Tech-Less

I often reminisce about when I was 17 and had just moved to Salt Lake City after high school. With eagerness and a feeling of freedom, I possessed an inner passion and curiosity. After my miles walk home from work I'd put on a cd in my lip shaped stereo and climb out on to the fire escape and smoke a cigarette. Mornings I'd climb to the roof and write. Nights I'd draw concepts for graffiti art and practice on my sister and I's apartment walls. Teach myself piano in the day room at the residential home I worked at. I'd walk the extra miles for belly dance classes, freestyling as I went. During walks I'd read poetry books out loud to myself. I'd spend evenings chatting with strangers. I'd blow most of my paycheck on CDs and paint. I'd go outside just to take pictures. I wasn't concerned about who I should be or what I should be doing, I was lost in discovering my inner world. When I reflect on that time there is a lot of color, paced at my own individual beat.
Somewhere I decided that the way I want to do things is unreasonable and wrong. Military and religion took me on a new road and seemed to reinforce this notion. Although I've separated from the fore mentioned, they still seem to remain in my blood.
**Writing has lost its luster, the process feels clumsy and repetitive. Lacking freshness. I'm forever questioning the worth and the organic essence of what I was originally trying to articulate, evaporates. I overuse commas. I'm not longer writing for myself**

I've decided to not take a computer with me on the road. I'm searching to connect back with myself, silence, and the heartbeat of time. I'll visit computer labs when I'm called.

hables espanol?

Well, I, I, I...see the dust. Stirred up, just in sight. All meditation to damned, my brain recoils my heart squeezes like I'm standing at the edge. Gypsy, what? Jump, 1,2,3. I pause. I leave on Wednesday for a trip, road on- like my dreams have actualized. Yet here I am mentally poised in middle ground, unwilling to stay- unwilling to change and go. All my present presence evaporates. Fear, you devil you.

Craddle me,
a package bubble wrapped,
 Take me,
 where I should go,
Lead me there,
riding in a feather carriage
pulled by one dozen eggs.


Choaaaaa!! weeeeee.

I don't know Spanish. Mexico, here I come.

Sixxteen

So I'm Raquel, 16, enjoy snorkeling, hiking, and music. no this is not a 
>personals ad. I'm not much for small talk but I enjoy deep discussions, 
>learning, and arguing. I'm notoriously known in our family as the "crazy 
>one" (kaylie being the peace keeper) but times are a changin', and now I'm 
>more or less the care free one. I'm not much for conforming or rules. My 
>novella/autobiography will be published in October, which I have been 
>working on for quite sometime. It's called Out of the Airvents and into the 
>Hemisphere, maybe I'll send you a copy or you can pick it up at Borders. 
>I've also been sick for quite sometime after having a breast augmentation. 
>To sum it up the implant ruptured. My family is in the process of sueing 
>the plastic surgeon, call me gullible but he told me everything would be 
>just fine.
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>
>This is how I pretty much feel about life, just a piece I wrote in my 
>journal:
>
>when i wake up and it's morning i take a drag from my cigarette. when i 
>pull out of my drive way i pollute the earth. when i go to church i mutter 
>under my breathe the true rhetoric. when i'm hungry i eat fastfood. when i 
>get married i want a statiscally average amount of children and a husband 
>who wears polo shirts and crisscross highlights. but until that day i'm 
>content on not voting and complaining about it.
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>
>So I think you can generally read my aura. so how about you eh?
>
>if you could kill yourself in anyway, what would it be?
>what are your favorite artists/albums?
>what are your passions?
>how many kids do you want?
>have you ever considered growing mutton chops?
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>and any other information you would like to bestow on me.
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>peace because war is much too messy,
>
>-raquel