The changes were unexpected, but she kind of liked them. Maybe it wasn’t so bad, this superhero business. At least it wasn’t as skimpy as she’d feared it might be, and the violet color was nice. She wouldn’t mind wearing this outfit as much as she thought she would.
Thaddeus’ gift was amazing. I couldn’t believe the detail on the robe. IT was breathtakingly intricate and beyond anything I had imagined. It was fit for a Master Mage, not a lowly apprentice such as I.
alterations change stream of conciousness
im so lost right about now
im going to college so everything will be so differenet
i dont even know how to do this
alterations is a real big word
all thats on my mind right now is apath and how i really dont want to do it
what is stream of conciousness
fun to be with, genuine, loyal, makes me happy, cute, different, adventurous, loving, exciting, fun, caring, real, honest, straight forward, smart, responsible, mature,
Alternate your way of thinking. Your current way isn’t helping you at all, it’s making you worse. What you’re feeling right now is temporary. Darkness and all that. So heads up, sweetheart. It will get better. I believe in you.
the last time I got somethings altered it was still too big for me. Damn waste of time I say oh well now I just buy cheap and cheeful so no problem buy em wear em.
Things always change. It doesn’t matter how tightly you cling to stability, something is always going to come and kick your butt or kick you and thrust you into a new love you never knew existed. Really, it’s beautiful, and although I can see why we are afraid, I think it needs to be embraced more.
I chopped off a little piece at first, then more, then more. My hair fell in flat coils on the floor. An ant, scurrying by to God-knows-where, wisely avoided it. My locks, limp and once-long, are plastered flat with sweat against my forehead. I feel lighter. Ifeel free.
I’m cleaning my keyboard. khjkgghfsttuiyuoiihihghgxsea3w3wrf. Done. That’s almost it. One more thing though—I’m Asian and my name is Ping. How about it?
As I made the alterations to the shape of my tutu, I wondered…was this actually going to look better on me than it did on my husband? Just saying, he’s got the long, shapely legs – I have all the thighs ever created and it’s not the best look, unless you like muscley, large thighs on your women, then I’m perfect.
Kenji sat motionless, staring at the floor, not daring to meet his boss’ stare, even though he could feel it cutting into him.
Eventually Miura took a sip of his tea, and grunted his disapproval. “There will have to be some alterations, but we will go ahead with the plan. But Kenji, be assured; If you screw anything up from now on, I won’t be able to protect you!”
Something altered his perception of her right then, it was as if her physical had been broken, rearranged and put back together as it never had before.
He paced about the dimly lit room, his lab coat swinging at his side so you could barely see the scuff marks that painted it. Of all the decisions he was called to make, this one was the most troubling… a simple alteration to the wrong component could threaten the balance of existence as he knew it.
My body parts are alterations of your desires. I sometimes think that I can’t fit in your tiny square…well too bad because you can’t fit in my big world. Touch me again and find me on the moon.
He didn’t know if he should continue. His life wasn’t particularly great, nor was it particularly horrible; but he wasn’t satisfied either. What was wrong? He didn’t know. But he wanted to do something about it.
“I made some alterations to the suit,” the tailor said quietly before handing the gentleman the loaded hanger. “Some tucking in, some stitching. It should fit much better now.”
The gentleman smiled, cleared his throat, and handed the suit to his daughter, who was beaming.
“Thanks,” he told the tailor. “We’re both really looking forward the wedding, obviously. Now she’s going to look like one fantastic bride.”
Alterations, huh? interesting. Well, speaking of those, my life has undergone quite a few alterations in the past few months. I have fallen in love, a feeling that was foreign to me until i met her. to be honest, im not entirely sure what i think of love. Its strong, perhaps too strong. At times it seems to be the greatest thing ive ever felt. It makes me laugh like a child and giggle like a little school girl. On the other hand, It can pull at my gut and pound my chest like a drum. to be so intertwind with another is terrifying.
Changing, changing, always changing
Take a bit off here, a tuck off there, hem the line, chop the top
Never contented, but always customized.
Dare to be different, and that’s okay.
I would very much like to order some alterations on this world. Who should I see about that? I would like to change the way people shoot a plane out of the sky, the way we make weapons so that we can obliterate each other, the way that some barbarians think it is their right to steal children, or marry children or rape children. Who the hell is in charge?
