“why hello,” a sly voice came from behind me. And i automatically bolt behind Luke. As a tall shinny man in a thin tuxedo with a bowler hat and a can. And a very evil mustache comes through the doors. Mr. Hirsh. Mr. Hirsh is now in the room. I wince father behind Luke as he says “Oh, come now Alice,” he raises an eyebrow,”didn’t your mother teach you better manners than that” he smiles mockingly. But i shoot back at him, fireballs in my eyes, ” Have no mother because of you! Let alone anyone!” He narrows his is
I have an automatic car. It is the easiest thing to drive. I don’t have to think of how to shift it into gear. I just go. It is my favorite car to drive too. It helps that it is my first car as well.
Automatic Systematic full of color self contained tuned and gentle to your vibes
captivating Stimulating she’s such a sexy lady filled with space age design
she’s moving she’s grooving dancing until the music stops now
rythemetic acrobatic she a dynamite attraction at the drop of a coin she comes alive, yeah
she knows what she’s doing she super bad now she’s geared to really blow your mind
dancing, dancing, dancing she’s a dancing machine
it was an automatic response
every single time
i felt myself slipping
it’s like a blaring alarm
PUKE, it shouted
and i would heed it’s advice
i’d stuff in whatever i could
like it would make it alright
the rules were strict
and the villain was me
i hated the entire thing
from end to next beginning
the food, the feeling, the purge and the people
who’d see me look a mess
and i’d hide, as if they couldn’t see me
so with new moments ahead
like the one right here now
i’m allowing myself
to act gracefully instead of putting me down
i’m calmer
i’m cuter
i’m healthier and well
i don’t ever want to step back
into that bulimia hell
so i swallow my food
with proper intent
to absorb nutrients from them
and then to expend
to be happy and whole
like a complete person
and i’m grateful God gave me
open ended purpose
automatic. easy, quick and fast. like a car, click click boom. a gun, fast. trigger fast. one press and done. its there when you want it when you need it. automatic
I grabbed a slice of pizza of the table, a automatic response to me seeing food in reach. “You’re such a pig.” Says my brother as he forces a gigantic slice of pizza in his mouth. “Ha, you can talk.” I retort.
This is automatic. Writing without thinking. It just flows like a river down steam. Am I making sense? Dose what I’m typing matter? No I don’t think so but I will do it anyway. Type. Type. Type. Listen to me. This is automatic.
I am automatically writing this sentence. This paragraph (if it even is a paragraph). Funny how some things are automatic. My brain has probably automatically mapped out my sent four sentences and I haven’t even thought of them consciously yet. Funny how the brain works… Ha. Either way, at least I am not as automatic as my television.
a car is the first thing i think about when I hear automatic. this is my automatic response to a word without really thinking it through. what would the world be like if people acted on their automatic response rather then thinking things through. would the world be more understanding or would people just get frustrated at one another because they weren’t thinking before they said something.
i have an automatic jeep, and she’s a beauty! When i turn him on i just hear angels sing. He gets me where i need to go when i need to get there and i look good doing it! He messes up sometimes but he’s always there for me, i know it.
It was my automatic impulse to drop everything and run. My dog followed as fast as she could for her old age. But once we reached the forest, I was twelve again, and she was just a puppy. I ran as fast as I could, in my dad’s huge, old rain boots. The leaves swirled about me, and I knew I was home.
i automatically think of you when i’m sad happy or mad when i’m loving caring or just plain missing you all i want is to see you when i see the couples in the hallways kissing i automatically think of you when i see them cuddling on the stairs I automatically think of you when i see them cuddling up to each other on the floor all I automatically think of you you you i miss you.
automatic super sonic. the something something invention….something or other of hugo cabret. that was a good book. it was interesting. i hear there’s a sequel that just came out. well actually, i just saw it at the bookstore the other day. not sure what this one is about, but there’s an automaton in the first one. automatic-man. that’s what i think of, at least. automobile: auto mobile. a mobile is something that moves. automaton: auto maton. but what is a maton?
My hands don’t even stop for me. They just keep going, automatic, autonomous, self-governing. If only I could learn how to be so independent. But sadly, I would just be talking to the hand.
The automatic reaction scared Lia. She dropped the sword she practiced with and looked at her hands. “What are you waiting for?” her sparring partner asked.
“I really wanted to stab you…” she answered in surprise.
