circles are never ending and they are also round i like circles because they remind me of the circles under karl’s eyes and he has the prettiest eyes (…nose, mouth, lips, ears) in the world. it makes me sad sometimes because he looks like he’s really tired every day but he’s also the most beautiful person i’ve ever laid eyes on. eyes are circles as well and they’re deep and everlasting just like a regular circle, unless you lose an eye, then you could get a glass eye which is circular as well.
All I felt were circles spinning around my head,
dizzy sensation
I tried to keep myself together, but I just kept getting pulled
further and further away.
I can’t take this stress any longer!
Perfect and never-ending. Like the best friends in high school, or the classic “high school couple” marriage lasting for over seventy years. But some thing must come to an end. Like teenaged pregnancies, smoking and drinking addictions, and animal/child abuse.
these circles are so confusing i can’t think how should i deal with them. It was so obvious that these circles have to be connected in certain ways. Still, I can’t think of anything useful or brilliant. So I just stand there without doing anything. Well, nothing to think, I am confused. Hm, well..
Around and around. I remember looking at her and seeing the circles under her eyes. She looked tired. At the moment I couldn’t figure out how I felt about her. I held some contempt for her but I also didn’t want to hurt her. She was my sister. I loved her.
there are so many before her eyes. His testicles, for one, but the ones she was thinking about came when he slapped her. She inhaled quickly and they weren’t stars that she saw, like some people would say, but circles. Red and blue, there were so many before her eyes.
it was the circles i saw in the sky. just circles. the clouds? the plane went up and down. it was smooth and beautiful. he took my hand and said: “look.. someone is happy”. i smiled and stared at the sky.
when I think of round things (circles) I think of the cycle from beginning to end and how it relates to the cyclical nature of history, constantly repeating itself over and over again because we humans never pay enough attention to learn from past mistakes. Rather, we are solely concentrated on selfishly advancing ourselves and nothing more.
Cirlces are round inatimate objects in which we can see much. circles through a camera, circles of maturity and fertility, circles that give us life. Circles are a greater part of our universe, from the sun to the outermost region of our universe.
I am going round in circes like Peter Sarstedt the circles of your mind and something about windmills.
360 degrees of separation. Through the round window.
circles and dots are all lovely and round and everything, but sometimes things with no points are just too uncertain. I just wish that they would end so that I could explain them. Why must we just go on and on with no corners in sight to look forward to?
circles and dots are all lovely and round and everything, but sometimes things with no points are just too uncertain. I just wish that they would end so that I could explain them. Why must we just go on and on with no corners in sight to look forward to?
lsd, or the natural state I would view them, would show me an infinitude of colors on every one, each with their own distinct laugh. And they all knew the future.
Circles are perfect. No beginning, no end. No history, but no future, either. Wait a minute. Maybe they’re not so perfect. Maybe they’re just precise and uptight and closed to new ideas. Maybe that wild, unpredictable trapezoid in the corner is actually more perfect in its very imperfection.
circles are confusing because you end up wherever you’ve begun. which is contradictory to the point of moving. when one moves, their objective is clear…to leave the place they are in the present. so to leave the place you are, in order to get away from it and to then return to it…baffling.
I can run circles around things… sometimes things that don’t move. Sometimes people that don’t move fast enough! It can be fun, or frustrating, depending on where I’m trying to end up. But soft edges make sure it’s not to harsh.
I like circles even if it seems you end up where you started, it’s a good journey.
I generally like circles, they are an aesthetically pleasing shape, very natural very pretty and unassuming. But I loathe going in them, being trapped, because the circle is the one time when going forward gets you nowhere, and lets you know that it is time to step off of the beaten path.
I stood in the circle, surrounded by those who came before, lost in an isolation so deep that i didn’t know which way to turn for solice. Time was intangeable, fleeting, gone before I knew that it had past. It became a memory of that which was, a goal for that which could be.
neverending symbols, representing eternity and immortaility, hand in hand with the one that completes you, in the end, utter perfection, is not supposed to fit in human mind, that’s why you can never know the exact surface…
round things, pi, circumfrence equals pi *r 2 circles are everywhere, 2 dimensional form of a sphere. have no begging nor ending. I think I spelled circumfrence wrong.
I was running in circles; all of the freakin’ trees looked the same! It didn’t help that there was that creepy man following me. Chasing me.
Boy oh boy, was I in trouble.
one day I saw a circle in the sky. I stared at it from a distance and eventually learned that it was the sun. From then on I was blind. I learned never to look at the sun without sunglasses. My mistake. I’ll be paying for it for the rest of my life. Curse me for being so intrigued by circles
Round and round in circles the little girls danced when they sang ring around the roses.
their laughter pierced the late afternoon air and the old lady in her backyard smiled when she heard them.
How she missed playing little childish games with no worries. Now, old, gray and bent from arthritis, she could hardly stand to plant a few flowers anymore. Everything just hurt.
