the apples spill out, down, a cascade of red onto the floor. i pick them up one by one, feeling for bruises. someone rushes to help me, a worker, i don’t stop to notice who it is. am i embarrassed, maybe?
I love shopping for fresh produce at the hypermarket. But i think the real attraction is the coffee shop upstairs at the food court! My trip there is incomplete without that.
I went to the market today. You always loved the market, didn’t you. I never thought I’d be able to go again, but something this morning made me – pushed me to get my ass out of bed and move. I’d like to think it was you.
The market was bustling, as it always was on a Saturday morning. It was when she was putting the tomato in her bag that she heard it. The crash. Her eyes widened and she turned back.
i think about old fairy tales or stories where the heroine or hero goes to the market and finds the witch who gives them the magic potion to save the day but it has a catch and it all ends up going right in an unexpected way
I think of going to the grocery store in Minnesota when I was a little kid. The name of the market was Piggly Wiggly. I think that’s right–If memory serves me. I used to get such a kick out of that name. The Piggly Wiggly. haha Sounds way more fun than going to Smith’s. ;)
The market was selling everything from swords to socks. I was trying to get to the sword making guy but it was so crowded I couldn’t see anything and I really tiny so that was also a bad thing.
“The black one,” he said with a smirk. Joshie looked at the gun in all its raw, mechanized potential; he couldn’t believe that his life-long best friend would risk his future to acquire it.
The market was teeming, with buyers, sellers, fishwives, fish, fishhooks, regular hooks, and regular people. Prospective owners of prospective priceless jewels strode from one aisle to the next, comparing the values of priceless jewels, trying to determine which was the most — and which the least — priceless. On a stand high above them all, the Court Jester sat singing a sad little song.
I went shopping today, or at least I thought I did. It’s all a hazy mess in my head now. The blood the fire , why am I like this God. Why am I a murderer. Darnit I forgot the carrots at the market.
The marketplace is vibrant and fast-moving. It can be infectious even addictive. But that does not excuse haggling in a respected establishment. Get the fuck out asshole.
the market is a place to buy and sell stuff. Market also denotes a place having a give and take.In market you would find things u require or u sell things to profit from
lost as a child
nothing is quite as scary
as not seeing your mother
the sheer sense of panic
for the first time; alone
literally anything can happen
the market is spinning
with sounds, lights, elevator music
people who surely could kill me
if i could only find my savior
where is she;
the strawberry aisle
is there such a thing as a strawberry?
these are not questions i’m prepared to answer!
oh god, i’m gonna die
although i’m not entirely sure what death is
except that my gerbil went up the rainbow bridge and is happier?
i guess i shoulda fed him —
anyway, whatever dying is, i’m surely going to do it. or be it. or whatever.
oh wait, my mom’s right behind me.
I WANT CHOCOLATE
Pierre liked to arrange the oranges in a pyramid, not because he felt this best showed off the shininess of their peels or made them look particularly juicy but rather it just made sense for oranges to be in a pyramidal arrangement.
i was standing there, almost as if in the middle of a river, split of course standing on an island. in reality i was in the market – midday – busy as can be. and i was standing in and eddy of an island watching the flows of people, in and out, the noise of the market.
i went to the farmer’s market today and bought spring rolls and egg rolls from Ming Dynasty. They were very good and one of my favorite things to purchase
Market is a huge place. Its a place mechanism for sellers and buyers to meet. Globally speaking it has expanded beyong imagination.. You can buy from a korean seller in your domestic currency. Thats unexpected development. Market are all over the place. All kinds of market
The Ballard Farmer’s Market is a must go to attraction, if you live in this drizzly city. Fresh cage free eggs and organic veal is worth the cost of admission, which is steep. Portlandia style musicians at every corner.
Market. Are we talking about a farmers market or the financial market. If it is the first one I enjoy going to them but I always feel the pressure to buy things when I see those old ladies trying desperately to sell me stuff. I just can’t help myself.
colours spill over their faded wooden barriers.
fruit brushes with jewellery, books with fast food,
all held together by the chattering flow of people
moving aimlessly from stall to stall.
the apples spill out, down, a cascade of red onto the floor. i pick them up one by one, feeling for bruises. someone rushes to help me, a worker, i don’t stop to notice who it is. am i embarrassed, maybe?
I love shopping for fresh produce at the hypermarket. But i think the real attraction is the coffee shop upstairs at the food court! My trip there is incomplete without that.
I went to the market today. You always loved the market, didn’t you. I never thought I’d be able to go again, but something this morning made me – pushed me to get my ass out of bed and move. I’d like to think it was you.
