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| User: | stories_songs (10864927) I learned double entry bookkeeping when I was 12 years old
I learned there's no imagination in the blues. |
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| Name: | stories_songs | |||||
| Website: | project playlist | |||||
| Location: | Michigan, United States | |||||
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| AOL IM: |  trustmebailey (Add Buddy, Send Message) | |||||
| Bio: | avid reader. college student. interested in questions of aesthetics and content. does not read the darn harry potter books. vegetarian. wants to live close to the wilderness someday. loves zines and chapbooks. socially anxious and awkward. agnostic. feminist. anti racist. likes women with raw voices (patti smith, pj harvey, neko case, joanna newsom). loves perfect pop songs. music enthusiast. bi-curious but very likely straight. doesn't mind porn. english and american culture major. pretension bothers me. occasionally very silly (without alcohol). daughter and friend. admirer of people who are not self conscious or unnecessarily bitter. future librarian. has doubts about the efficacy of making lists of short phrases that describe a person, and thinks you should add her as an LJ friend in order to get to know her better. He wrote a book about the Bible and he wrote a book about men in the sky He wrote a book about the smell of winter then two, a little less simple to decipher Saying, “I am the water at the foot of the palms, oh I am sand and wind and the shit in your nose, but either way, I’m a man of many nations.” Was it the mending of the gown, or the running it around? Was it the mending of the gown, or the running and the running it around? -- Sunset Rubdown I dreamed a dream of where I come from. Old things made new, waiting for you. --Mountain Goats Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life. -- Arthur Rimbaud On a ferris wheel, looking out on Coney Island: there are more stars than there are prostitutes in Thailand. Our hair in the air. Our lips blue from cotton candy. When we kiss it feels like a flying saucer landing. I can't sleep, you've got strange powers. You're in my dreams, strange powers. In Las Vegas where the electric bills are staggering: the decor hog wild and the entertainment saccharine. What a golden age, what a time of right and reason. The consumer's king and unhappiness is treason. -- The Magnetic Fields, Strange Powers 1. Don't let the sound of your own wheels drive you crazy. (The Eagles) 2. If I am not for myself, who will be for me? If I am only for myself, what am I? If not now, when? (Hillel The Elder) 3. Resentment is like taking poison and waiting for the other person to die. (Malachy McCourt) 4. We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence then, is not an act, but a habit. (Aristotle) 5. No man is an island. (John Donne) 6. Your self hatred does not serve anyone, least of all yourself. Forgive yourself and let yourself move on. (me) | |||||
| Interests: | 20: alternatives to capitalism, being a college student, comics, cooking, fiction, historical continuity, humor, libraries, literature, making sense of things, music, neutralizing biodeterminist beliefs, organizing things, overcoming depression, overcoming social anxiety, pop metal, self publishing, spaz dancing, understanding colonialism, zines | |||||
| Schools: | None listed | |||||
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| Friend of: | 13: beatmouserz, bluewater_sky, dreaming_true, dumpstermouse, fdrounds, idioticpoet, jurks, marlenek, rafafara, shywolf, tanner_willow, vcalypso, what_if | |||||
| Member of: | 9: anxiously_yours, dear_um, foragoodworld, lansing, lansingmetro, literarytattoos, socialanxiety, thinkpositive30, zine_scene | |||||
| Account type: | Basic Account | |||||
