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Lauren.

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My Interests

baguettes, beebes, boys, brie, canasta, chocolate, croquet, damian's beard, dominoes, edith piaf, evenings, existentialism, eye color, french films, friends who cook, gardenias, girls, goat cheese, gospel from way back early in the morning, happy couples, ivory's whiskey, january fireworks, kirsten's studio, losing inhibitions, melina's laugh, men women, old records, oh my god laughing at other people with dineen, plunky guitars, philosophy, photoboths, pin curls, purple, purple roses, reading, red, red light, red lipstick (various shades), red wine, rusted things, sam cooke, sleeping in, sunshine, swingsets, tall people, trumpets, typewriters, ukuleles, unbearable lightness of being, windowpanes, wine smiles, whiskey,

Music:

the soul stirrers, sam cooke, the five blind boys of alabama, otis redding, thelonius monk, charles mingus, yusef lateef, brian wilson (is genius), paul mccartney, john lennon, django reinhart, stephan grappelli, edith piaf, decembrists, death cab, stars, bowie, the stones, iron and wine, coco rosie, devendra banhart, joanna newsom, cat power, elliot smith, jeff buckley, rufus wainwright, loudon wainwright III, leonard cohen, louis armstrong, screaming jay, howlin wolf, johnny lee hooker, big mamma thorton, bessie smith, bright eyes, dylan... all of a sudden this is starting to feel like free association... so if i've left anyone out i'm terribly sorry.

Movies:

annie hall, band of outsiders, jules et jim, eight and a half, blow up, midnight cowboy, the graduate, the party, the aniversary party, the jerk, true romance, dream with the fishes, amelie, rushmore, tennenbaums, the big sleep, diary of a lost girl, la haine, lebowski, dig, the weather underground, ten, the station agent, the shining

Television:

sucks. however... i found six feet under to be utterly undeniable. what fantastic writing.

Books:

myth of sisyphus, old goriot, narcissus and goldmund, portrait of the artist as a young man, frankenstein, hell & other illuminations, big sur, mrs dalloway, don quixote, howl, tropic of cancer (capricorn), who's afraid of virgina woolfe, norweigan wood, the bell jar, blues people, lunch poems... and now i realize i've forgotten my favorite poets...

Heroes:

me at five. no seriously... this is a strange question and i haven't been on myspace long enough to know if anyone responds this portion of the questionaire earnestly. my knee-jerk reaction was to spout some sort of "heroes are for the hopeful" nonsense but even that is stupid. So i'll just say... yeah. i had fun at five.

My Blog

one faded flower left, the others underground

unaccounted daysslip throughwinters frail fingersto these nightswe broughtfantasya handquietinga trapped heartand a serenadeimagined outside my screen doorwhere the roses still bloombiting my lipin th...
Posted by Lauren. on Wed, 27 Dec 2006 12:32:00 PST

this long passed up stand.

It's something other than.and left unexplainedat my doorstept's the last few icecubesit's the storyof a girl with the onion paperas her ribcagewith the fragile lightsbreathing inside her.It's the wing...
Posted by Lauren. on Sat, 07 Oct 2006 12:16:00 PST

amber light and this year's trains...

autumn has droppedher orange wool scarfover the late afternoon sun.the heart fell along sidesignaling a slight melodyin the form of a distant train whistle.there's a song waiting for you herewhen you ...
Posted by Lauren. on Thu, 28 Sep 2006 05:47:00 PST

translated from night...

anient onethe air and birdsyou once shelterednow surround you.and there is nothing more than this tender blossom of your heart.some say you dream with death,when once you dreamed with the world....
Posted by Lauren. on Fri, 28 Apr 2006 11:36:00 PST

A Prayer for this Late Afternoon...

Oh godLet the music of summer begin.let the curtains be carried through windows on a hushed breeze.Oh saintslet my teeth be stained red tonightand let some manhold me in his armsand smell the jasminew...
Posted by Lauren. on Thu, 27 Apr 2006 04:55:00 PST

this song is just like the other...

i could counton each fingerand each red poppy in bloomthe different waysmy heart leapswhen i thinkof thosebacklit sheetsand wonderous eveningsthat had mesinging alongwith every balladhand pickedi sing...
Posted by Lauren. on Wed, 19 Apr 2006 09:57:00 PST

the heretic holds her grace...

I am manifestingother worldsas we speakhunched slender overred glass candlesin back alley bars..where the wordson everyones lipsare'forgotten loves'and 'faraway lands'the absence of timeand placeis to...
Posted by Lauren. on Sat, 15 Apr 2006 11:53:00 PST

the girl with that damned gardenia in her hair...

"you have to have something to eatand a little love in your lifebefore you can hold still for any damn body's sermonon how to behave.all i amand all i want out of life goes smack back to that.who's to...
Posted by Lauren. on Mon, 10 Apr 2006 05:41:00 PST

twenty four little hours.

there is a bird beatingit's fragile wingsin the place under my chestwhere the heartused to be.the rainhas becomeintoxicating....
Posted by Lauren. on Wed, 05 Apr 2006 04:00:00 PST

a brief description of the world around me:

at this junctureonly describedas obtuseand filtered.as though my realityfrom tangled sheetsis created and processedthrough the hydrogenstreetlampwaiting outside a frosted winter window.side effects ma...
Posted by Lauren. on Thu, 30 Mar 2006 11:26:00 PST