Floor 5: 2009

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

new website. check it out!

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Dude, my experience with the playa h8rs is just about over. I talked to a good soul today, and he reminded me that these rooms... they're full of evil!

and so i'll just mute and remember always that u guys suck,

and i rock.

:)

Monday, May 11, 2009

i wanna sink.

i just wanna sink into the ground right now.
and sleep oh sweet sleep.
it's almost 2 am.
my lover is telling me to get a life insurance policy.
and it makes me cry.
i don't want him to die.
i am tired.
i want to sleep.
i want to not eat for days
and live off of coffee and nicotine.
i want to slip away.
into unconsciousness.
until tomorrow.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Ivy Flux Baby.

New Site Soon.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

New Domain Coming Soon.

A couple of months ago I applied for a scholarship to Ashford University Online. I checked out the site earlier and only one winner has been selected thus far, but there's about 10 more scholarship recipients. It's for a four year full ride. GOlly man that would be shhweet.

Friday, May 8, 2009

Aha!

So after all of the critical remarks today, I found a piece of serenity in knowing I've arrived.

All These Things I've Done -- The Killers

If you ever get the chance to see The Killers live, DO IT! They are an awesome show. :) Missletoe Jam, Atlanta, GA, Dec. 2006

When there's nowhere else to run
Is there room for one more son
One more son
If you can hold on
If you can hold on, hold on
I wanna stand up, I wanna let go
You know, you know - no you don't, you don't
I wanna shine on in the hearts of men
I want a meaning from the back of my broken hand

Another head aches, another heart breaks
I am so much older than I can take
And my affection, well it comes and goes
I need direction to perfection, no no no no

Help me out
Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the blackburner
You know you got to help me out

And when there's nowhere else to run
Is there room for one more son
These changes ain't changing me
The cold-hearted boy I used to be

Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the blackburner
You know you got to help me out
You're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down

I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
...

Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the blackburner
You know you got to help me out
You're gonna bring yourself down
You're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the blackburner
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down

Over and out, last call for sin
While everyone's lost, the battle is won
With all these things that I've done
All these things that I've done
If you can hold on
If you can hold on

Verbal Diarrhea man

Why?
Why bother?

God, please damn that man
the man that spews verbal diarrhea
all over the inter-web.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

matthew 5:44

"Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you." -Matthew 5:44

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Guess Again My Nigga!

yea so yesterday i thought about closing this blog. and started thinking about why? WHY the FUCK would I close this blog, simply because somebody calls me an idiot? Yea, it hurt my feelings, but then I start thinking, "Hey, I might be on drugs, but I'm not stupid."

I do things. I am a mother. A writer. A designer. I go to school, and work from home. I have a beautiful family, with a loving husband and great grandparents for my beautiful daughter. I have my faith, I have confidence, and I have strength. I am not afraid of the critics and the hecklers out there in the world, because there are two types of people; those who do, and those who ridicule.

So after I got offline, I went and watched Heckler by Jamie Kennedy on Showtime. And it reminded me of these things, that somebody that calls you an idiot is just trying to get a rise out of you. They are trying to make themselves feel better for being a nobody who has never accomplished anything in their meaningless life.

I look at you, girl, and I see your sadness. And it hurts my heart to think that you live in such a miserable state of mind, that you don't have anything better to do than criticize others to make yourself feel better.

Yea, I might not "get it," I might be an "idiot," and on drugs, but you know what? I'm going somewhere. I'm going to be somebody. I'm making a name for myself. I have a 3.6 GPA and went to school my entire pregnancy. I had a csection and was ready to start my next quarter when my daughter was a week old. So I went to school, hurting and doped up, walked into that classroom, and decided that the pain was well worth it.

Because I LOVE adobe. I LOVE painting and creating and slicing and disolving and pen points and distortion and watermarks and blur and the ability to choose from like... a BILLION colors! and I LOVE to write! I love to write about people that hate on me. And I pray for people that hate me. And I wonder to myself, "Why? Why do they waste their time trying to bring me down off my high? BUZZKILL NIGGA.

