The crane stopped, but the heavy hook on the end kept swinging. I felt like I was watching a pendulum, counting down the time I had. Why am I wasting my life here? This pile of rubbage is less than me.
He craned his neck for a better look at the situation. The new angle didn’t really help though. It looked hopless from any perspective. He looked over at his compainion. Maurice just shruged and Jason wanted to hit him.
I once liked cranes when i was a child, but now im pity that i hate them. cranes mean buildings by mankind.. big buildings, and i like farms, wooden buildings and nature. now i dont like big machines anymore
It stood by the sriver side, silohetted in the dimming sunshine. The shadowns engulfed it. Alone it towered it neck towards the lonely sky and pondered.
the bird looked up from the water at me when i was young. i was in the middle of the woods, it was freezing and i couldn’t move. how did i get to this pond, how could i go home, and then the bird saw me move. i shuttered from the cold and watched it fly off.
when i think of this word, i think of those huge white birds i sometimes see at the creek. they always just stand there. i rarely ever see them fly. what mysterious birds, eh? what is their purpose? don’t they get bored standing there? i almost envy them. no responsibility. it must be nice.
Is a crane the same as a heron? I don’t know the difference. I rather like big cranes that help to build tall buildings. I never know how they do the balancing thing with lumps of concrete but trust that someone else does. Otherwise stuff would fall on our heads.
goose billed duckasaurus from fuckwad canada named fred. he sleeps around with all the women and men and they think he stinks. sometimes he spells words wrong several times. it sucks to do that. backspace button should be broken by now. i hit it too much
Operations about some type of bird device. It’s like feathers and machinery’s perfect mixture. Long elegant feathers and steel beams. I could only wish that I could get a permit to dive it.
I was walking to class the other day. They are always doing construction on my campus. I never get to enjoy the serenity of nature, there is always something being torn down, erected or moved.
The crane was big and yellow, hovering over the large, imposing building, even more imposing. The metal ball swung to and fro, in upside down arcs. As the mechanic prepared to make the final, deadly swing, a crane, its wings spread wide, flew over the bulldozing site, casting a long dark shadow over it.
sergie could fold one in five seconds flat. he had learned to do it at an early age and, eventually, when he had mastered the skill he gathered together the sixty that he had made in practice and folded 940 more using each and every piece of paper that he could find and, when he was done, made a wish which, much to his disappointment, never came true.
The room of cranes
is always empty
thousands tears and hundred screams
they can hear you, they can see you
haunting you even in your dreams
they’re right behind you,
don’t turn back,
or please be deaf before you die.
The long white neck stretched over the cattails in the swamp. Some people called it a crane. To me, it was an egret. Nothing in the world was as elegant as an egret reaching as far as it could into the mist of the sunrise.
Paulie was workin’ his day job, y’know? Fughetaboutit… anyway, he’s in this crane, see, and he’s liftin’ this HEAVY fuckin bar, and all of a sudden, BOOM! Indigestion. Paulie… gotta feel bad for the guy. Eh, fughetaboutit.
a crane is a swan-like bird with a long neck. they are somewhat like swans except they are more beast. cranes attack people over chocolate ice cream cones and can also EAT PEOPLE ALIVE!! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE THE CRANE REBELLION IS STARTING!!
crane is yellow tall big and fucking mechanical. you use a crane for construction work to move heavy things. Cranes are made by caterpillar. i want to climb one one day.
paper cranes are beautiful, and gorgeous. I learned to fold them years and years ago. It’s amazing. When I was a child, I read a small book called Sadako and the Thousand paper cranes, where a girl, Sadako, was diagnosed with leukemia from the nuclear bombsi n the 40s.Her classmates folded 1000 paper cranes to grant her a wish, but she died before they were delivered.
cawwww oh wait thats a crow ><
the crane looked out to the horizon and said to his son “see that line? that is where this world ends and the other begins.”
duh
mndhky;l
i dont know what is its meaning
The crane stopped, but the heavy hook on the end kept swinging. I felt like I was watching a pendulum, counting down the time I had. Why am I wasting my life here? This pile of rubbage is less than me.
I’m watching Fraiser as we speak. Watching him struggle through another episode – he’s so awkward, and I connect with it.
Ah, Fraiser Crane, or rather, Niles Crane…
You make day-time TV a little less painful.
Why thank you.
He craned his neck for a better look at the situation. The new angle didn’t really help though. It looked hopless from any perspective. He looked over at his compainion. Maurice just shruged and Jason wanted to hit him.
A lesson in photography was given to me. I was to photograph white paper cranes on a white background. I folded 50 that day.
paper cranes
“Crane,” se hy. “Een van die grootste kroeks in ons geledere.”
