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Monday, March 10, 2003
Sweeping up the site is like packing up boxes.
One ends up spending the chunk of time
staring into pictures~ remembering...reflecting....
reading those old love letters again.
The whole "she" thing is painfully obvious in my blogging.
Let's touch on that.
Constructive critism can take practise.
I stumbled upon the "he" "she" thing while mixing
in the recording studio. I find it to be a super effective way
to communicate with musicians about themselves.
For a friendly example, one can say to the singer,
" Let's fire that off-tune bitch, SHE'S way out of pitch."
Eliminating youism's have a unique way of taming the ego.
The she in you.
Often I refer to myself as SHE too.
As for the other she's in my life, well,
that's for HER to know and THEM to find out.
She's all over the place. I see her face in everything.
She's five hundred miles away. She's near, she's far.
She's a living legend inside her own mind
She falls onto the strings of my guitar...
She is mother, lover, friend
she has no beginning nor end~
Out of what dream will love call?
Too much and not enough.
It's a large order that'll cost ya'.
But every bite will be worth it!
"They" say you just know.
So, what does she know?
Love knows your name.
Like the mystery called SHE
love holds reign on the multiverse.
Send your prayers out for peace monkies~
'Cuz this 'aint no dress rehearsal!
posted by Milli
at 3/10/2003 09:31:00 PM
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