Well this here is the same word as i had yesterday
an alteration that i had was that yesterday my mind was altered for not having slept and it being late in the night
now my mind is different and altered
there are also alterations of my life and the environment around me
i lhope to alter it to not apath but full of diversity
There is a beauty, one that no alterations can alter, one that no force of destruction can desecrate. Dear reader, do you see beauty in a dying flower? I hope you can.
There are periods in our life. Called alterations. They simply shift our habits, our opinions, our feelings about something. They can be rocky, or smooth. But never easy.
the coat did not fit snug,
as the alterations were needed to be made,
snug like the retreat in which I envisioned my mug,
customized with a portrait of my lovable dear,
far from the welts that I put in my life, to degrade,
tailoring the days notice to the embrace of life,
comes with apples, stems, leaves, branches,
Trees! Trees! they supply the most of human continuation!
The bachata music blasted with the turn of her finger.what seemed bland to him really was what he yearned, after falls and rises, with other women he constantly made alterations. He flashed to when he feigned an acute and spiced interest in salsa music, “Oh wow, this song is excellente”, he shouted with enticement. “Ye. Its my favorite song” she danced along with their conversation. The bachata music brought him back, to his contemporary reality, smacking him in the face. “Are you even listening to me”, she scolded. “Yeah you said that you need to get groceries before tommorw because I have to get to work early on”, he heeded. Again, he shifted her focus on the goodwill he would shed. He opened his pupils with wide aptitude and optimism, listening to her every word, from the thrum of her tone, to the alterations of her face. They raised from their conversations with synchronized smiles, the empty Mcdonalds table, became now emptier as they headed for the door. McDonalds was a standstill meal, providing the same tasty fries and hot and spicy mchicken sandwhich whenever he pended for a junky meal–unlike his life, McDonalds did not require alterations for its quality of taste–though his life did. He opened the door for her, as she sashayed with him, her beatific hips followed his changed outlook. He rang the ignition to start, smirking to himself, oddly. Yet, he felt nothing close to odd; he took a never-before-seen route home that evening.
if i could alter time, the alterations i would make would affect the world. teenagers would be happy, it’d be socially acceptable to be any sexuality and children wouldn’t be starving, oh the alterations I’d make…
Changing things change all the time not knowing there changing or knowing they are changing its strange people try to change sometimes. for the better or worse. People get suprised when things change.
The changes were unexpected, but she kind of liked them. Maybe it wasn’t so bad, this superhero business. At least it wasn’t as skimpy as she’d feared it might be, and the violet color was nice. She wouldn’t mind wearing this outfit as much as she thought she would.
By Weiryn URL on 07.16.2014
Thaddeus’ gift was amazing. I couldn’t believe the detail on the robe. IT was breathtakingly intricate and beyond anything I had imagined. It was fit for a Master Mage, not a lowly apprentice such as I.
By Weiryn URL on 07.16.2014
clothes not fitting. things need to be changed. to long and to short. you need to change your mind. something isn’t correct.
By samantha on 07.16.2014
As many changes a person ca go through, can shape their life in an unexpected way Changes can be sometimes beneficial, sometimes destructive
By Rocsana on 07.17.2014
alterations change stream of conciousness
im so lost right about now
im going to college so everything will be so differenet
i dont even know how to do this
alterations is a real big word
all thats on my mind right now is apath and how i really dont want to do it
what is stream of conciousness
By Jake URL on 07.17.2014
They said the procedure would be simple. Just a few alterations here and there; nothing major. They lied.
By Analisa URL on 07.17.2014
I loved that dress, I said. It’s a pity I have to have it taken in.
What do you mean, she asked.
Oh nothing, I said. I had a rib taken out. It was the only thing that would let my heart beat to its content.
By louchelush URL on 07.17.2014
fun to be with, genuine, loyal, makes me happy, cute, different, adventurous, loving, exciting, fun, caring, real, honest, straight forward, smart, responsible, mature,
By Mae on 07.17.2014
Sanders looked at his master drearily, pins set between his lips as he tugged at the curtains.
“No, longer. They have to brush the floor.”
