It seems to be a cycle that I’m constantly repeating. Falling for you, getting hurt, being left high and dry… I wish i can get myself to stop for good. But its become my routine now. But I know I can be strong. I know I deserve better than this. but then I can’t help that I’m still in love with you.
world slowly turns in a day to day cycle, bringing newe and removing old. the days up and down up and down bring us on the cycle of redundance, life is a great cycle letting us live and love and and wonder.
The Spin cycle went round and round whipping the shirt into a frenzy, then the scientist dumped the radioactive dna onto it and activated the hidden implants in the godzilla shirt. The growls came forth and after another half an hour of spinning a baby mutant dinosaur was born.
menstrual. that’s what i’m doing. and it’s stupid, and dumb, and uncomfortable.
i don’t like it very much.
on the other hand, biking is very pleasant.
cyclical.
like a bug.
a bug’s life that is.
larva, pupa, adult etc. or something.
ho hum.
this was good.
quite an outpouring.
The bleakness of the situation was something that couldn’t be avoided. Everyone, and anyone who had met them would have felt the same pain. But, death, even though it is beautiful, is also a very hideous thing. The cycle of every human that walks this realm.
It’s last year in the summer. I’m cycling down to the local restaurant to meet Mark. Oh how I’m in love! I’m singing on the bike. Passing people cars look at me strangely, but I don’t care. Because I have him. I get to the restaurant and sit down at a table, waiting for him. He turns up after fifteen minutes, takes a deep breath and says “…I’m the one who killed your father”
I wake up drenched in a cold sweat.
I am not fair weather. I do not care for your spandex. Bicycling is not a club, it’s a way to live, and if you give me those looks, I’ll still be riding. Harder than you, for my tires are smaller. I’m not bitter, just saying. I ride to ride to ride.
I have had a few bikes in my life. The first was a requisite gift of boyhood. The subsequent bikes all seemed necessary but experienced little use. This bike, my current beauty, Frankenbike, is indespensible. I ride her everywhere. She is my car.
i think i might convert to buddism, where like you get reincarnated. thats kind of a cycle isnt it? iwas a pot plant in a former life, then maybe i’ll be like a potato in the next, thats a cycle isnt it? the cycle of my life? or maybe i could relate it to a life cycle like tadole frog only it would be baby toddler etc.
bicycle thief is the best movie of all time. cycle shops were a novelty of the old times. really makes me nostalgic to think about renting those cuties for a rupee or two. air used to cost us around 50 paise. learning cycling was tough for me, but after many falls i eventually caught on. thanks dad for letting me go while i was least expecting it!!!
The cycle on which to spin. Spin and spin on this cycle until all of the insides are hurled out. The cycle of life, feeding on each other. The cycle of the pigs. The cycle of the pain going and leaving. Hoping to one day break from the cycle and move in free direction.
life cycle they say that the life cycle can have to do with many things like i once found this list of things that reoccur throughout the life cycle. but ahtst not the only thing the word cycle can pertain to. cycle can pertain to your age group at school. i remember in elementary there were cycles 1 2 and 3. and once’ you’d made it the last cycle, you felt as though you were on top of the world.
bicycle spokes turn around and the little beads clink going up and down clocks go round and time never stops I feel a lower abdominal pain and wonder if my MENSTRUAL CYCLE is about to commence. I sit in this class and the endless cycle continues…professor talks I take notes and get confused because he makes no sense. FINALS ARE COMING
the life cycle of a human being is complex but also simple, one that should never be taken for granted but enjoyed as each moment ticks away altering your future forever. one, two, three…
same flaws, same needs. new days, new scenes. time wont change a thing. just rolls and folds back on itself, laughing at the mention of newness. there is no such escape.
if reductionism were genuinely possible. If there were such a thing as the basic building blocks. hte ultimate bit. It would be a circle, a cycle. And as such not a thing at all, but a realtionship.
a CYCLE HAS 2 wheels, people usually pedal them to take them from one place to another. A cycle has no gears. ANd you dont need a license to ride one. It is a great form of exercise, you can cycle and reduce calories
cycle . cycle . his way of life.
feelings everlasting.
loving it more than his wife.
its everything he wants
everthing he needs.
if she could see think this mind
she know this is what he bleeds
I cycle all the time. I cycle through the town around and between the cars. I hear the wind and the birds and watch the clouds when I’m on my bike. Inside their cars, they only hear the radio or nothing.
