Dollars are a form of money. Money is everything in todays world. We need money to buy and pay for things. Dollars usually means that it is not a large sum of money. I really enjoy having dollars in my pocket.
Dollars is a form of money. Money is everything in todays world. We have to have this to be able to pay for anything and everything. Dollars usually means that it isn’t a big sum of money.
Dollars flying from the ceiling and pouring onto everyone in the building. They were meant for the man that was trying to get his daughter back from the kidnappers.
Dollar are just paper bills. Do not associate happiness, satisfaction with dollars. However, dollar certainly enable to have experiences which can bring happiness to us. But, on their own dollars are worthless.
I have no money whatsoever i mean i have some cash in the bank but not how much i need. college, cars, and braces. everything is so expensive. why cant it be cheaper ugh equality really needs to be a thing. i mean women have to pay double
He dumped the little tin out on the counter, spilling out a mountain of change, most of which was pennies. “Umm, is this ten dollars?”
As tired as I was, I almost gave a snappy response–but one look at his sincere yet flustered face had me managing a smile. “Well, let’s see.”
I flattened out the pile with my hand and began to count out the coins.
snort like cocaine likes imperceptible deconstructions
unrelenting endorphins; like, like, like
the rush of a feeling
the addiction to perceiving
permanence
posterity
and the drudgery
of modern luxury
when all the order is a facade
mirage
dollars in a bank
made off your addiction
Dollars
Don’t mean shit. Cus I’ve been denied too much because of it.
Oh Dollars- make them holla’ but they don’t defy a scholar.
material things have no meaning. it cost dollars just to things
money be the danger that we must all exchange for.
aye but fuck money.
could i ever achieve the amount of dollars i needed to buy my freedom? what is this system for, anyways? dollars to buy each other, to free ourselves? gods know dollars haven’t been used in centuries. gods help me.
When the little girl fell she saw little 10 dollars sticking out from the snow. She thought what should I do this is not my dollar! So she looked around to see if what stores were around. She went in and asked every store if they had lost and money they all said no.
the amount of dollars i make it little to none and i literally see no point in having a job so young anymore. what is the damn point? to make a life? for who? not i! ugh. who made the idea that i need money to survive? not i! this is foolish and unfair to everyone under the age of at least 18. but, y’know, the world thinks the more dollars you have, the more people will tolerate you. psh, okay. sure. this is ridiculous.
for every dollar i spend, it cannot add up to how much you are worth. hon, you are worth more than life itself. anyone who says you are worthless, doesn’t really know you for who you are. but i do and that’s all that matters. so, yes. i will keep spending time and money on you, because you are worth every penny and every second. <3
my mother, on my eleventh birthday gave me my first ever bit of money, she had given me a silver dollar. though it didn’t give me much to spend, it was still nice to have for my birthday.
dollars I have always thought as just a currency and nothing more. but dollars is more than just that. dollars can symbolize many different things, and make people think that there is more to things then they may seem. look closer than usual and you will find many different things.
you can never have too much money they say. quotes such as “money makes the word go round” are ruining our society as a whole. If we all spent our time focusing on dollars and cents then there would be no room for any of the good things in life, some of which are actually free.
i wlk to my favorite candy store and pick my favorite candy. i use my dollars that i earned from chores to buy it. i eat the candy in only a few seconds. YUMMMMYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!
oh, that’s cool, I like them. you know, in China 7 yuan is 1 dollar, every time I want to buy something I will calculate in yuan, to get how much is that
Twenty dollars are not that much, but that’s just the amount, im desperately seeking for the last five days. Oh, I’ve got them several times, but always lost them again. Now I’m just two dollars short.
She looked at the zeros in her bank account, dollars upon dollars cascading far beyond what she could ever use in a lifetime. She wondered if it was worth it.
She fished in her wallet for a dollar bill and held it out, grinning. “Alright, go for it.”
Jessie squealed and clutched the money in her hand as she skipped over to the carousel. Allison laughed and followed behind, making sure the attendent saw that Jessie was indeed supervised.
