i was driven to the edge by a insulent cheetoh which really pissed me off because it turned my teeth orange before a date with a somewhat overweight chick…damn
damn cheeto bastards
driven
driven huh
where to
in what
i just barely got my driver’s license
driver
driven
drive
n
driven
makes sense doesnt it?
it should……!
i have to go i have to go to get there to heal to learn to give to make ti better to love to heal i have to do my life work and do it well. i heal i love i live, i give. i give my all. i pour out myself to the cause, to the call. I love, I live, I give… it is all the same. All of these are parts of the whole, the whole that is me. i am driven by a need to heal, to make the broken whole.
the man was driven insane.
His passion gone his love dead.
he had no constant or anything. Life turned to a black abyss!!!!!! He soon committed suecide.
I was driven to you by a force beyond myself. Or maybe it was me; a higher power inside of me. The potential to be all that I can be, and help all that I can help-regardless of the repercussions and pain it may cause. I was driven to be a change in the world. And I accept that challenge.
I was driven to be a doctor since early childhood. That dream was shattered sue to a bad marriage. I was driven to fins a day to work with children. Even though I was raising 3 children on my own I was driven to get my masters and phd and become a child psychologist and i succeeded.
I am driven. Strong. Elegant. Without being driven I would just be a daisy in the wind, whipped around by forces greater than me. It is drive that keeps be grounded, sturdy, and focused. Rooted. To forces beneath me.
The car chugged as it climbed the grate. Motor whirring. Will it make it the last 100 miles? Closing the gap never seemed more important. Reaching the top of the mountain pass, the view unfolded. Blue mountains sprawled out, clouds rising from between the trees. Yes, it was closer now than before.
he was driven to murder his wife by the simple fact that life had become a bore. The mind numbing routine of work, home, work, home had become too much for him to handle. And he finally realized teh only thing keeping him from changing the routine was Marta, his wife.
Driven, I would love to drive a nascar indy car. I realize the importance of safe driving. I want a mustang covertible. I am so not driven to succeed–but I will live. I can drive fast.
Driven, I would love to drive a nascar indy car. I realize the importance of safe driving. I want a mustang covertible. I am so not driven to succeed–but I will live. I can drive fast.
I feel driven to save my home, driven to become a better person, driven to stop hating my mother. I hate my mother for not mothering me, even though I am only 42. Driven to make more money. I am so fucking scared it’s incredible. Some day I will be more peaceufl. Some day I won’t be so afraid. How do I loose my cool so often. I feel so good about life and then my mother walks in the door and I feel so hateful.
Once I was driven to a land with many flowers. Flowers of one type mind you, with their faces in the same direction, stems straight like pool ques, and petals exploding out from center with an abandon only mother nature knows. Thousands upon thousands of flowers, I was driven through.
Cars go rushing by, speeding and sending air rushing against my face. They’re intent, moving towards some far off destination with some strange determination that i can’t quite understand, as I’m just walking aimlessly, no drive or goal or purpose. No end.
He was determined. This wasn’t going to get him down. All of his life he was driven by a desire to accomplish this one task–this task that’s time had now come to be finished. Walking under the moonlit night, he contemplated his choices and decided what must be done.
WHen I think of driven I think of a motivated person who never stops trying to achieve their goals and aspirations. Being driven is not about being the best but always making an effort to do your best, which is far more important. Someone who is is driven is usually inspired by a combination of the world around them and their own personal motivation.
The long road ahead of us, dark with the night, our headlights beaming out into the black, illuminating our path. Where will this road lead us? Will we ever return.
i drove my car along the boulevard and stopped at the diner with my friend jacob and he had a hamburger we all shared in somme food and shit and it was pretty good afterwards we went to a movie and then to a party with some friends where we got plastered and drew on the walls the cops came and broke up the party for a noise complaint at which point we went home.
I was driven to the brink of insanity this year. SO much stuff to do. So much work such a small amount of sleep. People need time to sit back and relax. We need time to rest and recuperate. We have such busy lives that we miss so many things.
Once upon a time there was a man named Bob. Bob’s neighbors had a small, annoying dog. Bob’s neighbors’ dog would keep him up all night barking, or at least, trying to bark. It was really just a yap. Bob started to go insane. He would think he was seeing the dog everywhere. He went to see a therapist about how he was driven crazy.
‘I drove to a place. wih great haste, in fact though i didnt know. But inddedd with darkness was that glow. and so a gather essencse from this flight. to fr5ee myself from this terrible blight. and so forgotten is this deed, all i trust is now in great need.
