when i think of a brick my grandfather doesn’t die he lays dormant inside what was once wet as my own concrete dries and it’s not the same but along the lines
i hate you, and i hate andrw. this is the most ludicrous thing ever. it’s like forced stream of conciousness writing. one big CONTRADICTION. i hope this streams prior to anyone entering this site so that they know the complete lack of validity inherent in its premiss. my house is made of brick.
that’s how love hit me when i met you. i was soo against it & tried looking the other way, but was smacked so hard by your subtleties & gentle nature that i had no choice but to take notice. the sweetest, hardest, softest blow i’ve ever felt in my life…am still reeling.
stone. cold. never been this bold. red vibrant. made a darker shade underneath the rain. made a softer shade by the sun. you are my brick. my stone. my cold. my warm. my building. my ceiling. i vow to keep you warm. my mortar my shell. the deep well.
I lept over a brick house, once, on my way to the grocery. Little did I realize, besides my new found jumping capabilities, that the other side lead to a giant bowl of chocolate cake.
having the brick in hand what else was there to do but throw it… we threw the bricks up in the air with a child’s laughter and abandon, not knowing they were soon to come down on top of our heads…
red falling into an abyss and following the Queen of Spades SLAM! Ouch I got hit by the wall. Man oh man oh man. I think it’s like the roofs. The roofs outside my window in my bad view–at least it isn’t actually bricks. that would be even more unpleasant. Brick red is a better red than fireengine. Except for lip stick.
Wall. Brick walls represent sturdiness and hopelessness. Bricks are heavy. They are also red. Crayola has a color called, “Brick”. Bricks are made of stone and probably were invented in Ancient Mesopotamia. BLAHAHAHAhAHhHHHHH.
the brick wall, it rose so high, so tall, it clocked out the sun. and it separated us from the rest of the world. the dry desert sun bore down and all was could ever wonder was, what grew beyond that wall? our imagination couldn’t even fathom because we had been stuck from so long.
What the fuck I’m not sure if I am supposed to talk about a brick, or tell a story about a brick. Bricks are pretty cool. OH I took a picture of a brick wall the other day, and it looked like an optical illusion, sort of, because there was a spot that jutted out but it all looked like one wall that changed the brick layout suddenly… Oh snap.
When walking on the streets of New York it’s always important to look out for falling bricks. Once i read about this guy who got a brick on his head. he was never the same again, even after several visits to the hospital.
Brick a sturdy place, that can build houses,that
Hhold people together. I’ve always wanted to build something made of brick, and to feel strong
and know it’s not going to waver. God’s like that, my brick house. The saftey no one else can offer. :]
Brickwalls are made out of red bricks. You can give someone a note in a mean manner by tying it to the brick and throwing it through their window. The yellow brick road was in the Wizard of Oz.
wow, brick again. ok brick red brick crumbling brick old houses made of brick with ivy crawling on them. mortar cement brick i think this word is boring. get a new word. brick for the umpteenth time
is red builds things higher and higher and shows the lesser ones how smart we are
to live in houses made of brick
is course rough made from the minerals of the sediments of the particles of the earth
we build because we can
all bricks will return to rubble even
Gerald left the bread in the oven again, a great brick oven that fair skinned Olivia couldn’t get near, even with her eyes shut and papu’s wool mits on.
The little brick house on the corner was worn; not looking well for its years. The bricks were being reused, originally from an old church that was torn down by the owners to salvage the materials. The red squares were obviously chipped in a few places and I thought about the fact that even a coat of paint would not improve the look, it was old and almost beyond repair.
“I’ll take it” I heard myself saying. The old man looked at me and with a smile he yelled “Hey, Euphamia!! Hey, she’s taking it” He looked at me, “full asking price?”, I was about to say yes but had a feeling I could save a few bucks. More for fun than anything, I countered with “how about $5000.00 less?” “twenty-five hundred, half way”.
“Its a deal, when can I take possession?” We shook hands.
Solidly built, strongly constructed. Immobile and stable. But they need protection, a roof and fresh mortar. For even a brick wall can fall. Bricks need stewardship. Be there. Preserve.
He’s tough. He takes a punch and keeps on going, pummeling me with his hamfists. I’m going to lose, I know it. I’m quick, but it doesn’t matter – he has strength and stamina on his side. That’s not going to stop me from staying in the fight, even if he is a brick.
bricks are used as a foundation to constrcut new and exciting buildings. They also can be found in some of the most interesting and historical homes. They come in different colors but their shape is usually about the same
a brick is red. it is the common building block. i love bricks. people trow them through windows. sometims bricks can hurt if they hit your head. porous. send a brick to your friends in the mail. they will be very pleased to open such a uniquegift.
it wasn’t until the sun hit the top of your head. it wasn’t until you turned toward main street that i realized it was over, really. you kicked a piece of brick into the street as you walked away from me and i watched it roll, roll, roll.