Green paperback bills, funny smell and dirty to the touch. Paying bills, making ends meet, paid for a sports car. Lost on a busy street, given to a homeless man, this is what they are and will ever be.
“How many dollars can I have, please”, said the rookie crook. “I need them all, if you don’t mind”, he continued in a fake oriental accent. Without hesitation, the clerk hit the alarm, but not before he shot her.
I only had sixty-two dollars to my name, and I blew it all in one night on one poker game. I went out to the streets and paid my respects to all the people who could afford their mortgages and rent checks. I found a dry spot to camp under the overpass. Cop tried to detain me, but I told him to kiss my ass. I think I’ll start a business where the sun doesn’t shine, making money in morning while the day is still mine.
The little Central-European exchange kiosk was a busy place. Euros, pounds, forints, leis, and rubles were changing hands every day, earning a large margin for the shop owner. There was one currency though, which was entirely useless and abandoned: dollars were as useless here as a half pair of holey, rugged socks.
Dollars were laying all over the floor. Not the kind that you see everyday when you unfold an old crusty bill out flat to put into a pop machine. These carried a different vibe. These were blue.
Dollars. Dollars everywhere. All of it was mine. Mine Alone. After that fateful encounter with the rich kid down the street I had possibly turned into a millionaire. Now what to do with all this money.
Dollars began as a trading system but have evolved in our social consciousness to be the capitalist measure of success. this is a development that has managed to make some forg
Dollars are a form of money. Money is everything in todays world. We need money to buy and pay for things. Dollars usually means that it is not a large sum of money. I really enjoy having dollars in my pocket.
Dollars is a form of money. Money is everything in todays world. We have to have this to be able to pay for anything and everything. Dollars usually means that it isn’t a big sum of money.
Dollars flying from the ceiling and pouring onto everyone in the building. They were meant for the man that was trying to get his daughter back from the kidnappers.
Dollar are just paper bills. Do not associate happiness, satisfaction with dollars. However, dollar certainly enable to have experiences which can bring happiness to us. But, on their own dollars are worthless.
if the less sense you quake
find it harder to more than a dollar make
Cathy Dollars walked into the dimly lit bar, greeted by cheap cologne, cheap whisky, and sweaty ass cheeks. She was supposed to meet him.
“Ten thousand dollars!” he yelled, looking at the merchant.
“Yes, thats the lowest I can go” the merchant replies.
Jesse growls and walks off, ignoring the merchant behind him.
“I ain’t paying that much, geez” he grumbles, walking down the crowded street.
He pushed past large groups of people, looking for anything of use.
no one word evokes
more emotion
and division
than dollars
(and love)
and what they represent
I have no money whatsoever i mean i have some cash in the bank but not how much i need. college, cars, and braces. everything is so expensive. why cant it be cheaper ugh equality really needs to be a thing. i mean women have to pay double
money, store, cashier, grocery, green, cent, thousand, pocket, valet, purse steel bank sale
He dumped the little tin out on the counter, spilling out a mountain of change, most of which was pennies. “Umm, is this ten dollars?”
As tired as I was, I almost gave a snappy response–but one look at his sincere yet flustered face had me managing a smile. “Well, let’s see.”
I flattened out the pile with my hand and began to count out the coins.
snort like cocaine likes imperceptible deconstructions
unrelenting endorphins; like, like, like
the rush of a feeling
the addiction to perceiving
permanence
posterity
and the drudgery
of modern luxury
when all the order is a facade
mirage
dollars in a bank
made off your addiction
went see hiking walk abroad together talk ride car listen around see love
I have $150+ Dollars and am going to get an…XBOX!!!!! I want to play “Batman, arkham asylum.” and “Injustice: gods among us.”
Dollars
Don’t mean shit. Cus I’ve been denied too much because of it.
Oh Dollars- make them holla’ but they don’t defy a scholar.
material things have no meaning. it cost dollars just to things
money be the danger that we must all exchange for.
aye but fuck money.
Dollars.
Something we teach our children about with value, importance, wealth.
When it is just simply paper that has no real value at all.
could i ever achieve the amount of dollars i needed to buy my freedom? what is this system for, anyways? dollars to buy each other, to free ourselves? gods know dollars haven’t been used in centuries. gods help me.