I am a woman of the crucifix. Jesus Christ is my saivor, and I try to walk in his footsteps, and I never will walk the exact path, but I can walk beside Him. And because of that, you will never bring me down again. And I will keep being me and I'll continue to call the cops if i think some chick is getting beat up by some dude twice her size, and I will NOT think twice about it. Because guess what PUNK NIGGA!! I'm SAVED and I'm Free and I'm happy and there's nothing that you or anybody else will be able to do about it.

<3 Molly.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Later Haters.

This blog is officially over as of today.

404 Nigga

___> > > E R R O R > > >_

Monday, May 4, 2009

Camfrog fighting

Is a HORRIBLE expierence and is not recommended for anybody with a real heart and sensitivities. because they WILL find your weakness. These people are brutal and cruel and totally preverse. If you have low confidence as it is, do NOT go in here. If you have an eating disorder, do NOT go in here. if you are anything on the following list, do NOT go into FIGHT ROOMS.

if you are:

sensitive
lacking in confidence
talented
black or of mixed race
depressed

but on the other hand, you might find people if you're

angry
racist
Overly dominant with a desire to be overly powerful and viewing in one's self as more superior.

These people are sad. And we should have a moment of prayer for the people stuck in that vortex of the "Camfrog Haters" societies.

Heartbreaking Reality Check.

I'm not sure what I want to write about, but it's an urge, you see... and outlet. To get everything off my shoulders that has been bothering me. I've been getting waaaayyy too deep into this camfrog thing. It's almost like an addiction, you see. I've been spending hours upon hours typing and looking and laughing and wishing... and why? For what? I love Daniel very much. Yea, we have our ups and downs like any couple, but the bible wins again with it's words of wisdom. Even the thought of adultury is sinful... thus meaning that adultury can distroy your current relationship, because it's brought on by demons.

We have to fight the demons. We have to be good to be free. I'm tired of fighting a battle that can simply be stopped by a little willpower. And it's almost sickening, somebody told me to "go fuck yourself," and it really hurt. He was my favorite camfrog person thus far, and I guess i hurt his feelings. But then i remembered this is camfrog, and I have a real man in the other room, and this is simply entertainment.

I don't want to play with people that will try to hurt my heart. Because that's not what there for. I'm there to make friends, to have fun and just flirt. I don't want to leave my husband, I won't leave my husband, and I hope he can have the same kind of fun that I have with camfrog... I don't mind if he wants to jerk off while looking at a big tittied chick, because then he's not getting me to do it. And I can have a little fun, but i won't ever show myself because that's not who I am. My body is for the one man that I love, his name is Daniel, and if you can't accept what I just said, you don't want to be my friend.

Because I will play with your heart and then I'll end up ripping it out and stomping on it... unintentionally.

I am an artist. A writer. A believer. A follower of Christ. A lover and a dreamer, who is simply trying to find understanding in this thing that we call life.

<3 Molly.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Cam Frog Pro Review

This totally awsome blend of IMing and Video chat totally rocks. 5 star rating. :) yey. anyway,

I don't know if it's having a tension buildup or what. but something is not right in our household this morning. get kind of a sick, adulturious feeling going on in our house right now. Maybe I'll go smoke a bowl.

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Need an advertiser

I need an advertiser for this blog. Anybody interested?

All be Casanova

Depression is gone. Insomnia sinks in. I laid awake in bed for a good 45 minutes before I decided to get back up and take a couple of Tylenol PM and a Mirizapine. I packed another bowl and put the Juno soundtrack on the I Mac, and start listening to Cat Power. Last night, I fell asleep about 5 a.m., woke up at 9.15 and jumped right out of bed.

Alexandria is teething.
I sometimes wonder if we made the right decision when we made love that night. We both wanted a child, and tried just that one time. 9 months later we had a beautiful baby girl.

Sometimes I wonder if you're happy with me... and sometimes, I wonder if I'm happy with you. And we could seperate, but if we don't keep trying, we'd probably just continue the cycle, finding love, then breaking hearts.

I love you, I do. I wonder if it's possible, though, to not be selfish and love others in the same, yet different ways;

I know what the bible says, how it's just not right. But what if I've grown? I'm learning to read between the lines of the book in the light with the right spirit.

