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aislyn

odd, really

About Me



homo sum humani a mi nihil alienum puto oceans and mountians___________________________________________________ _______________ the universe abounds_____________________________________________________ ______________ the applesauce kissed my lips________________________________________________________ ___ soft and sweet rolling slowly from the jar________________________________________________ it was a loom-spun twilight____________________________________________________ _________ honeysuckle damp________________________________________________________ ______________ wheels spining softly into oblivion____________________________________________________ ___ in an effort to touch a candlewick burning _ I find light precedes air, we _ are formed by the sun _

My Interests

mafic lava duct tape guniea pigs mashed potatoes

I'd like to meet:

..Start magnet code--..End magnet code--

Music:

all of the above

Movies:

"d"

Television:

screw yourself rupert murdoch

Books:

yes

Heroes:

true

My Blog

back to the apple orchards/wildgrove/the city’s turned to soot

the greaser is checking out the eagle,the metal in the rockstar's handIf I were to stay, I might try to eat the universechoking on oragami airthe hum bum shining patterns on the floorvoices painting t...
Posted by aislyn on Sat, 17 Nov 2007 02:54:00 PST

adversus solem ne loquitor

(note to self)live rationally in wild abandon (determined romantic)or challenge your self-will to becomelaugh now or cry, cherish the sweetness who's equal counterpart is bitterlove the wind and live ...
Posted by aislyn on Mon, 29 Oct 2007 02:02:00 PST

a.t. noise

I'm not viewing our little planet from a ship in outer spaceI wonder what it feels like to be truly lonelybut then again, I usually place a safe bet when it comes to refractive truthsyou should come o...
Posted by aislyn on Mon, 29 Oct 2007 10:55:00 PST

beneficent maledictions

surfers are in love with transcendental mysticism. that which rises moving from a no-man's land of grey seas and titan winds, a wave - like a story - builds somewhere beyond human experience until we ...
Posted by aislyn on Wed, 17 Oct 2007 06:13:00 PST

foam

I lookedthe ocean-skin turned grey marked by toy ships lit on distant scalestwo rocksand two moremarked a pathway into the darkening skydisappearing reflectionstrembled as birds took flighttoday mark...
Posted by aislyn on Wed, 03 Oct 2007 10:04:00 PST

one last feeling in oly

I found myself walking home in the bike laneat three in the morningbirds sangfilled with fulfillment, whose equal counterpart took the shape of spaceand maybe I felt the name brush across my cheekswal...
Posted by aislyn on Sat, 16 Jun 2007 03:30:00 PST

a house. a hill. a life. a memory.

I watched the moon rise the full moonand the houses grew smaller in comparison, untill they became toysI think it is a good day when I feel certian ways - the universe thinks it is a good day when I b...
Posted by aislyn on Thu, 31 May 2007 12:14:00 PST

ideas squared

people are walking around in circles over a red squares divided by motar seams. reinforcment. fast approaching june. certian names allow for states of comfortable consciousness. but it is always the s...
Posted by aislyn on Wed, 14 Jun 2006 01:41:00 PST