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.molls

About Me

slow motion.rainfall.heart beats.looking up to the sky.finding and seeking truth; in constant."one night i dropped off to sleep after reading about the nature of the soul. i dreamed about my own soul, and found that it is a female white truck, buoyant, impatient, one that speeds along, almost too fast in an exhilarating way, skimming slightly above the road, not quite keeping to the pathway. i rather enjoy having a soul of that sort."{http://listography.com/ipoEms}

My Blog

wake to the morn and in place of chaos default to sounds of the earth saying hello.

5-3-09the sound of the rain trickling so tenderly in the waking morning; when sounds become similarly close to each of your senses so much that taste and smell ravish the moment. the slight grey and g...
Posted by on Sun, 03 May 2009 10:54:00 GMT

to the asshole that never wrote back

fuck youfuck youfuck youfuck youfuck youfuck youfuck youfuck youfuck youfuck youfuck youfuck youfuck youfuck youfuck youfuck youfuck youfuck youfuck youfuck youfuck youfuck youfuck youfuck you fuck y...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Apr 2009 22:05:00 GMT

capping creativity

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Posted by on Thu, 05 Mar 2009 03:04:00 GMT

rolling off the tongue

eat it. eat it up.i can actually see birds falling out of my mouth. flying into another's. remarkable. paper square birds with glitter, silver glitter.sounds you can swim in and triangles in place of....
Posted by on Thu, 05 Mar 2009 03:02:00 GMT

i dont feel, but

my fill is far too fff far ffar far ffaar ffaarr far far fff a a rr r too far ffffarr too ffar fa fa faaar too insignificant. not in the way that you would imagine. in the uconventional sense, more li...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Mar 2009 02:54:00 GMT

incognito

my strengths and my weaknesses all wrapped into one to form a neat little package in the shape of a heart: you can hold it if you want. please be careful and don't drop it, it's breakable.  
Posted by on Sun, 01 Mar 2009 23:13:00 GMT

an outlet to a window.

....but perhaps, through these vicarious things, and the willingness to reach out to strangers entirely and unfold to them, that perhaps, one day a person might reciprocate and unfold a little box to ...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Feb 2009 17:34:00 GMT

things i dont mind.

ahh simplicity.the smell of wood.the lines in face.chimes.an open road.movies in the theater.breezy air crisp.full tummies.cats.furry socks.taking off my glasses.a blank canvas.all four seasons.grey d...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Dec 2008 22:00:00 GMT

reassurement of the arts

i've been creating a lot of art this week and it just reassures me of the importance of having an expressive outlet, daily. especially in a dark time, there is no better way to let loose the inner chu...
Posted by on Sat, 20 Dec 2008 14:28:00 GMT

hungry eyes

you i skinthatsallireallyneedthatsallireallywant.   and book. and cat. idislikethatmostofyoudontevenknowmeorthegreatnessiwithhold.   i'd be your girl if you tell me it's a gift.
Posted by on Thu, 11 Dec 2008 13:42:00 GMT