I received confirmation yesterday that I am at the Crone stage in my cycle of life. How did this happen? I don’t feel that old, but when I look at my hands they are my mother’s, my grandmother’s–not mine. Do I feel diffrent? No treally, but I do feel wiser,
IT was a vicious one. I suppose, given past experiences and circumstances, I should have seen it coming. There’s a reason they’re called bicycles. Cycle – around and around and around. You always start and end at the same place. So, there I was, smack dab in the middle of the beginning. Or was it an ending?
cycle as in bicyclke or tricycle or the water cycle with the rain and evaporation and whatnot. then they are cyclical relationships like me and my best friend – large cycles fo love and hate and just general distain.
The cycle. It constantly went on and on. In and out of each classroom, with nothing to change save the sound of students talking to students, or teachers droning on about pay cuts and late tax returns.
It was all futile.
The system had failed them, and now the cycle went on, day after day.
He rides his bike in the same circle everyday. He never breaks the trend. Every single day he circles his neighborhood. No one ever questions why he does it, but he knows they wonder.
A life cycle is a part of the universe in which a person or creature is born and lives, reproduces, then dyes. It is a part of all life, and is something that is universal to all forms of life that we know of. Even a jellyfish lives, reproduces, and dies, just like us.
She goes in a cycle between the two boys she’s always cared for. to this day she’s realizing money can’t buy her happiness, and wonders when she’ll have to break the cycle and make a decision.
life is a cylce and there is nothing much to life its simple we are born and we die thats it there is nothing more to it there shouldnt be money jobs all that bull shit we should be like animals cause that is what we are
Cycle… The never ending circle of life. I wonder how long it is untill we all die? I wonder what happens when we do? Does the afterlife exist? or is it just the comforting attempts of a chemical process reaching its end?
Are we doomed to nothing? Or does the soul live on?
And rain, the water cycle was always fun. Especially when it is summer… Nothing like a cooling shower…
It seems to be a cycle that I’m constantly repeating. Falling for you, getting hurt, being left high and dry… I wish i can get myself to stop for good. But its become my routine now. But I know I can be strong. I know I deserve better than this. but then I can’t help that I’m still in love with you.
when i think of cycle i think of bicycle
move. fast. on the side of the road, or you’re vicious.
world slowly turns in a day to day cycle, bringing newe and removing old. the days up and down up and down bring us on the cycle of redundance, life is a great cycle letting us live and love and and wonder.
bicycle to work initiatives environamentally friendly. healthy. servicing, vicious cycle, recycle,
The Spin cycle went round and round whipping the shirt into a frenzy, then the scientist dumped the radioactive dna onto it and activated the hidden implants in the godzilla shirt. The growls came forth and after another half an hour of spinning a baby mutant dinosaur was born.
an endless up and down and around
alternative form of transportation
washing drying life
wait it out; this too shall pass
metal cycle rim skip a sudden rock wakes up an old rubber wheel sometimes needs changing, I can dip it in water, to find holes and blubber.
menstrual. that’s what i’m doing. and it’s stupid, and dumb, and uncomfortable.
i don’t like it very much.
on the other hand, biking is very pleasant.
cyclical.
like a bug.
a bug’s life that is.
larva, pupa, adult etc. or something.
ho hum.
this was good.
quite an outpouring.
The bleakness of the situation was something that couldn’t be avoided. Everyone, and anyone who had met them would have felt the same pain. But, death, even though it is beautiful, is also a very hideous thing. The cycle of every human that walks this realm.
i used to love my bike, when i was about 6yrs would cycle round and round the block. when i was much older i used to cycle to word now i am older st
It’s last year in the summer. I’m cycling down to the local restaurant to meet Mark. Oh how I’m in love! I’m singing on the bike. Passing people cars look at me strangely, but I don’t care. Because I have him. I get to the restaurant and sit down at a table, waiting for him. He turns up after fifteen minutes, takes a deep breath and says “…I’m the one who killed your father”
I wake up drenched in a cold sweat.
I am not fair weather. I do not care for your spandex. Bicycling is not a club, it’s a way to live, and if you give me those looks, I’ll still be riding. Harder than you, for my tires are smaller. I’m not bitter, just saying. I ride to ride to ride.
Cycle 1024 has just completed. Next time around a different conclusion is hoped for.
I have had a few bikes in my life. The first was a requisite gift of boyhood. The subsequent bikes all seemed necessary but experienced little use. This bike, my current beauty, Frankenbike, is indespensible. I ride her everywhere. She is my car.
i think i might convert to buddism, where like you get reincarnated. thats kind of a cycle isnt it? iwas a pot plant in a former life, then maybe i’ll be like a potato in the next, thats a cycle isnt it? the cycle of my life? or maybe i could relate it to a life cycle like tadole frog only it would be baby toddler etc.
bicycle thief is the best movie of all time. cycle shops were a novelty of the old times. really makes me nostalgic to think about renting those cuties for a rupee or two. air used to cost us around 50 paise. learning cycling was tough for me, but after many falls i eventually caught on. thanks dad for letting me go while i was least expecting it!!!