“Good,” Melina said, smirking. “That’s the point of these lessons.”
he breathe’s in the tequila on your lips and the rain in your hair. you look into those big indigo eyes. he leans in closer, so close you can feel his hot breath on your face. and than he kisses you, the sweet hot kind that makes your knees give and your head dizzy. its automatic. you abandon control, and let the hurt come rushing back.
At his question I automatically said, “I can’t tell you.”
“Tears” filled my eyes and I shook my head in dismay. I couldn’t tell him. It was physically impossible. It was strictly programmed in my database that I could not anwser any questions that had not been approved by Her.
He looked at me in disgust. He thought I was human, like him. He thought I was doing this by free will, by my own right.
What right?
“Fine.”
That single syllable stung like acid across my face and a fake tear that looked so real, but was nothing but clearoil, rolled down my cheek. His jaw tightened.
I come to this site to jump start my english, to start the rusted gears of my slow moving fingers and even creakier mind. The gears never moving no matter how many hours I sit and pick at the breaking ends of my dried, bleached hair. It’s an automatic impulse, to divert my attention to a single act that puts me even further behind than when I started. I claim that I do nothing but homework… but I just work on pieces and never get anywhere because my attention is always somewhere else… it’s what I am doing on this site.
the ease with which she flew through life, through grades, through guys, was rather stunning to see. it was practically automatic for her–getting straight a’s, being the most liked (within reason) girl in the entire district, receiving good exercise and maintaining good health, hooking up and breaking up with boyfriends just infrequently enough to avoid being called a slut–it was easy as hell. she hardly but any thought into it at all.
and then she met him, and then she met his life–real life–and suddenly she wasn’t an automaton anymore.
automatic. i think instant. i think now. i think about all the things you could possibly do in the future that come in instinct but people hesitate to do. They regret. They overestimated. They are scared. Automatic means overcoming fears. Being reckless. Hoping for the best, maybe getting the worst. But it doesn’t matter, because you did it.
i felt the cold touch on my shoulder. even though i never touched one in my life, i knew it was a gun. “scream and you die” said an automatic machine voice.
effortless. smooth and perfect. flawless. natural. this is when you know you’ve stumbled upon something pure. true. but there’s no guarantee it’ll make any sense. and no one’s promising this will be easy. these are the things that make the world go round, spin on its axis. they keep us going. remind us there’s something more. help us get up in the morning and ward of the nightmares. they build us up and give us strength, however so they may achieve it. the unbalance us, then set all right with the world, with ourselves.
just push the button and wait it will happen wait is it have we done it yet tap tap wait automatic is faster right/ oh hurry yea response at last I could have done it by myself and been home for a coffee by now onwards and upwards success I can do this new fangled stuff..
Semi. Cold. Your finger clutches the trigger, and it’s ready to go. You feel the power as it echoes through your fingers, into your bones. Static splits your skull. Your gun-hand is singing; the enemy is before you. Let your bullets fly.
I have a feeling we’ll lose our ability to do things by ourselves. I am seriously getting worried about the future. Soon our brain will be programmed to do things automatically. We won’t have to think anymore. No more thinking. Nope. No more…
Everyone is getting this word. Everyone also writes really depressing prompts about it. So, instead, I’m writing a joke, if I have time. I WILL BLOW UP EVERYTHING AUTOMATICALLY BECAUSE YES. ORPHANS AND STUFF. FRANTIC TYPING. I wonder how much more it will let me type without making me stop. I’m going to keep typing until it forces me to stop. Banana butterflies machine gun pinata trombone lederhosen.
AAutomatic is a cool word for me we like to do automatic things like computers and things like that a robot is automatic from a to zmhahahahahahHhNa omg automatic lalalalalalalala
AuTomatic,
My mum drives an automatic but my dad hates them he says that they’re for old people who can’t drive and that if I get one he wont be happy, but I’m getting one anyway, just to piss him off! Tee hee
“why hello,” a sly voice came from behind me. And i automatically bolt behind Luke. As a tall shinny man in a thin tuxedo with a bowler hat and a can. And a very evil mustache comes through the doors. Mr. Hirsh. Mr. Hirsh is now in the room. I wince father behind Luke as he says “Oh, come now Alice,” he raises an eyebrow,”didn’t your mother teach you better manners than that” he smiles mockingly. But i shoot back at him, fireballs in my eyes, ” Have no mother because of you! Let alone anyone!” He narrows his is
I have an automatic car. It is the easiest thing to drive. I don’t have to think of how to shift it into gear. I just go. It is my favorite car to drive too. It helps that it is my first car as well.
