The distributors of literature at my door on a Saturday morning when I’m trying to sleep… Not only did the pair wake me, but then they tell me that I’m not living my life according to the master plan. I’m a sinner and a heathen…. They judge me even though they are wearing white shoes after Labor Day.
the truck drove by, slow, slimy, eyes eating their way up to in between my legs. I felt naked, and wretched, though I wore long pants and socks as I walked, though it was the middle of July.
Lute walked into the distributor region of Ba Sing Se. She had never seen so many shops and sellers in one place. Men and women tugged at her tunic as she walked by, trying to sell her fruits, beads, clothing–anything, even if it couldn’t possibly interest her. People were desperate in that way. But all she needed that day was silicon. She had plans to put her earthbending and Zuko’s firebending to the test–if they could make glass, she might have a new business model.
distribution collaboration attention c’est la femme hvað er í gangi hvernig líður þér í dag ég held að ég fari upp eftir tímanum og hlaupi út um buskann og út í buskann hvernig hvað hæ hæ já haha í alvöru jeg get ekki hjálpað þér ná ég hæ vá jájá þetta er allt gott og flott og gott og flott og gott og gaman og blessað.
one day i was walking and i saw a guy who was holding a sign that read “free stuff” i was bored and g=had no where to go so i went up to him and asked what exactly the free stuff was. he said it was a new product called stuff that could make anything you want by just saying a category and then describe it further
one day i was walking and i saw someone with a sigh that said “free stuff” me being the curious person i am walked up to him and ask him what he was selljng. it turns out he was
They used to give us food; the distributors. we were very grateful to them. But they looked at us. They looked at us as if something would happen if we ate their food. I didn’t like it. and neither did my sisters.
I want to be a distributor of good will and charity. I want to spend my life making the lives of other people better. Sometimes I feel overlooked but I know that I’ve been fortunate. I want those who have been persecuted and overlooked to know that I see them. I’m here to help them rebuild their lives.
Hello I am a coca-cola distributor and I would like to present a brand new product we have. It is fun and safe for the whole family. I made a mistake and now I have an other 60 seconds to write about the given word above. If you try to distribute words to me I will write about them.
All I can really think of is the Office. I mean, the show — I don’t think about the Housing department as an office. The warehouse distributes the paper all around Scranton. I really miss that show. Among other shows…
I was crawling along the floor. What happened. Where was I? How had I become this monster..It was him. HE did this to me. My drug lord. My distributor of all the lies, dreams, and hopes.
distributor of my dreams and precursor in my thoughts, I decided I’d let you have that one last drink. It’s cold and full of the poisons your mother might have warned you about, but I insist you drink and make the best of the night.
distributing god, the sun set across the bay. its light met my soul as it did the water that seemed to match my stillness, and as it drew near to the horizon it became a dot above the line of light; an “i” as i whispered “am”
–
I am star dust seeking star light, forever.
What if all distributors of the world just stayed at home for the day? How would the business world function? Can you begin to imagine what life would be like?
The test administrator distributed the test packets row by row in silence. The students could hear the crinkling of the paper as she handed a packet of four or five to the first student in each row. Besides that, the only noise was the nervous tapping of number 2 pencils on desks and breathing.
What could the distributor be thinking in that moment? That small, infinitesimal moment where he gave me my little bit of bread–it wouldn’t be enough to feed my family, he must know that, but what could he do? He just walked straight by me without looking into my eyes or wondering how many children I had or whether they were already sick with hunger.
Someone who goes around giving things to people. Maybe their nice, maybe their evil. It really all depends on what they’re distributing. Happiness= nice, anthrax=evil.
The distributor distributed the largest amount of pumpkins to the farm animals in the year 2056. The animals got fat and sank to the bottom of the earth. The earth then sank down to the bottom of the universe. The end.
The coffee distributor at my school is just a little creepy, he doesn’t talk to anyone and even when the teachers talk to him he doesn’t respond. He’s 23 and he is apparently studying law at uni but it doesn’t mean anything does it? It’s really weird I guess how we judge who we don’t know.
a distributor is a company that gives out all of the terrible products made in china. Squirt guns and packs of gum allllll come from the distributor. But anyone can be a distributor as long as they are providing a product to someone else. I am the distributor of gum all the time. As soon as the pack comes out i am swarmed by people wanting minty goodness and so i hand it out therefor becoming a distributor.
He gives me all that he can(not that I want any of it). I try to be polite and just accept. I take, I take and I take. Pretty soon my house is full of things I don’t want or need. He just gives and I receive.
My distributor’s mother is an anal retentive fiend. I know that sounds bad, but it really just means she’s OCD. Likes things in order. Nothing inappropriate. Because that’s how it sort of sounds. But she always tells us to do odd things around the office like bend over to get paper, or check under our desks for pencils; weird stuff like that.
