The year I turned eight years old, the same year my mother left, the same year my father’s second novel received unfavorable criticism in the New York Times Book Review (“Stratton seems to have lost his voice,” they said) resulting in the loss of his job as the resident in writing at Columbia University, leading to our having to relocate to Aurora, Illinois (which, more than likely, coincided with my mother’s decision to leave, being so embarrassed of having to move out of the city that she could no longer stand the sight of my father), that year, that same year, was the year my father started drinking. And, not to be wrapped in melodrama, but, it was also the same year that he started to beat me. Drunk, he would stumble through the house until he found me and, when successful, ask me problematic questions about the origin of Russian literature. At eight years old, of course, I never knew that answers, and so he would pummel me. Once, when a particular beating landed me in the hospital, on the drive home, as an act of unspeakable kindness for my father, he asked me if there was anything he could do to make amends. “I want a pet dog,” I said, and my father said nothing, only nodded. That night he got drunk again, and, instead of hitting me, went into the yard with a shovel and a bucket. He came stumbling in some forty minutes later and dropped the bucket in my room and said, “Here. you’re pet.” I peered into the bucket and saw, not staring, because it had no eyes, but tilting it’s head up at me, a small, gray mole. “Thanks, dad,” I said, not wanting to be slapped, or kicked, or punched. “What should we name it?” I asked. “His name is Dostoevsky, and he’s blind, just like justice, and he’s going to teach you about the futility of utilitarianism,” he said, and hobbled drunkenly back into the hall. I looked back down into the bucket and whispered to my new friend: “It’s a good thing that you’re blind, Dostoevsky, because things around here have gotten kind of bad since mom left.”
There is this one guy I know, looks good except for this lumping mole on the side of his head. He works out all the time, maintains a great build, spends sixty hours at his job, but the guy won’t get this ugly mole removed. You’d think he would expend some of that energy on getting that ugly thing froze off.
little brown rats that live in the ground, dig up holes, pests
holey moley!
thing on face that can be cancerous – Dad had pre-cancerous mole on nose, hope it doesn’t become actual skin cancer, don’t want to lose him yet there’s too much I still want his approval for and want to show him that I can do, guess I really am still 6 years old to him
its black can be hairy and indian actress has one and so does a classmate and we used to make jokes about he is her son… i have 442 on my eye… i need money for the operation.
i am sitting in the grass pensively examining the mole on my knee that is tucked up to my chest. the itchy grass that is slightly wet is in between my toes. the aftertaste of a fresh watermelon is on my tongue. and a slight breeze stirs my hair. the all knowing brazen sun warms my skin as i sit in this moment of summer
Moles have great meaning to some people in our world. In the right place, on a female, it’s considered a mark of beauty. In the wrong place, on an old woman’s chin for example, it’s considered to be a mark of ugliness. Moles are also animals that live beneath the ground.
i am sitting in the grass examining the mole on my knee that is tucked up to my chest. the itchy grass that is slightly wet is in between my toes. the aftertaste of a fresh watermelon is on my tongue. and a slight breeze stirs my hair. the all knowing brazen sun warms my skin as i sit in this moment of summer.
There was a cute little mole, her name was Molly and she liked to party… a lot! I know it sounds crazy because moles don’t usualy party….. but I’m telling you it’s the truth! Honest! I swear! :P
A small brown animal usually burrowing in grounds. It eats bugs and plants. So I guess you could say it’s a herbavore. Spelled that wrong :/ Anyway, it can also be a wort on your face. Kinda nasty looking things. :P Don’t know much else. Wish I got a better word. You know what would be a good word? Turtle. The end.
A lovely lump on the face of many, only the special people have them. They are only given to those most worthy. Symbol of complete loveliness Everyone loves a mole.
i count the freckles along your arm. 4. around your shoulders and down your back. your skin is smooth, the shades vary from the sun. i trace the veins along your arm, the muscles ripple against my fingertips. i feel you shiver. my pulse quickens.
I’m tunneling underground and my nose sniffles as it prods through the dirt and I carry a torch because I need to see the way and the goggles protect my eyes and the mask my lungs but I would honestly love to see light again.
The earth crumbles in my hands and it feels good, it feels right, but while my eyes have adjusted themselves to darkness, I miss the days where I felt the sun on my back and the wind in my hair and smelled the scent of ease in the summer breeze.
