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stubborn. difficult. negative. But is it really? It implies that you know yourself, what you want and that you will stand by that. My mother used to call me willful. It hurt my feelings then. But now I am proud of it. I can thank that “negative” trait for making me stand up for myself, know what I want and do what I must to get it. I have a good life. And I have forged my own path to get it. I could not have done that without being willful.

» Posted By Marnie On 07.02.2013 @ 11:38 am


Sometimes I think I do not know what this word means. I am confused by it. I was raised to believe in something I do not believe now, yet I cannot feel free to redefine the word for myself because of that.

» Posted By Marnie On 07.02.2013 @ 10:40 am


I love planters. Shapes and sizes! Plants alive and dead! Flowers and trees and dirt! Oh my, the varieties! Round, and flat and square and tan, purple, blue!

» Posted By Marnie On 04.24.2013 @ 2:00 pm


Cave. It could mean a dark and wet hole in a cliff, it could mean an abandoned mine. It could mean a French pantry. This one is a pantry. Full of raisins and wine and sugar and cheese. Beautiful. Except something bad happened in this particular “cave”. She was found there. Draped over the sacks of flour. Comatose or dead.

» Posted By Marnie On 02.24.2013 @ 4:43 am


I want to lead. I want to lead to good. It could go either way really. I have to chose. It will be hard sometimes. Maybe often. I want to lead others to lead others to good. A pay-it-forward kind of thing.

» Posted By Marnie On 05.25.2012 @ 4:05 pm


life. no matter the obstacles, the people in the way, the days and the seconds and everything in between. do it. no. matter. what.

» Posted By Marnie On 04.07.2011 @ 7:54 pm


“I made it for you. ” He said looking hopful “I thought you’d like it!” Of courswe I did. I liked everything he made for me. He was my best friend. If he gave me a dead leave I’d like it.

» Posted By Marnie On 07.29.2010 @ 1:18 am


a series of lines/squares that you can draw in. Often used to plot out land. Grids are great organizational tools. They are used in land development, urban planning, etc.

» Posted By Marnie On 03.19.2009 @ 12:53 pm


once upon a time i was wearing a lovely green and red scarf. it had spots on it and stripes also. it reminded me of a zebra who had been drinking a strawberry margarita with a slice of lime on the side. he was sitting at a mexican restaraunt wearing a lovely sombrero and discussing watching television with his friend barry the giraffe. they really liked each other. in fact the zebra liked him as more than a friend, but unfortunately barry was married and didn’t feel the same way..

» Posted By marnie On 07.20.2008 @ 2:10 am


Hahaha, little twig men all lined up.
Who are you playing today? Mama twig doesn’t want to cook tea so Papa twig has to pay to take them out. Not happy.
Baby twig doesn’t understand why Mama and Papa won’t stop yelling. Three days later it’s twig divorce.
Too bad, so sad

» Posted By Marnie On 09.26.2009 @ 3:47 am


angels at the angle of noon. maybe the sun shines through the back of their head and from their faces, all i can see is the light.
but it hurts my eyes

» Posted By marnie On 07.20.2009 @ 6:36 pm


pink, yellow, cream, white, bright, orange, red, tangarine dreams, home.

» Posted By marnie On 07.15.2009 @ 10:03 pm


spray cans kill people. you know those girls in the pe room who’s throats swell up and die?

also, it’s too serious to vandal with it. just stick to pen, it comes off if you don’t want to be a pain to the world.

» Posted By marnie On 07.15.2009 @ 5:35 am


i’m lazy. unlike a true gentlewoman, to whom perfection underneath is just as important as the outward image…
i just don’t bother. but i love you!

» Posted By Marnie On 07.13.2009 @ 11:47 pm


i remember you. you were here yesterday all proud. all high on horse. all full of yourself and what you were as a child. genius. genius. i wait for you to conquer yourself so we can finally relax. safe inside out of the shed.

» Posted By marnie On 09.19.2008 @ 9:24 am

i remember you. you were here yesterday all proud. all high on horse. all full of yourself and what you were as a child. genius. genius. i wait for you to conquer yourself so we can finally relax. safe inside out of the shed.

» Posted By marnie On 09.19.2008 @ 9:24 am


in a brink. in a window. in. in. in. everything will go in time and it scares you to think you may have built it like this. knowing it would collapse. knowing it might collapse on you. you are the all brick and brown and coloured in.

» Posted By marnie On 09.08.2008 @ 11:42 am


only seven times, become one of the, bend contort contortionist

» Posted By marnie On 12.01.2009 @ 12:42 pm


it was late at night. i stuck me head out the window and called like an owl. i hear the distinct co-co of a shinning cukoo float back to me from the bottom of the drive way. it was a message for me. a transmission. and i might never know what it means.

» Posted By marnie On 12.13.2009 @ 10:29 pm


thumbtacks are dangerous. sometimes you can use them to hold things together, but you usually don’t do a very good job of accomplishing this goal. whenever i see a thumbtack i always wonder, “oh i wonder if it will hold this up.”

» Posted By marnie On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am

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