Well, they’re bricks. They tend to be red and they’re useful for things like building houses. they’ve generally got a rather rough texture and are porous. Bricks used to be made out of mud and i believe are what the ancient egyptians used to make the buildings that they didn’t make out of stone. I personally liket he way bricks here in Pittsburgh look–they’ve been darkened by the pollution and end up as a dark red-brown.
The old brick house still stands there, you know. Long after my laughter, my play, my innocence has fled the place it stands, bereft of the foliage and beauty that gave it life. All metal and chains, now, cold and dusky and dead and unfeeling. I wish I could bring back the beauty of the days past. Maybe tomorrow?
the brick weighs a ton as it slams upon my body. it is a brick of burden, a weight that cannot be lifted by physical means. it is a metaphorical block, an obstacle that resists the movement of emotional motion. i must fight against this resistance. i must be strong. i can no longer back down.
A simple part of a building or a replace part of a structure – it might be your family, although I doubt it, it might be you in a classroom, it is possible if you haven’t made friends.
In the marketplace today, however, we are all bricks – replaceable by simply the things we do, we are multiple and we are many. We are cheap and we do not care, for some reason.
the name of a restaurant in Laramie, Wyoming I believe, or a person who has a thick skull. also could apply to a new home we’re going to build one day for retirement.
all day in my , i mean all i.m saying is i want to tell you what inside i am wanting to tell you but it is so stacked and there is no passage and we are not circles anymore. we are stacked all the way to the top and someone is slipping in the very last one and neither of us can stop it.
Oh, writing about bricks. How silly of us to spend our time writing about bricks. I don’t know really. Bricks tend to envoke a sense of strength in humans, but have you ever considered what a brick really is? it’s a single object that’s basically useless on its own. why, then, do people liken humans to bricks? We’re nothing like them, we’re wonderful, exuberant, phenomenally useful beings on our own.
I was walking down the alley and this one room which was locked. it had a keyhole as, i looked through it and it was another alley, i could see for a long distance. another bricked wall!
when i think of a brick my grandfather doesn’t die he lays dormant inside what was once wet as my own concrete dries and it’s not the same but along the lines
i hate you, and i hate andrw. this is the most ludicrous thing ever. it’s like forced stream of conciousness writing. one big CONTRADICTION. i hope this streams prior to anyone entering this site so that they know the complete lack of validity inherent in its premiss. my house is made of brick.
that’s how love hit me when i met you. i was soo against it & tried looking the other way, but was smacked so hard by your subtleties & gentle nature that i had no choice but to take notice. the sweetest, hardest, softest blow i’ve ever felt in my life…am still reeling.
stone. cold. never been this bold. red vibrant. made a darker shade underneath the rain. made a softer shade by the sun. you are my brick. my stone. my cold. my warm. my building. my ceiling. i vow to keep you warm. my mortar my shell. the deep well.
I lept over a brick house, once, on my way to the grocery. Little did I realize, besides my new found jumping capabilities, that the other side lead to a giant bowl of chocolate cake.
having the brick in hand what else was there to do but throw it… we threw the bricks up in the air with a child’s laughter and abandon, not knowing they were soon to come down on top of our heads…
red falling into an abyss and following the Queen of Spades SLAM! Ouch I got hit by the wall. Man oh man oh man. I think it’s like the roofs. The roofs outside my window in my bad view–at least it isn’t actually bricks. that would be even more unpleasant. Brick red is a better red than fireengine. Except for lip stick.
Thick as a brick comes to mind. Old term for a walkie talkie.
Wall. Brick walls represent sturdiness and hopelessness. Bricks are heavy. They are also red. Crayola has a color called, “Brick”. Bricks are made of stone and probably were invented in Ancient Mesopotamia. BLAHAHAHAhAHhHHHHH.
the brick wall, it rose so high, so tall, it clocked out the sun. and it separated us from the rest of the world. the dry desert sun bore down and all was could ever wonder was, what grew beyond that wall? our imagination couldn’t even fathom because we had been stuck from so long.
Wait, there’s only one word? What a rip-off.
What the fuck I’m not sure if I am supposed to talk about a brick, or tell a story about a brick. Bricks are pretty cool. OH I took a picture of a brick wall the other day, and it looked like an optical illusion, sort of, because there was a spot that jutted out but it all looked like one wall that changed the brick layout suddenly… Oh snap.
big red dick
When walking on the streets of New York it’s always important to look out for falling bricks. Once i read about this guy who got a brick on his head. he was never the same again, even after several visits to the hospital.
