tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32719692011-07-29T00:18:00.390-04:00everything you ever thought about love was a liethe embattled hearts collidejessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.comBlogger751100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-52507466839664781102010-08-13T11:10:00.002-04:002010-08-13T11:11:39.422-04:00He wanted new experiences in his brain, not old, predictable ones. Were he to remain in Europe, his new experiences would only ever have the same texture as a cover version of a song he already knew-- old buildings doing riffs on other old buildings; bahnhofs and gares and staziones; change/cambio/wechsel. Going to America would be like learning a whole new kind of music. jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-24942991906116117852010-07-08T14:04:00.002-04:002010-08-13T11:12:02.612-04:00The pain. It sparkles and twists and winds and pops and angles its way through and around every part it can reach, dreaming and drilling for those small cracks it cannot touch, yet.jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-77463610576128563472010-01-03T23:44:00.002-05:002010-01-03T23:45:06.311-05:00"You're everybody's hidden influence," he remarks. &, given the evidence, I have a hard time disproving his theory. jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-28369902543583048312009-05-29T12:13:00.003-04:002009-05-29T12:14:04.243-04:00a dear friend wrote this in an email to me, after i concocted something about nostalgia and pain: 'About nostalgia...it's a function of the human condition that when we decide that an experience was, on balance, a good one, then our memory of it all tends to be shaped accordingly. We forget or edit out little aspects or nuances. Or as I like to say, we get all Rashomon about things. Hence the jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-74411532369240626712009-05-26T12:56:00.001-04:002009-05-26T12:58:43.810-04:00'Or maybe memories are like karaoke-- where you realize up on the stage, with all those lyrics scrawling across the screen's bottom, and with everybody clapping at you, that you didn't know even half the lyrics to your all-time favourite song. Only afterwards, when someone else is up on stage humiliating themselves amid the clapping and laughing, do you realize that what you liked most about yourjessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-65397500272341257552009-02-18T13:27:00.001-05:002009-02-18T13:27:35.399-05:00even adultery has morality to it... jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-81962064040274510612008-07-28T15:48:00.001-04:002008-07-28T15:50:46.567-04:00It's hard to argue whenyou won't stop making senseBut my tongue still misbehaves and itkeeps digging my own grave with my Hands open, and my eyes openI just keep hopingThat your heart opensjessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-53546858199871690042008-05-16T20:25:00.002-04:002008-05-16T20:25:51.420-04:00"You're my favourite use of bandwidth. Possibly the entire reason I support Web 2.0."jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-52393416831146205422008-05-08T19:57:00.001-04:002008-05-08T20:01:21.443-04:00LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 22): "Partner needed for mission from God," read the classified ad I spied online. "I'm driving across the country in a banana-yellow 1979 Cadillac Seville with a Lionel Richie photo dangling from the rearview mirror and the thousand-page manuscript of my autobiography piled in the trunk. The mission is driving to Mexico to find my biological father, a rancher. Swimming poolsjessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-56776156934066451242008-03-12T12:30:00.002-04:002008-03-12T12:31:03.154-04:00'Look for redemption in an influence that has created a mess or broken your heart.'Je ne sais pas si ca c'est possible avec moi et toi. //Il manque 'nous.'jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-85761097161345558532007-11-04T17:06:00.001-05:002007-11-04T17:06:50.634-05:00'I know it's true because you blogged about it!'jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-19975671279008586272007-08-23T22:04:00.000-04:002007-08-23T22:05:34.383-04:00Good love is a few months. Of bliss, of nothing wrongs, of sparkle, of tight gripping hands, of the inability to get close enough.Bad love is a lifetime.Bad love is the greatest test known to us. It is our most prized pain - so sought after, so hard to find. Bad love is work, giving-in, compromise, forgiveness, the unflinching support for another even at their most humiliated, their most jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-38571484681229803342007-08-09T20:02:00.000-04:002007-08-09T20:03:55.926-04:00'If music was exactly like regrettable experiences when you were seven years old then Boats would be