moles make me think of marilyn monroe. and how gorgeous she was even with all the so called “imperfections”. she was plus sized, had a huge mole on her face, and had problems. but she was so beautiful. beautifully inspiring. someone i look up to.
“I can see what’s happening.”
“What!?”
The doctor clicked his flashlight off and stepped back, sighing. His salt-and-pepper beard exploded from underneath his flimsy mask.
“I’m afraid the mole has spawned.”
those little things on your back that could be cancerous..?
or those cute little animals?
hmm, who knows?
maybe it means something else..
like i mole you.
maybe its a secret definition of love.
but what isnt love?
what is love?
is love a mole?
what is anything in this world really?
we need to ask the burning questions on our minds in order to find our purpose in life.
I like those pastel pink boxes that pastries come in and the feel of sleep in a long car ride. I like the sound of a wrench turning a nut on a bolt. I like those tiny, dark islands scattered at the curve of your neck and how I know them, raised ever so slightly, when I feel you in the dark.
On faces on arms, moles from sun, a mole in the ground digging in the dirt, do moles eat worms? do moles that grow hair gross people out? Whta are moles made out of? Why do they just appear sometimes? Is a mole the only kind of animal that burrows underground? Are there naked moles? Is a mole rat the same as a mole?
the mole is a creature of brown color and colorful disposition. When distraught, a particular mole with writhe with anger and destroy whole villages and towns. They are a nuisance and bother. That is why today, I propose a stop to the mole, and an open hunting season on the damned creature.
You’re a mole a spy among me myself and I. You find out my secrets and you use them, it seems, without ever really telling them. How else would you know how to hurt me. Your’e a mole, a sneak, a canary, a liar. You’ve burrowed in too deep.
A mole on the face, in just the right place, can be sexy. Or it can be a sign of serious issues like skin cancer—whether it’s perfectly placed or not. Funny how something can be either beautiful or foreboding without trying.
Mole is a mark on the skin, an animal, a sauce if it has an accent mark. It is a four letter word, which includes the latin word ole if an accent mark is included. The color of the wod is lavendar and it is in all lower case letters. It appears to be underlined, but it is more like that it is separated at the top of the page.
Mole, like a person who tells a secret or a hairy, infected, blemish on a person’s skin. Like a human mole, the spot can be harmless or it can be cancerous and deadly.
A thousand freckles, but this one wasn’t one of them. She zeroed in and she couldn’t help but leer. After a few moments it became clear to him that she had found It, which had caused him so many problems before he’d learned how to hide It, and suddenly he started to panic. He felt himself breaking out into a sweat, beads of fresh wet dripping onto his temples. The world began to melt around him.
ew thata gross i remember in that austin powers movie where the guy had the really big hairy mole but i also think about the naked mole rat from kim possible the show i watched that show a lot when i was a kid and thinking about it now brings back crazy memories
The mole popped out of the gound to greet the day. He looked at the sky and saw the cool blue hues mixed with the wispy white of the clouds. All of a sudden, the sun glimmered through the trees and caught the mole in the perfect light that made his fur shine as though it was a golden blanket on his small body.
mole on my face; not really a mole though. Wish it would go away, but maybe then I would change. I would become one of them, oblivious. Perhaps people need moles; for humankind to be different; for humankind to survive.
When I was a kid our yard used to be infested with mole holes. My parents saw them as pests. I thought that the dirt covering them was the softest thing I had ever felt. I used to run it through my fingers and imagine a world where everything felt that lovely.
Burrowing underground in darkness. Breaking the surface only to find more darkness. Living on sent and touch. Scrambling, unaware of your place. Or are you? Do you know how minute you are or do feel like you’re the kind of the world? King of your world. The world of darkness.
cindy crawford had a mole. she turned it into a trademark. wonder if i could turn my keloid into something like that, too. mostly it just makes people ask questions. like, what is that? how’d that happen?
moles live in the ground and eat your…. vegetables? I don’t know what they eat actually, but they live in the ground and lots of people don’t like them. Some people also don’t like when they have moles on their face, and I pray to god those moles don’t eat vegetables.
