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walls are fourth and none. there are walls in houses and minds that i hate and love. i appreciate insulation, but loathe boundaries and disgust and repressed memories. there are things in walls that i want to know about and things that are shown through windows that i want to hear and smell. there are also things that are too vivid for me to ever bear witness to, but I think I will still peek in.
» Posted By Ica On 02.07.2012 @ 1:35 pm
lillies are beautiful flowers. as far as i know there are many kinds of lillies, but in plural i am always reminded of the flowers. if, however, in singular form. the word “lily” only reminds me of video games and harvest moon since this is what i will always name my cow the very first time i buy one. i love the simplicity and delicacy of the plural, but relish in the nostalgia of the cow.
» Posted By Ica On 01.08.2012 @ 5:22 pm
oil drips and seeps and slicks along things. its enemy seems to be water, in large scale and in small. on the bread table, it seeks to please the taste buds with vinegar emulsifying (if i remember that word correctly, anyhow). there are so many oils from seeds and plants, there are oils from our pores. oil is life, and olives, and cooking.
» Posted By Ica On 01.07.2012 @ 3:49 pm
all i can think of right now with this word is the phrase “junk in trunk” which is both demeaning, hilarious, and perfect I guess to describe the reproductive and ridiculous organs that comprise the trunk of a girl. i’m glad i’m not a dude, always observing the moving trunks about the world. i think that would get rather boring, when the real treasured trunk is that of the mind and all that is above the belted trunk below.
» Posted By Ica On 01.03.2012 @ 6:44 pm
if i was in such a hurry that i couldn’t write this- i wouldn’t write this. but here i am in no hurry on a bed in pajamas and in a home that i knew as a child. one of the few places i probably feel the least hurry in life. east coast is all hurry anyway. hurry, neurotic people, and people who get things done. west coast is all about food, family, and non-hurrying relaxing.
» Posted By Ica On 12.23.2011 @ 11:10 am
loud and clapping or roaring. i can’t tell whether its a lion or lots of applause sometimes, its all distance and how afraid i am of the night. some nights its welcome, some nights a “dark and stormy night” is something i dread because i’m alone. sharing thunder is the best thing because everyone can shiver in harmony as the applause rains upon everyone below.
» Posted By Ica On 12.19.2011 @ 4:21 pm
there is a place and a body that is a sanctuary. there is peace and harmony there. but i suppose there are bad temples, forgotten temples, lonely temples. of course, i mustn’t forget the temple on my forehead, because it houses and begs worship of perhaps the most important temple of all, my brain and mind.
» Posted By Ica On 12.14.2011 @ 11:23 am
a colorful thing usually but can refer to things that are taste worthy. ugly, edible, frothy, bubbly, all suited to taste and suited to you. individual love of things, or hatred throughout the spectrum of a wooden plate ready to be dabbed with brushes. instruments for the spectrum of human creativity and interest. love of all things in little dabbles spurted from cans – or just refusal of leftover broccoli
» Posted By ica On 12.13.2011 @ 8:58 pm
The old lady stood on the top step of her rundown old porch and watched the grandchildren run through the knee high grass. The girls stayed around the patches of wildflowers, but the boys swept through the whole yard in attempts to find the lost baseball.
» Posted By Ica On 03.07.2011 @ 3:28 am
Once upon a time, I met a boy. His name was Andrew and he was shy. After some time of playing music together, We fell in love. Our first kiss was perfectly awkward.
» Posted By Ica On 08.09.2010 @ 2:55 pm
the balcony which i see the face i want to kiss a thousand times. but as it shifts in light, in shadow, distilling the true beauty of the angel before and disfiguring into the masking bleak uncertainty of not seeing. that balcony which i see now by day, is so much different. the paint chipping, unfortunate and unreal as the night before where i stood in the same spot to observe it.
» Posted By ica On 05.11.2009 @ 9:45 am
Congealing on my hands yet the opposite of bloody. to wash my hair, the infinitive, and the product of years of working in a laboratory. soaps in laboratory wiping away grime. but learning about it. specific scientific shampoos designed with kangaroos on the front simply because of their similarity to the oo’s of the former. what utter nonsense.
» Posted By Ica On 03.27.2009 @ 11:23 am
in many ways this page is a distraction from things i should be doing like sleeping or eating or living perhaps as the mind numbing power of this typing pad slows the discontent that oozes and keeps me away from the things i love the most like my family, the fall, outdoors, the ocean. distraction is like a disease which i hate, but need as a necessary to keep peddling the bicycle of life that is constantly circling
» Posted By Ica On 09.20.2009 @ 11:28 pm
i can]t think of nothing right know i just wanna go and be alone and far away of these things…far away of my famely
» Posted By ica On 07.09.2009 @ 12:41 pm
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the thing i used to play with. who am I kidding, still play with. Things, really, though this word isn’t plural I have had many in my time. they’re definitely amusing for the present day escapist. Though I still believe that children shouldn’t watch television, it is not a toy. if we were all zombies at that age, imagine what we would have turned into. Given, power rangers are always going to be awesome regardless of the fact that they are on televeision.
» Posted By Ica On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am