Cells are part of everybody, they’re the small space were living beings are separeted and the physical matter were the sould is dispersed. Cells should be considered the most important part on actual science and medicine, and even esoteric studies.
Cells are faboluos, they’re part of our body, of our communication networks. They’re the concept on which we separate organisms and systems into understable parts that allow easy study and create advanced knowledge about this system.
cells die without reason, and sometimes with reason, that exceed all expectations…
Now brain cells, a whole different perspective, there’s only two left, and that should tell you! lolololol im crazy…
Cells. Divide and multiply. Like the thoughts in our memory.
I want to multiply the cells of innocence and experience the multitude of childishness in adulthood.
What a wonder that would be.
Everything is made up of cells. Everything. It is unfathomable. We are all just a collection of cells. Living, breathing, cells. Feeling, thinking, hurting, loving. But when it comes down to it, we are all just a combination of cells.
And yet,
despite this,
the only cell I can think of
is the one that I lock myself in,
the one that keeps me stuck inside my skin.
Every cell in my body ached as I peeled myself off the bathroom floor. I felt the tile on my cold feet, the pain in my joints as I turned the doorknob to go out and face the world again. Brace yourself.
I suppose it’s sort of a miracle that we are all made of building blocks. And we function. So no matter how different we are, we function because of our building blocks and we all think using our “little gray cells”.
cells are small, kinda awesome, make your body function. kinda like the cat that was just in my face. it has cells. they help all beings thrive and survive, yeah. im pro life. kinda…..whatever. yeah cells. they rock. they keep me breathing and writing.
little tiny things found inside our bodies and the bodies of other living things, which float around and make us what we are. the essence of our being. without cells we would be nothing. the cell has a nucleus and I learned about the human cell in school but i don’t rmember much abou tit. i guess there are different types of cells.
The cells of life are the teeny almost unseeable things that make us up. When I learned about them, I didn’t really think about them actually being the complete composition of what I am. But in fact that is all i am, cells.
Her dead skin cells are all over the house. In her mattress, on the couch, everywhere. Scotty couldnt take the smell of her anymore. He ran out the door and down the street. His neighbors yelled as he pushed past them, but he didnt care. He had to get away. Away from her and the ceramic jar on the counter.
Well, cells are a simple word to define small things. That’s why organic molecular structures from the body are called cells. Also, there are examples like the cellphone.
Cells, padded walls, thinking jail, just jail prison maybe crazy people. Padded rooms and straight jackets, staring out of the windows longing for sunlight, feeling the darkness, falling into the blackness, darkness, i see the light but i don’t know its hand, love from the sun, i wish for love from the sun.
You know, I got to thinking after I watched the YouTube, “Denver Airport conspiracy” if indeed the so called underground storage units were some sort of holding cells to destroy cells. Human cells.
Life can be hard. There can be a feeling of being trapped. I know this because that’s how I feel right now. I just moved to the most amazing place and yet I have no work and am bound like an inmate with loans as shackles and a lack of money as my cell… At least i’ve got the beach here :)
the cells in this jail are so disgusting! there is shit and vomit everywhere and it smells awful!
what has the world come to when criminals are treated like this? we need to clean up these cells or let them all be free. even better… make them clean it and keep them here.
she jumped from pocket to pocket, feeling the cool air whip on her face as she leapt. be nimble, be light, land on one foot only, she heard, the voice of her master as he lectured. reach for the sky and swing yourself by the clouds. ride the wind. it thrummed like a mantra in her empty head. ride the wind. ride the wind. ride the wind.
the cells of my body realign for you – bursting and bubbling against my boiling skin, craving the feel of your fingertips against my flesh, waiting for the moment where bare stomachs clap together in rhythm, when i becomes you and you become me.
cells make up the life. brain cells. hair cells. body cells. plant cells. where would we be without cells? i dont know. who knows! cells cells cells. go cells.
Sitting alone in the dark cage, I felt trapped. I wouldn’t say this room was a cell, but it could have been. I only had a small space to myself, considering I shared the bed with four others. No blankets, no comfy cushion. Only a hard wooden bottom. I was uncomfortable. My family had been killed during selection. I was “lucky” to have been considered healthy. If you called this torture lucky.
Cells are what makes us up. I took Biology this year and I would get my notes out, but I’m only allowed 60 seconds, so I can’t really do that. Anton von Leeuwenhoek found them right? He looked at a piece of cork and named all the little thingys cells.
The beginning of life, can also be the ending of freedom. single cells are the start of human life and being put in jail will mean the end of your freedom and quite possibly the end of your life as you know it.