I love you, I do... I love the fact you might be the same way; that we can continue to grow old with eachother, and hold eachother tight, until that night that the light goes out...

I want to run sometimes, but it might just be because i'm afraid..

and so then i start thinking about how what I'm afraid of, I relate to demons, but then I turn around and play with fire... and I like it.

Can we just all please be Casanovas?

<3 Molly.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

deviousness

been feelin devious these past couple of days like i haven't been reading my bible enough --- but the thoughts alone aren't enough to make me go running into loosing sight of possibilities.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Spit in my throat

i'm like a pretty flower
a gypsy girl that has a strange power
to rhyme the words that get stuck in her hed while she lays in her bed
next to the man that she loves, the father of her daughter
and she'd die a mayrter
for the things she believes and one that she'll always follow
and you gotta swallow the spit that gets stuck in your throat
when you see her smile while she lies on the boat
that flys through the water
on that hot summer day in the bay of biloxi
and you feel a bit tipsy
cuz' that beer that you're drinkin'
and the sweat is kinda stinkin'
while we roll through the sheets kinda freakin'
to the beatin' of the bass
while you touch my face oh so-so-so soft-ly --

Monday, April 27, 2009

Writing words and silly things

I want to write but internet is being stupid,

so i start this in a text editor.

Today the day feels a lot more free than it used to be. I feel something is side my soul change and the clouds look whiter and the sun shines brighter and it just feels so good to finally feel free, not to be locked down by the depression that humanity seems to bring, the birds start to sing and

i finally caught the caterpillar that's been eating my flower, it's strange because it's like the same kinda power that fuels us to live is one in the same, the same God that i worship everyday when I pray and I ask him if he may bless me today for everything and everything that he would like to see me live the way the Holy Spirit has me follow and I know I cannot walk in the steps and so i gotta pause the microphone to make a call to a lady that I blew off thinking her way was not the way when the only difference is the name we call Him,

we all have our struggles and sometimes i cry but who said life was gunna be easy? Spring is finally here and the economy is bad but who gives a shit why am i sad? We gotta sell that stupid car sittin in the driveway but the good Lord up above has a plan worked out for the best I just gotta keep my feet walking by the side of a superstar we know as Jesus Christ and I start to wonder if he had a middle name....

I wanna get a bic to flick so i can lick the paper that wraps my weed oh so tight, and I strike the light and start to puff and smoke the herbage that was given to make it just a lil easier to get through this hell on earth, satan seems to dance and giggle in the shadows of the night but we pray and pray and pray on our knees that the Good Lord can sieze the demons as sleezy as they are and send them back to Haties so that they can burn in hell

Babylon is what our country has become and you wanna start to run and think of better things and a memory of the priest rubbing ashes on my forehead to ashes in dust and remember the next time you bust a rhyme while in church you must give thanks to the Holy Spirit for filling your soul with the words that so flow from your lips in the evening,

I want to kiss those lips in the evening when the moon is so full and I wish you were here right next to my chair sitting here listening to Damien Rice on the raido, and he reminds me that one day this may one day be our anaversy, and i don't know why but sometimes it just feels so right when I think of you but so wrong in the things that I think and it's dying to get out of me,
a lustful thing but why does it have to be such an unpure thing why can't we just be who we wanna be without worrying what the world would think of we by the sides of eachother walking hand in hand we get dirty stares when you kiss my hand and people sometimes just feel jealous of just what it is i don't know but I miss the long conversations and wishes for kisses on my neck in the summertime, why am I so dying to get out of here? We need a vacation just the three of us into the hills above the river that lies above my dad's house, and I get stuck again

and start to wonder when we'll touch our plushish lips together and i wonder wether you're thinking of me right now.... oh how i want to know how long it'll take our souls to grow into a union of one together, midnight seems so far away as my mind begins to stray further into that thoughts that may become reality

i'd like to run along the beach while you take pictures of the snow crabs that wash along the shoreline late at night while the casnio lights our biloxi sky it makes me feel so high sometimes when i think of you.

and i'm dying to get out of here this hell on earth that we're stuck on, it's a battlefield out there but you know that, you live it everyday, please don't start to cry i wish sometimes you didn't love me so that you could be as free as you'd like to be but then i think of those words you said that special night i was in your bed when you said that I completed you, that all you wanted was a wife and family. I love you.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Another Year

So my birthday was March 30th. My older sister, Kelly, watched Alex on Saturday night, and Daniel and I went out for lunch, movie, and had a few drinks. I had fun. Total birthday money this year: $225. did good. I like this whole getting older thing. The older ya get, the more ya get. :) Or maybe I'm just in the good book this year, or something...