the time you went to the farm and your older cousin let you ride his mini-motor bike all by yourself against your parent's better judgment; it was fun for the first few seconds but then you crashed into a steel wire fence and cut your knee. Whatever. It was still pretty fun.'whoa.jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-48939572108901907622007-08-09T17:52:00.000-04:002007-08-09T17:55:12.752-04:00That's how it startsWe go back to your houseYou check the chartsAnd start to figure it outAnd if it's crowded, all the betterBecause we know we're gonna be up lateBut if you're worried about the weatherThen you picked the wrong place to stayThat's how it startsAnd so it startsYou switch the engine onWe set controls for the heart of the sunone of the ways we show our ageAnd if the sun comes up, ifjessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-85730626644429581942007-02-09T14:02:00.001-05:002007-01-28T18:36:48.290-05:00'crimes against erotica'jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-1165512057543584562006-12-07T12:18:00.000-05:002006-12-07T12:20:57.563-05:00"I can't imagine ever loving anybody the way I love Sam. When I allow myself to think that this is really the end of all that, that I am going to live my life without him, I feel like a boat person. I feel like I've lost my culture and my language. That there was this little village someplace where I grew up, and now it's blown to smithereens and I'm the only person left to remember it. That jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-1164041022146341522006-11-20T11:42:00.000-05:002006-11-20T11:43:42.156-05:00It is incredibly difficult to shave your legs in the shower when the music, softly playing, is giving you shivers.jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-1157831991388530512006-09-09T15:59:00.000-04:002006-09-11T11:35:56.593-04:00music is worthless unless it can make a complete stranger break down and cry.jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-1148056359233965522006-05-19T12:32:00.000-04:002006-05-19T12:32:39.243-04:00i used to be your favourite drunk...jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-1142285304243082662006-03-13T16:27:00.000-05:002006-03-13T16:28:24.280-05:00I've torn apart orchestras to arrive at my straight, melodic linejessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-1140987507806594262006-02-26T15:55:00.000-05:002006-02-26T15:58:27.816-05:00'Someone told me you’d be here Whispering these familiar things Talking to my little pet, smoking the same old cigarettes I would have laughedI saw you last in summertime You said you hated long goodbyes You said, “There’s nothing to explain. In every life a little rain” Etcetera And a long-forgotten fairytale is in your eyes again And I’m caught inside a dream world where the colours are too jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-1138323236098321742006-01-26T19:53:00.000-05:002006-01-26T19:53:56.106-05:00'it was an... accidental blowjob.' - prozac nationjessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-1137778068186604032006-01-20T12:26:00.000-05:002006-01-20T12:27:48.186-05:00Now you want to make more loveThe kind that lingers like a bad songMaybe you think that if you love me hard enoughI might stay with you, but you're wrongjessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-1137777795240735222006-01-20T12:22:00.000-05:002006-01-20T12:23:15.240-05:00'People can't possibly understand what you and I had.'word.jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-1131582818462609622005-11-09T19:31:00.000-05:002005-11-09T19:33:38.463-05:00LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 22): In the 18th century, Horace Walpole coined the word "serendipity" after reading an old fairy tale entitled *The Three Princes of Serendip.* The heroes of the story, he wrote, "were always making accidental discoveries of things they were not in quest of." Today "serendipity" has a broader meaning, but I'd like to invoke its original sense in order to provide a preview ofjessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-1131577197940021772005-11-09T17:58:00.000-05:002005-11-09T17:59:57.940-05:00i'm an audioemotive. or, extraaudioemotional.music affects my mood so greatly that i can completely change my mood just by listening to particular songs or artists. [more description later, perhaps].jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-1131485576906167632005-11-08T16:29:00.000-05:002005-11-09T22:23:24.013-05:00Watching New Love as it Sears the Brain New love can look for all the world like mental illness, a blend of mania, dementia and obsession that cuts people off from friends and family and prompts out-of-character behavior - compulsive phone calling, serenades, yelling from rooftops - that could almost be mistaken for psychosis. Now for