I have a friend called Mole. She’s one of my best friend’s girlfriends, although I don’t know if they’re calling themselves girlfriends; they totally act like it, though. I don’t know for sure exactly where the nickname originated but I’m pretty sure it’s because of her eyesight. It isn’t very good. Mole is an excellent person – she’s funny as fuck and genuinely lovely whilst being sarcastic.
mole is a nasty crater upon people’s faces. I feel as though they should be removed upon birth. I feel as though people who let their moles get waaaay out of hand should really thinking about getting them removed. let’s face it, they’re unpleasant to look at.. and it can’t be THAT much to get it removed. It’s really sick when they grow hair…
something brown on your skin. it can turn into malanoma so you have to be careful. also something that digs in the ground and i found frozen on my lawn :(. Also has to do with balancing equations.
He stared at the unassuming spot on her shoulder blade, gently prodding it with his finger. “You know, this mole of yours is shaped like a crescent moon. It’s quite beautiful.”
She turned around, taking his hand in hers and dropping them in the space between them. “It’s cancerous.”
we learned about moles in chemistry. they were one of the first things i understood and it made me feel really good to finally get something. we did this great project on them and i spent so much time on mine but it never even got put up
hole. roll. toll. pay up. you say. pay down. no way. way leads on to way. someone already said that. and I said it again. Does that make me smart too? two? to? Really mole. You started it all. You little, ugly creature that keeps on keeping the way ugly thing do
moles are a simple thing in life. they can be moles in chemistry or a simple birthmark on your arm. sometimes small words have big meanings. moles are beautiful, if you have a mole be proud. in chemistry, a mole can be very important to your studies. short story, moles are fabolous :) DUDEEEE :D Yeah, i like moles.
A mole can be an animal. However , a mole can also me a skin graph on your face. Moles on the face can be removed by taking a thread and wrapping it around it. Until it finally just comes off. Moles the animal burrow holes similar to hedgehogs
El topo in spanish. Digs beneath the surface of the earth not to be seen. In a desolate landscape a mole could just go under ground and it would make no difference as if he were in a lush botanical paradise.
He burrowed deep into the ground, deeper and deeper until he slammed straight into something hard…something…metal? he opened his eyes and strained them against the da
i have a huge hairy mole on my arm. i remember this one guy i liked used to make fun of me jokingly. moles are scary. they can lead to skin cancer, which im afraid i might get because i tan so much. moles are also some chemistry thing that i hate learning about and ugly rodents that live behind my house.
i have a mole on my chest. actually i have multiple moles. i’ve had one of them checked for cancer. and it wasn’t cancerous so i wasn’t really worried. i have a zit on my nose and it hurt really bad at the begininng of it, but now it doesn’t really hurt. i don’t even know whawt im supposed to be doing. is this a typing test or what. omg why did this start over. i guess my paragraph is just going to be real long. okay cool! my face itches but if i scratch it then i won’t be able to type and i really want to see what this is for. im runnign out of time and words so i’ll bid you adue! fairwell you stupid note maker thing.
hole role soul vision lover sacrifice hatred soul mate ben rtuh joseph woman man hit run jump ski play roll hide ben jim becca steve woman boo beheading tudors victorians greek gaby james me
There was a mole in the ground that came up like a spring of water. It was able to make ten holes in thirty seconds. Surrounding the mole were trees and grass. It lived a happy life, had many friends and loved all people. There is nothing like being a mole and nothing like living underground.
There was a girl, she had a mole on the side of her nose. She was beautiful. Exotic and lost, you could see it in her eyes. She wanted to be loved, you could tell. She fell in love with just about every man she’s ever met, hoping to not feel so lonely anymore.
its on your face and people like to stare. whys everybody lookin at me ? it doesnt even have a hair. it can cause my cancer sometimes, and is browner than my hair ! you may also find it digging undergound in your yard. eatting trees and those sort of things.
A mole is a small rodent, it digs and buries into the ground which is its habitat. Moles are very sensitive to sunlight, but they love eating worms. Moles are useful because they fertilize the ground just like their smaller foe the worm.
i have a new mole on my thigh that worries me. i have yet to get it checked out since my last visit to my dermatologist. the last time i was there i had a mole on my breast looked at, right by my nipple. can you say awkward? yes, my dermatologist is a man, and yes, i have very large breasts.