By Dailenna URL on 07.17.2014
Alternate your way of thinking. Your current way isn’t helping you at all, it’s making you worse. What you’re feeling right now is temporary. Darkness and all that. So heads up, sweetheart. It will get better. I believe in you.
By Jenny Pepper on 07.17.2014
the last time I got somethings altered it was still too big for me. Damn waste of time I say oh well now I just buy cheap and cheeful so no problem buy em wear em.
By Kathy Baker on 07.17.2014
She was late getting to the shop, she hoped the alterations to her wedding dress wouldnt take long, it was caterers next.
By dorian on 07.17.2014
Things always change. It doesn’t matter how tightly you cling to stability, something is always going to come and kick your butt or kick you and thrust you into a new love you never knew existed. Really, it’s beautiful, and although I can see why we are afraid, I think it needs to be embraced more.
By Anna URL on 07.17.2014
I chopped off a little piece at first, then more, then more. My hair fell in flat coils on the floor. An ant, scurrying by to God-knows-where, wisely avoided it. My locks, limp and once-long, are plastered flat with sweat against my forehead. I feel lighter. Ifeel free.
By k8 URL on 07.17.2014
I’m cleaning my keyboard. khjkgghfsttuiyuoiihihghgxsea3w3wrf. Done. That’s almost it. One more thing though—I’m Asian and my name is Ping. How about it?
By Jim Ranger on 07.17.2014
“But Dadddddd,” I whined, drawing out the word as long as I could.
“Yes?” He was unfazed, dangling a few sharp pins from the corner of his mouth.
By jupiter URL on 07.17.2014
Alterations alternated amongst themselves forming foreign words having fun filled scrabble squabble on rainy reveries
By Madhumati on 07.17.2014
He stood there, waiting with his fists at his sides. He sucks at altrications. Actually, he absolutly hates them. He didn’t want to do this.
By Lauren on 07.17.2014
As I made the alterations to the shape of my tutu, I wondered…was this actually going to look better on me than it did on my husband? Just saying, he’s got the long, shapely legs – I have all the thighs ever created and it’s not the best look, unless you like muscley, large thighs on your women, then I’m perfect.
By Deedee URL on 07.17.2014
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By wyu on 07.17.2014
Kenji sat motionless, staring at the floor, not daring to meet his boss’ stare, even though he could feel it cutting into him.
Eventually Miura took a sip of his tea, and grunted his disapproval. “There will have to be some alterations, but we will go ahead with the plan. But Kenji, be assured; If you screw anything up from now on, I won’t be able to protect you!”
By tonykeyesjapan URL on 07.17.2014
playing by the book, with alterations.
same old story, with a different perspective.
more mature eyes, with more determined motivations.
my own potential leading the altercation.
transformation
being the test of time and will.
where, i dare indeterminism answer, shall it find me?
By unbornsymphony URL on 07.17.2014
Something altered his perception of her right then, it was as if her physical had been broken, rearranged and put back together as it never had before.
By Robert Paulson URL on 07.17.2014
He paced about the dimly lit room, his lab coat swinging at his side so you could barely see the scuff marks that painted it. Of all the decisions he was called to make, this one was the most troubling… a simple alteration to the wrong component could threaten the balance of existence as he knew it.
By asavas URL on 07.17.2014
My body parts are alterations of your desires. I sometimes think that I can’t fit in your tiny square…well too bad because you can’t fit in my big world. Touch me again and find me on the moon.
By Souvlaki on 07.17.2014
He didn’t know if he should continue. His life wasn’t particularly great, nor was it particularly horrible; but he wasn’t satisfied either. What was wrong? He didn’t know. But he wanted to do something about it.
By madehleine URL on 07.17.2014
Alles verändert sich,
du bist glücklich,
würdest am liebsten die Zeit anhalten,
doch sie dreht unaufhörlich weiter.
Alles verändert sich,
du bist unglücklich,
wünschtest alles würde vergehen,
doch sie dreht sich unaufhörlich weiter.
Alles verändert sich,
lass dich einfach mit ihr treiben.
Stillstand wird es niemals geben,
alles wird sich ändern.
By Anuri URL on 07.17.2014
“I made some alterations to the suit,” the tailor said quietly before handing the gentleman the loaded hanger. “Some tucking in, some stitching. It should fit much better now.”