Anti-Depressants are working well. Alexandria had a WIC appointment this afternoon, and I got weighed while I was there, and I've lost about 15 lb. in the past 2 months. so 7 lb. a month is not extremely rapid compared with my past weight loss, and I'm glad for that. I'm a lot more active than I was 2 weeks ago, and it's great. Started hanging laundry outside, working in our gardens, and taking Alex on a walk everyday around the block.

I also went back and talked to my old manager at the Christian Women's Center. They're a thrift store, and it's a great place to work. Everybody is really nice... anyway, I have to go put in an application tomorrow, and Nancy (the manager) said that when she's ready to hire somebody she'll give me a call. Yey! So that's good news... and Daniel's dad put an ad in paper for car... hopefully that will sell soon.

My cousins are down from Wisconsin, also. That's pretty cool. Cousin suzy is staying here while others stay at my sisters across town. I should run, though. Gotta sweep and mop..

love,
Molly.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Naming Posts & Writing exersise

It will be a lot easier to find my old writings if they're given a title. So starting today, I am going to try and make an effort and give all of my posts titles.

I thought about killing the poppies earlier. Like over fertilizing them. But then I quickly erased that thought from my mind because when I looked out my window, the stained glass Serenity prayer with praying hands reminded me that I ought not be that way.

So I'm looking out my window right now...and this is what I see. An orange wheel barel, an old door that has a painted city on it, duck taped up to the columns to keep the dogs from getting into the Poppy Garden,

I see the old, rusty metal chain-link fence separating our yard from the neighbors; the neighbors have a big trampoline in their back yard and an old wooden shed with a rusty metal top.

I see a couple of other things that aren't nearly as important as those elements,
but then I just saw the neighbors dog run by carrying a toy and it made me realize all the elements are important.

I can see the front of a black mustang from 2 houses down, but only the front because the neighbors house obstructs the view of the rest.

lol.. I see a hoe.

more duct tape. a white basket laying in the neighbors yard.

Monkey grass and bushes,

A pink toddler car, and an kiddie ATV toy.

I look at the painting and feel utterly disgusted with it for some reason. Probably because it's not finished. Or over finished. one of the two. I can't figure it out and that's why it's out there, because I'm done with it for now, and the wood makes better use elsewhere.

And that, folks...is what I see out my bedroom window that lays behind my computer screen.

~Molly.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

So the last couple of days, I have been in a good mood. Sun shining birds chirping kind of good mood. I'm up to 3 effexor a day, and they have really started to help my mood. I haven't been feeling worthless or guilty these past few days... which is wonderful. I don't like feeling that way... nobody does.

I do feel like I'm jealous, though. Jealous of poppies. Daniel spends almost all of his free time watering them, transplanting, tilling soil... fertilizing them. This weekend, there was a time that Daniel and I didn't say more than 5 sentences to each other that didn't involve poppies or gardening. I get so sick of the stupid flowers, I just want him to pay attention to ME! That may sound selfish, but I've been trying to make a sacrifice for our family.. to grow closer together, and it takes more than one person to make that happen. He'd rather play in his flower bed than hold his daughter for 10 minutes.

Don't get me wrong he's a great man and I love him very much. I just wish we could be the kind of friends we used to be... instead of this old stale couple that just sits around and piddles in their garden. I miss the excitement and romance we used to have together. Having a baby has changed a lot, but we still have needs.

And I just feel like my emotional needs aren't being acknowledged. And it hurts. It hurts to think that the person that you love doesn't find you that exciting anymore.

