There were no footprints in the dust behind her. |
My name is Molly McIsaac, and I am alive. I am a photographer, writer, dreamer, graphic designer, dog lover, comic book dork, video game store employee, traveler, toy collector... I use this space to share my writing, my art, my inspirations. This tumblr is for my personal musings, art, photography and writing. If you are looking for my constant stream of geekiness, go here. flickr :: last.fm :: facebook :: twitter email: heyheymamawolf@gmail.com |
| @Narkalant: | Clever Girl. |
| Me: | Ticka ticka ticka on the kitchen floor. |
| @Narkalant: | Oh god, you can OPEN DOORS. |
| @Narkalant: | I'll combine you with frog DNA BAYBEE. ALL NIGHT. |
| Me: | I'll... unearth your bones. |
| @Narkalant: | I'll reconstruct you from found specimens in moderately arid climates. |
| Me: | I'll preserve you in my tar. |
| @Narkalant: | I'd mount you in a museum. Where everyone can see. |
| Me: | I'll plaster cast your bone and put it on display. |
| @Narkalant: | I'll probe your bone structure. |
| Me: | I'll hypothesize what really killed you! Er, wait... |
| @Narkalant: | Ha. I'll tell you everything about me from my bone. |
