Cookie cutouts are generic, bland, and plain – they contain no individuality or uniqueness, and they are uninteresting and forgettable. Unfortunately, many people are like them. Uninteresting. Forgettable. I hope I don’t become one.
My favourite parts of movies always manage to get cutout, and I want them back. I see a preview, and then watch a film waiting to see something funny, or exciting, only to find that it’s been cutout. Put them back.
He was now a cutout, rendered against the thick black frame of the old Victorian doorframe. The dinner party hushed and turned to the light spreading through the threshold of the door; there he was, his body a shadow, a long, curved object in his hand and a shock of black hair catching the light from the next room.
Well there was this one time that I thought I saw a snowflake, yet I was inside. I though that to be be a little strange. I picked it up and saw: it was a cutout.
cutout hearts
plastic hearts
fake hearts
fake people
beautiful people
real people
down to earth people
cutout world
with cutthroaght people
what a lovely life
Joey Gladstone once said, “cut…it…out.” He was a wise man. That being said, I miss that guy. We need more Joey Gladstones in the world. Primarily ones with sweet hockey hair like his.
Icnat see the keys but cutout shit man i dint knw fucj okay cut it out of the page cutout my asshile im si cut out man cut your hair ut of your head free me cut scissors cut opaper n stuff cut it out cut it out cut me mick i cant see anything yur writing cut t it ti cut out
my heart, my soul. i wish there were a reason i can’t hide from the reality that sits around me, the untying of life one stich at a time before me. i cannot stop it. i cannot keep it from loosening it’s grip before me. i watch my self waste away in it’s pending doom. I am not life. i am impending death.
The flakes were falling fast. They looked like the one in my hand. Just paper, my mom says, just paper. I don’t think so. It’s beautiful. Even though it might not be real, its beautiful. I can try.
This little paper doll on my doorstep must have come from far away. A little girl carefully cut it out of the sheet, I can see now where she strayed from the lines in the little paper skirt. I feel sure that her journey should have left her with rumpled clothes and windswept hair, but only the paper shows any signs of damage.
Cutout, as in like when a director tells the actors to stop playing? Or are we talking mroe about something like when the radio suns out of power. Or would it be what hapens when you try to fit in to society, and you have ponytail and youre a guy.
This again? I thought they’d give me a new topic, or something. Honestly. Blarg. Oh well. Back to Andy and his soup cans, along with my Pop-art project. I’m doing a repetition of a specific mask design, it’s pretty bomb right now, actually. Really really cool — though my white on black drawing kinda sucked — along with my oil pastel ones.
I’m doing a cutout for art, actually. We have to do a pop-art project, kinda like Andy Worhol did — we have a poster of his soup can thing up in the class room. They’re all one kind of soup — I can’t remember which kind. It’s kinda weird — like eighty things of the same soup –seriously?
People will cutout thing that people does not need. Everything will be cutout, like in the team, in the business, and sometimes in the grade too. It could be important or sometimes it could cutout something important.
I saw a cutout of a magazine article lying on my desk. The picture showed a woman, her hair was to the side, so as to show a bruise on her left cheek. She had been beaten harshly. I would have felt pity, but I cannot pity myself.
I stare at the cutout of Robert Pattinson, while standing in F.Y.E. What is it with girls these days? I mean he’s not even cute, yet they gush over him why, because he’s a movie star? Or is it because after they saw the movie, they decided to read the book, which describes him as gorgeous, so they delude themselves in to thinking he really is. Wow. Soo pathetic. What has our world come to when people have to find out theres a movie before they read the book? No one nowadays even appreciates the classics, like Harry Potter. Its downright depressing, that is.
I wish I could cutout clothes from drawings like I did for my paper dolls when I was a kid. Then I would be able to draw everything I wanted. Maybe I could draw feasts and cars and people, too!
i have a cut out of a huge a hole in my life. I am sick of always being that person that gets walked all over. I wish I could take a cutout of my life and implant it into somewhere else. Seomwhere thats going to make me happy.
I’d like to cutout of here, that’s what. I’ll have to cut this out if my husband sees it. All of these houses here are like cutout cookies but I am the one in the oven baking. Cutout the shit, that’s what. Only 12 hours thil they cutout of here.