Circles. I was going round in circles. Where had I been? Where was I going? I didn’t know. I’d been here before, many times before – I could see the marks I had left earlier.
i love circles they are small but they are huge and they dont have rules but to stay moving
they say you are perfect or broken but no one can make you and so no one has seen you.
the cannot make you so how can they judge.
they are the most butifull form in nature. so real. so strong. cant be broken, cant be bent. they are perfect. All my life I feel I was running in circles. always finding myself again and again at the same spot.
circles are round look like eyes at times or sports accessories like basketballs, baseballs, soccer balls. they could also be the planets, moons or the aureola of woman’s breast. circles are pleasant as tehy have no beginning and no end, just continually going around and round
i feel like my life keep going in circles. it just is a never ending circle. i keep repeating the bad habits, and choices over and over again. i dont like living in this circle, but i dont know how to get out. theres no exit. its a one way street, a never ending one way street. i feel like time is closing in on me. my life is just a circle
Circles are difficult to categorise. They are the only shape made with just one line. They never start. They never end.
It reminds me too much of my life. Always struggling to get through, always meaning to do things, but never starting.
in circles we run all about our daily lives. Trying to find in some form our final destination, yet we never make it and in circles we run, finding ourselves at the beginning where we began, maybe last night, maybe yesterday, or perhaps two hundred years ago. We are in circles, forever.
circles like these rings of drawings on pieces of paper thats all i see and then from that there are teh circles that come out of you and duplicate in the sea when you dive in or spinning some kind of expression of freedom, this spinning that doesn’t fall into any categories. circles are holes. ongoing. all i can hear are the words of the song.
circles are round and resemble lots of things, I guess. like oranges and such. I like oranges, especially orange juice. I hate it when an orange is overly ripe or not ripe enough, and it’s always goddamn impossible to tell based on the look alone. If the peel is orange, it’s supposed ot be good to eat, but I don’t think so. Fuck that.
circles are never ending and they are also round i like circles because they remind me of the circles under karl’s eyes and he has the prettiest eyes (…nose, mouth, lips, ears) in the world. it makes me sad sometimes because he looks like he’s really tired every day but he’s also the most beautiful person i’ve ever laid eyes on. eyes are circles as well and they’re deep and everlasting just like a regular circle, unless you lose an eye, then you could get a glass eye which is circular as well.
All I felt were circles spinning around my head,
dizzy sensation
I tried to keep myself together, but I just kept getting pulled
further and further away.
I can’t take this stress any longer!
Perfect and never-ending. Like the best friends in high school, or the classic “high school couple” marriage lasting for over seventy years. But some thing must come to an end. Like teenaged pregnancies, smoking and drinking addictions, and animal/child abuse.
these circles are so confusing i can’t think how should i deal with them. It was so obvious that these circles have to be connected in certain ways. Still, I can’t think of anything useful or brilliant. So I just stand there without doing anything. Well, nothing to think, I am confused. Hm, well..
round objects.
Around and around. I remember looking at her and seeing the circles under her eyes. She looked tired. At the moment I couldn’t figure out how I felt about her. I held some contempt for her but I also didn’t want to hurt her. She was my sister. I loved her.
there are so many before her eyes. His testicles, for one, but the ones she was thinking about came when he slapped her. She inhaled quickly and they weren’t stars that she saw, like some people would say, but circles. Red and blue, there were so many before her eyes.
it was the circles i saw in the sky. just circles. the clouds? the plane went up and down. it was smooth and beautiful. he took my hand and said: “look.. someone is happy”. i smiled and stared at the sky.
when I think of round things (circles) I think of the cycle from beginning to end and how it relates to the cyclical nature of history, constantly repeating itself over and over again because we humans never pay enough attention to learn from past mistakes. Rather, we are solely concentrated on selfishly advancing ourselves and nothing more.
they spiraled around me in a myriad of colors. big small tall short weird weird weird.
I blinked, but the circles still stayed there, flapping around the edges of my peripheral consciousness.
then I remembered that the fight was still on, the I couldn’t let a single punch take me out, that I had to keep going.
but the circles just kept swirling behind my bloodied eyelids.
Cirlces are round inatimate objects in which we can see much. circles through a camera, circles of maturity and fertility, circles that give us life. Circles are a greater part of our universe, from the sun to the outermost region of our universe.
I am going round in circes like Peter Sarstedt the circles of your mind and something about windmills.
360 degrees of separation. Through the round window.
circles and dots are all lovely and round and everything, but sometimes things with no points are just too uncertain. I just wish that they would end so that I could explain them. Why must we just go on and on with no corners in sight to look forward to?
circles and dots are all lovely and round and everything, but sometimes things with no points are just too uncertain. I just wish that they would end so that I could explain them. Why must we just go on and on with no corners in sight to look forward to?
lsd, or the natural state I would view them, would show me an infinitude of colors on every one, each with their own distinct laugh. And they all knew the future.
