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Autumn Moon

is that a paper cup or is the paper in the cup

About Me

"Autumn moon, a moody lo-fi journey that turns with the tide of fate and with the absurdities and boredoms of the everyday strife of everyday life. Spitting self-conscious poetry in a voice that can sing you gently to sleep, but more often jolts you awake. She waxes and wanes and tells the side-splitting joke of life in hushed tones. A heavenly body who never shies from turning her own cloudy microscope on herself, musing on the major flaws and minor chords of existence." --- Pete Holland, Folk Legend.

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 11/14/2005
Band Members: Jessica DePasquale. An expressionist. An observer. A twisted humorist. A storyteller. A lover of life and nature. A hypocrite. A butterfly. A poison. Maybe next time I'll come back as a walnut tree.
Influences: Relationships, beauty, torment, and anything that diverts my attention from my purpose or lack thereof. My loneliness. My car apple. My kits Jebediah Red, Emmie Louisa, and Enzo Palermo. My imagination. My big toe. And anything that is warm, like slipper socks and algerian soup.
Sounds Like: Violent, restless, rageful girl floating under the surface of quiet expression unpredictably jumping up from underneath in a wave of darkness or startling you with a quick splash of light.
Record Label: Self Promoted
Type of Label: None

My Blog

peace

unwelcomed the formidable circumference of necessary travesty tragically lies in a surge unexplicable uncontainable the prevalence of restless inertia squirms her way to the surface fair and flounder...
Posted by Autumn Moon on Thu, 11 Jan 2007 09:09:00 PST

pale green light

your pale green light shines off the rim of this broken pained glass these jagged edges make what you see as beautiful as you can remember it to be before they erased me i have fallen off my...
Posted by Autumn Moon on Fri, 06 Oct 2006 01:26:00 PST

thanks to you

thank god! twists and turns so unforseen out of the wreckage of what was me you found my funny bone you tickle that elbow til its pink with glee your smile is the joke that has saved me from mo...
Posted by Autumn Moon on Thu, 23 Nov 2006 04:01:00 PST

100 % Cotton

wrapped in cotton like a watch i sit and tick muffled seconds like the timelessness of time with the weightlessness of true matter without gravity and effortlessly like a maple leaf green with th...
Posted by Autumn Moon on Thu, 06 Jul 2006 01:26:00 PST

UNDONE

I'm a sitting duck in this meadow of waters I'm a broken winged baby blue bird sitting in a nest that falters I'm a fallen angel breaking the branches of this redwood master And I'm und...
Posted by Autumn Moon on Wed, 31 May 2006 01:28:00 PST

i see red

when my eyes burn with deadened desire where do the ashes fall what station marks this cross upon which i hang in the balance and why don't you hear my loud but lowly cal...
Posted by Autumn Moon on Wed, 24 May 2006 04:39:00 PST

pasteurize your exploitation

Pasteurize your exploitation Gather yourself for sublimation "RAGS FOR SALE"! He yells with the pile of what once was beauty slung over his shoulder like a worn out messenger bag full of messages mark...
Posted by Autumn Moon on Tue, 16 May 2006 04:56:00 PST

optimistic anticipation

  on the verge of a harvest synergy surrounds me feel the inner rythmns pulsating within the wicked beast confusing and convulsing send that bastard child of the son of man into the epileptic pne...
Posted by Autumn Moon on Tue, 09 May 2006 11:39:00 PST

goodbye misery

dear misery everything is transient as is our little time here we come with no attachment we leave it just the same take effect to be affected i HAVE taken back the reigns of my life und...
Posted by Autumn Moon on Mon, 01 May 2006 10:08:00 PST

vacancy not withstood

the vast vacancy left by the corruption of your establishment keeps me under your torrid water for a hellish eternal moment suffocate me in your prison of pain drain me dry of any hope and faith that ...
Posted by Autumn Moon on Wed, 03 May 2006 05:05:00 PST