I often wonder what this world would be like if we did not punish man and put them in cells. Would the wicked ones destroy us all? Or would they somehow reach the point of a healthy mind again?
dripping cells… dank fetid full of rank biology on a horrific scale. designed to dishearten, now I look down and a rat darts into a corner of jet tar. The bell tolls for the living dead. Filth in a bucket, gruel in a bowl, water in a wooden beaker. solitary in the last hours. the priest had no luck. now i go.
The atoms make up the cells that make up our blood that makes up our hearts that forms our pulses that beat together as one. One tiny speck of a world, in one huge speck of a universe. And yet all we all are is cells.
i think cells are very cool they make up our whole boby. heck, they make up everything! i love cells. i had to learn about them in science and it was reallyu boring but i learned it! so hey its pretty fun.but it was pretty boring and we were on the subject for a really long timee…my science teacher is very boring too so yeah..
We have cells in our bodies, but then one also thinks of cell phones. i suppose you’d really think of the second first, in our techy culture. cell phones are so important. in fact, i’m wondering what’s on my cell right now. Probably nothing. That’s not true; probably my mother has texted me at least twice. She’s in Canada for the rest of the summer, so she texts constantly. Sometimes it’s frustrating because we’re always busy. Texts are just too easy.
She could feel the shiver run through her body and chill every cell she posed as she looked at the supposed stranger and saw her own face starring back at her.
Are in your body. Cells make up who you are yet cells are also in jail and keep you from who you can be. Cells keep the good ones safe in both meanings.
cells. cells in biolgy. cells in a prison. cells. sells. sex sells. sex sells and your sex cells make all the lost boys drool. cells. cell block tango. chicago. roxie. funny honey. we both reached for the gun. cellular. cell phone. i’m addicted to my phone.
Cytology, the study of cells, is a really interesting thing. Cells make up life, we all know that, and that’s what’s so captivating about them. Quarky little guys, they’re like tiny little people making up actual people. I won’t lie, i really love the idea of toying around with cells one day as my payed profession.
She felt as if all of the cells in her body were reacting at once. She flinched as the sword slithered past her ear and ducked, running on pure adrenaline. Duck, lunge, parry, she continued to fight, her sword flying like a bird.
Cells are part of everybody, they’re the small space were living beings are separeted and the physical matter were the sould is dispersed. Cells should be considered the most important part on actual science and medicine, and even esoteric studies.
Cells are faboluos, they’re part of our body, of our communication networks. They’re the concept on which we separate organisms and systems into understable parts that allow easy study and create advanced knowledge about this system.
Body multiy animals plants complex helpful needed life white red heal harmful blood many fat breath batteries energy shock plug electricity light fuel
cells die without reason, and sometimes with reason, that exceed all expectations…
Now brain cells, a whole different perspective, there’s only two left, and that should tell you! lolololol im crazy…
Cells. Divide and multiply. Like the thoughts in our memory.
I want to multiply the cells of innocence and experience the multitude of childishness in adulthood.
What a wonder that would be.
Each cell is behind a thick wooden door, brass numbers in elegant serif type bolted to the front at about head height.
Everything is made up of cells. Everything. It is unfathomable. We are all just a collection of cells. Living, breathing, cells. Feeling, thinking, hurting, loving. But when it comes down to it, we are all just a combination of cells.
And yet,
despite this,
the only cell I can think of
is the one that I lock myself in,
the one that keeps me stuck inside my skin.
Every cell in my body ached as I peeled myself off the bathroom floor. I felt the tile on my cold feet, the pain in my joints as I turned the doorknob to go out and face the world again. Brace yourself.
I suppose it’s sort of a miracle that we are all made of building blocks. And we function. So no matter how different we are, we function because of our building blocks and we all think using our “little gray cells”.
make up tissues. nucleus, ribosomes, mitocholdria, flagella,f
cells are small, kinda awesome, make your body function. kinda like the cat that was just in my face. it has cells. they help all beings thrive and survive, yeah. im pro life. kinda…..whatever. yeah cells. they rock. they keep me breathing and writing.
little tiny things found inside our bodies and the bodies of other living things, which float around and make us what we are. the essence of our being. without cells we would be nothing. the cell has a nucleus and I learned about the human cell in school but i don’t rmember much abou tit. i guess there are different types of cells.
The cells of life are the teeny almost unseeable things that make us up. When I learned about them, I didn’t really think about them actually being the complete composition of what I am. But in fact that is all i am, cells.
Her dead skin cells are all over the house. In her mattress, on the couch, everywhere. Scotty couldnt take the smell of her anymore. He ran out the door and down the street. His neighbors yelled as he pushed past them, but he didnt care. He had to get away. Away from her and the ceramic jar on the counter.
Well, cells are a simple word to define small things. That’s why organic molecular structures from the body are called cells. Also, there are examples like the cellphone.