living and get married in woods, living underground… me and diablo lmaooo but i dont really want him all i want is sumone else.. to be my weddding mole.. or i could just get one mole on mah face doesnt reallly means alot cani freakin findish im bored
The year I turned eight years old, the same year my mother left, the same year my father’s second novel received unfavorable criticism in the New York Times Book Review (“Stratton seems to have lost his voice,” they said) resulting in the loss of his job as the resident in writing at Columbia University, leading to our having to relocate to Aurora, Illinois (which, more than likely, coincided with my mother’s decision to leave, being so embarrassed of having to move out of the city that she could no longer stand the sight of my father), that year, that same year, was the year my father started drinking. And, not to be wrapped in melodrama, but, it was also the same year that he started to beat me. Drunk, he would stumble through the house until he found me and, when successful, ask me problematic questions about the origin of Russian literature. At eight years old, of course, I never knew that answers, and so he would pummel me. Once, when a particular beating landed me in the hospital, on the drive home, as an act of unspeakable kindness for my father, he asked me if there was anything he could do to make amends. “I want a pet dog,” I said, and my father said nothing, only nodded. That night he got drunk again, and, instead of hitting me, went into the yard with a shovel and a bucket. He came stumbling in some forty minutes later and dropped the bucket in my room and said, “Here. you’re pet.” I peered into the bucket and saw, not staring, because it had no eyes, but tilting it’s head up at me, a small, gray mole. “Thanks, dad,” I said, not wanting to be slapped, or kicked, or punched. “What should we name it?” I asked. “His name is Dostoevsky, and he’s blind, just like justice, and he’s going to teach you about the futility of utilitarianism,” he said, and hobbled drunkenly back into the hall. I looked back down into the bucket and whispered to my new friend: “It’s a good thing that you’re blind, Dostoevsky, because things around here have gotten kind of bad since mom left.”
There is this one guy I know, looks good except for this lumping mole on the side of his head. He works out all the time, maintains a great build, spends sixty hours at his job, but the guy won’t get this ugly mole removed. You’d think he would expend some of that energy on getting that ugly thing froze off.
little brown rats that live in the ground, dig up holes, pests
holey moley!
thing on face that can be cancerous – Dad had pre-cancerous mole on nose, hope it doesn’t become actual skin cancer, don’t want to lose him yet there’s too much I still want his approval for and want to show him that I can do, guess I really am still 6 years old to him
its black can be hairy and indian actress has one and so does a classmate and we used to make jokes about he is her son… i have 442 on my eye… i need money for the operation.
i am sitting in the grass pensively examining the mole on my knee that is tucked up to my chest. the itchy grass that is slightly wet is in between my toes. the aftertaste of a fresh watermelon is on my tongue. and a slight breeze stirs my hair. the all knowing brazen sun warms my skin as i sit in this moment of summer
Moles have great meaning to some people in our world. In the right place, on a female, it’s considered a mark of beauty. In the wrong place, on an old woman’s chin for example, it’s considered to be a mark of ugliness. Moles are also animals that live beneath the ground.
I shouldn’t have trusted you. You were never with me. Please, don’t ever tell me to trust you again.
i am sitting in the grass examining the mole on my knee that is tucked up to my chest. the itchy grass that is slightly wet is in between my toes. the aftertaste of a fresh watermelon is on my tongue. and a slight breeze stirs my hair. the all knowing brazen sun warms my skin as i sit in this moment of summer.
An amount that is equal to 6.022*10^24, in chemistry. Or a small mammal that diggs hole in the ground.
There was a cute little mole, her name was Molly and she liked to party… a lot! I know it sounds crazy because moles don’t usualy party….. but I’m telling you it’s the truth! Honest! I swear! :P
A small brown animal usually burrowing in grounds. It eats bugs and plants. So I guess you could say it’s a herbavore. Spelled that wrong :/ Anyway, it can also be a wort on your face. Kinda nasty looking things. :P Don’t know much else. Wish I got a better word. You know what would be a good word? Turtle. The end.
A lovely lump on the face of many, only the special people have them. They are only given to those most worthy. Symbol of complete loveliness Everyone loves a mole.
i count the freckles along your arm. 4. around your shoulders and down your back. your skin is smooth, the shades vary from the sun. i trace the veins along your arm, the muscles ripple against my fingertips. i feel you shiver. my pulse quickens.
I’m tunneling underground and my nose sniffles as it prods through the dirt and I carry a torch because I need to see the way and the goggles protect my eyes and the mask my lungs but I would honestly love to see light again.
The earth crumbles in my hands and it feels good, it feels right, but while my eyes have adjusted themselves to darkness, I miss the days where I felt the sun on my back and the wind in my hair and smelled the scent of ease in the summer breeze.
I have a friend called Mole. She’s one of my best friend’s girlfriends, although I don’t know if they’re calling themselves girlfriends; they totally act like it, though. I don’t know for sure exactly where the nickname originated but I’m pretty sure it’s because of her eyesight. It isn’t very good. Mole is an excellent person – she’s funny as fuck and genuinely lovely whilst being sarcastic.
mole is a nasty crater upon people’s faces. I feel as though they should be removed upon birth. I feel as though people who let their moles get waaaay out of hand should really thinking about getting them removed. let’s face it, they’re unpleasant to look at.. and it can’t be THAT much to get it removed. It’s really sick when they grow hair…
something brown on your skin. it can turn into malanoma so you have to be careful. also something that digs in the ground and i found frozen on my lawn :(. Also has to do with balancing equations.