I’m getting this thing removed, even if it’s the last thing I ever do, thought Miranda as she stared at herself in the mirror. Her skin was perfect, save for that one little flaw.
hairy scary larry has a mole
its disgusting and i stare at it
it makes me wont to pop it like a pimple
but i know i cant
because its a mole.
but moles are also animals
so maybe they arent so bad after all
because animals have feelings and needs just like humans
how on earth did a human disfigurement come to have the
same name as a furry
cute
innocent
little animal? ill have to check into that.
I have this mole on my right arm. It has been there for as long as I can remember. It’s not like one of those weird gross moles with hair sticking out of it like you sometimes see on cafeteria ladies. It’s a nice mole. It’s not a Cindy Crawford mole, but it’s mine.
We caught a mole once. The dog chased it and didn’t know what to do with it once she caught it. We put it in a plastic trash can. The whole time it was digging digging digging into the corner trying to taste the earth.
He had never though of himself as a liar or any kind of cheater but here he was, a mole; sifting information from one corporation to another. He did it with a kind of poker face that had begun to rule his life. He would go
I knew it from the very beginning. She was an enemy. She was not to be trusted. Yet, I felt such great friendliness radiating off of her. Too bad she was a mole. One that had to be removed.
i have a mole on the side of my neck. “it’s not a mole”, says mom, “it’s a beauty mark.” “you have a mole on the side of your neck” says obnoxious 2nd grade classmate. “it’s not a mole”, i say, “it’s a beauty mark!”.
I used to have a mole on my upper lip. My mom told me it was my beauty mark: it defined me. Like Marilyn Monroe. Unfortunately, I hated it and I just got weird comments about it and felt awkward when people talked about it. I got it removed two years ago, and my mom thought I would miss it. I don’t miss it at ALL! I’m relieved! :)
First one popped up on the orange blob, then slowly more began to appear. It looked like a bunch of moles were slowly moving across the surface. Soon, the orange being was spotted all over, like some sort of strange amorphous cheetah. The scientist stared back in amazement, and the three eyes slowly turned back on the blob itself and it too seemed to marvel at its own change.
like a freckle only bigger. cancer. small animal that lives in the ground. blind and squinting and wearing glasses. brown. sleek. show on tv i never watched. neon green fingerprints. brown. sleek.
guacamoleee
moleymoleymoley!!
i wanna chop it up, and make some guacaMOLEyyy
austin powers is the greatest. i love it.
mole. blind mole. kim possible naked mole rat. ha :) thats fun. ron stoppable. kp. kevin petrovic was a kid in my grade a while ago
there was a mole in a hole and he was not a vole, voles are skinny and sleek and moles are fat and not chic. His name was a role, he played the violin in a stole, because he was jealous of the vole. The End.
I think of my self as a mole.
I dig my self deeper and deeper into to situations.
I lie till there is no possible way to get out.
I drink and do drugs till I get caught.
I don’t turn in homework till I have straight F’s.
I am a mole. Just digging my hole.
whack-a-mole! anger management control. whack whack whaaaack. festivals. too bad they cost extra; why are carnivals so expensive? Water for Elephants–great read. Gotta read.
” A mole in the compound??!” said the Colonel. “How do we deal with this?” He silently looked around the room. “Stevens! Call the guard shack and have them seal off the base! Nobody goes anywhere until we can verify identities!”
Moles on the face are such a burden. I mean, the worst thing in the world is a beautiful girl with a giant mole. Like cindy crawford. What a shame. Shes so stunning, but then BAM, huge mole..
moles…live in dark dank places. Places that are devoid of light–but not devoid of life. They make their homes in the dirt and mud…in the dark. Or they’re little specks on the body. Either or. Or spies…
ew sometimes when I think of moles, I just think of ugly hairy old ladies with hair coming OUT of their moles. G Ross. Or of the mole under my breast. Maybe not so gross. And also of those funny little smushy mole tunnels when I was hiking… hope I didn’t smush any moles. It felt cool to walk on them. anyway..
moles make me think of marilyn monroe. and how gorgeous she was even with all the so called “imperfections”. she was plus sized, had a huge mole on her face, and had problems. but she was so beautiful. beautifully inspiring. someone i look up to.
