Entries By Rosalyne
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bench
I was once tagged in a photo of a bench by my best friend. I wanted it; it was a beautiful thing surrounded by trees. I really like trees. As a child I worshiped them. I would ask them to let me climb them, of course they always said yes, but I always gave them the option of telling me no by dropping leaves right on my head. I suppose if I’d met an evil tree it would’ve fell on me.
Posted By Rosalyne On 02.23.2011 @ 5:58 pm
mango
Mango mochi is the best you can get at Trader Joe’s. I was once at a sushi restaurant in Chicago and my brother wanted mochi (we didn’t know what it was yet.) My mom said it was gnarly, but the waitress brought it because she personally loved it. It was extremely good and my mama agreed.
Posted By Rosalyne On 02.22.2011 @ 6:46 pm
alarm
The fire alarm goes off in my house every time we make eggs. You think it would learn the smell of eggs.
Posted By Rosalyne On 02.07.2011 @ 2:21 pm
controller
The controller to Atari is in my hands and I begin Adventure. I love the pink dragons, they seem so retro, oh wait it just killed me. I start again and go get the sword. Stabbing pixels I am a champion, I win the first level of Adventure. Then I try the 2nd level and decide I hate that rogueish bat so much I can’t play.
Posted By Rosalyne On 02.06.2011 @ 9:35 am
darkroom
This reminds me of the play “How I Learned to Drive”. The uncle takes pictures of his niece in his darkroom of the basement. It disturbed me but was an amazing play. I want a darkroom, to fix my pictures of odd things like tree faces and beautiful soup stains.
Posted By Rosalyne On 02.01.2011 @ 5:37 pm
I want to make tshirts with a screen printer and sell them out of my van. I feel that would be the best job in the world, ok maybe not. For me I think it would be, as long I was happy and didnt start selling drugs instead of tshirts but I wouldnt do that cause I’m more creative than that.
Posted By Rosalyne On 01.30.2011 @ 12:17 pm
When I think of the word print I think of when I find a book and it smells so very good, like its meant just for me. I also like old books because I feel others have had them before me and so therefore I am owning a miniature piece of history. I like books. I like history. And I really like smells of books.
Posted By Rosalyne On 01.30.2011 @ 12:12 pm
