I lifted my arm and it blocked the sun, this was the only relief it offered me… The stretch along my side, was almost unbearable, but I could feel all the stress leaving my body this gesture this flex, was all that was keeping me sane, and then I transitioned into downwards dog, and re started the cleansing process…
When i flex my arms i feel the sensation of strength running through my veins. I am a strong young woman and i have the desire to one day change the world. When the word flex comes to mind i imagine myself standing on top of the government with plenty ideas floating through a flexed arm. I am going to make a change and i dont care how long it will take.
I flexed my fingers gently, looking for a bruise after I punched the concrete. I felt better, but I couldn’t help but realize how disappointed you would be if you knew.
She moved her hand. Feeling the new strength flow through it, she was so happy to be able to flex that hand again. how had she lost it? She doesn’t even remember any more that is no longer important. Thanks to the doctors that had helped her, but now she was on her own. Where to go, what to do, with this new hand of her’s? She would have to figure it out later.
La flexibilidad es una posiblidad para concer y quitarse esos tapujos de la mente, reaccionar, aprender y equivocarse con gracia, en estos momentos lo mejor e4s escuchar y sentirse halagado con sus propias palabras.
Así que desenpolven las telarañas mentales y aventurense a la libertad y al sentimiento mutuo que solo hay pocos dias para difrutarlo amigos.
flex is what my dad would do during the gym. He would flex as if he were a body builder. He really doesn’t go anymore. But i kinda wish he would. Its made him younger looking and more energetic. But its made me go to the gym aswell.
reflex, some people just need to defend themselves. should ask for respect. respect is long gone. People now turned into betrayers. Everyone interferes in everyone else’s business, with absolutely no respect for privacy.
My muscles. I flex my muscles at the start of every race and I think, this is it. This is why I’m here. So I can achieve and progress and move to the limits of what I have been gifted with. Men line up, rows and rows of them. I stand forefront. And I flex.
I needed a flexible schedule if I was to keep up this farce. No one could ever know I was the one saving all these people. Vigilantes and do gooders were looked down upon. What with the decimation of justice, everyone had resulted in a Locke mentality.
Sitting at the gym. I don;t know how long I’ve been on this treadmill. Watching that guy over there lift weights and flex has really got me distracted. Maybe I should make a video of that built into all workout equipment.
He flexes his arm; it reopens the cut.
Zack.
Zack’s fault.
No.
His own fault.
A thin line of blood forms, begins to drip along the curve of his arm, slow, in toward the elbow.
Zack.
I love it when you flex like that.
Slow, fast up, down, bring it back.
The bass booms through my toes and dances through my feet.
Feeling Dizzee, intoxicated from the sound of old-school grime.
The Rascal’s have come out to play.
Better reload that track.
i try to flex my muscles-
still sore.
sore from the weakness of sorrow,
sore from the weakness of exhaustion-
sore from the absolute
emptiness
of finally giving up.
because today,
death departed with my father’s soul
and it has left me weak.
There was a man with a flex. He was very violent and liked to kill people for money. He loved his wife and his children, but when someone called on him to murder with the flex, he did not hesitate.
Flex was cold, he didn’t know why, but he couldn’t emote, he had never been able to. Flex was sad. He wanted to be normal to be real. He wanted to live. Flex was inflexible.
I flexed my back in the early morning with a sigh of relief and I thought… Today is a new day. What a privilege? “Hello, Day,” I thought to myself. I felt every muscle in my body flex itself as I walked towards the door, to begin the day with breakfast.
I lifted my arm and it blocked the sun, this was the only relief it offered me… The stretch along my side, was almost unbearable, but I could feel all the stress leaving my body this gesture this flex, was all that was keeping me sane, and then I transitioned into downwards dog, and re started the cleansing process…
When i flex my arms i feel the sensation of strength running through my veins. I am a strong young woman and i have the desire to one day change the world. When the word flex comes to mind i imagine myself standing on top of the government with plenty ideas floating through a flexed arm. I am going to make a change and i dont care how long it will take.
I flexed my fingers gently, looking for a bruise after I punched the concrete. I felt better, but I couldn’t help but realize how disappointed you would be if you knew.
She moved her hand. Feeling the new strength flow through it, she was so happy to be able to flex that hand again. how had she lost it? She doesn’t even remember any more that is no longer important. Thanks to the doctors that had helped her, but now she was on her own. Where to go, what to do, with this new hand of her’s? She would have to figure it out later.
La flexibilidad es una posiblidad para concer y quitarse esos tapujos de la mente, reaccionar, aprender y equivocarse con gracia, en estos momentos lo mejor e4s escuchar y sentirse halagado con sus propias palabras.
Así que desenpolven las telarañas mentales y aventurense a la libertad y al sentimiento mutuo que solo hay pocos dias para difrutarlo amigos.
El amor tiene que ir tomada de una flexibilidad
flex is what my dad would do during the gym. He would flex as if he were a body builder. He really doesn’t go anymore. But i kinda wish he would. Its made him younger looking and more energetic. But its made me go to the gym aswell.
reflex, some people just need to defend themselves. should ask for respect. respect is long gone. People now turned into betrayers. Everyone interferes in everyone else’s business, with absolutely no respect for privacy.
Flexible
dependable
stretch
unclosed
open
monotonous
rare
imperfect
reluctant
reluctance
flex the hurt and don’t be flexible all the way. sometimes it can hurtful for you !
My muscles. I flex my muscles at the start of every race and I think, this is it. This is why I’m here. So I can achieve and progress and move to the limits of what I have been gifted with. Men line up, rows and rows of them. I stand forefront. And I flex.
I needed a flexible schedule if I was to keep up this farce. No one could ever know I was the one saving all these people. Vigilantes and do gooders were looked down upon. What with the decimation of justice, everyone had resulted in a Locke mentality.
Sitting at the gym. I don;t know how long I’ve been on this treadmill. Watching that guy over there lift weights and flex has really got me distracted. Maybe I should make a video of that built into all workout equipment.
He flexes his arm; it reopens the cut.
Zack.
Zack’s fault.
No.
His own fault.
A thin line of blood forms, begins to drip along the curve of his arm, slow, in toward the elbow.
Zack.
I love it when you flex like that.
Slow, fast up, down, bring it back.
The bass booms through my toes and dances through my feet.
Feeling Dizzee, intoxicated from the sound of old-school grime.
The Rascal’s have come out to play.
Better reload that track.
Her taut stomach muscles flex. A sheen of sweat covers her body, making it look like she is illuminated by a glow within. She is ready. She will win.
i try to flex my muscles-
still sore.
sore from the weakness of sorrow,
sore from the weakness of exhaustion-
sore from the absolute
emptiness
of finally giving up.
because today,
death departed with my father’s soul
and it has left me weak.
There was a man with a flex. He was very violent and liked to kill people for money. He loved his wife and his children, but when someone called on him to murder with the flex, he did not hesitate.
Flex was cold, he didn’t know why, but he couldn’t emote, he had never been able to. Flex was sad. He wanted to be normal to be real. He wanted to live. Flex was inflexible.
I flexed my back in the early morning with a sigh of relief and I thought… Today is a new day. What a privilege? “Hello, Day,” I thought to myself. I felt every muscle in my body flex itself as I walked towards the door, to begin the day with breakfast.