Automatic Systematic full of color self contained tuned and gentle to your vibes
captivating Stimulating she’s such a sexy lady filled with space age design
she’s moving she’s grooving dancing until the music stops now
rythemetic acrobatic she a dynamite attraction at the drop of a coin she comes alive, yeah
she knows what she’s doing she super bad now she’s geared to really blow your mind
dancing, dancing, dancing she’s a dancing machine
it was an automatic response
every single time
i felt myself slipping
it’s like a blaring alarm
PUKE, it shouted
and i would heed it’s advice
i’d stuff in whatever i could
like it would make it alright
the rules were strict
and the villain was me
i hated the entire thing
from end to next beginning
the food, the feeling, the purge and the people
who’d see me look a mess
and i’d hide, as if they couldn’t see me
so with new moments ahead
like the one right here now
i’m allowing myself
to act gracefully instead of putting me down
i’m calmer
i’m cuter
i’m healthier and well
i don’t ever want to step back
into that bulimia hell
so i swallow my food
with proper intent
to absorb nutrients from them
and then to expend
to be happy and whole
like a complete person
and i’m grateful God gave me
open ended purpose
© LL
bam bam bam
and they all go flying
automatic slap
and they lie dying.
You don’t think, just react. thats so typical of you. Ihate it. I wish you had the common sense to stop. nothing should be so automatic.
automatic. easy, quick and fast. like a car, click click boom. a gun, fast. trigger fast. one press and done. its there when you want it when you need it. automatic
I grabbed a slice of pizza of the table, a automatic response to me seeing food in reach. “You’re such a pig.” Says my brother as he forces a gigantic slice of pizza in his mouth. “Ha, you can talk.” I retort.
This is automatic. Writing without thinking. It just flows like a river down steam. Am I making sense? Dose what I’m typing matter? No I don’t think so but I will do it anyway. Type. Type. Type. Listen to me. This is automatic.
I am automatically writing this sentence. This paragraph (if it even is a paragraph). Funny how some things are automatic. My brain has probably automatically mapped out my sent four sentences and I haven’t even thought of them consciously yet. Funny how the brain works… Ha. Either way, at least I am not as automatic as my television.
a car is the first thing i think about when I hear automatic. this is my automatic response to a word without really thinking it through. what would the world be like if people acted on their automatic response rather then thinking things through. would the world be more understanding or would people just get frustrated at one another because they weren’t thinking before they said something.
Automatic. Just the way to describe how im writing my brain isnt thinking there isnt time for spell check or punctuation. Just writing. Fast.
i have an automatic jeep, and she’s a beauty! When i turn him on i just hear angels sing. He gets me where i need to go when i need to get there and i look good doing it! He messes up sometimes but he’s always there for me, i know it.
I love automatic cars. They are so easy to drive it’s mind-blowing! I don’t know what to pet here so, LALALA!
It was my automatic impulse to drop everything and run. My dog followed as fast as she could for her old age. But once we reached the forest, I was twelve again, and she was just a puppy. I ran as fast as I could, in my dad’s huge, old rain boots. The leaves swirled about me, and I knew I was home.
i automatically think of you when i’m sad happy or mad when i’m loving caring or just plain missing you all i want is to see you when i see the couples in the hallways kissing i automatically think of you when i see them cuddling on the stairs I automatically think of you when i see them cuddling up to each other on the floor all I automatically think of you you you i miss you.
automatic super sonic. the something something invention….something or other of hugo cabret. that was a good book. it was interesting. i hear there’s a sequel that just came out. well actually, i just saw it at the bookstore the other day. not sure what this one is about, but there’s an automaton in the first one. automatic-man. that’s what i think of, at least. automobile: auto mobile. a mobile is something that moves. automaton: auto maton. but what is a maton?
My hands don’t even stop for me. They just keep going, automatic, autonomous, self-governing. If only I could learn how to be so independent. But sadly, I would just be talking to the hand.
Keep it copacetic- go into automatic.
The automatic reaction scared Lia. She dropped the sword she practiced with and looked at her hands. “What are you waiting for?” her sparring partner asked.
“I really wanted to stab you…” she answered in surprise.
“Good,” Melina said, smirking. “That’s the point of these lessons.”
