Ever put things in a box? Yeah, that’s not boxing. Boxing is when you put on some gloves and beat the hell out of another guy. You make him wish he were never born and try to ensure that he’s pissing blood the next day. If his mother isn’t crying after you’re through with him, you haven’t really done you’re job. If his father isn’t crying, then you haven’t done it either. Think about that.
sam sheridan was a friend of mine who boxed at college and then wrote a book about fighting he did all over the world. I like boxing movies but I don’t think I would enjoy watching the sport itself. Boxing is blood, sweat, bruises, broken teeth and head injuries. Seeing punch drunk old boxers
well boxing is fairly brutal. sometimes i thin that the gods, whoever that may be for you, are looking down and laughing at the way we behave and entertain ourselves. however i do have fond memories of going with my dad to some fights and thinking how wonderful it was to do “boy” things with him….brutal, funny and fond. thats boxing
whether it be to provide casing, the act of doing so or the sport in which many have been drawn to throughout history, “boxing” is a confinement. whether by choice or beauty of the boxer in the ring and the love of the sport, it all comes down to win or lose, fit or lose.
I was boxing up my life. I had to leave this small town to start my life off in the big city of Las Vegas. That way I could try out my life as a world-class stripper. It’s been a dream of mine since I was a child. I wasn’t sure why. Maybe it’s because I had been born naked?
i’ve neved done this before.
what do i write about?
boxing makes me think of foxy boxing.
foxy boxing makes me think of 30 Rock.
30 rock reminds me of tina fey
tina fey reminds me of SNL.
SNL reminds me of SNAIL
snails remind me of my back yard.
my back yard reminds me of california.
california reminds me of the OC.
the OC reminds me of Ryan(?)
ryan reminds me of the season after they killed marissa off.
that season reminds me of that episode where ryan gets beat up in that boxing cage thing.
which reminds me of boxing.
boxing can be painful but whatever, I am sure that the people that partake in it enjoy it. I mean why would you do something that causes you hurt if you didn;t enjoy it? That’s a weirdly philisophical question, lol. Well, anyway, even if the boxer decides he hates it halfway through a match, he can just lie ont he floor and pretend to be knocked out, or hold up his hands and say I QUIT! TIME OUT!!
this word makes me think of a movie i saw in 8th grade during standardized testing week. it was about the 20’s and had some famous actor who i cant remember. honestly i don’t remember much about that movie at all.
It comes after Christmas but before New Years. Boxing Day, a day for presents and family and friends…but only in Canada and the U.K. Here, in Amurrica, we don’t celebrate Boxing Day. The day after Christmas, we pack everything away instead.
An image of fists flying, forces being applied in the most brutal possible fashion.
And suddenly there’s just a box. Cardboard. Could fit some useful things in there. Except it starts folding on itself, pulling in all reality with it as the world falls into the chaos that is called entropy.
My dad liked to watch boxing and would show me what to look for in the fights. Sometimes we would shadowbox and he would tell me to always keep my feet moving. I remember being facsinated by the sweat dripping off the boxers, their grim expressions and intense eyes.
I like to think of Canada and Boxing Day there. I don’t understand what the fuck it has to do with anything except that it’s just another day. Maybe one day boxes will float all around us. Until then, we can only dream.
boxing day, boxed in. fighting for your right, to what? party? for freedom? liberty? methinks the lady doth protest too much. what is it you look for at the end of the day. who’s face is it you see when you close your eyes?
I’ve fought many a battle using these two fists. You’ll never believe how Powerful I can become. The world will bow before the BOXING CHAMPION that I have become.
Is a game that evil people do. I think of Mike tyson. he bit off some dudes ear.. right?? He was in the Hangover, that’s a great movie. So erm boxing…. boxes are fun to play in. You can do anything with them. make a pyramid, maybe be a race car driver. who knows where your imagination will take you. I have no idea.
When I was little, I was bullied by this other girl. One day, I finally had it, and told her if she bugged me anymore i would box her….not the best idea.She took tae-kwon-do. And I lied.
people fighting, hitting eachother with red gloves. putting vaseliney stuff on their eyes and noses so they don’t get all bloody i guess. they do it in las vegas and it’s popular. umm-
manny pacquiao. filipino pride. simple yet complex. better than ali. the biggest little man. a wonder to ponder upon. is he just lucky? or is it destiny?
One would never know how much he had put into it. It wasn’t that he didn’t have any other talents, but more so that he didn’t want to put waste them. He knew this, he lived this. The boxing champ. The boxing king. He would never lose.
I decided to try boxing last summer.
Wimpy kid like me, figured I should take the chance to bulk up, you know? Learn to defend myself and whatever.
So of course the first match comes around, I’d been doing well in class, aaaaaand I get my teeth knocked out. …No, I really, I lost several of my teeth.And my nose was broken. And I fractured a couple of my fingers for punching a guy wrong.
…I gave up on boxing pretty quick.
She’d been a boxing champion before the accident. But five years later and she was living on the streets of Chicago, with only a cardboard box and a blanket to call her own. What kind of life was that for a hero?
packaging. placing things away to move. A lost memory placed within a box. Boxing things inside of things to be opened at a later date in a new place. Is this all we have placed inside boxes? Life in a box. boxing memories and items once on display and moving from place to place.
