i like to drive. i just got my permit. i am kind of scared for my drivers test though because i really want to pass it. i wonder if i will get a female or a male driving instructer for my second lesson. my mother is out of town so i was hoping to do it this week
Occorre guidare con amore, rispetto, pazienza. Guidare è come parlare con gli altri, insieme, intorno ad un tavolo, la strada, e non significa farsi la guerra.
drive — how much I feel to do something — or one feels to do something — it’s an urge? a desire — a force, a hunger? Do you feel your drives less when driving — you’re intent on where you’re going, on moving down the road, driving
vrooming, moving, people, smiling, stupid, i hate it, never going to do it, i don’t want my license, i just want the freedom to ride a bike wherever the hell i want to go, trips to the beach, long car rides, motivation.
I drive to school and work .. but i rather ride a bike or walk. Driving uses gas that polutes the enviroment. Plus by driving you have to use gas which means you are spending money. Money you could use for the great good. I am struggling with money oh well. However, driving with the windows down and the music load is the best thing ever!!!!
I told you to drive.
Anyway away from here.
You listened.
But you didn’t understand.
The white flowers
Or what I had forgotten.
But you know.
The only way out of this
Labyrinth is
Straight and fast.
You never forgave me,
Did you?
3 and a half hours.
the drive took forever.
i wish he hadn’t driven me back to my home town
i miss him and it has barely been a moment.
so far.
i miss his scent.
my heart is his
i love him
i’m to scared to say so
what i realized on the drive
flagrant
this bend curves through
green waves
the mind’s own
wave, as if
feynman had
nothing better to
do than invent
the rest of your life
in one quick flurry.
I can’t see where I’m going, I just know I’m going there. Serene, calm, just and fair. The engine halts and the veil over my eyes is lifted, releif. I can breathe
sometimes i drive a very long way, too long of a way sometimes. distance drives me insane. everything in my life is defined by this distance, and the easiest thing to do, is drive.
I am driven. I cant drive though. Funny how that works out. Words meaning two things, and you can apply such vagueness to it. Im driven to write music. Im driven to use drugs and avoid my problems. But im not driven to drive a car..?
i love to drive places all the time sometimes with my self sometimes withy my parents. Drive cand make some one to do some thing drive can be good or bad my computer has a drive drive drive
forward. move down the street. wake up. drop the phone.
Understand we are going somewhere and its a privilege to be on the road operating an automobile. There are people in this world, on this continent and in the same country as you who will never have the pleasure of operating an automobile so do it well for christ’s sake.
Oh, what a loaded word.
Driving is the bane of my existance. I can’t do it and it holds me back from everything. I can’t go anywhere, do anything, be anything because I’m not independantly mobile. I’m starting to lose friends over it. It’s going to hurt my college chances because I won’t have any experience in anything because i’m stuck in this house all because I find it incredibly difficult to back a mini-van out of my driveway!!!
Driving. Hah.
Driving is scary. So much power. Afraid I’ll get fat, from not walking as much. But it can take me places. New jobs, new experiences, more money, less money, drive, go, job, work, play, crash.
I took my car and drove down the supermarket. There was a really weird guy there. I think he was buying flying oranges. Then I drove home again and found my back seat filled with winged oranges…
fast and far, without a destination, to a Trans-siberian chicken dance where five thousand people will worship your sloth-like cheeks from a distance communicating respect but also curiosity.
i drove to the end of a boggy marsh and my feet like lead sunk in the pete. my blood boiled to beer and cognac. i stumble through the files in my bank of treason, reason, and existentialism. I fight I was fighitng.
I love to drive. Driving puts people in the worst of moods into the best of moods. Seriously driving on the highway is the best of the simplest joys in life. Especially on a fall day when it’s just warm enough to roll the windows down with the heat on at your feet. There is nothing the road cannot cure.
sometimes driving is the scariest thing I have to do and it feels strange that i’m trusted with such a responsibility. but i love the feeling of just being able to go wherever i want to go without anyone stopping me. of course i will have to go the speed limit and what not, just i love the freedom.
i have a drive to succeed.
I remember that night drive more than any other drive of my life. There I was, driving two hours home. Two hours away from the boy I had loved for almost two years. Half an hour ago, I had been right there. Right in his town, right next door. And he didn’t even care enough to come to see me. I remember that night drive more than any other drive of my life. I was devastated.
The drive twisted and turned until it straightened out, leading to a large brick house. Ivy climbed its way up the sides, covering everything except the windows and the flamboyantly red door. She knocked hearing the shuffling of feet somewhere behind the door.
drive through the tree lined road on the edge of town. See the headlights coming toward you at an uncomfortably fast speed. Move slightly to the side of the road to avoid collision. Hit a pot hole on the side of the road, drive into the forest and hit a tree.