The gentleman smiled, cleared his throat, and handed the suit to his daughter, who was beaming.
“Thanks,” he told the tailor. “We’re both really looking forward the wedding, obviously. Now she’s going to look like one fantastic bride.”
By Belinda Roddie URL on 07.17.2014
I thought it would be easy, that I could change. I wasn’t prepared for the effort it would take to alter myself; to stitch the fabric of my soul.
By Spottedfrost10 URL on 07.17.2014
It was funny, the way people wanted things to change. From wedding dresses to dog collars, nothing ever seems to be perfect.
By cat on 07.17.2014
Alterations, huh? interesting. Well, speaking of those, my life has undergone quite a few alterations in the past few months. I have fallen in love, a feeling that was foreign to me until i met her. to be honest, im not entirely sure what i think of love. Its strong, perhaps too strong. At times it seems to be the greatest thing ive ever felt. It makes me laugh like a child and giggle like a little school girl. On the other hand, It can pull at my gut and pound my chest like a drum. to be so intertwind with another is terrifying.
By Barry on 07.17.2014
Changing, changing, always changing
Take a bit off here, a tuck off there, hem the line, chop the top
Never contented, but always customized.
Dare to be different, and that’s okay.
By Vera on 07.17.2014
I would very much like to order some alterations on this world. Who should I see about that? I would like to change the way people shoot a plane out of the sky, the way we make weapons so that we can obliterate each other, the way that some barbarians think it is their right to steal children, or marry children or rape children. Who the hell is in charge?
By bb333 URL on 07.17.2014
Well this here is the same word as i had yesterday
an alteration that i had was that yesterday my mind was altered for not having slept and it being late in the night
now my mind is different and altered
there are also alterations of my life and the environment around me
i lhope to alter it to not apath but full of diversity
By Jake URL on 07.17.2014
There is a beauty, one that no alterations can alter, one that no force of destruction can desecrate. Dear reader, do you see beauty in a dying flower? I hope you can.
By Sappho on 07.17.2014
There are periods in our life. Called alterations. They simply shift our habits, our opinions, our feelings about something. They can be rocky, or smooth. But never easy.
By Alice Walker on 07.17.2014
the coat did not fit snug,
as the alterations were needed to be made,
snug like the retreat in which I envisioned my mug,
customized with a portrait of my lovable dear,
far from the welts that I put in my life, to degrade,
tailoring the days notice to the embrace of life,
comes with apples, stems, leaves, branches,
Trees! Trees! they supply the most of human continuation!
By Milad URL on 07.17.2014
The bachata music blasted with the turn of her finger.what seemed bland to him really was what he yearned, after falls and rises, with other women he constantly made alterations. He flashed to when he feigned an acute and spiced interest in salsa music, “Oh wow, this song is excellente”, he shouted with enticement. “Ye. Its my favorite song” she danced along with their conversation. The bachata music brought him back, to his contemporary reality, smacking him in the face. “Are you even listening to me”, she scolded. “Yeah you said that you need to get groceries before tommorw because I have to get to work early on”, he heeded. Again, he shifted her focus on the goodwill he would shed. He opened his pupils with wide aptitude and optimism, listening to her every word, from the thrum of her tone, to the alterations of her face. They raised from their conversations with synchronized smiles, the empty Mcdonalds table, became now emptier as they headed for the door. McDonalds was a standstill meal, providing the same tasty fries and hot and spicy mchicken sandwhich whenever he pended for a junky meal–unlike his life, McDonalds did not require alterations for its quality of taste–though his life did. He opened the door for her, as she sashayed with him, her beatific hips followed his changed outlook. He rang the ignition to start, smirking to himself, oddly. Yet, he felt nothing close to odd; he took a never-before-seen route home that evening.
By Milad URL on 07.17.2014
if i could alter time, the alterations i would make would affect the world. teenagers would be happy, it’d be socially acceptable to be any sexuality and children wouldn’t be starving, oh the alterations I’d make…
By Alice Walker URL on 07.17.2014
Changing things change all the time not knowing there changing or knowing they are changing its strange people try to change sometimes. for the better or worse. People get suprised when things change.
By Izza on 07.17.2014