Andrew was a newspaper distributor. He really liked distributing the papers because it let people learn about news. He wishes he could have been a newspaper distributor in the 1940’s because that would have been far more fun than being one in the 2000’s. The 1940’s were the Greatest Generation. Who wouldn’t want to live in the 1940’s? Andrew was an intelligent boy for wanting to live then.
-I don’t like to be called a distributor, there should be a word more classy for it.
-What about “middleman”? It’s kind of hot.
-No, it’s too mundane.
-And how about “dealer”?
I had become a dealer. I don’t know how it happened but I knew I couldn’t refuse the money. Molly was getting sicker every day and my minimum wage job didn’t exactly buy top shelf medicine. She understood that I did it for her, but I was afraid she hated herself for it. I wanted in and out of this business, but I don’t think it worked that way. Nothing that offered personal gain was ever that quick and painless.
In the dirt and the blood, the red stained ground from years and years of killing. Stood a thin, groomed white woman. Her face full of horror. Her hands soon to be emptied.
A person who gives things out, whatever they want. It’s usually commercial but it could mean love or friendship. A business distributor makes sure things get where they need to.
What an annoying word. I think of drug lords and major consumers. Just disgusting. The word even feels terrible out of the mouth: disssss trib yeoo terrrr. I’m glad I don’t sell drugs, and could never be called this.
I’ll never forget the time our store’s distributor forgot to place our pallets on the truck. It didn’t arrive until midnight and by then all the employees had gone home. The next day was more than busy and bustling, with workers trying to stock the late truck. We couldn’t help but wonder who was to blame for the lack of organization. Was it the director, the manager, or the truck driver? Whomever it may or may not have been, they were immediately lowered on the totem pole of appreciation.
The man walked up to the door. He posted another leaflet through the letter slot and sighed heavily. This was not the ideal job for a man who’d got a degree. He wandered to the next house – “no leaflets”, a sign in the window read. Another sigh left the man’s chest.
The distributors of literature at my door on a Saturday morning when I’m trying to sleep… Not only did the pair wake me, but then they tell me that I’m not living my life according to the master plan. I’m a sinner and a heathen…. They judge me even though they are wearing white shoes after Labor Day.
Take me where I want to go,
put me away or sell me,
give me to the distributor
and never hear from me again
the truck drove by, slow, slimy, eyes eating their way up to in between my legs. I felt naked, and wretched, though I wore long pants and socks as I walked, though it was the middle of July.
Lute walked into the distributor region of Ba Sing Se. She had never seen so many shops and sellers in one place. Men and women tugged at her tunic as she walked by, trying to sell her fruits, beads, clothing–anything, even if it couldn’t possibly interest her. People were desperate in that way. But all she needed that day was silicon. She had plans to put her earthbending and Zuko’s firebending to the test–if they could make glass, she might have a new business model.
distribution collaboration attention c’est la femme hvað er í gangi hvernig líður þér í dag ég held að ég fari upp eftir tímanum og hlaupi út um buskann og út í buskann hvernig hvað hæ hæ já haha í alvöru jeg get ekki hjálpað þér ná ég hæ vá jájá þetta er allt gott og flott og gott og flott og gott og gaman og blessað.
one day i was walking and i saw a guy who was holding a sign that read “free stuff” i was bored and g=had no where to go so i went up to him and asked what exactly the free stuff was. he said it was a new product called stuff that could make anything you want by just saying a category and then describe it further
They called me a distributor. But to me it sounded like a lie. I handed out pamphlets. And free flyers.
one day i was walking and i saw someone with a sigh that said “free stuff” me being the curious person i am walked up to him and ask him what he was selljng. it turns out he was
They used to give us food; the distributors. we were very grateful to them. But they looked at us. They looked at us as if something would happen if we ate their food. I didn’t like it. and neither did my sisters.
I want to be a distributor of good will and charity. I want to spend my life making the lives of other people better. Sometimes I feel overlooked but I know that I’ve been fortunate. I want those who have been persecuted and overlooked to know that I see them. I’m here to help them rebuild their lives.
Hello I am a coca-cola distributor and I would like to present a brand new product we have. It is fun and safe for the whole family. I made a mistake and now I have an other 60 seconds to write about the given word above. If you try to distribute words to me I will write about them.
All I can really think of is the Office. I mean, the show — I don’t think about the Housing department as an office. The warehouse distributes the paper all around Scranton. I really miss that show. Among other shows…
I was crawling along the floor. What happened. Where was I? How had I become this monster..It was him. HE did this to me. My drug lord. My distributor of all the lies, dreams, and hopes.
distributor of my dreams and precursor in my thoughts, I decided I’d let you have that one last drink. It’s cold and full of the poisons your mother might have warned you about, but I insist you drink and make the best of the night.
distributing god, the sun set across the bay. its light met my soul as it did the water that seemed to match my stillness, and as it drew near to the horizon it became a dot above the line of light; an “i” as i whispered “am”
–
I am star dust seeking star light, forever.
i had to pull the cap to keep her from leaving me. she had no idea why it wouldn’t start. true love knows no boundaries… here we are, face to face.