I lack the drive, of late, to accomplish anything. It’s hot. Hot enough to suck every last drop of energy from my mind, body and soul. The grass is no longer green. The roses have long since shriveled and faded. And it’s only July.
drive on a sunday afternoon is a nice way to drive if you liek to drive. sunday afternoon drives are a fun way to drive. driving on a sunny day is also fun if you like to drive. drive a car drive a bus drive a truck drive a mothercycle drive a bi
drive away for the rest of forever take you with me we’ll meet and go we can take our lives and forget what we haven’t gotten yet, come with me please, come with me please
I will drive to the store to pick up some fresh fruit. Juicy and sweet. Melon. Apples. Oranges. Then I’ll drive to the farmer’s market and pick up some fresh and fragrant veggies. The drive to cook and slice up the tasty fruit and veggies is with me now.
“Just drive damn it!” she screamed at him. He gave her a mean look and continued fingering his handphone, completing the message he was typing while sipping on his Slurpy and picking at the stubble that was irritating him, with his knee steering the car.
And i got on the highway and i just went. The cool breeze ran past my face and the radio was up and she was so far from my mind it wasn’t even funny. Cacti littered the side of the road, and my mind was blank. my mind, my mind… its funny how on a long drive you think more than you really expect to. it’s just you and the road and you feel like the destination and the scenery will disappear and you’ll just forget and move on.
Sometimes I love to drive, other times I hate it. It’s weird how driving can tire you out. All you do is sit on your ass and press your right foot up and down. Sometimes I like to exercise my left foot by turning my ankle back and forth. Sometimes it cracks, other times there’s this soundless pop. I can’t ever stretch out my right foot, though; that’s frustrating.
DRIVE MY CAR DOWN THE LONELY LANE
MY MIND RUNS THROUGH MANY DETAILS OF THINGS I COULD NOT SAY OUTLOUD
I BECOME FLUSHED IN THE MOMENT OF EMPTINESS
JUST TAKE THE DRIVE AND RELEASE
i like to drive. i just got my permit. i am kind of scared for my drivers test though because i really want to pass it. i wonder if i will get a female or a male driving instructer for my second lesson. my mother is out of town so i was hoping to do it this week
I drove off the cliff with the intent of making a name for myself.
See the world. Get from place to place. Meet new people, see new things.
Occorre guidare con amore, rispetto, pazienza. Guidare è come parlare con gli altri, insieme, intorno ad un tavolo, la strada, e non significa farsi la guerra.
drive — how much I feel to do something — or one feels to do something — it’s an urge? a desire — a force, a hunger? Do you feel your drives less when driving — you’re intent on where you’re going, on moving down the road, driving
vrooming, moving, people, smiling, stupid, i hate it, never going to do it, i don’t want my license, i just want the freedom to ride a bike wherever the hell i want to go, trips to the beach, long car rides, motivation.
I drive to school and work .. but i rather ride a bike or walk. Driving uses gas that polutes the enviroment. Plus by driving you have to use gas which means you are spending money. Money you could use for the great good. I am struggling with money oh well. However, driving with the windows down and the music load is the best thing ever!!!!
drive your care
drive your mind
drive your world
don’t let it drive you
drive
I told you to drive.
Anyway away from here.
You listened.
But you didn’t understand.
The white flowers
Or what I had forgotten.
But you know.
The only way out of this
Labyrinth is
Straight and fast.
You never forgave me,
Did you?
nagger killed my cat y? i need to get liscence and i cant spell lol i gotta go to skool lol
3 and a half hours.
the drive took forever.
i wish he hadn’t driven me back to my home town
i miss him and it has barely been a moment.
so far.
i miss his scent.
my heart is his
i love him
i’m to scared to say so
what i realized on the drive
flagrant
this bend curves through
green waves
the mind’s own
wave, as if
feynman had
nothing better to
do than invent
the rest of your life
in one quick flurry.
again, i drove befor, again? why not driven, passionated, janking your soul off a mountencliff. but hey, driving’ s fine already
I can’t see where I’m going, I just know I’m going there. Serene, calm, just and fair. The engine halts and the veil over my eyes is lifted, releif. I can breathe
makes you go crazy in a meadow. pull your hair out, take the car to your madness
sometimes i drive a very long way, too long of a way sometimes. distance drives me insane. everything in my life is defined by this distance, and the easiest thing to do, is drive.
makes you go crazy in a meadow. pull your hear out, take the car to your madness
I am driven. I cant drive though. Funny how that works out. Words meaning two things, and you can apply such vagueness to it. Im driven to write music. Im driven to use drugs and avoid my problems. But im not driven to drive a car..?
i love to drive places all the time sometimes with my self sometimes withy my parents. Drive cand make some one to do some thing drive can be good or bad my computer has a drive drive drive
forward. move down the street. wake up. drop the phone.