I asked Daniel the other day if he still loved me, and asked if he would ever leave me. He said of course he still loves me and he'd never leave me... and I believe him... but our relationship needs more than an "I love you and have a good day at work" exchange and a hug.

It would be nice if he would say "Lets spend some time together," and then follow through. That's all I want. Quality time with the man I love. Is that too much to ask?

~Molly.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

oh my friggin' gosh, I am so sick of stupid Poppies!

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

I was watching the E true Hollywood story on Anna Nicole Smith earlier... everybody can pick on her if that's what they please... but I liked her. I still do. In a lot of ways, I feel like I relate to Anna Nicole.. and I think it's sucks that she died..

Today has been a little rough. I really didn't feel like getting out of bed today, but after I did, I ended up taking a nap, and woke up ready to do stuff. Kinda started my day over. So I set up the water hose out front and watered the plants. Made a list of stuff to do.

I can hear Alex crying in her crib... she's pretty crabby and is tired, but she tries so hard to hold onto that last moment of wakefulness.

My older sister texted me earlier, and I guess we're going out to lunch tomorrow. That's pretty sweet. I miss my big sis. Haven't seen her in a while..

I really don't have much else to say right now.

~Molly.

Monday, March 16, 2009

The first time I can remember thinking "I'd be better off dead," I was 10 years old. It was a hot August afternoon, and my mom and her new drug addicted husband, Jimmy, left my brother and I home by ourselves for some reason or another. My brother and I had gotten into a fight while they were gone, and I locked my brother out of the house. Our apartment was at ground level, and he was outside pushing a window up and I was pushing it down. He ended up pushing his hands through the glass and I called 911. I was so scared my brother was going to need stitches. I ran upstairs and got a neighbor, and while the ambulance was outside pulling broken glass out of my brothers hands, my mom and Jimmy pulled up.

My brother was okay, and after everything had calmed down and everyone had left, my mother freaked out. She was hysterical. She started yelling at my brother, hitting him while he was cowering on his bed. I shouted to stop, and she came and started hitting me in the head with her fists. She was yelling about the $500 ambulance bill she was going to have to pay.

Jimmy finally got her off of me, and she left. I don't know where she went, but I remember lying on the bed, I couldn't breathe, tears rolled down my cheeks, and I just wanted to die. I started praying for God to get me out of there. It was the first time I remember praying to save my life.

That Christmas, my mom sent us to our dad's for Christmas and we ended up staying to live permanently. I remember being happy for a while...

When I was about 15 I became depressed again, my stepmom died and her daughter was 1. I took on a new big roll at my home.. I cooked and cleaned a lot more and took care of my sister a lot.

Moved out and partied a lot after I was 18. Next big depression battle was after my mother died when I was 19. The last time she and I ever talked I told her she was a drunk and I couldn't stand talking to her when she was drunk. She hung up on me.

I moved to Griffin GA, and continued to be depressed until I was about 21. I got into a really bad relationship, but after I left him, I had never felt happier. I met Daniel shortly after, and have continued to remain stable until about 2 months ago... when Alexandria was 3 months old.

Now I'm going through this postpartum depression shit. I'm not suicidal or anything, but it's really starting to effect my day to day living. The anti-depressant seems to be taking hold, though. I woke up in a good mood today. First time in a couple of months!

My depression bouts, now that I have them written down, seem to follow a pattern where external factors are making me depressed. Major life changing events... you know? Loosing trust in a parent, death, death, birth of a child.... and I read somewhere, I think in The Road Less Traveled by Scott Peck, he says depression is healthy because when we are depressed, we are loosing a part of our old selves to grow into our new selves. And we often don't want to let that part go because we are familiar with it, so it's like a grieving process. And that is what causes us to be depressed. So I don't feel too down after seeing that, and knowing that life will always have it's ups and downs.

And more than anything, My faith in Jesus Christ is what will get me through.

~Molly.

Today is going well. Alex woke up in the middle of the night at about 3 (which is odd), but she slept until about 11. Got plenty of rest. Woke up in a good mood.

But somehow or another, we lost the loaf of bread we just bought...

Daniel and I really needed a weekend like this to reconnect. We haven't been seeing a lot of each other lately, because we're on two totally different schedules now that he's back on the 2nd shift again.