I was driven to success at the Direct Marketing Ad Agency and gladly gave up one summer of my life to produce the FIRS EVER Pfalztgraff catalog. It was not great fun to miss the beach, the BBQs, the summer blockbuster movies. And when I held that book in my hand it was worth it.
I really don’t like being driven around all that much. I’d much rather be the driver. I don’t like not being in control of where I’m going. I don’t want to be the passenger. I feel like if i’m not driving on a road, or the road of life, I won’t be the one who gets credit for the new discoveries.
Driven to distraction. One thought enters your mind and you fixate on it. You can’t escape the power of your obsession. Is it the relative merits of Alice Cooper’s version of SCHOOL’S OUT versus Pink Floyd’s? Is it reading for pleasure rather than reading for information? Is it that tiny little muscle spasm on your chest that makes you think this might be the big one, Elizabeth? You can concentrate so hard on minutia that you miss the big picture even as it drives away.
i’ve driven once before, when we were close. i said, “i’ve always wanted to drive but i’ve never gotten the opportunity.” you stopped the car and we switched spots without saying a word. you guided me and told me not to be scared, and it was fun, like a video game almost. i miss when we were that close and when things weren’t complicated. i miss and love you so much, but i see the ugly in you now.
driven to succeed
driven to the edge
driven over, driven across
driven from all sides
in different directions
driven–
please, can’t we put it in park this once?
I took the keys out of my house and slammed the door. It was the last time that they would ever be doing such a thing to be. I got into my car and drove off into the bleak night, on the late August when the stars shone brightly in the sky.
i was sitting there thinking about all the places in my life that i have driven.i dont think that i have driven enough..but sometimes i think that I haven driven way to much in life and that i just need to step back and walk…or ride a bike. So why do i need to drive? i will just go walk…alot funnier..
i just did this one….
i was driven to the edge by a insulent cheetoh which really pissed me off because it turned my teeth orange before a date with a somewhat overweight chick…damn
damn cheeto bastards
driven
driven huh
where to
in what
i just barely got my driver’s license
driver
driven
drive
n
driven
makes sense doesnt it?
it should……!
ive been driven to shoot people in a carnival and did i mention that im a deer. we drove to the carnival in a car. and i was the hood ornament.
i have to go i have to go to get there to heal to learn to give to make ti better to love to heal i have to do my life work and do it well. i heal i love i live, i give. i give my all. i pour out myself to the cause, to the call. I love, I live, I give… it is all the same. All of these are parts of the whole, the whole that is me. i am driven by a need to heal, to make the broken whole.
He was driven by his desire to create a unique career. He wanted to make sure his clients trusted him and knew he was their advisor more
well, i have driven you fucking crazy, girl. you had driven me crazy for so long, damn!!
the man was driven insane.
His passion gone his love dead.
he had no constant or anything. Life turned to a black abyss!!!!!! He soon committed suecide.
I was driven to you by a force beyond myself. Or maybe it was me; a higher power inside of me. The potential to be all that I can be, and help all that I can help-regardless of the repercussions and pain it may cause. I was driven to be a change in the world. And I accept that challenge.
I was driven to be a doctor since early childhood. That dream was shattered sue to a bad marriage. I was driven to fins a day to work with children. Even though I was raising 3 children on my own I was driven to get my masters and phd and become a child psychologist and i succeeded.
I am driven. Strong. Elegant. Without being driven I would just be a daisy in the wind, whipped around by forces greater than me. It is drive that keeps be grounded, sturdy, and focused. Rooted. To forces beneath me.
The car chugged as it climbed the grate. Motor whirring. Will it make it the last 100 miles? Closing the gap never seemed more important. Reaching the top of the mountain pass, the view unfolded. Blue mountains sprawled out, clouds rising from between the trees. Yes, it was closer now than before.
he was driven to murder his wife by the simple fact that life had become a bore. The mind numbing routine of work, home, work, home had become too much for him to handle. And he finally realized teh only thing keeping him from changing the routine was Marta, his wife.
Driven, I would love to drive a nascar indy car. I realize the importance of safe driving. I want a mustang covertible. I am so not driven to succeed–but I will live. I can drive fast.
Past the point of all things. Through a muddled dawn. Let it all fade to a new beginning within the reaches of everything. the first beginning. Again.
Driven, I would love to drive a nascar indy car. I realize the importance of safe driving. I want a mustang covertible. I am so not driven to succeed–but I will live. I can drive fast.
I feel driven to save my home, driven to become a better person, driven to stop hating my mother. I hate my mother for not mothering me, even though I am only 42. Driven to make more money. I am so fucking scared it’s incredible. Some day I will be more peaceufl. Some day I won’t be so afraid. How do I loose my cool so often. I feel so good about life and then my mother walks in the door and I feel so hateful.