the first time, neuroscientists have produced brain scan jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-1129326727323526962005-10-14T17:51:00.000-04:002005-10-14T17:52:07.330-04:00'Resistance failedresistance failedand friendship failedand friendship failedas lovers, we did not failas lovers, we did not fail...'jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-1113851593742473212005-04-18T15:12:00.000-04:002005-04-18T15:13:13.743-04:00'all you have to dois come to the zaphod's dance floorand be a better dancer than methen she's all yours.... but good luck beating me on the dancefloor.'jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-1113604149155482962005-04-15T18:27:00.000-04:002005-04-15T18:29:09.156-04:00'Perhaps more importantly, you will also possess the unusual blend of powers that doves have symbolized throughout history: to bring peace, to cultivate tender intimacy, and to bless lust.'i'm always game for anything that involves lust.... jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-1113268399769381102005-04-11T21:12:00.000-04:002005-04-11T21:13:19.770-04:00some days, most days i wish my family only consisted of my twin brothers. nothing more, nothing less. then i'd be completely sane. jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-1113187119937306322005-04-10T22:37:00.000-04:002005-04-10T22:39:26.633-04:00it seems all i have to do to get a little bit emotional is put on songs: ohia. if i ever want to feel, or delve into my emotions that i've shuffled away, put up on the shelf and whatnot, this is the key.melting away the layers of protection and secrecy with a single chord...jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-1113186977411042362005-04-10T22:33:00.000-04:002005-04-10T22:36:17.413-04:00always so afraid to get comfortable, to allow things to progress past a certain point in my heart. afraid the second i give in to any sort of sentimentality, i will be slapped across the face and dropped on the side of the road.'you spoil me...' he remarks.not wanting to admit, even to myself, that i'm purposely trying not to cheat, to skip out on things. that i am actually doing everything in myjessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-1113186362371869072005-04-10T22:24:00.000-04:002005-11-09T17:49:36.750-05:00possible new tattoo:a lioness or a tigress, with her jaws wrapped around the heart currently sitting upon my shoulder... to be accompanied by the following lyrics [or a variation thereof]:' wanna feel my heart break if it must break in your jawswant you to lick my blood off your paws'' want my last look to be the moon in your eyeswant my heart to break if it must break in your jawswant you to jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-1113184755346241982005-04-10T21:58:00.000-04:002005-11-09T17:49:07.136-05:00Leave The CityBroke my heart to leave the cityI mean it broke what wasn't broken in there alreadyThought of all my great reasons for leavingNow I can't think of anyIt's true it was a hard time that I've come throughIt's made me thankful for the bluesHalf my life spent on a highwayHalf my life I didn't chooseAnd I have seen the North StarShining in the freight yardAnd I knew it was a hard time jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-1067522644901754442003-10-30T09:04:00.000-05:002003-10-30T09:04:04.686-05:00situation unknown: two people are involved in an affair [of the heart]. both are also involved in long term relationships. both, not just one.
does this make things easier? softer? kinder? better?
and if it's the above situation, as a one night stand? even better... jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-1062611859361660112003-09-03T13:57:00.000-04:002003-09-03T13:57:39.380-04:00for some reason, we can never get through march. march through june does not exist for the two of us as a unit. maybe this year will be different... better. nothing better. discontinuity hurts my heart + soul. jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-1058046850312530782003-07-12T17:54:00.000-04:002003-07-12T17:54:10.136-04:00LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 22): What makes a song popular? A charismatic singer, high-tech production, and millions of dollars' worth of marketing? In the modern world, yes, but not in other times and places. In his article "Rhythm, Myth and Spirit," David Pulak notes that among the Zuñi Indian tribe, music "is judged by how well it resonates with the experiences of the community." In other words, a jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-959451822003-06-23T09:56:00.000-04:002003-06-23T09:56:20.383-04:00i resent the fact that after all the shaping and making of your being into what you are today, someone else gets full advantage of it, not me. hardly seems fair... but what in love + life is ever fair, right? right.