I just feel really content. I can tell the anti-depressant is starting to help. It's been a long time since I woke up ready to look the day in the face.

I want to write a book. :)

~Molly.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Today was an alright day. I wasn't sad really, just stressed. We watched my friend Sabrina's kids... and man those kids are craaazzyyy. Camden is 5, and his sister Kiera is 3.

We took them to McDonalds, but when they decided they weren't going to listen, we decided to leave. Camden drops to his knees, screaming in the middle of McDonalds "NOOOOOOOO!!" It was totally melodramatic.

Then at our house, Camden had to go to the bathroom. He cut himself on a razor, and tried to say that a mosquito bit him. Lordy Lordy...

So we took them to church, and that went better than expected...

That's all I really have to say today.

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Today is a good day.

It's the weekend, and Daniel doesn't have to work. It's good to spend some time with him. Alex is glad to see her daddy, too.

~Molly.

Friday, March 13, 2009

So today is a little better than yesterday... I don't feel totally hopeless. Daniel's mom, Linda, bought me a new bible today... Women of Faith study bible -- NIV. I've been needing a new bible, too. I have an American standard and a king James, but I love the way that the NIV reads. Much easier to understand.

Today I started taking 2 effexor a day. For the first 6 days I had to take 1/2 pill. Then the next 7 days, I take 1 in AM and 1 in PM. After that, I take 3 a day. I hope it works. I haven't had any side affects yet other than it's difficult to eat. But that might be from a combination of things....

Daniel isn't sleeping well this week. Every night he gets less and less sleep. He just switched back over to the 2nd shift on his job, and he's thinking that's what has thrown him off. I think it may have something to do with him having depression, also.

It makes me feel bad when I see him in emotional turmoil. I wish there was something I could do for him, but there really isn't anything I can do. It's some kind of codependent thing... where I want so badly to help others, but can't help myself. It's like I want to save the world... and at the same time, just want somebody to come save me.

~Molly.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

I'm so tired, and I don't know where to write

I must have 5 or 6 blogs lost on the internet. When I first started "blogging," I hated that term. But I suppose it's grown into mainstream culture so I'll use it simply because.

I stopped writing on a regular basis about 2 years ago... maybe a little longer. Since my last post, I've done a lot of drugs, NA meetings, broke up with boyfriend and found my best friend, moved 2 or 3 times, quit a few jobs, went to jail once, saw about 30 concerts, had a daughter, gotten a certificate in basic publication design.. more or less in that order.

I live in metro Atlanta, now. Griffin, to be exact. It's the last city before you hit the country when you're driving down I 75 south.

Right now, I'm experiencing postpartum depression. Been going on for a month or two, now. And when I used to be in therapy, they always said it was a good idea to write. So I started writing when I was about 15 or 16. I think it was on a host called "dead journal." Some spin off of Live Journal.

This shit is crazy, man. I remember seeing Brooke Shields go through it and stuff, well, not seeing her...but hearing about it. I really didn't think anything about it. Just though... man, that must suck. And then I think my step-mom was probably suffering from it after my little sister was born.

It's like I am totally apathetic. If it wasn't for my daughter, I probably wouldn't even get out of bed some days. I'm not taking care of myself, not eating right, and I need to starting going to NA meetings again.

I've been pushing people who are closest away from me. I just sit in my house all day with Alexandria and our two dogs. My house is a mess. It's a mental battle just to do a load of laundry and the dishes, make the bed and sweep the house. Sometimes I forget to feed the dogs.

It's spiritual warfare. Constant spiritual warfare. That's the only logical explanation, I feel, to mental illness. Yea you can say brain chemicals and crap.. but it's a war. A daily battle. Good vs. Evil. Listen to me.. sounding crazy over here. But my faith in God is what keeps me going, and nobody can ever take that away from me.

I got a lot of demons hiding in my closet. I pray God will banish them to roam around the desert... or like that one guy.. Jesus cast this guys demons out into a herd of pigs. and the pigs all ran off the cliff and died. And then the guy was okay.

I'll be okay.

~Molly.