Understand we are going somewhere and its a privilege to be on the road operating an automobile. There are people in this world, on this continent and in the same country as you who will never have the pleasure of operating an automobile so do it well for christ’s sake.
Oh, what a loaded word.
Driving is the bane of my existance. I can’t do it and it holds me back from everything. I can’t go anywhere, do anything, be anything because I’m not independantly mobile. I’m starting to lose friends over it. It’s going to hurt my college chances because I won’t have any experience in anything because i’m stuck in this house all because I find it incredibly difficult to back a mini-van out of my driveway!!!
Driving. Hah.
Driving is scary. So much power. Afraid I’ll get fat, from not walking as much. But it can take me places. New jobs, new experiences, more money, less money, drive, go, job, work, play, crash.
Write.
I took my car and drove down the supermarket. There was a really weird guy there. I think he was buying flying oranges. Then I drove home again and found my back seat filled with winged oranges…
fast and far, without a destination, to a Trans-siberian chicken dance where five thousand people will worship your sloth-like cheeks from a distance communicating respect but also curiosity.
i drove to the end of a boggy marsh and my feet like lead sunk in the pete. my blood boiled to beer and cognac. i stumble through the files in my bank of treason, reason, and existentialism. I fight I was fighitng.
I love to drive. Driving puts people in the worst of moods into the best of moods. Seriously driving on the highway is the best of the simplest joys in life. Especially on a fall day when it’s just warm enough to roll the windows down with the heat on at your feet. There is nothing the road cannot cure.
sometimes driving is the scariest thing I have to do and it feels strange that i’m trusted with such a responsibility. but i love the feeling of just being able to go wherever i want to go without anyone stopping me. of course i will have to go the speed limit and what not, just i love the freedom.
i have a drive to succeed.
I remember that night drive more than any other drive of my life. There I was, driving two hours home. Two hours away from the boy I had loved for almost two years. Half an hour ago, I had been right there. Right in his town, right next door. And he didn’t even care enough to come to see me. I remember that night drive more than any other drive of my life. I was devastated.
Drive and ambition only gets you so far, the Gods also have to be on your side. Are they?
The drive twisted and turned until it straightened out, leading to a large brick house. Ivy climbed its way up the sides, covering everything except the windows and the flamboyantly red door. She knocked hearing the shuffling of feet somewhere behind the door.
drive through the tree lined road on the edge of town. See the headlights coming toward you at an uncomfortably fast speed. Move slightly to the side of the road to avoid collision. Hit a pot hole on the side of the road, drive into the forest and hit a tree.
I lack the drive, of late, to accomplish anything. It’s hot. Hot enough to suck every last drop of energy from my mind, body and soul. The grass is no longer green. The roses have long since shriveled and faded. And it’s only July.
drive on a sunday afternoon is a nice way to drive if you liek to drive. sunday afternoon drives are a fun way to drive. driving on a sunny day is also fun if you like to drive. drive a car drive a bus drive a truck drive a mothercycle drive a bi
drive away for the rest of forever take you with me we’ll meet and go we can take our lives and forget what we haven’t gotten yet, come with me please, come with me please
I will drive to the store to pick up some fresh fruit. Juicy and sweet. Melon. Apples. Oranges. Then I’ll drive to the farmer’s market and pick up some fresh and fragrant veggies. The drive to cook and slice up the tasty fruit and veggies is with me now.
“Just drive damn it!” she screamed at him. He gave her a mean look and continued fingering his handphone, completing the message he was typing while sipping on his Slurpy and picking at the stubble that was irritating him, with his knee steering the car.
sometimes, it is best to just go get in the car and drive to someplace where you did not want to go and look her in the eye and say, “i’m back…”
sometimes you shouldn’t drive anywhere…
And i got on the highway and i just went. The cool breeze ran past my face and the radio was up and she was so far from my mind it wasn’t even funny. Cacti littered the side of the road, and my mind was blank. my mind, my mind… its funny how on a long drive you think more than you really expect to. it’s just you and the road and you feel like the destination and the scenery will disappear and you’ll just forget and move on.
Sometimes I love to drive, other times I hate it. It’s weird how driving can tire you out. All you do is sit on your ass and press your right foot up and down. Sometimes I like to exercise my left foot by turning my ankle back and forth. Sometimes it cracks, other times there’s this soundless pop. I can’t ever stretch out my right foot, though; that’s frustrating.
DRIVE MY CAR DOWN THE LONELY LANE
MY MIND RUNS THROUGH MANY DETAILS OF THINGS I COULD NOT SAY OUTLOUD
I BECOME FLUSHED IN THE MOMENT OF EMPTINESS
JUST TAKE THE DRIVE AND RELEASE