The cycle on which to spin. Spin and spin on this cycle until all of the insides are hurled out. The cycle of life, feeding on each other. The cycle of the pigs. The cycle of the pain going and leaving. Hoping to one day break from the cycle and move in free direction.
life cycle they say that the life cycle can have to do with many things like i once found this list of things that reoccur throughout the life cycle. but ahtst not the only thing the word cycle can pertain to. cycle can pertain to your age group at school. i remember in elementary there were cycles 1 2 and 3. and once’ you’d made it the last cycle, you felt as though you were on top of the world.
bicycle spokes turn around and the little beads clink going up and down clocks go round and time never stops I feel a lower abdominal pain and wonder if my MENSTRUAL CYCLE is about to commence. I sit in this class and the endless cycle continues…professor talks I take notes and get confused because he makes no sense. FINALS ARE COMING
the life cycle of a human being is complex but also simple, one that should never be taken for granted but enjoyed as each moment ticks away altering your future forever. one, two, three…
same flaws, same needs. new days, new scenes. time wont change a thing. just rolls and folds back on itself, laughing at the mention of newness. there is no such escape.
The seasons runs in a cycle. There each part of the globe has it’s own seasonal cycle from being really cold to rain.
Everything works in cycles. The natural flow of everything is a continuous cycle. Everything moves in circles.
if reductionism were genuinely possible. If there were such a thing as the basic building blocks. hte ultimate bit. It would be a circle, a cycle. And as such not a thing at all, but a realtionship.
a CYCLE HAS 2 wheels, people usually pedal them to take them from one place to another. A cycle has no gears. ANd you dont need a license to ride one. It is a great form of exercise, you can cycle and reduce calories
i love you and you say you feel the same way for me
we move in circles
this is our never ending cycle of bittersweet chases.
cycle . cycle . his way of life.
feelings everlasting.
loving it more than his wife.
its everything he wants
everthing he needs.
if she could see think this mind
she know this is what he bleeds
I cycle all the time. I cycle through the town around and between the cars. I hear the wind and the birds and watch the clouds when I’m on my bike. Inside their cars, they only hear the radio or nothing.
I received confirmation yesterday that I am at the Crone stage in my cycle of life. How did this happen? I don’t feel that old, but when I look at my hands they are my mother’s, my grandmother’s–not mine. Do I feel diffrent? No treally, but I do feel wiser,
I don’t know if I should recycle my bicycle. The whole idea cycles through my brain, but it’s melting like an icicle. Oh, well.
IT was a vicious one. I suppose, given past experiences and circumstances, I should have seen it coming. There’s a reason they’re called bicycles. Cycle – around and around and around. You always start and end at the same place. So, there I was, smack dab in the middle of the beginning. Or was it an ending?
cycle as in bicyclke or tricycle or the water cycle with the rain and evaporation and whatnot. then they are cyclical relationships like me and my best friend – large cycles fo love and hate and just general distain.
The cycle. It constantly went on and on. In and out of each classroom, with nothing to change save the sound of students talking to students, or teachers droning on about pay cuts and late tax returns.
It was all futile.
The system had failed them, and now the cycle went on, day after day.
Down with the system.
He rides his bike in the same circle everyday. He never breaks the trend. Every single day he circles his neighborhood. No one ever questions why he does it, but he knows they wonder.
A life cycle is a part of the universe in which a person or creature is born and lives, reproduces, then dyes. It is a part of all life, and is something that is universal to all forms of life that we know of. Even a jellyfish lives, reproduces, and dies, just like us.
She goes in a cycle between the two boys she’s always cared for. to this day she’s realizing money can’t buy her happiness, and wonders when she’ll have to break the cycle and make a decision.
life is a cylce and there is nothing much to life its simple we are born and we die thats it there is nothing more to it there shouldnt be money jobs all that bull shit we should be like animals cause that is what we are
che schifo il mondo!
Cycle… The never ending circle of life. I wonder how long it is untill we all die? I wonder what happens when we do? Does the afterlife exist? or is it just the comforting attempts of a chemical process reaching its end?
Are we doomed to nothing? Or does the soul live on?
And rain, the water cycle was always fun. Especially when it is summer… Nothing like a cooling shower…
Ohh and life once more… yay!