“I can see what’s happening.”
“What!?”
The doctor clicked his flashlight off and stepped back, sighing. His salt-and-pepper beard exploded from underneath his flimsy mask.
“I’m afraid the mole has spawned.”
those little things on your back that could be cancerous..?
or those cute little animals?
hmm, who knows?
maybe it means something else..
like i mole you.
maybe its a secret definition of love.
but what isnt love?
what is love?
is love a mole?
what is anything in this world really?
we need to ask the burning questions on our minds in order to find our purpose in life.
I like those pastel pink boxes that pastries come in and the feel of sleep in a long car ride. I like the sound of a wrench turning a nut on a bolt. I like those tiny, dark islands scattered at the curve of your neck and how I know them, raised ever so slightly, when I feel you in the dark.
On faces on arms, moles from sun, a mole in the ground digging in the dirt, do moles eat worms? do moles that grow hair gross people out? Whta are moles made out of? Why do they just appear sometimes? Is a mole the only kind of animal that burrows underground? Are there naked moles? Is a mole rat the same as a mole?
What the hell kind of word is mole?
the mole is a creature of brown color and colorful disposition. When distraught, a particular mole with writhe with anger and destroy whole villages and towns. They are a nuisance and bother. That is why today, I propose a stop to the mole, and an open hunting season on the damned creature.
You’re a mole a spy among me myself and I. You find out my secrets and you use them, it seems, without ever really telling them. How else would you know how to hurt me. Your’e a mole, a sneak, a canary, a liar. You’ve burrowed in too deep.
A mole on the face, in just the right place, can be sexy. Or it can be a sign of serious issues like skin cancer—whether it’s perfectly placed or not. Funny how something can be either beautiful or foreboding without trying.
Mole is a mark on the skin, an animal, a sauce if it has an accent mark. It is a four letter word, which includes the latin word ole if an accent mark is included. The color of the wod is lavendar and it is in all lower case letters. It appears to be underlined, but it is more like that it is separated at the top of the page.
Mole, like a person who tells a secret or a hairy, infected, blemish on a person’s skin. Like a human mole, the spot can be harmless or it can be cancerous and deadly.
A thousand freckles, but this one wasn’t one of them. She zeroed in and she couldn’t help but leer. After a few moments it became clear to him that she had found It, which had caused him so many problems before he’d learned how to hide It, and suddenly he started to panic. He felt himself breaking out into a sweat, beads of fresh wet dripping onto his temples. The world began to melt around him.
ew thata gross i remember in that austin powers movie where the guy had the really big hairy mole but i also think about the naked mole rat from kim possible the show i watched that show a lot when i was a kid and thinking about it now brings back crazy memories
The mole popped out of the gound to greet the day. He looked at the sky and saw the cool blue hues mixed with the wispy white of the clouds. All of a sudden, the sun glimmered through the trees and caught the mole in the perfect light that made his fur shine as though it was a golden blanket on his small body.
mole on my face; not really a mole though. Wish it would go away, but maybe then I would change. I would become one of them, oblivious. Perhaps people need moles; for humankind to be different; for humankind to survive.
When I was a kid our yard used to be infested with mole holes. My parents saw them as pests. I thought that the dirt covering them was the softest thing I had ever felt. I used to run it through my fingers and imagine a world where everything felt that lovely.
Burrowing underground in darkness. Breaking the surface only to find more darkness. Living on sent and touch. Scrambling, unaware of your place. Or are you? Do you know how minute you are or do feel like you’re the kind of the world? King of your world. The world of darkness.
cindy crawford had a mole. she turned it into a trademark. wonder if i could turn my keloid into something like that, too. mostly it just makes people ask questions. like, what is that? how’d that happen?
moles live in the ground and eat your…. vegetables? I don’t know what they eat actually, but they live in the ground and lots of people don’t like them. Some people also don’t like when they have moles on their face, and I pray to god those moles don’t eat vegetables.
