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holly

lets adjust this tainted slaughter house. green dill grass blades, melted plastic milk maids.- h.s.

About Me

I want us to find each other.
stuck to the mud foundation this reality blows like a trumpet.
i want to be deep into people's minds so full of their pudding that the breath is knocked out of me.
i had a friend who said apple juice was the nectar of the gods.
hot and sticky tire damage. there's not much i can say for myself.
No hygienic tools. grape joggers with unbuttoned pants.
I think that jumping out of your skin would be an expectable way out of any situation.
I want to create so badly. To lurch to a steady roll of smells.
cornrows and milk
can you smell oily fur with nostrils or jam?
sometimes i feel my future is not a question because i can't even get today right.
were versatile & shapeless
this isn't what was planned.
there never was a plan.
I am you.
There is no separation.
The things the wicked things they keep arms of slime around our necks. i'm just as awful if not more. but whatever helps? no. no more, planted here to amaze to 5 minutes till lift off to be quoted. no. people hard as cotton soft as stone. this is so wrong. lie lie lie lie. i overlook human constrictions, there aren't walls, there are potent imaginations.
Myspace Backgrounds

My Interests

film*. triangles,
music*, acting,
writing, photography,
and pottery.

I'd like to meet:

anyone who is meat.

Music:

anything, everything
its just spellbinding to hear...
I've always felt the chill in my skin,
in my heart, from a striking chord, from a tune.
I want to make MUSIC.
Something that expands the mind and the soul,
maybe just mine.
To be a bit selfish with the notes.
I want to get personal with the off-beats.
I really found my inner peace when i was in a dark room with two, the guitarists of the rest of my life.
The fact that everything could be given away,
but you could have all this....

sound....

the sound bubbled out of my kidneys,
nose,
throat,
lungs,
uterus,
shoulders,
eyes,
fused with my brain and made something CLICK.
I owe my expansive expectations of music to some key people and the hippie movement.
Our hearts are guide maps.
alternative/rock. Syd Barrett, The good the bad and the Queen, Cat Power, Mick Jones, NIGHTBIRDS, Kaddisfly, the format, Dredg, static x, spineshank, ben kweller, the used, metric, sonic youth, thom yorke, califone, pony up, matt costa, the subways, goo goo dolls, crowded house, The Fiery Furnaces, manson, motion city soundtrack, portastic, the wallflowers, Stjärnorna, matchbox 20, persephone's bees, viva voce, seven mary three, calexico, the transplants, the beatles, nonpoint, the decemberists, the capricorns, 30 seconds to mars, pink floyd, bob dylan, tom petty and the heart breakers, bonnie raitt, my chemical romance, jason maraz, abandon pools, the vandals, i set fire, underoath, from first to last, atrayu, alkaline trio, marcy playground, so many more to come...

Movies:

independent films,
meet joe black, the princess bride,
Trainspottin, saved,
super troopers, rolling kansas,
cheesy lionsgate films, zombi movies,
fred the alien, pete tong (the deaf dj guy),
dogma, movies on sundance and ifc, more to come....

Television:

adult swim (all shows on sundays),
Northern Exposure,
Scooby Doo, Ahhhh Real monsters,
Rocko's modern life, Hey Arnold,
Camp Lazlo, South Park, Reno 911,
Thats my Bush, Mystery Science Theater 3000,
The Jetsons, Deadliest Catch,
Mad TV, SNL, The Angry Beavers,
Match Game 69, Clone High,
Discovery Channel specials,
The History Channel always has something on,
American Dad, My Gym Partner is a Monkey,
Spongebob Squarepants,
Lost, The Twilight Zone,
Dawson's Creek (Kayla Motis's fault), Undressed,
Lingo,
I dont watch television that much though.

Books:

the fountainhead,
The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test
the bell jar
The Glitter Dome
The Barrens
Of time and of Seasons
great expectations
nessasary madness
I want to read them all.

Heroes:



My Blog

unchaperoned

An aardvark surprise is dancing. Forgetting the braces that constructed fault lines. Forgetting the bomb shell words of the others. They break our backs. THEY WANT US DOWN! But... that destiny isn't w...
Posted by holly on Fri, 16 May 2008 06:11:00 PST

marked with evaporation.

a gathered figure that matches so eloquently. a shine that growls. a placement ever so correct. sprig of green toes and baby's breath heals. lets walk through soft surroundings. a bate, a bait for tho...
Posted by holly on Thu, 08 May 2008 11:38:00 PST

a 3rd person catastrophe.

i can't say what brought this on. like a disguise i would say that. i can't i can't. no good low down dirty little girl. you'd blanked the town with flowers. you'd fuck them all. (if they'd have you)o...
Posted by holly on Sat, 01 Dec 2007 01:49:00 PST

A story.

In Katherine the town where every one drank water and stones, there was a palace of shoes. Every one put shoes on to the pile, (some placed the shoes very carefully, others simply tossed on a whim, wh...
Posted by holly on Mon, 15 Oct 2007 08:18:00 PST

These words were in ink.

And along the lines of waiting and rambling. I am here. Oh! I need to face the giant. He knows my fears he knows my dreams. My arms aren't long enough. Mentioning bounty of sprits do exactly opposite ...
Posted by holly on Mon, 10 Sep 2007 01:42:00 PST

Gate

Smiling grateful to watch everyone shed their skin. Peels and punch are thrown around as if a bad party were about to happen. I don't think escaping is possible. . . The bells are just singing today. ...
Posted by holly on Fri, 24 Aug 2007 04:38:00 PST

disaffiliated with society.

To the seeds that wash up along the broken glassed beach. I'm awakening to a world of land-fills and sandwiches in gas stations with 0 trans fats. The birth of my destructive mind wasn't all bad. My g...
Posted by holly on Fri, 29 Jun 2007 12:47:00 PST

my fiddle of the ruture.

Stuck.Along this sweet accord to the white and the gray I've run into some blockades. A fruit smile of apples and losing my love is plastered on my face. I know how to hide the upside down question m...
Posted by holly on Sun, 03 Jun 2007 12:42:00 PST

subject to change.

yet again. I'm lost again. Nothing seems to make that one true sense anymore, that being, that understanding, that 'no way would I' line has been crossed. I'm stuck once again. I hate the lies that I'...
Posted by holly on Thu, 22 Feb 2007 08:11:00 PST

just something that felt right.

Theres a hut in the back of my brain. It jokes that one day the wind will blow it down. As I look upon it from a distance though It's sturdy. It speaks of hard winds. Pooring floods that could take ...
Posted by holly on Tue, 13 Feb 2007 02:27:00 PST