Whistling Withersbee |
I don't want to be "on it" on the ball I mean. Sometimes I see myself as an old woman, grey hair and weathered skin. I see myself sitting in a small toy store sitting in my wicker chair, staring out t...
Posted by Alessandra on Sat, 24 Feb 2007 12:04:00 PST |
heart. |
in this circle of madness. a pool of sick coincidences and desperate measures. death, drugs...empty, hurt, do hearts mend? question? i want to be the ghost hustler, weaseling my way around in the pool...
Posted by Alessandra on Mon, 05 Feb 2007 02:52:00 PST |
little fig |
The clouds speak colors to me and beam rain onto my fresh, pale skin. White, I am the color of apricots. Your like a fig tree in full bloom. Picking your skin away, getting to the juiciest part. Your ...
Posted by Alessandra on Thu, 02 Nov 2006 07:29:00 PST |
What's old is new - thrift shop mania |
today, i needed a break. today, i stepped into a value village located in gresham. i walked in and with my eyes i stared down every aisle. i noticed the furnishings in the corner; a 70's lounge c...
Posted by Alessandra on Wed, 16 Aug 2006 11:18:00 PST |
Where do I fit in? |
So I decided that there are two types of people in life. There are those who create and those who consume.
I cant decide where I fit in...
I'm working in a corporate environment, and wondering where ...
Posted by Alessandra on Wed, 01 Mar 2006 11:54:00 PST |