He shook the sweat from his eyes, trying to clear his thoughts. Right hook, Left uppercut, duck and weave. Racing ideas learned from sixth grade recess wouldn’t help him in this match. He had no idea Shaw had such a south paw!
my brother has a punch bag. it was a christmas present and it was ill advised.
it’s dusty, hanging lifeless without the roar of the crowd, with the opponent gone. he’s been in trouble before.
a water colour set is safer, i think.
Boxing. Hmmm… I have nothing to say about boxing. I feel like I’m boxing with my life, if that means anything. I used to punch myself in the stomach pretty hard, just to be able to feel something.
Now I want to never feel anything again.
I felt my head hit the post and then wondered where I was and what I was doing. Then I remembered that I was the best boxer in the world.
But by that time, I was on the ground.
I HATE myself.
Boxing Day is coming up. I need to get presents for my family. Mother – a book. Brother – a guitar. Father – I’m not sure. I don’t really know him actually.
some people deserve to get praised
some people deserve to be taught
some people desreve to get a pat on the back
and some people deserve to get punched in the face
boxing is a sport. some consider it be violent, but having watched it since i was little and often being in the room when my dad is watching it, i have come to see it as a skilled sport rather than something barbaric although i do understand why some people would think that.
did you know on sky sports they sometimes charge you
Boxing can mean many things. Who’s to say it’s true meaning? after all, what do you think of when it’s boxing? Do you think jabs hooks and uppercuts, or do you think of packaging? How about Europe’s boxing day? At least most of them have something in common… the color red, blood, christmas, styrofoam.
Sherlock Holmes was boxing in the newest movie. Had my doubts about that, certainly. Such an old form of fighting, but so riveting to watch anyway. the impact of leather-encased fists on muscled bodies, the sweat flying from the skin of the people bouncing and pounding and shoving each other back and forth, the blood that becomes so profuse you eventually don’t notice it…
Ever put things in a box? Yeah, that’s not boxing. Boxing is when you put on some gloves and beat the hell out of another guy. You make him wish he were never born and try to ensure that he’s pissing blood the next day. If his mother isn’t crying after you’re through with him, you haven’t really done you’re job. If his father isn’t crying, then you haven’t done it either. Think about that.
BOOM BAM POW.
Hello Wednesday.
I will knock you out.
cruel, bloody, men muscels, sweat broken nose, rubber, gloves , cristian bale the fighter, hillary swank,
sam sheridan was a friend of mine who boxed at college and then wrote a book about fighting he did all over the world. I like boxing movies but I don’t think I would enjoy watching the sport itself. Boxing is blood, sweat, bruises, broken teeth and head injuries. Seeing punch drunk old boxers
well boxing is fairly brutal. sometimes i thin that the gods, whoever that may be for you, are looking down and laughing at the way we behave and entertain ourselves. however i do have fond memories of going with my dad to some fights and thinking how wonderful it was to do “boy” things with him….brutal, funny and fond. thats boxing
whether it be to provide casing, the act of doing so or the sport in which many have been drawn to throughout history, “boxing” is a confinement. whether by choice or beauty of the boxer in the ring and the love of the sport, it all comes down to win or lose, fit or lose.
I was boxing up my life. I had to leave this small town to start my life off in the big city of Las Vegas. That way I could try out my life as a world-class stripper. It’s been a dream of mine since I was a child. I wasn’t sure why. Maybe it’s because I had been born naked?
oh, I’ve already done this one once.
i’ve neved done this before.
what do i write about?
boxing makes me think of foxy boxing.
foxy boxing makes me think of 30 Rock.
30 rock reminds me of tina fey
tina fey reminds me of SNL.
SNL reminds me of SNAIL
snails remind me of my back yard.
my back yard reminds me of california.
california reminds me of the OC.
the OC reminds me of Ryan(?)
ryan reminds me of the season after they killed marissa off.
that season reminds me of that episode where ryan gets beat up in that boxing cage thing.
which reminds me of boxing.
i know a boxer, his name is geoff, he likes to hit people, you know – be violent and all that. It’s a shame though because he is a great gardener.
I saw him last week talking to his geraniums and pansies. Dedicated
boxing can be painful but whatever, I am sure that the people that partake in it enjoy it. I mean why would you do something that causes you hurt if you didn;t enjoy it? That’s a weirdly philisophical question, lol. Well, anyway, even if the boxer decides he hates it halfway through a match, he can just lie ont he floor and pretend to be knocked out, or hold up his hands and say I QUIT! TIME OUT!!
this word makes me think of a movie i saw in 8th grade during standardized testing week. it was about the 20’s and had some famous actor who i cant remember. honestly i don’t remember much about that movie at all.
It comes after Christmas but before New Years. Boxing Day, a day for presents and family and friends…but only in Canada and the U.K. Here, in Amurrica, we don’t celebrate Boxing Day. The day after Christmas, we pack everything away instead.
An image of fists flying, forces being applied in the most brutal possible fashion.
