The path in front of her stretched out like an obstacle course. She could see dauntingly high walls, andd ominously thick trees. A sudden fear raced through he body, but vanished as quickly as it came when he slipped his hand around hers.
A course is a lesson. A lesson on any arbitrary subject, be it math or cooking. It is with courses that we learn and progress; making courses perhaps the most important thing we can have.
I hadn’t played golf since I was fifteen and my coked up father took me up there and tried to rape me after a few swings but something told me I was going to remember this match because I had the definite intention of smashing a damn champagne bottle over his 78 year old head.
Of course; off course; interesting use of similar thematics and the same verbal expresion to refer to totaly diferent ways of bieng. Right or left? How about into the horizon? @.@
I revved the golf cart over the hill. The scream of the caddy I had clipped near the sandtrap had finally started to fade behind me. I could see him in front of the lake, making smug small talk with my wife. I knew what they had done! I grabbed my club and swung as I swerved near.
stay on course. its the only way to the end. they will say but stray the path and it makes the end so much sweeter.pre made courses & plans will help you get there but cutting your own course will make it fun
Rolling fields are trampled and turned to mud, brown where green once was. Rainwater decides its course. It cuts paths down the slopes of once vibrant hills, swirling in small rivers into the valley.
The adrenaline coursed through her veins as she took the wheel. 16 and so naive. Driving this beat up Blue Buick Regal to the dumpster and back everyday was her little slice of freedom. She turned up the radio, rolled down the windows and pulled out of her driveway. Savoring the 5 minutes of freedom that taking out the trash earned her every day.
The course was clear and green and the sky was a bright cloudless blue. It was so early still and the air still had its early morning scent and feel to it. My new shoes, still not quite broken in, stepped out onto the crisp grass, and I leaned on my driver, ready for a good day.
The obvious lingo escapes me but the timer begins its countdown and the course has been determined. I turn slowly. The sun has barely begun its trajectory upward; the waves have a pinkish cast to them that is sure to fade as early morning heat casts off the last glimmers of night.
It fallows a pouring path above golden grains flailing forward wading the wind sun shining behind cotton clouds barreling its way through like eroding embers in time parting wicked waves to help you along your wondering ways.
The course of our lives is never certain. Even the most simplistic of ideals cannot be counted on. We dream in colors and the path of our experiences reflects and balances this uncertainty. We each seek rest, seek the comfort of the absolute and the things that are eternally ours.
The golf course looked innocent enough. Unnaturally green grass across an unnaturally flat turf. The detective leaned over the flag at the ninth hole, which was impaled through the chest of a fifty-two-year-old man who had arrived the previous day to play eighteen holes.
It’s inevitable. I mean of course I will come. There’s just a few small details that I need to sort out first. Like, your address. Have you ever even told me your address? I think you said you lived near a building with a golden dome. But you never said where.
college. or meal. I like lots of courses, as long as I don’t get too full. I am full. Of alcohol. Does alcohol count as a course? of course. it has lots of calories, of course. The best things in life have lots of calories. Courses, couldn’t live with em not without em. or something.
I have taken many courses throughout my life. Most of them have been beneficial to my learning and has added to my teaching. There are many more courses I would like to take, but get overwhelmed at times trying to decide which direction I should be going.
His beard was course against my cheeks. It had been so many years since a man had kissed me, I’d completely forgotten the sensation that came with the desire. When he kissed me, the surprise of cheek to cheek rub was almost shocking!
Those mandatory courses we have to take in school, they sometimes bore me to death. It makes me wonder why I chose what I chose. Was my course of action the best thing I could have done? Of course, there’s no way to find out now, so I’ll just finish the course that leads to graduation.
The blanket was coarse, and the night cold. I lay on the straw and clutched her tightly to my chest. In this barn, and this barn alone, our private world, could we truly be who we were. Only here could we admit to our love, and share kisses…
if i controlled the war, we’d kill ’em with kindness, off course, we’d travel into the grit, marching one foot after the other, and we’d make their beds, hold their babies, help with the dishes, and smile until they couldn’t help but drop their guns, and help us dry
is crooked and I can’t think to go straight. It never meant for it to veer or curve or fork. I didn’t get why the sign was rusted, I couldn’t read what it said.
of course you love me, of course you don’t know why you are not ready, of course you will never forget me, of course i understand, of course i don’t, of course
i dropped my knife. the memories came flooding back to me when i saw the face i had seen so many times in the past. it was gentle, fleeting, and it beckoned to me. i couldn’t resist. the adrenaline coursed through my veins as i watched my former self quickly return.
of course i wanted to study underwater basket weaving or mandarin but it seems that perhaps I was destined for something different, maybe the life of a circus acrobat or a politicians wife. Whatever it is I want my name in lights: flashy and neon.
of course we are subversive.
sitting in trees throwing rocks at suv.s
our hair dangling like beautiful vines, all of us intwined with thoughtfullness and love.
this tree, the tree of life.
i think of the word corpse when i hear this word…i can’t tell you why. but over the course of my lifetime i grew from disliking him, to loving him. my brother, that is. and loving him in a brother to sister way…wow….awkward.