What if all distributors of the world just stayed at home for the day? How would the business world function? Can you begin to imagine what life would be like?
The test administrator distributed the test packets row by row in silence. The students could hear the crinkling of the paper as she handed a packet of four or five to the first student in each row. Besides that, the only noise was the nervous tapping of number 2 pencils on desks and breathing.
Distributor is a word you automatically associate with business.
What could the distributor be thinking in that moment? That small, infinitesimal moment where he gave me my little bit of bread–it wouldn’t be enough to feed my family, he must know that, but what could he do? He just walked straight by me without looking into my eyes or wondering how many children I had or whether they were already sick with hunger.
Someone who goes around giving things to people. Maybe their nice, maybe their evil. It really all depends on what they’re distributing. Happiness= nice, anthrax=evil.
The distributor distributed the largest amount of pumpkins to the farm animals in the year 2056. The animals got fat and sank to the bottom of the earth. The earth then sank down to the bottom of the universe. The end.
The coffee distributor at my school is just a little creepy, he doesn’t talk to anyone and even when the teachers talk to him he doesn’t respond. He’s 23 and he is apparently studying law at uni but it doesn’t mean anything does it? It’s really weird I guess how we judge who we don’t know.
a distributor is a company that gives out all of the terrible products made in china. Squirt guns and packs of gum allllll come from the distributor. But anyone can be a distributor as long as they are providing a product to someone else. I am the distributor of gum all the time. As soon as the pack comes out i am swarmed by people wanting minty goodness and so i hand it out therefor becoming a distributor.
He gives me all that he can(not that I want any of it). I try to be polite and just accept. I take, I take and I take. Pretty soon my house is full of things I don’t want or need. He just gives and I receive.
Distributor. I read this word 2 different ways in my mind.
Dis-tri-bew-ter.
Dis-tra-bew-ter
I wonder how everyone else says it.
My distributor’s mother is an anal retentive fiend. I know that sounds bad, but it really just means she’s OCD. Likes things in order. Nothing inappropriate. Because that’s how it sort of sounds. But she always tells us to do odd things around the office like bend over to get paper, or check under our desks for pencils; weird stuff like that.
he rides his vechicle and he must always be prepared to deliver the things
His eyes ran deep
like a river
like a store, so plentiful
so busy
to distribute the love that he
had once had.
And his eyes,
like the store
the store
the store
the store.
It was so busy
He… was so busy
Each woman
each soul
to look upon him.
They died.
Inside of them.
Andrew was a newspaper distributor. He really liked distributing the papers because it let people learn about news. He wishes he could have been a newspaper distributor in the 1940’s because that would have been far more fun than being one in the 2000’s. The 1940’s were the Greatest Generation. Who wouldn’t want to live in the 1940’s? Andrew was an intelligent boy for wanting to live then.
-I don’t like to be called a distributor, there should be a word more classy for it.
-What about “middleman”? It’s kind of hot.
-No, it’s too mundane.
-And how about “dealer”?
I had become a dealer. I don’t know how it happened but I knew I couldn’t refuse the money. Molly was getting sicker every day and my minimum wage job didn’t exactly buy top shelf medicine. She understood that I did it for her, but I was afraid she hated herself for it. I wanted in and out of this business, but I don’t think it worked that way. Nothing that offered personal gain was ever that quick and painless.
In the dirt and the blood, the red stained ground from years and years of killing. Stood a thin, groomed white woman. Her face full of horror. Her hands soon to be emptied.
giving out person , maybe the one who gives the card out or the guy who gives out newspapers.
A person who gives things out, whatever they want. It’s usually commercial but it could mean love or friendship. A business distributor makes sure things get where they need to.
What an annoying word. I think of drug lords and major consumers. Just disgusting. The word even feels terrible out of the mouth: disssss trib yeoo terrrr. I’m glad I don’t sell drugs, and could never be called this.
drug dealer? cocaine across the border, locked up abroad. smug man in a tuxedo smoking a cigar
THERE ONCE WAS A DISTRIBUTOR. HE WAS LONELY IN NEW YORK CITY. HE ALWAYS WANTED A WIFE BUT HE HAD PUT IT OFF TOO LONG.
I’ll never forget the time our store’s distributor forgot to place our pallets on the truck. It didn’t arrive until midnight and by then all the employees had gone home. The next day was more than busy and bustling, with workers trying to stock the late truck. We couldn’t help but wonder who was to blame for the lack of organization. Was it the director, the manager, or the truck driver? Whomever it may or may not have been, they were immediately lowered on the totem pole of appreciation.
The man walked up to the door. He posted another leaflet through the letter slot and sighed heavily. This was not the ideal job for a man who’d got a degree. He wandered to the next house – “no leaflets”, a sign in the window read. Another sigh left the man’s chest.