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I crossed the street and there he was, standing. Almost, like a giant overlooking his prophetic kingdom. I stared in awe, wondering what thoughts were pursuing that head. I wanted to know, I yearned for it.

Posted By Amanda On 05.14.2010 @ 7:24 pm

There’s nothing more excruciating than having to stand for too long. When I have to stand, I don’t love anything more than sitting down. It feels so good.

Posted By amanda On 05.12.2010 @ 8:00 am

with pride and dignity for ones self, and stand for those not strong enough to stand for themselves.

Posted By Amanda On 05.11.2010 @ 2:28 pm

by jury. justice. freedom. those i love serve as my jurors and i am on trial. they help to guide me to make the best decisions i can.

Posted By amanda On 05.09.2010 @ 7:26 am

regardless of the fears, the tears, the downright terror I feel right now, I have no choice. If he has to go, he has to go. If I hold him back, he will look like he’s tied to his wife’s apron strings. If I say go and something happens, I will forever feel guilt and sorrow.

Posted By Amanda On 05.04.2010 @ 4:22 am

He was the type of person who called himself bi-coastal. Though he wanted to stay in New York, he came back to California to live with his mom and work at a shoe store. So much for a degree.

Posted By Amanda On 04.15.2010 @ 9:18 pm

The more coasters she used, the more she began to consider wood. All types of wood. Colors, grain, finishes. She now desperately wanted dark wood floors.

Posted By Amanda On 04.15.2010 @ 2:30 pm

The more coasters she used, the more she began to consider wood. All types of wood. Colors, grain, finishes. She now desperately wanted dark wood floors.

Posted By Amanda On 04.15.2010 @ 2:28 pm

She didn’t know she had it in her. The shrill screech of terror that left her lips as the coaster dipped it’s head at a 90 degree angle and plunged forward.

Posted By amanda On 04.15.2010 @ 12:20 pm

lind line people food drink

Posted By amanda On 04.15.2010 @ 7:22 am

I took it every day. 7:00 am sharp, I would hurry out of my modest apartment where I live alone, and head towards the subway station. Where I head to my monotonous job, with my monotonous co-workers. I worked as an average employee, which made me life boring I guess, but I liked it this way. It was comforting. But, I knew how my life would be, I would meet an average woman, who I would wed. We would have 2 kids (probably 1 female, and 1 male.) Our lives wold be boring, but filled with joy.

Posted By Amanda On 04.14.2010 @ 7:54 pm

this place has great sandwiches. or it can take a person to many places in the city. I have only been on this once, but have gone to th restaurant many times. it is one of my favorite place

Posted By amanda On 04.14.2010 @ 5:04 pm

I went on the subway for the first time a few weeks ago. I was with my best friend and we were waiting for the B Train to come so we could go to the Natural History Museum to see dinosaurs since I hadn’t been there before. We’d taken the bus in for the day and we were going to visit his friend Austin.

Posted By Amanda On 04.14.2010 @ 2:01 pm

She entered the subway. But it seemed all the gum commercials lied. She had not met her soul mate that day.

Posted By Amanda On 04.14.2010 @ 1:07 pm

lightly bouncing as she stepped off the pavement and onto the dirt road, her curls reflected dingy sunlight.

Posted By Amanda On 04.12.2010 @ 3:30 pm

I remember this one time me and my aunt put tape on one of my cats paws… it was so funny. He kept walking around and in between each step he would jump in the air and clap his hands together. He was trying to get it off. He looked like he was all happy or something haha. Eventually we took them off, but not after we already had a good laugh.

Posted By amanda On 04.11.2010 @ 1:21 am

green tea, hot tea, I don’t like tea iced tea, sweet tea, I don’t like tea

Posted By amanda On 05.01.2009 @ 5:46 pm

I loved the way he made tea, unlike what I was used to. He boiled all the herbs and tea leaves in a pot of water, and the smell filled each corner of the room. It filled me, and warmed me once it entered my body. Like tea does, of course.

Posted By Amanda On 05.01.2009 @ 4:53 pm

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Posted By Amanda On 05.01.2009 @ 4:48 pm

My mother loves to drink Red Rose tea and she always gives me the wade figurine out of the box. The series they are doing now is my favorite and, so far, I have the pumpkin and Uncle Sam.

Posted By Amanda On 05.01.2009 @ 12:46 pm

Warm, soothing. I’ll drink a cup before bedtime and dream about home. Tea for when I’m sick, tea for when my throat burns. My mom puts honey and lemon in tea– it’s necessary to heal what hurts. Green tea, ginger tea, earl grey tea, no coffee. Tea.

Posted By Amanda On 04.30.2009 @ 7:58 pm

The English drink a lot of tea, but so do the Irish. If you refuse a cup of tea in Ireland, they will simply ignore you and give you the cup of tea anyway. Tea is best with brown sugar and milk, although Americans tend to drink it plain or with ice, much to the distress of Europeans. It is unusual that the Brits would have such an affection for tea as it is not grown anywhere near the islands.

Posted By Amanda On 04.30.2009 @ 4:38 pm

Don’t gloss things over with sugar. i want the truth, I don’t care if its shiny or sweet, I just want it to be real. Real for you. and of course, do to the self centered nature of myself, real for me.

Posted By Amanda On 04.29.2009 @ 1:11 pm

I waltz around the room, as if I was a dancer in a dark room. Waltz is the name of a dance that I cannot do, but who knew. They waltzed up and down the streets with roses in their teeth, dancing cheek to cheek…. red roses and bare skin

Posted By Amanda On 04.27.2009 @ 7:04 pm

and laughing like a dog in heat she wore her irony outside herself, flashing for all to see.

Posted By amanda On 04.27.2009 @ 10:52 am

I can recall what it was like to be in love with someone else but when i recall it it doesn’t really seem like love so much at all anymore. But can you really recall feelings, or just events and happenings?

Posted By amanda On 04.26.2009 @ 2:48 pm

mode of transportation. a la mode. fashion. ice cream.

Posted By amanda On 04.24.2009 @ 8:19 am

meter stick… meter… meat- er. lol… i dunno. meter yards inches…

Posted By Amanda On 05.13.2009 @ 7:48 pm

i don’t know anything about then I just imagine them being a large monster one who is in a conspiracy to steal my change. He would gobble up all of my loose change and if it were not satisfying it would eat me too.

Posted By Amanda On 05.13.2009 @ 7:11 pm

you can pose that you are good at something, that you are something you are not, or that you are okay. You can make someone think that you are going to be better than you are and you can pose as a completely different person. Or you could pose for the camera and let life catch you as it flashes by quicker than you could imagine.

Posted By Amanda On 05.12.2009 @ 4:36 pm