What an appropriate word. I am just watching the old leader of the tory party on TV. He has quite a good looking wife. Both ambitious.
Once I was driven to a land with many flowers. Flowers of one type mind you, with their faces in the same direction, stems straight like pool ques, and petals exploding out from center with an abandon only mother nature knows. Thousands upon thousands of flowers, I was driven through.
Cars go rushing by, speeding and sending air rushing against my face. They’re intent, moving towards some far off destination with some strange determination that i can’t quite understand, as I’m just walking aimlessly, no drive or goal or purpose. No end.
He was determined. This wasn’t going to get him down. All of his life he was driven by a desire to accomplish this one task–this task that’s time had now come to be finished. Walking under the moonlit night, he contemplated his choices and decided what must be done.
WHen I think of driven I think of a motivated person who never stops trying to achieve their goals and aspirations. Being driven is not about being the best but always making an effort to do your best, which is far more important. Someone who is is driven is usually inspired by a combination of the world around them and their own personal motivation.
The long road ahead of us, dark with the night, our headlights beaming out into the black, illuminating our path. Where will this road lead us? Will we ever return.
i drove my car along the boulevard and stopped at the diner with my friend jacob and he had a hamburger we all shared in somme food and shit and it was pretty good afterwards we went to a movie and then to a party with some friends where we got plastered and drew on the walls the cops came and broke up the party for a noise complaint at which point we went home.
I was driven to the brink of insanity this year. SO much stuff to do. So much work such a small amount of sleep. People need time to sit back and relax. We need time to rest and recuperate. We have such busy lives that we miss so many things.
I’m driven by passion, i’m driven by love…
But these are clich
Once upon a time there was a man named Bob. Bob’s neighbors had a small, annoying dog. Bob’s neighbors’ dog would keep him up all night barking, or at least, trying to bark. It was really just a yap. Bob started to go insane. He would think he was seeing the dog everywhere. He went to see a therapist about how he was driven crazy.
,y car exploded
it is all because
of hulk hogan
‘I drove to a place. wih great haste, in fact though i didnt know. But inddedd with darkness was that glow. and so a gather essencse from this flight. to fr5ee myself from this terrible blight. and so forgotten is this deed, all i trust is now in great need.
If you drive:don’t drink.If you drink:don’t drive.it’s OK if your wife drives you to drink.
I was driven to success at the Direct Marketing Ad Agency and gladly gave up one summer of my life to produce the FIRS EVER Pfalztgraff catalog. It was not great fun to miss the beach, the BBQs, the summer blockbuster movies. And when I held that book in my hand it was worth it.
I really don’t like being driven around all that much. I’d much rather be the driver. I don’t like not being in control of where I’m going. I don’t want to be the passenger. I feel like if i’m not driving on a road, or the road of life, I won’t be the one who gets credit for the new discoveries.
Driven to distraction. One thought enters your mind and you fixate on it. You can’t escape the power of your obsession. Is it the relative merits of Alice Cooper’s version of SCHOOL’S OUT versus Pink Floyd’s? Is it reading for pleasure rather than reading for information? Is it that tiny little muscle spasm on your chest that makes you think this might be the big one, Elizabeth? You can concentrate so hard on minutia that you miss the big picture even as it drives away.
i’ve driven once before, when we were close. i said, “i’ve always wanted to drive but i’ve never gotten the opportunity.” you stopped the car and we switched spots without saying a word. you guided me and told me not to be scared, and it was fun, like a video game almost. i miss when we were that close and when things weren’t complicated. i miss and love you so much, but i see the ugly in you now.
driven to succeed
driven to the edge
driven over, driven across
driven from all sides
in different directions
driven–
please, can’t we put it in park this once?
I took the keys out of my house and slammed the door. It was the last time that they would ever be doing such a thing to be. I got into my car and drove off into the bleak night, on the late August when the stars shone brightly in the sky.
I was driven to do the impossible.
Yeah, that’s just me.
The impossible…
Ha.
I’m the shy nerd.
Damn, I’m so stupid!
So, here I am. Not doing much.
When she walks up.
Wow.
With her friends.
determined to kick some ask! Who you know gets you the job you want. What you know gets the job…
it is grey and black and the lower half is missing, could it be in white??although it is not all visible it is still very easy to read
I’m driven to my garden. Watching it grow and
i was sitting there thinking about all the places in my life that i have driven.i dont think that i have driven enough..but sometimes i think that I haven driven way to much in life and that i just need to step back and walk…or ride a bike. So why do i need to drive? i will just go walk…alot funnier..