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Oh i love tea. It’s the comfort, the warmth, the love on a lonely winter’s day. The refreshing, cool, dew of regeneration of lazy summers. Tea, is everything, a microcosm of the most beautiful, the love we all crave most.

Posted By ici On 05.01.2009 @ 2:11 am

facebook. still doesn’t have a dislike button. This is by far my most pathetic entry since the first damn thing i thought of was Facebook. dammit, stupid networking sites are taking over our lives while Google watches. free yourself from society’s new chains.

Posted By ici On 04.30.2009 @ 1:42 pm

Be gentle with my heart, my mind. I can only take so much knowledge without suffering the unbliss of the unignorant–be gentle with the power you have to bestow others with such truth.

Posted By ici On 04.27.2009 @ 5:04 am

wanted you are wanted i am wanted not by you but what can i do but want the unwanted without willingly wearing away windows of want

Posted By ici On 09.08.2009 @ 7:08 pm

toast to you and me a toast to the past few months the wonder the intellect the questioning you challenged me, everything i had assumed, known.

i’ve never met anyone like you you changed my life i hope you change the world so here’s a toast to you and how you make me feel.

Posted By ici On 12.20.2008 @ 1:29 am

The rest of the day was quite unspectacular as she sneezed her way around. She feared the antibiotics in her system weren’t working as they should and maybe she had bigger problems at hand. What was wrong with her immune system? what more did she need but rest?

Posted By ici On 06.20.2009 @ 11:53 am

index. If i could index my thoughts, my dreams, would the memories even fit into any sort of structure? How would i file them? alphabetically by subject? emotion? L for love, laughter, life, loneliness. M for mystery, mother, misanthropy.

Posted By ici On 09.04.2009 @ 11:23 pm

heartbeat. I thought it was paranoia, when i was overly conscious of my heartbeat–you know, that insecurity when you stand in front of a room to give a speech and you’re sure everyone can here the nervous ticking in your chest–but lying there, on that bed next to you, i was proven wrong. You could here someone’s heartbeat, a foot away sharing the same tense bed.

Posted By ici On 07.12.2009 @ 7:05 pm

Deep as the ocean my heart suffers for you. But really, what does it matter? If I’m at the bottom and you’re at the top then all this emotion is futile anyways. I’m 20,000 under, but I’m tired of not breathing, I’m on my way up, whether or not you’re there waiting.

Posted By ici On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am