Ek kyk na hom. Hy behoort te weet – hy werk elke dag met sulke skelms.
“Waarvan word hy aangekla?”
“Mafia. Moord, roof, uitbuiting, afpersing – noem dit en hy het dit gedoen.”
word
White flowers bloom by the water’s edge, matching the plumage of the bird that glides over the glorious, still lake.
the boy on the shore thinks they symbolize hope.
He thinks they hope for him.
we can crane our neck to try and see what someone else has or we can relax and be content with what we ourselves have
I once liked cranes when i was a child, but now im pity that i hate them. cranes mean buildings by mankind.. big buildings, and i like farms, wooden buildings and nature. now i dont like big machines anymore
It stood by the sriver side, silohetted in the dimming sunshine. The shadowns engulfed it. Alone it towered it neck towards the lonely sky and pondered.
There is a crane in my back yard.
Am I dreaming?
“You idiot!” Why did you park the crane in the back yard?” My husband stands next to me, craning his neck over my shoulder to see it.
“I don’t remember!” I cried.
the bird looked up from the water at me when i was young. i was in the middle of the woods, it was freezing and i couldn’t move. how did i get to this pond, how could i go home, and then the bird saw me move. i shuttered from the cold and watched it fly off.
what the crane!
when i think of this word, i think of those huge white birds i sometimes see at the creek. they always just stand there. i rarely ever see them fly. what mysterious birds, eh? what is their purpose? don’t they get bored standing there? i almost envy them. no responsibility. it must be nice.
I crane my neck and
write your name
I’ll be your crane wife if
you’ll be my black swan
I love you
I love you.
Is a crane the same as a heron? I don’t know the difference. I rather like big cranes that help to build tall buildings. I never know how they do the balancing thing with lumps of concrete but trust that someone else does. Otherwise stuff would fall on our heads.
Le vol des oiseaux. Debout au dessus du vide, c’
goose billed duckasaurus from fuckwad canada named fred. he sleeps around with all the women and men and they think he stinks. sometimes he spells words wrong several times. it sucks to do that. backspace button should be broken by now. i hit it too much
Il y a beaucoup de personnages qui me fascinent dans la litt
Operations about some type of bird device. It’s like feathers and machinery’s perfect mixture. Long elegant feathers and steel beams. I could only wish that I could get a permit to dive it.
she stooped like a crane over the dog’s dish and picked it up, frowning. “This beautiful piece is tarnished and rusty”
“It’s ok” I offered, “it’s just a dog dish”
I was walking to class the other day. They are always doing construction on my campus. I never get to enjoy the serenity of nature, there is always something being torn down, erected or moved.
And they use a big crane to do it.
The crane was big and yellow, hovering over the large, imposing building, even more imposing. The metal ball swung to and fro, in upside down arcs. As the mechanic prepared to make the final, deadly swing, a crane, its wings spread wide, flew over the bulldozing site, casting a long dark shadow over it.
sergie could fold one in five seconds flat. he had learned to do it at an early age and, eventually, when he had mastered the skill he gathered together the sixty that he had made in practice and folded 940 more using each and every piece of paper that he could find and, when he was done, made a wish which, much to his disappointment, never came true.
The room of cranes
is always empty
thousands tears and hundred screams
they can hear you, they can see you
haunting you even in your dreams
they’re right behind you,
don’t turn back,
or please be deaf before you die.
The long white neck stretched over the cattails in the swamp. Some people called it a crane. To me, it was an egret. Nothing in the world was as elegant as an egret reaching as far as it could into the mist of the sunrise.
Paulie was workin’ his day job, y’know? Fughetaboutit… anyway, he’s in this crane, see, and he’s liftin’ this HEAVY fuckin bar, and all of a sudden, BOOM! Indigestion. Paulie… gotta feel bad for the guy. Eh, fughetaboutit.
is a large bird
a tool previously incomprehensible to ancient builders, has now become a key factor in the development of today’s society.
long
steel
person
driver
drop
pick up
bird
light
fly
machinery
crane
a crane is a swan-like bird with a long neck. they are somewhat like swans except they are more beast. cranes attack people over chocolate ice cream cones and can also EAT PEOPLE ALIVE!! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE THE CRANE REBELLION IS STARTING!!
crane is yellow tall big and fucking mechanical. you use a crane for construction work to move heavy things. Cranes are made by caterpillar. i want to climb one one day.
paper cranes are beautiful, and gorgeous. I learned to fold them years and years ago. It’s amazing. When I was a child, I read a small book called Sadako and the Thousand paper cranes, where a girl, Sadako, was diagnosed with leukemia from the nuclear bombsi n the 40s.Her classmates folded 1000 paper cranes to grant her a wish, but she died before they were delivered.