Brick a sturdy place, that can build houses,that
Hhold people together. I’ve always wanted to build something made of brick, and to feel strong
and know it’s not going to waver. God’s like that, my brick house. The saftey no one else can offer. :]
Brickwalls are made out of red bricks. You can give someone a note in a mean manner by tying it to the brick and throwing it through their window. The yellow brick road was in the Wizard of Oz.
I seem to have run into a brick wall and I don’t know how I got there.
wow, brick again. ok brick red brick crumbling brick old houses made of brick with ivy crawling on them. mortar cement brick i think this word is boring. get a new word. brick for the umpteenth time
is red builds things higher and higher and shows the lesser ones how smart we are
to live in houses made of brick
is course rough made from the minerals of the sediments of the particles of the earth
we build because we can
all bricks will return to rubble even
Gerald left the bread in the oven again, a great brick oven that fair skinned Olivia couldn’t get near, even with her eyes shut and papu’s wool mits on.
The little brick house on the corner was worn; not looking well for its years. The bricks were being reused, originally from an old church that was torn down by the owners to salvage the materials. The red squares were obviously chipped in a few places and I thought about the fact that even a coat of paint would not improve the look, it was old and almost beyond repair.
“I’ll take it” I heard myself saying. The old man looked at me and with a smile he yelled “Hey, Euphamia!! Hey, she’s taking it” He looked at me, “full asking price?”, I was about to say yes but had a feeling I could save a few bucks. More for fun than anything, I countered with “how about $5000.00 less?” “twenty-five hundred, half way”.
“Its a deal, when can I take possession?” We shook hands.
Solidly built, strongly constructed. Immobile and stable. But they need protection, a roof and fresh mortar. For even a brick wall can fall. Bricks need stewardship. Be there. Preserve.
He’s tough. He takes a punch and keeps on going, pummeling me with his hamfists. I’m going to lose, I know it. I’m quick, but it doesn’t matter – he has strength and stamina on his side. That’s not going to stop me from staying in the fight, even if he is a brick.
Bricks are red, bricks are brown, they can be good and can be packed with druds. bricks are the best way to transfor
bricks are used as a foundation to constrcut new and exciting buildings. They also can be found in some of the most interesting and historical homes. They come in different colors but their shape is usually about the same
a brick is red. it is the common building block. i love bricks. people trow them through windows. sometims bricks can hurt if they hit your head. porous. send a brick to your friends in the mail. they will be very pleased to open such a uniquegift.
it wasn’t until the sun hit the top of your head. it wasn’t until you turned toward main street that i realized it was over, really. you kicked a piece of brick into the street as you walked away from me and i watched it roll, roll, roll.
les briques jaunes sur le mur, les briques bleues de l’école
Well, they’re bricks. They tend to be red and they’re useful for things like building houses. they’ve generally got a rather rough texture and are porous. Bricks used to be made out of mud and i believe are what the ancient egyptians used to make the buildings that they didn’t make out of stone. I personally liket he way bricks here in Pittsburgh look–they’ve been darkened by the pollution and end up as a dark red-brown.
The old brick house still stands there, you know. Long after my laughter, my play, my innocence has fled the place it stands, bereft of the foliage and beauty that gave it life. All metal and chains, now, cold and dusky and dead and unfeeling. I wish I could bring back the beauty of the days past. Maybe tomorrow?
the brick weighs a ton as it slams upon my body. it is a brick of burden, a weight that cannot be lifted by physical means. it is a metaphorical block, an obstacle that resists the movement of emotional motion. i must fight against this resistance. i must be strong. i can no longer back down.
House. Let it all hang out.
Crumbling mortar.
A simple part of a building or a replace part of a structure – it might be your family, although I doubt it, it might be you in a classroom, it is possible if you haven’t made friends.
In the marketplace today, however, we are all bricks – replaceable by simply the things we do, we are multiple and we are many. We are cheap and we do not care, for some reason.
Red fire bricks that are so brittle they turn a house ugly.
the name of a restaurant in Laramie, Wyoming I believe, or a person who has a thick skull. also could apply to a new home we’re going to build one day for retirement.
all day in my , i mean all i.m saying is i want to tell you what inside i am wanting to tell you but it is so stacked and there is no passage and we are not circles anymore. we are stacked all the way to the top and someone is slipping in the very last one and neither of us can stop it.
Oh, writing about bricks. How silly of us to spend our time writing about bricks. I don’t know really. Bricks tend to envoke a sense of strength in humans, but have you ever considered what a brick really is? it’s a single object that’s basically useless on its own. why, then, do people liken humans to bricks? We’re nothing like them, we’re wonderful, exuberant, phenomenally useful beings on our own.
my father was a mason. his arches are all over the city. sometimes when we were children he would point them out as we drove by.
I was walking down the alley and this one room which was locked. it had a keyhole as, i looked through it and it was another alley, i could see for a long distance. another bricked wall!
and i am your.