but im still supposed to be the one sharing these moments with you, beside you. too bad for me, i guess. love's labour lost, etc etc ad nauseum. jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-957906852003-06-18T10:07:00.000-04:002003-06-18T10:07:34.830-04:00... and i will serenade you with sweet soft songs of summer...jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-957906212003-06-18T10:05:00.000-04:002003-06-18T10:10:57.000-04:00LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 22): Love is more than a warm, tender feeling in your heart or loins. When done right, it's a revolutionary mode of perception that naturally moves you to rebel against everything you've been taught about how the world works. It's a radical act of magic that transforms all that it touches. You are, of course, always free to practice a tamer, safer version of love. But if you jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-922406532003-04-08T15:54:00.000-04:002003-04-08T15:54:54.996-04:00'who are you anyway and where did you come from? dumb dumb just when i thought i could trust someone, the mask comes off and your face fades away...'jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-915532852003-03-28T11:24:00.000-05:002003-03-28T11:24:38.483-05:00'you'll be with each other for as long as you need to be.' - parsley days jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-910846562003-03-20T17:20:00.000-05:002003-03-20T18:40:42.000-05:00'i don't like the way you deal with things,' he shouts, as though he's the first to ever voice that opinion. besides, what gives you the impression that i enjoy being violently passive aggressive? jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-910839872003-03-20T17:07:00.000-05:002003-03-20T17:07:26.233-05:00'i think there's something to this idea of a word-oriented sexuality.' jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-895673282003-02-22T16:51:00.000-05:002003-02-22T16:51:34.100-05:00'... wondering if we have the energy to get out of everything we get into...'jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-889281382003-02-11T14:56:00.000-05:002003-02-11T14:56:52.110-05:00'But why does sex always involve record players?'
oh, nicholas. jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-872669622003-01-11T11:29:00.000-05:002003-01-11T11:29:01.130-05:00how can we love ourselves when we're taught to love only men? jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-869444332003-01-04T22:03:00.000-05:002003-01-04T22:03:34.430-05:00iquote: Buddhists believe that intention is the root of all karma, both bad and good. If your actions are motivated by aversion, grasping, or confusion, you sow the seeds of suffering. When you're moved by generosity, kindness, and truthfulness, on the other hand, you lay the groundwork for happiness.
click. into place. jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-861990022002-12-17T22:05:00.000-05:002002-12-17T22:05:16.363-05:00'Much of the discussion of mothering and the distinctively female tends to avoid discussing women's anger and aggression -- how we internalize them and express them, for example, in relation to children or our own internal selves. Perhaps women are not any less aggressive than men; we may just express our aggression in different, culturally sanctioned (and partially disguised or denied) ways.' [jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-837494152002-10-29T22:00:00.000-05:002002-10-29T22:00:31.616-05:00please refrain from asking me repeatedly what is wrong when you already know the answer.
and you do know the answer because i told it to you not two hours before...jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-833143572002-10-21T16:39:00.000-04:002002-10-21T16:39:30.273-04:00my new favourite word: ambivalent. equal love and equal hate. it expresses much with only ten letters, //that which i cannot express with ten thousand letters to you/.jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-831866732002-10-18T17:06:00.000-04:002002-10-18T17:06:20.383-04:00miss me, miss me, now you're supposed to kiss me...jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-822893612002-09-29T20:30:00.000-04:002002-09-29T20:30:28.950-04:00ask me the questions you never want answers to...jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-819227432002-09-21T15:40:00.000-04:002002-09-21T15:40:59.253-04:00you seem to possess this remarkable ability to love someone you hardly even know. jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-816127912002-09-14T21:07:00.000-04:002002-09-14T21:07:16.150-04:00you were always my favourite, he says, out of the blue, unprovoked.