The market was bustling, as it always was on a Saturday morning. It was when she was putting the tomato in her bag that she heard it. The crash. Her eyes widened and she turned back.
i think about old fairy tales or stories where the heroine or hero goes to the market and finds the witch who gives them the magic potion to save the day but it has a catch and it all ends up going right in an unexpected way
I think of going to the grocery store in Minnesota when I was a little kid. The name of the market was Piggly Wiggly. I think that’s right–If memory serves me. I used to get such a kick out of that name. The Piggly Wiggly. haha Sounds way more fun than going to Smith’s. ;)
Market is all around the world because market is a universal thing. :)
The market was selling everything from swords to socks. I was trying to get to the sword making guy but it was so crowded I couldn’t see anything and I really tiny so that was also a bad thing.
The market was very crowded and it was hard to get to anything. I was starting to get annoyed because I couldn’t get to anything.
The old woman and her adult son had been there all day. Humidity clung to everything. The awning provides little relief.
The market trolley was an old one. Its push bar was rusted and the advert peeling; the wheels wobbled like a drunk after last call.
“The black one,” he said with a smirk. Joshie looked at the gun in all its raw, mechanized potential; he couldn’t believe that his life-long best friend would risk his future to acquire it.
The market was teeming, with buyers, sellers, fishwives, fish, fishhooks, regular hooks, and regular people. Prospective owners of prospective priceless jewels strode from one aisle to the next, comparing the values of priceless jewels, trying to determine which was the most — and which the least — priceless. On a stand high above them all, the Court Jester sat singing a sad little song.
‘Hi market !’ Bill exclaimed.
‘Hi Mark ?’ replied the market.
‘Are you cheating on me market ?’ said bill with a rather puzzled look on his face as he soon realised that his acid trip was soon coming to an end.
I went shopping today, or at least I thought I did. It’s all a hazy mess in my head now. The blood the fire , why am I like this God. Why am I a murderer. Darnit I forgot the carrots at the market.
The marketplace is vibrant and fast-moving. It can be infectious even addictive. But that does not excuse haggling in a respected establishment. Get the fuck out asshole.
the market is a place to buy and sell stuff. Market also denotes a place having a give and take.In market you would find things u require or u sell things to profit from
The lights were blurred along the rain on the street,
when I saw you, alone, in the market.
lost as a child
nothing is quite as scary
as not seeing your mother
the sheer sense of panic
for the first time; alone
literally anything can happen
the market is spinning
with sounds, lights, elevator music
people who surely could kill me
if i could only find my savior
where is she;
the strawberry aisle
is there such a thing as a strawberry?
these are not questions i’m prepared to answer!
oh god, i’m gonna die
although i’m not entirely sure what death is
except that my gerbil went up the rainbow bridge and is happier?
i guess i shoulda fed him —
anyway, whatever dying is, i’m surely going to do it. or be it. or whatever.
oh wait, my mom’s right behind me.
I WANT CHOCOLATE
Pierre liked to arrange the oranges in a pyramid, not because he felt this best showed off the shininess of their peels or made them look particularly juicy but rather it just made sense for oranges to be in a pyramidal arrangement.
i was standing there, almost as if in the middle of a river, split of course standing on an island. in reality i was in the market – midday – busy as can be. and i was standing in and eddy of an island watching the flows of people, in and out, the noise of the market.
i went to the farmer’s market today and bought spring rolls and egg rolls from Ming Dynasty. They were very good and one of my favorite things to purchase
Market is a huge place. Its a place mechanism for sellers and buyers to meet. Globally speaking it has expanded beyong imagination.. You can buy from a korean seller in your domestic currency. Thats unexpected development. Market are all over the place. All kinds of market
The Ballard Farmer’s Market is a must go to attraction, if you live in this drizzly city. Fresh cage free eggs and organic veal is worth the cost of admission, which is steep. Portlandia style musicians at every corner.
He went to market the other day. Not for anything simple, just to get away. Cheese, Bread Meats, all stared at him as if it was a major feat.
The butcher sniffed and called him vain
and Tommy never went to market again.
Market. Are we talking about a farmers market or the financial market. If it is the first one I enjoy going to them but I always feel the pressure to buy things when I see those old ladies trying desperately to sell me stuff. I just can’t help myself.
the word that makes women happy and the men poor….. market
Ah, the market. She’d been to one of these before. It was a garden of colors. A sea of bargains.
“Blueberries for ninety nine cents!”
colours spill over their faded wooden barriers.
fruit brushes with jewellery, books with fast food,
all held together by the chattering flow of people
moving aimlessly from stall to stall.