When the little girl fell she saw little 10 dollars sticking out from the snow. She thought what should I do this is not my dollar! So she looked around to see if what stores were around. She went in and asked every store if they had lost and money they all said no.
the amount of dollars i make it little to none and i literally see no point in having a job so young anymore. what is the damn point? to make a life? for who? not i! ugh. who made the idea that i need money to survive? not i! this is foolish and unfair to everyone under the age of at least 18. but, y’know, the world thinks the more dollars you have, the more people will tolerate you. psh, okay. sure. this is ridiculous.
for every dollar i spend, it cannot add up to how much you are worth. hon, you are worth more than life itself. anyone who says you are worthless, doesn’t really know you for who you are. but i do and that’s all that matters. so, yes. i will keep spending time and money on you, because you are worth every penny and every second. <3
I have 25 dollars in my bank account from mowing my grandmothers lawn!
my mother, on my eleventh birthday gave me my first ever bit of money, she had given me a silver dollar. though it didn’t give me much to spend, it was still nice to have for my birthday.
dollars I have always thought as just a currency and nothing more. but dollars is more than just that. dollars can symbolize many different things, and make people think that there is more to things then they may seem. look closer than usual and you will find many different things.
you can never have too much money they say. quotes such as “money makes the word go round” are ruining our society as a whole. If we all spent our time focusing on dollars and cents then there would be no room for any of the good things in life, some of which are actually free.
i wlk to my favorite candy store and pick my favorite candy. i use my dollars that i earned from chores to buy it. i eat the candy in only a few seconds. YUMMMMYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!
Dollars are green
some are brown
some are from other countries
some are from your home town
dollars really make the world go round.
I found 5 dollars in kitchen. I don’t know who forgot this.
oh, that’s cool, I like them. you know, in China 7 yuan is 1 dollar, every time I want to buy something I will calculate in yuan, to get how much is that
Twenty dollars are not that much, but that’s just the amount, im desperately seeking for the last five days. Oh, I’ve got them several times, but always lost them again. Now I’m just two dollars short.
I have a grandma who has 2,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 dollars and I only have 2,000 , my sister has 2,222,222.
She looked at the zeros in her bank account, dollars upon dollars cascading far beyond what she could ever use in a lifetime. She wondered if it was worth it.
She fished in her wallet for a dollar bill and held it out, grinning. “Alright, go for it.”
Jessie squealed and clutched the money in her hand as she skipped over to the carousel. Allison laughed and followed behind, making sure the attendent saw that Jessie was indeed supervised.
Green paperback bills, funny smell and dirty to the touch. Paying bills, making ends meet, paid for a sports car. Lost on a busy street, given to a homeless man, this is what they are and will ever be.
The dollar is a for buying items, when you exchange the items on the counter, so to have a few belongings.
“How many dollars can I have, please”, said the rookie crook. “I need them all, if you don’t mind”, he continued in a fake oriental accent. Without hesitation, the clerk hit the alarm, but not before he shot her.
I only had sixty-two dollars to my name, and I blew it all in one night on one poker game. I went out to the streets and paid my respects to all the people who could afford their mortgages and rent checks. I found a dry spot to camp under the overpass. Cop tried to detain me, but I told him to kiss my ass. I think I’ll start a business where the sun doesn’t shine, making money in morning while the day is still mine.
The little Central-European exchange kiosk was a busy place. Euros, pounds, forints, leis, and rubles were changing hands every day, earning a large margin for the shop owner. There was one currency though, which was entirely useless and abandoned: dollars were as useless here as a half pair of holey, rugged socks.
Dollars were laying all over the floor. Not the kind that you see everyday when you unfold an old crusty bill out flat to put into a pop machine. These carried a different vibe. These were blue.
Dollars. Dollars everywhere. All of it was mine. Mine Alone. After that fateful encounter with the rich kid down the street I had possibly turned into a millionaire. Now what to do with all this money.
Dollars began as a trading system but have evolved in our social consciousness to be the capitalist measure of success. this is a development that has managed to make some forg