another casualty? jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-812134182002-09-05T21:00:00.000-04:002002-09-05T21:00:20.470-04:00once you start writing, it all becomes fiction.jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-809972112002-09-01T13:28:00.000-04:002002-09-01T13:28:30.800-04:00kiss like a car crash.jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-808863622002-08-29T16:53:00.000-04:002002-08-29T16:53:05.880-04:00'LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 22): Unexpected love songs are welling up within you, Libra -- cries of the heart that are both ancient and fresh. Even if you think you can't carry a tune, I urge you to unleash them with reckless glee, poignant ferocity, or both. If they seem monstrous or mortifying at first, trust them to evolve. Surrender to whatever uncanny or clichéd lyrics spill forth from the abyss jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-807832132002-08-27T13:15:00.000-04:002002-08-27T13:19:53.000-04:00'how you both handle breakfast tells you as much about what's going on between you as the night before. if the sleepover occurred at your place, you really should offer him something no matter how you feel. you fucked him, you can pour him a glass of orange juice. that's all you have to do if you're feeling mortified. even if you don't think he's boyfriend material, you can still give him a bowl jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-807657362002-08-27T02:34:00.000-04:002002-08-27T02:34:07.536-04:00my contribution to the night, quotation wise:
boys suck. popcorn is way better. jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-806395562002-08-23T22:34:00.000-04:002002-08-23T22:34:27.890-04:00quote the paper [& myself]: i want to know you inside out...
ha! are you sure about that one? jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-804647422002-08-20T02:22:00.000-04:002002-08-20T02:22:28.333-04:00so concerned. 'i haven't seen you in way too long. are you okay? no, really. are you o.k.? i've been worried...' sigh.
mayday.jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-803913032002-08-18T11:28:00.000-04:002002-08-18T11:28:29.223-04:00three separate people in the same night: 'you always have the coolest clothes, jess.' odd.
and then the velma comments started, of course. ha. jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-803012902002-08-15T22:32:00.000-04:002002-08-15T22:32:49.246-04:00i'm watching myself pull my heart apart, piece by piece, powerless to stop the process.
quick, grab my fingers, my hand. jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-802663592002-08-15T03:01:00.000-04:002002-08-15T03:01:28.230-04:00and it wears me out...
'that's a beautiful sight...' jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-802486812002-08-14T18:21:00.000-04:002002-08-14T18:21:45.000-04:00-- The Real Thing has arrived. Maybe not the Ultimate, Climactic, Last-You-All-Your-Life Real Thing, but who knows? Even if it is just a temporary Real Thing, it's still got a lot of rich transformations to give you. I'd like to inquire, therefore, why you have not yet let it fully into your life? Is it because it has a superficial resemblance to a counterfeit "Real Thing" from your past? Or, in jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-802137192002-08-13T23:00:00.000-04:002002-08-13T23:00:40.540-04:00popular mechanics for lovers: i heard he wrote you a song, but so what? some guy wrote sixty-nine and one just ain't enough.
this song is perfect. thank you beulah. jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-802063002002-08-13T19:24:00.000-04:002002-08-13T19:24:05.483-04:00can you fall in love with the same person twice?
would you? jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-794136822002-07-25T19:41:00.000-04:002002-07-25T19:41:33.416-04:00you're my babe. slink. jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-792368442002-07-21T21:54:00.000-04:002002-07-23T19:04:02.000-04:00you look like a math rocker. will you come see the tom thomson exhibit at the art gallery with me tomorrow?jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-791717922002-07-19T21:05:00.000-04:002002-07-19T21:05:20.523-04:00the dynamics of a relationship never change. even long after the relationship itself has dissipated, they remain the same.
you still call the shots and i still comply. why? jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-787733342002-07-10T08:45:00.000-04:002002-07-10T08:45:07.643-04:00may i come live with you on that long, long street [that i also half live on] and write write write, as you do.
teach me what you know. tell me what you love.
id much rather it that way. jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-786637352002-07-07T20:04:00.000-04:002002-07-07T20:04:17.173-04:00i forgot how beautiful, wonderful it feels to write with a pencil, on paper. the pencil being the operative part, not the act of longhand writing. jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271969.post-768588522002-05-22T18:57:00.000-04:002002-05-22T18:58:41.000-04:00i want to quit my job and start working as a copy editor.
possible reason: reading 'milkrun' + love of the english language. oops.
alternately, writing a mag article for a little while would be grand. maybe i should have stayed in journalism after all [ha! no, thank you, english is quite right for me].jessrawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455980099962168812noreply@blogger.com0