Don’t think. Just write. Write about the word cutout. Cut-out. Like when you carve a piece of yourself and put it up for display in front of the class. A cut out of you, of who you are. A little piece of paper that is supposed to represent something. It’s colored, to look like you. Does it look like you? It looks like a flimsy piece of paper to me.
I have a cutout of her from that magazine I receive each month. Her hair looks very good in the cutout, almost too good. Perfection is only ever achieved in magazines.
i made a cutout of you and took it to all the most important parts of my life, just so i could pretend you were there. unsurprisingly, it didn’t make me miss you less. i still need you here.
One of those things we made in Math class and threw at the teacher. Man those paper ninja stars used to book it far! I miss those days, but I’m a guy that misses a lot of things from time to time.
I CHOOSE TO BE DIFFERENT TO STAND OUT TO LOOK LIKE NO OTHER, EVERYONE EKSE IS JUST A CUTOUT IN THIS SOCIETY, SHAPED AND MOLDED BY THE HANDS OF FASHION GURUS AND SOCIALITES. WHAT DOES THE PERFECT PERSON LOOK LIKE? DOES ANYONE REALLY KNOW. NO BECAUSE THEY ARE ALL THE SAME…. ALL CUTOUTS, CREATED IN FASHIONS NAME
Little falling flakes.
cutout of the sky
the fabric of time
dogs
cats.
humans
horses
We’re all alike
at least in one way.
we’re cutouts of the sky
the fabric of our souls,
made up of oranges
apples
mango
and sweet.
i stare @ the cutout wondering where i threw the rest of the photo that included her…
i like to cutout pictures of cheese cubes.
Cookie cutouts are generic, bland, and plain – they contain no individuality or uniqueness, and they are uninteresting and forgettable. Unfortunately, many people are like them. Uninteresting. Forgettable. I hope I don’t become one.
My favourite parts of movies always manage to get cutout, and I want them back. I see a preview, and then watch a film waiting to see something funny, or exciting, only to find that it’s been cutout. Put them back.
He was now a cutout, rendered against the thick black frame of the old Victorian doorframe. The dinner party hushed and turned to the light spreading through the threshold of the door; there he was, his body a shadow, a long, curved object in his hand and a shock of black hair catching the light from the next room.
Well there was this one time that I thought I saw a snowflake, yet I was inside. I though that to be be a little strange. I picked it up and saw: it was a cutout.
cutout hearts
plastic hearts
fake hearts
fake people
beautiful people
real people
down to earth people
cutout world
with cutthroaght people
what a lovely life
Joey Gladstone once said, “cut…it…out.” He was a wise man. That being said, I miss that guy. We need more Joey Gladstones in the world. Primarily ones with sweet hockey hair like his.
my heart is cutout my chest, and put into his. the only man i ever loved so he can live again.
A cardboard cutout of my life would be shaped like a banana – long, narrow, thicker in the middle than on either end.
Icnat see the keys but cutout shit man i dint knw fucj okay cut it out of the page cutout my asshile im si cut out man cut your hair ut of your head free me cut scissors cut opaper n stuff cut it out cut it out cut me mick i cant see anything yur writing cut t it ti cut out
my heart, my soul. i wish there were a reason i can’t hide from the reality that sits around me, the untying of life one stich at a time before me. i cannot stop it. i cannot keep it from loosening it’s grip before me. i watch my self waste away in it’s pending doom. I am not life. i am impending death.
Photoshop is fun
I can forget ex-girlfriends
And quickly move on
you’re a cutout
paper doll
in knee high socks
wasting away in a folder
creased in the middle
where your waist should be
The flakes were falling fast. They looked like the one in my hand. Just paper, my mom says, just paper. I don’t think so. It’s beautiful. Even though it might not be real, its beautiful. I can try.
cut out my heart and slice it into to marinatable pieces then serve it to your friends
A plastic cutout, shiny and with rough edges. He sprays the cutout and the paper behind it, leaving an imprint of his soul.
This little paper doll on my doorstep must have come from far away. A little girl carefully cut it out of the sheet, I can see now where she strayed from the lines in the little paper skirt. I feel sure that her journey should have left her with rumpled clothes and windswept hair, but only the paper shows any signs of damage.
Cutout, as in like when a director tells the actors to stop playing? Or are we talking mroe about something like when the radio suns out of power. Or would it be what hapens when you try to fit in to society, and you have ponytail and youre a guy.