Of course it was too good to be true. Of course I missed the plane. Of course I spent an extra hour, thirty minutes, and twenty-two seconds talking with an old friend. Of course I couldn’t catch a taxi to save my life. Of course I had to see you with your arm wrapped protectively around a Paris-Hilton look-a-like. But you know, at least I have an excuse to not marry you now.
The course was a tricky one. Ten feet high ropes. Gravity is a bitch. All I wanted was everything to be over. For the twisting ropes to let go of my arms and free me from their grips. I hate being tied down.
Stay on course, allowing the current to lead you to interesting paths, so long as you stay on course. Be aware of what the “river” presents you as you may learn much from it. And by all means have FUN and be happy while you are on your course.
I met her on the golf course. She was wearing a very peculiar and eccentric outfit that I secretly adored. I thought if I had to talk to her I might start shaking. I then also remembered that I don’t golf.
The course of everything is anything you want it to be. Just be the conductor of the train that is your life and soar over everyone and everything. By existing, you have that right to do so. It doesn’t matter who or what you are. Take everything you have and throw it away. Bring yourself and yourself alone for the journey that is your life.
Many people believe their lives to follow a set series of events. They refer to this as a course. The course of events is affected by their actions, luck, and the actions of others. To some people, this is obvious and makes complete sense. To others, it is ..
of course we shall run the course in the correct course of time. the course of our life takes us so many different directions it is almost impossible to follow much like many of these paragraphs of random thought.
a path. you need to follow your course. the wind lows a boat off course. slowly with time, it is brought back on course. a little girl licks her finger, sticks it out. the wind is blowing in the direction of the north.
of course. no doubt. but still.. in the back of my mind there is still that sliver that has a feeling that things won’t work out. how many days left? 2.. 3.. maybe 4? long enough? not sure.
The path in front of her stretched out like an obstacle course. She could see dauntingly high walls, andd ominously thick trees. A sudden fear raced through he body, but vanished as quickly as it came when he slipped his hand around hers.
A course is a lesson. A lesson on any arbitrary subject, be it math or cooking. It is with courses that we learn and progress; making courses perhaps the most important thing we can have.
I hadn’t played golf since I was fifteen and my coked up father took me up there and tried to rape me after a few swings but something told me I was going to remember this match because I had the definite intention of smashing a damn champagne bottle over his 78 year old head.
Of course; off course; interesting use of similar thematics and the same verbal expresion to refer to totaly diferent ways of bieng. Right or left? How about into the horizon? @.@
I revved the golf cart over the hill. The scream of the caddy I had clipped near the sandtrap had finally started to fade behind me. I could see him in front of the lake, making smug small talk with my wife. I knew what they had done! I grabbed my club and swung as I swerved near.
stay on course. its the only way to the end. they will say but stray the path and it makes the end so much sweeter.pre made courses & plans will help you get there but cutting your own course will make it fun
Rolling fields are trampled and turned to mud, brown where green once was. Rainwater decides its course. It cuts paths down the slopes of once vibrant hills, swirling in small rivers into the valley.
The adrenaline coursed through her veins as she took the wheel. 16 and so naive. Driving this beat up Blue Buick Regal to the dumpster and back everyday was her little slice of freedom. She turned up the radio, rolled down the windows and pulled out of her driveway. Savoring the 5 minutes of freedom that taking out the trash earned her every day.
The course was clear and green and the sky was a bright cloudless blue. It was so early still and the air still had its early morning scent and feel to it. My new shoes, still not quite broken in, stepped out onto the crisp grass, and I leaned on my driver, ready for a good day.
The obvious lingo escapes me but the timer begins its countdown and the course has been determined. I turn slowly. The sun has barely begun its trajectory upward; the waves have a pinkish cast to them that is sure to fade as early morning heat casts off the last glimmers of night.
It fallows a pouring path above golden grains flailing forward wading the wind sun shining behind cotton clouds barreling its way through like eroding embers in time parting wicked waves to help you along your wondering ways.
The course of our lives is never certain. Even the most simplistic of ideals cannot be counted on. We dream in colors and the path of our experiences reflects and balances this uncertainty. We each seek rest, seek the comfort of the absolute and the things that are eternally ours.