Mole. Scar. Cut. Blood. Bleeding. Heart. Broken. Pieces. Love. Him. Eyes. Arms. Love. Heart. Broken. Pieces. Love. him…
He stared at the unassuming spot on her shoulder blade, gently prodding it with his finger. “You know, this mole of yours is shaped like a crescent moon. It’s quite beautiful.”
She turned around, taking his hand in hers and dropping them in the space between them. “It’s cancerous.”
we learned about moles in chemistry. they were one of the first things i understood and it made me feel really good to finally get something. we did this great project on them and i spent so much time on mine but it never even got put up
hole. roll. toll. pay up. you say. pay down. no way. way leads on to way. someone already said that. and I said it again. Does that make me smart too? two? to? Really mole. You started it all. You little, ugly creature that keeps on keeping the way ugly thing do
One thick black hair protruding from the womens face. I wonder if pulling the hair will pull the mole clean off.
moles are a simple thing in life. they can be moles in chemistry or a simple birthmark on your arm. sometimes small words have big meanings. moles are beautiful, if you have a mole be proud. in chemistry, a mole can be very important to your studies. short story, moles are fabolous :) DUDEEEE :D Yeah, i like moles.
A mole can be an animal. However , a mole can also me a skin graph on your face. Moles on the face can be removed by taking a thread and wrapping it around it. Until it finally just comes off. Moles the animal burrow holes similar to hedgehogs
El topo in spanish. Digs beneath the surface of the earth not to be seen. In a desolate landscape a mole could just go under ground and it would make no difference as if he were in a lush botanical paradise.
He burrowed deep into the ground, deeper and deeper until he slammed straight into something hard…something…metal? he opened his eyes and strained them against the da
i have a huge hairy mole on my arm. i remember this one guy i liked used to make fun of me jokingly. moles are scary. they can lead to skin cancer, which im afraid i might get because i tan so much. moles are also some chemistry thing that i hate learning about and ugly rodents that live behind my house.
i have a mole on my chest. actually i have multiple moles. i’ve had one of them checked for cancer. and it wasn’t cancerous so i wasn’t really worried. i have a zit on my nose and it hurt really bad at the begininng of it, but now it doesn’t really hurt. i don’t even know whawt im supposed to be doing. is this a typing test or what. omg why did this start over. i guess my paragraph is just going to be real long. okay cool! my face itches but if i scratch it then i won’t be able to type and i really want to see what this is for. im runnign out of time and words so i’ll bid you adue! fairwell you stupid note maker thing.
hole role soul vision lover sacrifice hatred soul mate ben rtuh joseph woman man hit run jump ski play roll hide ben jim becca steve woman boo beheading tudors victorians greek gaby james me
There was a mole in the ground that came up like a spring of water. It was able to make ten holes in thirty seconds. Surrounding the mole were trees and grass. It lived a happy life, had many friends and loved all people. There is nothing like being a mole and nothing like living underground.
well thats an particular word well it could be on yo face or in a hole ^-^
small animal tiny and dirty that burrows in holes and comes out super sneaky. Brown and Rat-like with long toenails and scurrys
There was a girl, she had a mole on the side of her nose. She was beautiful. Exotic and lost, you could see it in her eyes. She wanted to be loved, you could tell. She fell in love with just about every man she’s ever met, hoping to not feel so lonely anymore.
The mole in the dirt digs, as I dig for compliments…probably because I lack confidence.
I knew a woman who had so many moles on her back…every time I saw her, I wanted to play connect-the-dots…and then have a sexy pillow fight.
its on your face and people like to stare. whys everybody lookin at me ? it doesnt even have a hair. it can cause my cancer sometimes, and is browner than my hair ! you may also find it digging undergound in your yard. eatting trees and those sort of things.
there’s a single strand of hair protruding from his mole. I wonder. If I pluck it, will the mole burst open?
A mole is a small rodent, it digs and buries into the ground which is its habitat. Moles are very sensitive to sunlight, but they love eating worms. Moles are useful because they fertilize the ground just like their smaller foe the worm.
i have a new mole on my thigh that worries me. i have yet to get it checked out since my last visit to my dermatologist. the last time i was there i had a mole on my breast looked at, right by my nipple. can you say awkward? yes, my dermatologist is a man, and yes, i have very large breasts.
living and get married in woods, living underground… me and diablo lmaooo but i dont really want him all i want is sumone else.. to be my weddding mole.. or i could just get one mole on mah face doesnt reallly means alot cani freakin findish im bored