I’m getting this thing removed, even if it’s the last thing I ever do, thought Miranda as she stared at herself in the mirror. Her skin was perfect, save for that one little flaw.
hairy scary larry has a mole
its disgusting and i stare at it
it makes me wont to pop it like a pimple
but i know i cant
because its a mole.
but moles are also animals
so maybe they arent so bad after all
because animals have feelings and needs just like humans
how on earth did a human disfigurement come to have the
same name as a furry
cute
innocent
little animal? ill have to check into that.
I have this mole on my right arm. It has been there for as long as I can remember. It’s not like one of those weird gross moles with hair sticking out of it like you sometimes see on cafeteria ladies. It’s a nice mole. It’s not a Cindy Crawford mole, but it’s mine.
We caught a mole once. The dog chased it and didn’t know what to do with it once she caught it. We put it in a plastic trash can. The whole time it was digging digging digging into the corner trying to taste the earth.
He had never though of himself as a liar or any kind of cheater but here he was, a mole; sifting information from one corporation to another. He did it with a kind of poker face that had begun to rule his life. He would go
I knew it from the very beginning. She was an enemy. She was not to be trusted. Yet, I felt such great friendliness radiating off of her. Too bad she was a mole. One that had to be removed.
i have a mole on the side of my neck. “it’s not a mole”, says mom, “it’s a beauty mark.” “you have a mole on the side of your neck” says obnoxious 2nd grade classmate. “it’s not a mole”, i say, “it’s a beauty mark!”.
I used to have a mole on my upper lip. My mom told me it was my beauty mark: it defined me. Like Marilyn Monroe. Unfortunately, I hated it and I just got weird comments about it and felt awkward when people talked about it. I got it removed two years ago, and my mom thought I would miss it. I don’t miss it at ALL! I’m relieved! :)
First one popped up on the orange blob, then slowly more began to appear. It looked like a bunch of moles were slowly moving across the surface. Soon, the orange being was spotted all over, like some sort of strange amorphous cheetah. The scientist stared back in amazement, and the three eyes slowly turned back on the blob itself and it too seemed to marvel at its own change.
love me for the blotches
and all the little scars.
find them all as beautiful
and i find the sincerity in your earthy eyes.
a mole is a measurement used very often in chemistry. one mole of an element is equal to its molarity times its volume in liters.
like a freckle only bigger. cancer. small animal that lives in the ground. blind and squinting and wearing glasses. brown. sleek. show on tv i never watched. neon green fingerprints. brown. sleek.
guacamoleee
moleymoleymoley!!
i wanna chop it up, and make some guacaMOLEyyy
austin powers is the greatest. i love it.
mole. blind mole. kim possible naked mole rat. ha :) thats fun. ron stoppable. kp. kevin petrovic was a kid in my grade a while ago
A hole, like a mole
Dug deep like coal
So deep, you need a pickaxe
Steel
Diamond
Minecraft.
there was a mole in a hole and he was not a vole, voles are skinny and sleek and moles are fat and not chic. His name was a role, he played the violin in a stole, because he was jealous of the vole. The End.
I think of my self as a mole.
I dig my self deeper and deeper into to situations.
I lie till there is no possible way to get out.
I drink and do drugs till I get caught.
I don’t turn in homework till I have straight F’s.
I am a mole. Just digging my hole.
whack-a-mole! anger management control. whack whack whaaaack. festivals. too bad they cost extra; why are carnivals so expensive? Water for Elephants–great read. Gotta read.
” A mole in the compound??!” said the Colonel. “How do we deal with this?” He silently looked around the room. “Stevens! Call the guard shack and have them seal off the base! Nobody goes anywhere until we can verify identities!”
Moles on the face are such a burden. I mean, the worst thing in the world is a beautiful girl with a giant mole. Like cindy crawford. What a shame. Shes so stunning, but then BAM, huge mole..
moles…live in dark dank places. Places that are devoid of light–but not devoid of life. They make their homes in the dirt and mud…in the dark. Or they’re little specks on the body. Either or. Or spies…
ew sometimes when I think of moles, I just think of ugly hairy old ladies with hair coming OUT of their moles. G Ross. Or of the mole under my breast. Maybe not so gross. And also of those funny little smushy mole tunnels when I was hiking… hope I didn’t smush any moles. It felt cool to walk on them. anyway..