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About Me

Do you believe in always,the wind said to the rain I am too busy with my flowers to believe,the rain answered

My Interests

dancing, writing, reading, late nights, sleeping in, jumping over waves, city lights, irony, eskimo kisses, sexual innuendos, Stella Artois, pinky holding, antique stores, visual art, field trips, fashion, poetry, haunted houses, film, travel, picnics, family, friends.

I'd like to meet:

and Tom Jones.

Music:

I like hip hop. jazz. folk. r&b. motown. rock. and i am all about fusion. "I never could quite figure it out. Did i listen to pop music because i was sad, or was i sad because i was listening to pop music?" -JC

Television:

Big Love, the Office, the Daily Show, the Colbert Report, Seinfeld, That 70's Show, SEX AND THE CITY.

Books:

I love anything by Chuck, Candace, or Kurt...some of my favorites are Lullaby, Haunted, Fight Club, Cat's Cradle, Lipstick Jungle, and Trading up. I also really enjoy EE Cummings. he's so honest

My Blog

in commemoration

Hands move sideways, collapsing onto body of carnal tendencies. She trembles in his arms, he with her. Blind only to the light that peeks its head in through the dusty blinds and whispers "wake up". T...
Posted by .:.Carly.:. on Thu, 16 Nov 2006 10:51:00 PST

coup de foudre

The window permits customary blame. Soft pale cajoling- the girl twists under folded lumps of wool, then shutters. Broken; asphyxiated in a bitter temp claim. Clash, clash, clash, clash. Silverware re...
Posted by .:.Carly.:. on Tue, 14 Nov 2006 07:49:00 PST

veins

Pop and flow, ebb on in a dreamsicle whirl of white cell commute. Red faced riveter who tousles hairs that piece by piece, fail to live noticed. The dragon of hell lurks in waiting. Its glassy porcela...
Posted by .:.Carly.:. on Fri, 13 Oct 2006 11:27:00 PST

BLAH.

The strainer mushes thoughtful tastes, and makes to juice a lover's paste. Ice the cake, so outside sells, sound the alarm, it's Christmas bells. Stuffy room, so often must, jealous tie...
Posted by .:.Carly.:. on Mon, 18 Sep 2006 04:23:00 PST

bloody syntax

checkmate in the sky, tearing clouds, passing by, all the red roofed houses and white picket fences. check your bags at the door, be afraid of what you don't know, there's always a fly on your ba...
Posted by .:.Carly.:. on Sun, 13 Aug 2006 11:52:00 PST

death to Gary

Gary, you were a good hermit crab, never caused any trouble. I will try my best to write you a substantial obituary, for you were a true beacon of hope in my humdrum life. I'll never forget the day I ...
Posted by .:.Carly.:. on Mon, 07 Aug 2006 05:17:00 PST

whiskers on kittens

(fade in) blue and green seabreeze fluttering past an ominous grey. window sill parade, a facade of steadfast creation. hands tied, fire swirling about and obliterating a second guess. mess, breaking ...
Posted by .:.Carly.:. on Fri, 04 Aug 2006 11:22:00 PST