The golf course looked innocent enough. Unnaturally green grass across an unnaturally flat turf. The detective leaned over the flag at the ninth hole, which was impaled through the chest of a fifty-two-year-old man who had arrived the previous day to play eighteen holes.
college
It’s inevitable. I mean of course I will come. There’s just a few small details that I need to sort out first. Like, your address. Have you ever even told me your address? I think you said you lived near a building with a golden dome. But you never said where.
Of course I love you and want to have a child with you
college. or meal. I like lots of courses, as long as I don’t get too full. I am full. Of alcohol. Does alcohol count as a course? of course. it has lots of calories, of course. The best things in life have lots of calories. Courses, couldn’t live with em not without em. or something.
I have taken many courses throughout my life. Most of them have been beneficial to my learning and has added to my teaching. There are many more courses I would like to take, but get overwhelmed at times trying to decide which direction I should be going.
His beard was course against my cheeks. It had been so many years since a man had kissed me, I’d completely forgotten the sensation that came with the desire. When he kissed me, the surprise of cheek to cheek rub was almost shocking!
Those mandatory courses we have to take in school, they sometimes bore me to death. It makes me wonder why I chose what I chose. Was my course of action the best thing I could have done? Of course, there’s no way to find out now, so I’ll just finish the course that leads to graduation.
The blanket was coarse, and the night cold. I lay on the straw and clutched her tightly to my chest. In this barn, and this barn alone, our private world, could we truly be who we were. Only here could we admit to our love, and share kisses…
if i controlled the war, we’d kill ’em with kindness, off course, we’d travel into the grit, marching one foot after the other, and we’d make their beds, hold their babies, help with the dishes, and smile until they couldn’t help but drop their guns, and help us dry
is crooked and I can’t think to go straight. It never meant for it to veer or curve or fork. I didn’t get why the sign was rusted, I couldn’t read what it said.
of course you love me, of course you don’t know why you are not ready, of course you will never forget me, of course i understand, of course i don’t, of course
i dropped my knife. the memories came flooding back to me when i saw the face i had seen so many times in the past. it was gentle, fleeting, and it beckoned to me. i couldn’t resist. the adrenaline coursed through my veins as i watched my former self quickly return.
of course i wanted to study underwater basket weaving or mandarin but it seems that perhaps I was destined for something different, maybe the life of a circus acrobat or a politicians wife. Whatever it is I want my name in lights: flashy and neon.
of course we are subversive.
sitting in trees throwing rocks at suv.s
our hair dangling like beautiful vines, all of us intwined with thoughtfullness and love.
this tree, the tree of life.
i think of the word corpse when i hear this word…i can’t tell you why. but over the course of my lifetime i grew from disliking him, to loving him. my brother, that is. and loving him in a brother to sister way…wow….awkward.
Of course it was too good to be true. Of course I missed the plane. Of course I spent an extra hour, thirty minutes, and twenty-two seconds talking with an old friend. Of course I couldn’t catch a taxi to save my life. Of course I had to see you with your arm wrapped protectively around a Paris-Hilton look-a-like. But you know, at least I have an excuse to not marry you now.
The course was a tricky one. Ten feet high ropes. Gravity is a bitch. All I wanted was everything to be over. For the twisting ropes to let go of my arms and free me from their grips. I hate being tied down.
Stay on course, allowing the current to lead you to interesting paths, so long as you stay on course. Be aware of what the “river” presents you as you may learn much from it. And by all means have FUN and be happy while you are on your course.
Of course –
the course of the night
led to intercourse she would grow to regret
but of course
she didn’t know that then.
The course isn’t always straight and narrow. But then again, it’s usually enough. Things generally turn out well in the end.
Of course it hit me.
You threw the damn thing.
Oh, you’re so sorry,
you’re so sorry, yeah.
Apologies don’t scare blood.
Of course it hit me.
You threw the damned thing.
I met her on the golf course. She was wearing a very peculiar and eccentric outfit that I secretly adored. I thought if I had to talk to her I might start shaking. I then also remembered that I don’t golf.
The course of everything is anything you want it to be. Just be the conductor of the train that is your life and soar over everyone and everything. By existing, you have that right to do so. It doesn’t matter who or what you are. Take everything you have and throw it away. Bring yourself and yourself alone for the journey that is your life.
Many people believe their lives to follow a set series of events. They refer to this as a course. The course of events is affected by their actions, luck, and the actions of others. To some people, this is obvious and makes complete sense. To others, it is ..
of course we shall run the course in the correct course of time. the course of our life takes us so many different directions it is almost impossible to follow much like many of these paragraphs of random thought.
a path. you need to follow your course. the wind lows a boat off course. slowly with time, it is brought back on course. a little girl licks her finger, sticks it out. the wind is blowing in the direction of the north.
of course. no doubt. but still.. in the back of my mind there is still that sliver that has a feeling that things won’t work out. how many days left? 2.. 3.. maybe 4? long enough? not sure.