Circles are perfect. No beginning, no end. No history, but no future, either. Wait a minute. Maybe they’re not so perfect. Maybe they’re just precise and uptight and closed to new ideas. Maybe that wild, unpredictable trapezoid in the corner is actually more perfect in its very imperfection.
rings globes hool-a-hoops marry go rounds tea pots storm cups
circles are not encouraged. try going in a straight line, my friend.
the supposed straight white line in front of him reminded him of something else, something reminiscent of late.
ubiquitous alarms of straight! straight! straight! exploded in his head.
back to going round in circles.
circles are confusing because you end up wherever you’ve begun. which is contradictory to the point of moving. when one moves, their objective is clear…to leave the place they are in the present. so to leave the place you are, in order to get away from it and to then return to it…baffling.
I can run circles around things… sometimes things that don’t move. Sometimes people that don’t move fast enough! It can be fun, or frustrating, depending on where I’m trying to end up. But soft edges make sure it’s not to harsh.
I like circles even if it seems you end up where you started, it’s a good journey.
I generally like circles, they are an aesthetically pleasing shape, very natural very pretty and unassuming. But I loathe going in them, being trapped, because the circle is the one time when going forward gets you nowhere, and lets you know that it is time to step off of the beaten path.
I stood in the circle, surrounded by those who came before, lost in an isolation so deep that i didn’t know which way to turn for solice. Time was intangeable, fleeting, gone before I knew that it had past. It became a memory of that which was, a goal for that which could be.
neverending symbols, representing eternity and immortaility, hand in hand with the one that completes you, in the end, utter perfection, is not supposed to fit in human mind, that’s why you can never know the exact surface…
round things, pi, circumfrence equals pi *r 2 circles are everywhere, 2 dimensional form of a sphere. have no begging nor ending. I think I spelled circumfrence wrong.
I was running in circles; all of the freakin’ trees looked the same! It didn’t help that there was that creepy man following me. Chasing me.
Boy oh boy, was I in trouble.
one day I saw a circle in the sky. I stared at it from a distance and eventually learned that it was the sun. From then on I was blind. I learned never to look at the sun without sunglasses. My mistake. I’ll be paying for it for the rest of my life. Curse me for being so intrigued by circles
Round and round in circles the little girls danced when they sang ring around the roses.
their laughter pierced the late afternoon air and the old lady in her backyard smiled when she heard them.
How she missed playing little childish games with no worries. Now, old, gray and bent from arthritis, she could hardly stand to plant a few flowers anymore. Everything just hurt.
You don’t really know what a circle is, until you’ve stepped out of one.
Circles. I was going round in circles. Where had I been? Where was I going? I didn’t know. I’d been here before, many times before – I could see the marks I had left earlier.
i love circles they are small but they are huge and they dont have rules but to stay moving
they say you are perfect or broken but no one can make you and so no one has seen you.
the cannot make you so how can they judge.
they are the most butifull form in nature. so real. so strong. cant be broken, cant be bent. they are perfect. All my life I feel I was running in circles. always finding myself again and again at the same spot.
Follow in the circles I dance, round and round we go. No beginning and no end, we circle for eternity. Spin about and once again follow in my rounds.
circles are round look like eyes at times or sports accessories like basketballs, baseballs, soccer balls. they could also be the planets, moons or the aureola of woman’s breast. circles are pleasant as tehy have no beginning and no end, just continually going around and round
i feel like my life keep going in circles. it just is a never ending circle. i keep repeating the bad habits, and choices over and over again. i dont like living in this circle, but i dont know how to get out. theres no exit. its a one way street, a never ending one way street. i feel like time is closing in on me. my life is just a circle
Circles are difficult to categorise. They are the only shape made with just one line. They never start. They never end.
It reminds me too much of my life. Always struggling to get through, always meaning to do things, but never starting.
in circles we run all about our daily lives. Trying to find in some form our final destination, yet we never make it and in circles we run, finding ourselves at the beginning where we began, maybe last night, maybe yesterday, or perhaps two hundred years ago. We are in circles, forever.
are an amazing way to come back around.
circles like these rings of drawings on pieces of paper thats all i see and then from that there are teh circles that come out of you and duplicate in the sea when you dive in or spinning some kind of expression of freedom, this spinning that doesn’t fall into any categories. circles are holes. ongoing. all i can hear are the words of the song.
circles are round and resemble lots of things, I guess. like oranges and such. I like oranges, especially orange juice. I hate it when an orange is overly ripe or not ripe enough, and it’s always goddamn impossible to tell based on the look alone. If the peel is orange, it’s supposed ot be good to eat, but I don’t think so. Fuck that.
Round oh so round. Like a woman’s boob. like testicles. like oranges.