Cutout. This is the first time I heard of this word ever. Cutout? Cut-out? What do I know about it? Nothing. I’m sitting here, thinking.
This again? I thought they’d give me a new topic, or something. Honestly. Blarg. Oh well. Back to Andy and his soup cans, along with my Pop-art project. I’m doing a repetition of a specific mask design, it’s pretty bomb right now, actually. Really really cool — though my white on black drawing kinda sucked — along with my oil pastel ones.
I’m doing a cutout for art, actually. We have to do a pop-art project, kinda like Andy Worhol did — we have a poster of his soup can thing up in the class room. They’re all one kind of soup — I can’t remember which kind. It’s kinda weird — like eighty things of the same soup –seriously?
People will cutout thing that people does not need. Everything will be cutout, like in the team, in the business, and sometimes in the grade too. It could be important or sometimes it could cutout something important.
I saw a cutout of a magazine article lying on my desk. The picture showed a woman, her hair was to the side, so as to show a bruise on her left cheek. She had been beaten harshly. I would have felt pity, but I cannot pity myself.
I wouldn’t want to be a cutout of anyone. I delight in being me and being a reflection of God’s glory.
cutout the little paper girl from the bigger cutout the arms from big white walls and cover everything with chalk cut out the mouth from the head
I stare at the cutout of Robert Pattinson, while standing in F.Y.E. What is it with girls these days? I mean he’s not even cute, yet they gush over him why, because he’s a movie star? Or is it because after they saw the movie, they decided to read the book, which describes him as gorgeous, so they delude themselves in to thinking he really is. Wow. Soo pathetic. What has our world come to when people have to find out theres a movie before they read the book? No one nowadays even appreciates the classics, like Harry Potter. Its downright depressing, that is.
I wish I could cutout clothes from drawings like I did for my paper dolls when I was a kid. Then I would be able to draw everything I wanted. Maybe I could draw feasts and cars and people, too!
Cutouts can be very fun. Cutout pictures for collages. Cutout coupons for shopping savings. and of course cutout people to make life better.
cutout my heart. amazing girl, the one, but sadly shes nowhere, distance and my mind is blank.
I cut out a picture from a magazine. I kept it on my wall because it reminded me of you. I miss you and think about you whenever I look at it.
i have a cut out of a huge a hole in my life. I am sick of always being that person that gets walked all over. I wish I could take a cutout of my life and implant it into somewhere else. Seomwhere thats going to make me happy.
I’d like to cutout of here, that’s what. I’ll have to cut this out if my husband sees it. All of these houses here are like cutout cookies but I am the one in the oven baking. Cutout the shit, that’s what. Only 12 hours thil they cutout of here.
Don’t think. Just write. Write about the word cutout. Cut-out. Like when you carve a piece of yourself and put it up for display in front of the class. A cut out of you, of who you are. A little piece of paper that is supposed to represent something. It’s colored, to look like you. Does it look like you? It looks like a flimsy piece of paper to me.
I have a cutout of her from that magazine I receive each month. Her hair looks very good in the cutout, almost too good. Perfection is only ever achieved in magazines.
i made a cutout of you and took it to all the most important parts of my life, just so i could pretend you were there. unsurprisingly, it didn’t make me miss you less. i still need you here.
yellow construction-paper dolls
tacked to the wall
a dusty piano
battered tunes steam out
would you like to come and live with me
in my dollhouse?
One of those things we made in Math class and threw at the teacher. Man those paper ninja stars used to book it far! I miss those days, but I’m a guy that misses a lot of things from time to time.
I CHOOSE TO BE DIFFERENT TO STAND OUT TO LOOK LIKE NO OTHER, EVERYONE EKSE IS JUST A CUTOUT IN THIS SOCIETY, SHAPED AND MOLDED BY THE HANDS OF FASHION GURUS AND SOCIALITES. WHAT DOES THE PERFECT PERSON LOOK LIKE? DOES ANYONE REALLY KNOW. NO BECAUSE THEY ARE ALL THE SAME…. ALL CUTOUTS, CREATED IN FASHIONS NAME
Little falling flakes.
cutout of the sky
the fabric of time
dogs
cats.
humans
horses
We’re all alike
at least in one way.
we’re cutouts of the sky
the fabric of our souls,
made up of oranges
apples
mango
and sweet.