Automatic
Automatic
Automatic
Automatic
Automatic
Automatic
Automatic
Automatic
Automatic
Automatic
Automatic
he breathe’s in the tequila on your lips and the rain in your hair. you look into those big indigo eyes. he leans in closer, so close you can feel his hot breath on your face. and than he kisses you, the sweet hot kind that makes your knees give and your head dizzy. its automatic. you abandon control, and let the hurt come rushing back.
At his question I automatically said, “I can’t tell you.”
“Tears” filled my eyes and I shook my head in dismay. I couldn’t tell him. It was physically impossible. It was strictly programmed in my database that I could not anwser any questions that had not been approved by Her.
He looked at me in disgust. He thought I was human, like him. He thought I was doing this by free will, by my own right.
What right?
“Fine.”
That single syllable stung like acid across my face and a fake tear that looked so real, but was nothing but clearoil, rolled down my cheek. His jaw tightened.
I come to this site to jump start my english, to start the rusted gears of my slow moving fingers and even creakier mind. The gears never moving no matter how many hours I sit and pick at the breaking ends of my dried, bleached hair. It’s an automatic impulse, to divert my attention to a single act that puts me even further behind than when I started. I claim that I do nothing but homework… but I just work on pieces and never get anywhere because my attention is always somewhere else… it’s what I am doing on this site.
the ease with which she flew through life, through grades, through guys, was rather stunning to see. it was practically automatic for her–getting straight a’s, being the most liked (within reason) girl in the entire district, receiving good exercise and maintaining good health, hooking up and breaking up with boyfriends just infrequently enough to avoid being called a slut–it was easy as hell. she hardly but any thought into it at all.
and then she met him, and then she met his life–real life–and suddenly she wasn’t an automaton anymore.
automatic. i think instant. i think now. i think about all the things you could possibly do in the future that come in instinct but people hesitate to do. They regret. They overestimated. They are scared. Automatic means overcoming fears. Being reckless. Hoping for the best, maybe getting the worst. But it doesn’t matter, because you did it.
i felt the cold touch on my shoulder. even though i never touched one in my life, i knew it was a gun. “scream and you die” said an automatic machine voice.
effortless. smooth and perfect. flawless. natural. this is when you know you’ve stumbled upon something pure. true. but there’s no guarantee it’ll make any sense. and no one’s promising this will be easy. these are the things that make the world go round, spin on its axis. they keep us going. remind us there’s something more. help us get up in the morning and ward of the nightmares. they build us up and give us strength, however so they may achieve it. the unbalance us, then set all right with the world, with ourselves.
just push the button and wait it will happen wait is it have we done it yet tap tap wait automatic is faster right/ oh hurry yea response at last I could have done it by myself and been home for a coffee by now onwards and upwards success I can do this new fangled stuff..
a canned response. no thought required. or virtually no thinking required. no manual steps necessary. computers. faster.
Being automatic requires limited thought.
Ready, steady, go. This is an automatic action. You do not need to think. You do not need to question. You have no choice. You are an automatom.
Lol automocar automofat lol :)!!!!! :P
Hey Tom, hey Bailey meyer, hi jordan, hi damos automatics they are the bomb you it’s great awesome what was Tracy temples thinking
Semi. Cold. Your finger clutches the trigger, and it’s ready to go. You feel the power as it echoes through your fingers, into your bones. Static splits your skull. Your gun-hand is singing; the enemy is before you. Let your bullets fly.
I have a feeling we’ll lose our ability to do things by ourselves. I am seriously getting worried about the future. Soon our brain will be programmed to do things automatically. We won’t have to think anymore. No more thinking. Nope. No more…
Everyone is getting this word. Everyone also writes really depressing prompts about it. So, instead, I’m writing a joke, if I have time. I WILL BLOW UP EVERYTHING AUTOMATICALLY BECAUSE YES. ORPHANS AND STUFF. FRANTIC TYPING. I wonder how much more it will let me type without making me stop. I’m going to keep typing until it forces me to stop. Banana butterflies machine gun pinata trombone lederhosen.
Automatic is something that does something all by it’s self
AAutomatic is a cool word for me we like to do automatic things like computers and things like that a robot is automatic from a to zmhahahahahahHhNa omg automatic lalalalalalalala
AuTomatic,
My mum drives an automatic but my dad hates them he says that they’re for old people who can’t drive and that if I get one he wont be happy, but I’m getting one anyway, just to piss him off! Tee hee