Cells, padded walls, thinking jail, just jail prison maybe crazy people. Padded rooms and straight jackets, staring out of the windows longing for sunlight, feeling the darkness, falling into the blackness, darkness, i see the light but i don’t know its hand, love from the sun, i wish for love from the sun.
You know, I got to thinking after I watched the YouTube, “Denver Airport conspiracy” if indeed the so called underground storage units were some sort of holding cells to destroy cells. Human cells.
I don’t know…check it out
Life can be hard. There can be a feeling of being trapped. I know this because that’s how I feel right now. I just moved to the most amazing place and yet I have no work and am bound like an inmate with loans as shackles and a lack of money as my cell… At least i’ve got the beach here :)
the cells in this jail are so disgusting! there is shit and vomit everywhere and it smells awful!
what has the world come to when criminals are treated like this? we need to clean up these cells or let them all be free. even better… make them clean it and keep them here.
cells are what we are.
cells are where we lock bad people up.
cells make photography lights different colors.
cells are what we are made up of.
she jumped from pocket to pocket, feeling the cool air whip on her face as she leapt. be nimble, be light, land on one foot only, she heard, the voice of her master as he lectured. reach for the sky and swing yourself by the clouds. ride the wind. it thrummed like a mantra in her empty head. ride the wind. ride the wind. ride the wind.
the cells of my body realign for you – bursting and bubbling against my boiling skin, craving the feel of your fingertips against my flesh, waiting for the moment where bare stomachs clap together in rhythm, when i becomes you and you become me.
cells make up the life. brain cells. hair cells. body cells. plant cells. where would we be without cells? i dont know. who knows! cells cells cells. go cells.
Sitting alone in the dark cage, I felt trapped. I wouldn’t say this room was a cell, but it could have been. I only had a small space to myself, considering I shared the bed with four others. No blankets, no comfy cushion. Only a hard wooden bottom. I was uncomfortable. My family had been killed during selection. I was “lucky” to have been considered healthy. If you called this torture lucky.
How many cells do you THINK i’ve been in.? I’m a freakin criminal for gosh sakes.! and don’t forget it.
(:
Cells are what makes us up. I took Biology this year and I would get my notes out, but I’m only allowed 60 seconds, so I can’t really do that. Anton von Leeuwenhoek found them right? He looked at a piece of cork and named all the little thingys cells.
The beginning of life, can also be the ending of freedom. single cells are the start of human life and being put in jail will mean the end of your freedom and quite possibly the end of your life as you know it.
I often wonder what this world would be like if we did not punish man and put them in cells. Would the wicked ones destroy us all? Or would they somehow reach the point of a healthy mind again?
dripping cells… dank fetid full of rank biology on a horrific scale. designed to dishearten, now I look down and a rat darts into a corner of jet tar. The bell tolls for the living dead. Filth in a bucket, gruel in a bowl, water in a wooden beaker. solitary in the last hours. the priest had no luck. now i go.
The atoms make up the cells that make up our blood that makes up our hearts that forms our pulses that beat together as one. One tiny speck of a world, in one huge speck of a universe. And yet all we all are is cells.
i think cells are very cool they make up our whole boby. heck, they make up everything! i love cells. i had to learn about them in science and it was reallyu boring but i learned it! so hey its pretty fun.but it was pretty boring and we were on the subject for a really long timee…my science teacher is very boring too so yeah..
multiply
Tiny, invisible structures. Beauty in their infinite complexity. Fascinating that the most important things are so small.
We have cells in our bodies, but then one also thinks of cell phones. i suppose you’d really think of the second first, in our techy culture. cell phones are so important. in fact, i’m wondering what’s on my cell right now. Probably nothing. That’s not true; probably my mother has texted me at least twice. She’s in Canada for the rest of the summer, so she texts constantly. Sometimes it’s frustrating because we’re always busy. Texts are just too easy.
She could feel the shiver run through her body and chill every cell she posed as she looked at the supposed stranger and saw her own face starring back at her.
Are in your body. Cells make up who you are yet cells are also in jail and keep you from who you can be. Cells keep the good ones safe in both meanings.
cells. they multiply. they grow. they transform. they die. they are life. they are cells.
cells.
cells. cells in biolgy. cells in a prison. cells. sells. sex sells. sex sells and your sex cells make all the lost boys drool. cells. cell block tango. chicago. roxie. funny honey. we both reached for the gun. cellular. cell phone. i’m addicted to my phone.
Cytology, the study of cells, is a really interesting thing. Cells make up life, we all know that, and that’s what’s so captivating about them. Quarky little guys, they’re like tiny little people making up actual people. I won’t lie, i really love the idea of toying around with cells one day as my payed profession.
She felt as if all of the cells in her body were reacting at once. She flinched as the sword slithered past her ear and ducked, running on pure adrenaline. Duck, lunge, parry, she continued to fight, her sword flying like a bird.