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erin.

let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair.

About Me

I’m the pencil you dropped on the floor, the lines of lipstick smeared on a whore. Inner lead the wrinkled dead, wilted wax and shuffled stacks. I’m the question in riddles, the dye in your skittles. The pause between breaths, a thousand tiny deaths. I’m a rubber band ball around a basket of bees, lies lost in a chamber of pleas, rotted and blindspotted beneath his carpeted knees.

My Interests

S'io fossi fuoco arderei il mondo. S'io fossi vento lo tempesterie. S'io fossi acqua l'annegherei! S'io fossi imperator sa'che farei? A tutti mozzerie lo capo a tondo.

I'd like to meet:

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!" http://scarlett-echo.livejournal.com

Music:

Iron and Wine, Beck, Belle and Sebastian, Beirut, Tom Waits, Modest Mouse, The Shins, Velvet Underground, Yo La Tengo, Jump Little Children, The Smashing Pumpkins, Tegan and Sara, Bjork, Sigur Ros, Led Zeppelin, Radiohead, Goldfrapp, Air, Tori Amos, Death Cab for Cutie, The Dresden Dolls, Pink Floyd, etc. etc.

Movies:

Amelie, The Green Butchers, The Science of Sleep, A Life Less Ordinary, A Beautiful Mind, Cinema Paradiso, Coffee and Cigarettes, Delikatessen, Edward Scissorhands, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Fight Club, Garden State, Momento, Moulin Rouge, anything Tim Burton, Reqium For a Dream, The Blood of a Poet, The Cell, The Pianist, Vernon Florida, What Dreams May Come

Television:

I stopped watching television when people started putting leaches down their pants.

Books:

1. Kerouac 2. The Fountianhead 3.The Lovely Bones 4. T.S. Elliot etc. etc.

Heroes:

marcel duchamp.

My Blog

White Noise

 Irene's eyes gravitated to the white moth that wound itself into circles around the naked bulb until it got so dizzy and singed by the heat that its body fluttered silently to the ground. She fo...
Posted by The Infamous Mrs. Lilly on Tue, 27 Feb 2007 08:06:00 PST

Break-Ins and SWAT Teams, Oh My! (the story of my morning)

           I awoke this morning to the strange and harsh voice of a man right outside my room. I was supposed to be the only one home, but I wasn't aw...
Posted by The Infamous Mrs. Lilly on Tue, 14 Nov 2006 04:55:00 PST

we live in a tinderbox

everything extraneous has burned away this is how burning feels in the fall of the final year not like leaves in a blue October but as if the skin were a paper lantern full of trapped moths beating th...
Posted by The Infamous Mrs. Lilly on Thu, 28 Sep 2006 12:43:00 PST

love is all you need

*Wish List* *EXCHANGE TO ITALY *Bunnies that swim *Bunnies in general *Secret passage in my room *Skills *Polaroid camera (old school) *Sister Sase to stay here and be my best friend forever. *Year-ro...
Posted by The Infamous Mrs. Lilly on Tue, 20 Sep 2005 08:24:00 PST

in the darkness behind your eyelids

I found some of my highschool poetry the other day and for some reason I wanted to share. Interesting the ways we try to talk to the future...   Blue Blue They can have their downy freshnessAnd...
Posted by The Infamous Mrs. Lilly on Sun, 11 Sep 2005 03:31:00 PST

eternal mortification

Theres something about the steady rhythm of pavement and the linear blurring of everything that was designed to remain constant that makes the world feel manageable, like if I kept driving long e...
Posted by The Infamous Mrs. Lilly on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

It's like the world is giving me kisses... I mean, fleas and lice.

HELP ME! I neeeed round glass doll eyes for a sculpture I want to make (not the googley stick on kind). If anyone knows where I can find some please be so kind as to point me in the right di...
Posted by The Infamous Mrs. Lilly on Fri, 24 Feb 2006 02:32:00 PST

If I had a gun I would stab you.

"After ninety-six hours, it's not a pencil anymore, it's a yellow pointypointy that makes marks for you when you give it brain signals and frankly it's bored and wants a life of its own. Can you blame...
Posted by The Infamous Mrs. Lilly on Tue, 06 Dec 2005 02:33:00 PST

raining leprosey and acid

The moon is upside down tonight A backward silence hangs under my head, Ive been drinking forgotten daylight With the vices under my bed.     Just another day down We grow closer to the gro...
Posted by The Infamous Mrs. Lilly on Mon, 05 Dec 2005 12:16:00 PST

Locusts

After spending hours watching the timer tick down to zero in the darkroom today, I looked up at the clock only to find myself  completely mystified as to why the hands were moving backwards up ...
Posted by The Infamous Mrs. Lilly on Thu, 01 Dec 2005 06:03:00 PST