Created on: September 14, 2008, 09:01pm Description:
Welcome!
Contrary to popular belief, this cult has nothing to do with iPods or any Apple product, but feel free to talk about them if you wish! iCult is about one thing -- its members! We are all about you. This is your place to chill out, make friends and have plenty of laughs along the way. We remove all the silly standards and expectations that other cults seem to place upon you when you join. You are befriended here no matter who you are. Member involvement is what makes this cult great, and there's always something to do.
So join us, would you? You don't even have to post an intro if you don't want to. Just jump in. We'd love to have you here!
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Photo Winners.
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Featured Member.
Cori is such an enthusiastic individual. He appreciates the cult so very much and everyone in it. He's our little ray of sunshine and we're glad he's here. =D
Winner: Elliexer On the morning of a balmy Saturday morning last July, just over a week before my 17th birthday, I woke up to the rich scent of fresh coffee, two large cups of which I slurped before even imagining doing anything else, as is often the case. I picked up a new brilliantly vivid pink towel I had bought the day before and headed to the bathroom for a not-so-quick shower. After slipping a dress and pair of sandals on, I ventured into the garden, iPod in hand, and ear, and sat on the bake-hot patio. Scrolling through a list of songs feeling unimpressed with each one that flickered before my eyes, I eventually landed on a Sia song called Butterflies, and hit play, the opening notes seemingly satisfying me. My mother was at the bottom of the garden, planting something as usual, this time it was radishes which I've never liked much anyway. She told me something about the soil which obviously didn't register, and I told her my somewhat vague plan for my birthday, which didn't register with her either I don't think. Back she went to her pots and seed packets, as I opened my mouth to sing, but something distracted me, and only when I realised what I had glimpsed upon after a few fleeting seconds was I left with the sort of dumbfounded expression you'd imagine on the face of someone who had never seen this creature before. Two crisp-winged butterflies, the colour of clotted cream skittered through the air, becoming one blurred cluster of rapid movement and pale yellow silk every now and then, then separating and flying apart again. I think they were mating although I can't be sure. But the sheer strangeness of these two marvelous creatures venturing around my garden, especially when this particular song was playing, coincidence you might say. Coincidence or not, it was an undeniably ultimate moment of beauty, and it reminded me and continues to remind me of how nature is the most astonishing sight to behold.
Sea of Tea by CellophaneKey I brewed some tea today becuase I was fatigued.
I dumped some tea on the floor today because when I read a book, I was intrigued.
I brewed some tea toaday because I was euphoric.
I dumped some tea today because I gave up being romantic.
I brewed some tea because I was sad.
I dumped tea because I was mad.
I brew tea from many feelings and I dump tea for iffy feelings.
I will now make Rand McNally redraw the map because here comes The Sea Of Tea.
Best Song Lyrics
by Take_this_to_Heart3 Under the pale moon I reside A faint breeze pushes my hair aside The smell of you is in the air As I breathe in all I fear
I feel you here under this starlit sky Where we unwillingly said our last goodbye The moon now shining so boldly bright A light that reminds me of you tonight
(Bridge) The trees startle as if you were there But shadows are all I have to hold near A shooting star appears in the sky The vanishes as I start to cry
(Chorus) That star that once commanded the sky Was tossed down from heaven in the blink of an eye A star that was seen by so many lives Was a star that death had to buy x2
When that purchase of fate had gone through That bright star vanished, and so did you Into the black of a lonely night Leaving me behind with a battle to fight
A battle that is impossible to win When you only have half a heart with which to fend Every night I look at those stars And wonder how far you actually are
Parenting by Elliexer "She'd often ask me when it was going to happen, it was harder every time to shrug the inquisitions off, only wanting to scream that I didn't know at all. Now she believes she'll be at the District some day, cleaning wounds, bearing good news to relatives preparing for a bowing and nodding of heads, faux-acceptance. She doesn't have a clue about anything, it's all bed baths and soiled sheets really. Probably only doing it for the drugs. Another bulb blown today, more towels on the bedroom floor, what the fuck is wrong with that girl. She doesn't like my cooking anymore apparently, not like it used to be she says. Fuck her."
