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illana

About Me

On a journey throught the endless reaches of the world - There's no sense in looking for perfection because it could be embedded in the minutest actions of our very lives, each step leads to more discovery.In general right now my moving vagrant feet have slowed but the journey keeps getting greater.As a child I dreamt of the ocean, I thought I was a mermaid who had her tail stolen. I love the beach, clambering through the woods, high heels on cobblestone pavements, and wish it were warmer, I think sea glass is beautiful and that carrot cake rules, but pineapples and olives do not.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

reflections

My Blog

i am opening myself to the world (now)

http://illanatypewrites.blogspot.com/
Posted by on Sun, 03 Aug 2008 19:41:00 GMT

papayas and jam

i am eating papaya and a scone with rasberry jam before i go to work life goes so quickly, eat work sleep fun smile laugh friends and then do it all over again and again. i am trying very hard to live...
Posted by on Thu, 31 Jul 2008 08:32:00 GMT

DREAM COMBO CHOP! these are dreams i have been having

i dream i wake up next to youone arm thrown nonchalantly around my backyou are wearing a soft camel coloured sweaterand it brushes so softly against my bare backyou mumble to me how i've forgotten to ...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Jul 2008 13:17:00 GMT

moving and muffins

i am moving on tuesdayboxes are packedthe living room looks like a tsunami hit and shoved all manner of paper pens books painted glass and art into waves of half organized messes in and out of boxes s...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Jul 2008 10:02:00 GMT

Back to Basics

i move through sticky heat and in the night i turn off my fan because the noise bothers mesomehow the noise of the fan bothers me more than the noise of bottles cracking on sidewalks and people callin...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Jun 2008 07:28:00 GMT

BeARlin

a deep sadness resides in this city riddled with bullet holes and cranes of constant reconstruction all night dancing with future mexican presidents and a fire burning dragon emerging like birds of ho...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Jun 2008 05:12:00 GMT

HOLLAND and the Dutch

illuminated nightime smoking on the patios with pads of lilies blossoming on the pond below bicycles instead of cars and glares at crossing the street when it isnt my turn laughter of friends ringing ...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Jun 2008 09:55:00 GMT

this must be the paris of mes reves

in paris i traced outlines of hearts with my tipetoes on the sidewalks and metro platforms i watched perrier bubbles rise against lemon pips in tall glasses brightened by sun and covered in shadow ont...
Posted by on Thu, 29 May 2008 14:43:00 GMT

the battle is lost

ok housei give up.you can have your pipes leaking dripping water from abovei will sleep on the floor (my mattress rocks)kids who live upstairs, its all yours,free range to be the biggest assholes you ...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Apr 2008 21:08:00 GMT

ya, i’m pretty much pretty curious

when i lean out the window i can see the moon framed in rustyness from walls that encase plexi plates.it seems quite right.the shop across the street is closing up, the tender smoking a cigaretteas he...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 20:14:00 GMT