May. 28th, 2003
i am suddenly amazed at the internet
downloading songs nearly instantly
songs which i remember, over 10 years ago, obsessivly listening to the radio trying to tape them.
cassette tapes ....
wondering how i would have reacted if someone told me someday i could just grab them like this.
and burn them onto something which looks like a smally shiny record.
wow.
what .... a ..... thing ....
downloading songs nearly instantly
songs which i remember, over 10 years ago, obsessivly listening to the radio trying to tape them.
cassette tapes ....
wondering how i would have reacted if someone told me someday i could just grab them like this.
and burn them onto something which looks like a smally shiny record.
wow.
what .... a ..... thing ....
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May. 28th, 2003 02:01 pmi'm regressing
exploring parts of my brain that i thougth perhaps were dead.
my memory doesn't remeber by itself, it's sounds and smells that trigger me
i'm listening to songs i've not listened to in a long time and remembering what it felt like to be a different me. realizeing it's still the same me, just bits of me that have not seen the light in a while.
i realize the slight delirum from not feeling well is adding to this, but that's fine with me.
it's nice that for some reason, even tho i know some of these songs i could find bad past associations if i want ... i'm not remembering those i'm only remembering the good.
what it feels like to be me, what it feels like to like being me, being aware that i mean what i say so much more these days, not that i didn't mean it before ..... there's just more meaning to the meaning again.
i swear i'm not drugged, this is one of those cases of get these words out of my head before they bounce around and bruise my grey matter.
i hate the circumstances which have brought me here, to this place in me i'm at.
but i'm glad i'm here, nonetheless.
( yes i know )
exploring parts of my brain that i thougth perhaps were dead.
my memory doesn't remeber by itself, it's sounds and smells that trigger me
i'm listening to songs i've not listened to in a long time and remembering what it felt like to be a different me. realizeing it's still the same me, just bits of me that have not seen the light in a while.
i realize the slight delirum from not feeling well is adding to this, but that's fine with me.
it's nice that for some reason, even tho i know some of these songs i could find bad past associations if i want ... i'm not remembering those i'm only remembering the good.
what it feels like to be me, what it feels like to like being me, being aware that i mean what i say so much more these days, not that i didn't mean it before ..... there's just more meaning to the meaning again.
i swear i'm not drugged, this is one of those cases of get these words out of my head before they bounce around and bruise my grey matter.
i hate the circumstances which have brought me here, to this place in me i'm at.
but i'm glad i'm here, nonetheless.
( yes i know )