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molly

About Me

i always use the steam setting when i find myself ironing the wrinkles out of old ties: the redolence of lechery, potluck dinners and fake wood grain laminate is locked up inside those threads, and it's positively intoxicating.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

harum scarum paper tigers and the alchemists who love them.

My Blog

elemental

(I loved a certain person ardently and my love was not return'd, Yet out of that I have written these songs.) - Walt Whitmanyou are fixed in fireand i am a cardinal of the elements -i can feel you fr...
Posted by on Sat, 30 Aug 2008 15:23:00 GMT

[ ___________ ]

there is a cat arguing with a mouse and i tell you not to worry: the ninth rib is what gave birth to discordance. my heart swims to the furthest reaches of your love but drowns from the weight of the ...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Jun 2008 01:21:00 GMT

birthday reverie

i cough up gold and my lungs scrape for air,an entire year later and my heart is a pillow where dreams go to live
Posted by on Fri, 07 Dec 2007 10:45:00 GMT

45th parallel

i laid myself down on the 45th parallel this time around. it seemed like the right thing to do having passed it by so many times on my way to the desert, or returning from the desert, as it were. thi...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Jun 2007 09:33:00 GMT

intoxication

i want to be intoxicated like i've never been intoxicated before.          ; i want a more exhilarating sensation than flying through these inner-city highwa...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Jun 2007 11:08:00 GMT

sleep not

it was one of those nights:     lying awake with my exhaustion beside me, envisioning the spinal column as train      tracks with no train to travel them; the i...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Jun 2007 16:06:00 GMT

limelight

if i was to place myself upon your pedestal, request that the limelighter reflect the light off of my physical body, i imagine it would be possible to perceive the spectacle in a whole new way.    the...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Jun 2007 13:12:00 GMT

san francisco

i spill out onto the streets of this city, like a teardrop that has been waiting to fall for nearly a thousand years.
Posted by on Sun, 03 Jun 2007 17:25:00 GMT

the place

bermuda winters are much like bermuda summers: we line our empty bottles up along the shore and keep time by drunken thoughts.  we wander away to forage for coconuts and always find the time to m...
Posted by on Mon, 07 May 2007 16:06:00 GMT