And suddenly there’s just a box. Cardboard. Could fit some useful things in there. Except it starts folding on itself, pulling in all reality with it as the world falls into the chaos that is called entropy.
My dad liked to watch boxing and would show me what to look for in the fights. Sometimes we would shadowbox and he would tell me to always keep my feet moving. I remember being facsinated by the sweat dripping off the boxers, their grim expressions and intense eyes.
I like to think of Canada and Boxing Day there. I don’t understand what the fuck it has to do with anything except that it’s just another day. Maybe one day boxes will float all around us. Until then, we can only dream.
boxing day, boxed in. fighting for your right, to what? party? for freedom? liberty? methinks the lady doth protest too much. what is it you look for at the end of the day. who’s face is it you see when you close your eyes?
I’ve fought many a battle using these two fists. You’ll never believe how Powerful I can become. The world will bow before the BOXING CHAMPION that I have become.
At last, the world is mind.
Is a game that evil people do. I think of Mike tyson. he bit off some dudes ear.. right?? He was in the Hangover, that’s a great movie. So erm boxing…. boxes are fun to play in. You can do anything with them. make a pyramid, maybe be a race car driver. who knows where your imagination will take you. I have no idea.
When I was little, I was bullied by this other girl. One day, I finally had it, and told her if she bugged me anymore i would box her….not the best idea.She took tae-kwon-do. And I lied.
people fighting, hitting eachother with red gloves. putting vaseliney stuff on their eyes and noses so they don’t get all bloody i guess. they do it in las vegas and it’s popular. umm-
i NEVER BOX BEFORE…I THINK IT’S WEIRD. WHY GLOVES AND NOTHING ELSE? WHY CAN’T WEAR MY SWEET SOCCER SHIN GUARDS TOO?
CUZ IT HAS SOCCER IN THE NAME?
Muhammad Ali. “I am the greatest”. Fun. Violent. Crazy intense. Dedicated fighters. Amazing athletes. very competitive. World heavyweight champion.
manny pacquiao. filipino pride. simple yet complex. better than ali. the biggest little man. a wonder to ponder upon. is he just lucky? or is it destiny?
One would never know how much he had put into it. It wasn’t that he didn’t have any other talents, but more so that he didn’t want to put waste them. He knew this, he lived this. The boxing champ. The boxing king. He would never lose.
I decided to try boxing last summer.
Wimpy kid like me, figured I should take the chance to bulk up, you know? Learn to defend myself and whatever.
So of course the first match comes around, I’d been doing well in class, aaaaaand I get my teeth knocked out. …No, I really, I lost several of my teeth.And my nose was broken. And I fractured a couple of my fingers for punching a guy wrong.
…I gave up on boxing pretty quick.
She’d been a boxing champion before the accident. But five years later and she was living on the streets of Chicago, with only a cardboard box and a blanket to call her own. What kind of life was that for a hero?
packaging. placing things away to move. A lost memory placed within a box. Boxing things inside of things to be opened at a later date in a new place. Is this all we have placed inside boxes? Life in a box. boxing memories and items once on display and moving from place to place.
He shook the sweat from his eyes, trying to clear his thoughts. Right hook, Left uppercut, duck and weave. Racing ideas learned from sixth grade recess wouldn’t help him in this match. He had no idea Shaw had such a south paw!
my brother has a punch bag. it was a christmas present and it was ill advised.
it’s dusty, hanging lifeless without the roar of the crowd, with the opponent gone. he’s been in trouble before.
a water colour set is safer, i think.
Boxing. Hmmm… I have nothing to say about boxing. I feel like I’m boxing with my life, if that means anything. I used to punch myself in the stomach pretty hard, just to be able to feel something.
Now I want to never feel anything again.
I felt my head hit the post and then wondered where I was and what I was doing. Then I remembered that I was the best boxer in the world.
But by that time, I was on the ground.
I HATE myself.
it means to put someone in a box. seal it and, if merciful, pierce a
Boxing Day is coming up. I need to get presents for my family. Mother – a book. Brother – a guitar. Father – I’m not sure. I don’t really know him actually.
some people deserve to get praised
some people deserve to be taught
some people desreve to get a pat on the back
and some people deserve to get punched in the face
boxing is a sport. some consider it be violent, but having watched it since i was little and often being in the room when my dad is watching it, i have come to see it as a skilled sport rather than something barbaric although i do understand why some people would think that.
did you know on sky sports they sometimes charge you
morning-time and i’m boxing up memories for the move and waiting on the laundry.
Boxing can mean many things. Who’s to say it’s true meaning? after all, what do you think of when it’s boxing? Do you think jabs hooks and uppercuts, or do you think of packaging? How about Europe’s boxing day? At least most of them have something in common… the color red, blood, christmas, styrofoam.
Sherlock Holmes was boxing in the newest movie. Had my doubts about that, certainly. Such an old form of fighting, but so riveting to watch anyway. the impact of leather-encased fists on muscled bodies, the sweat flying from the skin of the people bouncing and pounding and shoving each other back and forth, the blood that becomes so profuse you eventually don’t notice it…
he hits and socks and lunges and smacks and hurts and doesn’t feel. Doesn’t think. Skin is same as anything.