“Figure it out…” He muttered under his breath. The technician pushed himself to figure out the riddle that was before him. Certainly with the constants, he could figure out the pieces that were missing.
Go figure – american kind of phrase = would never say it here one of those no foreigner would pick the gist – not until fully conversant and proud in all his or her shining competence – figures in sunlight- radiance of achievement
I figure one thing about life is that it’s not as simple as it once was, yet nothing has changed. The world is still round, people still have two arms and legs. But when you grow up shouldn’t the only thing be changed is your height?
lauren.adarnell@gmail.commA figure walks in to a building long lean sitting in the awkwardness of his extension legs like poles. Another figure walks toward the linear being and sits with roundness in protest in disgust.
Science figures? I do some pretty awesome graphs. Or maybe of the skating variety – possibly a diagram of someone figure skating, someone who has a nice figure doing figure skating in figure form? See figure 1.
Life. Try to figure that one out. An unsolvable puzzle. She sat down with her typewriter and began to write a story about a girl. A girl whose journey to find inner peace and happiness has been difficult and rocked with tragedy from day 1. From day ! From day 1 her life was traumatic. She was upside down and tried to enter the world feet first but was being strangled by the umbilical cord. Traumatic. Dramatic.
She traced her finger across the smooth curves of the egg-timer. The glass was cool under her touch. What a figure. She was so jealous. To fill out, be drawn in so tightly and flare out at the hips, so soft and rounded and yet so controlled, the middle so slim.
The last grain of coloured sand fell to the bottom. With the ‘DING’ of the stove, she was forced back into reality.
go figure – what does that mean? figure it out, work out the numbers, see the shapes, and then there is the figure. figure and form and how it all fits together and how we see it and how it feels
I do not know what the word ‘figure’ means – it only means to me to try and decide something – to try and decipher the world according to me. I don’t know how or what the world is, but i figure it to be beautiful and unexpected.
figures that I’d stay up this late. i wil probably wake up 12 hours from now in a sore fat feeling day. but will go to the gym and tighten what could be tighter than it is now. but i ate jelly beans that i could not afford to buy in the first place. and i feel bad but i won;t change.
I figured time would be a little more merciful, you know? In all the movies, the dying always have a few last heartfelt moments to say goodbye and sweet words to their loved ones. I wanted, as my boyfriend sat with my bleeding body on the side of the road waiting for an ambulance that wouldn’t make it in time, to tell him how much he meant to me. How much I wished we could’ve grown old together.
Instead, I looked at him… and then I died.
My figure it not what it used to be. It get out of shape, then I work on it, and I’m happy for a while. Then, the chocolate wars start (again)! And it is not use, it goes the wrong way again. I love chocolate, I can eat it all day long. But it’s SO bad for my… figure. Isn’t it? A
i figure that life has so many different meanings, there cant be anyone has figured it out. we all try to make configurations and interpretations regarding what happened and what will be, but when will we actually be able to figure it all out? i figure to not figure. maybe im content in just being … :D
My figure has always bothered me. I used to think that if I was as skinny as I could possibly bear, my figure would improve to the point where I was happy. That never happened, because you can’t change your shape. The only thing that really happened with my starving myself was that the guy I was in love with decided to notice how skinny I was with nice boobs so he therefore acted like a complete pig every chance he got. If you can’t tell, I didn’t appreciate it at all.
She tugged at the waistband of her trousers. It felt like a cheese wire, cutting wickedly into her soft flesh like best camembert. Looking in the mirror she realised that her figure was now the same dimensions sideways than it was front on. The option of salad at every meal loomed like a dark, depressing storm cloud.
I’m trying to figure out who I can talk to that won’t think I’m crazy when I tell them I still cry myself to sleep at night and that I lay in bed replaying every day I ever spent with you.
I have every right to hate you. I just can’t figure out how.
Stars were coming in by the Dozens. Dave and Julie had no idea they’d see all those famous people on their vacation in little old Ehrenburg, Arizona. One right after the other. They had fun counting all the famous people; the political leaders, the dignitaries, professional athletes, their families. Each with identical expressions…fear and sorrow.
go figure. you’re not here. of course i fucking miss you. and then i have to pretend like i don’t because i don’t wanna be that clingy girlfriend who always needs your attention, but shit. i wish i felt like you missed me too.
Go figure! I work all night long, have everything ship shape, and my computer crashes! Ioe eight hours worth of writing! What is up with this? Who in the heavens have I offended? Go figure!
her figure wasn’t an hourglass.
it was just glass.
it just wasn’t something you pass.
her body was first.
her figure was last.
her body, her figure,
i just passed.
i figure that it will be pointless being angry at a twelve year old who would have no control over her emotions anyway. but i just can’t help it, why do i have to bear the burnt of her resentment? i am the innocent one in this whole matter. i want out.
figure out what the fuck i should be writing right now, figures I wouldn’t know cause I don’t know shiyat yall. figurine. camel. figurine of a camel….eating walnuts. figures all we’d be doing is talking about camels eating walnuts.
I once saw a figure that would always be there taunting me in my dreams I n ever really believed in that figure but it was truthfully always there. the figure i saw would be the truth in my life while all else was fading away. and as much as i hate to admit it i really did love that little figure there.
I don’t enjoy the word figure. It makes me thinkk of confident people. Who get past first base. It makes me think of how they don’t care what their bodies look like and they can actually enjoy things… yanno? [::
her body, the way it feels in my hands, the way it melts in my mouth. the electric on my fingertips when im touching the edge of her skin. oh how i love her.
“Go figure.” she said, fiddling with the zipper on her jacket. Left foot resting on the step before her.
He shrugged, sighed, and rolled his eyes towards the grey indigo sky. The park across from their house was deserted at this time of the year and except for the residual echoes of last spring’s birdsongs, stayed silent, bleached, forgotten.
I was listening to NPR yesterday morning and they were talking about Gaugain’s current show at the National Museum in DC. They were talking about how Gaugain painted primitive women, and how their figures were much different than western beauty. His “Eden” had seven toes.
I figure we find each other, get together, and decide on the whole truth about soulmates. Because I worry, pretty much daily in boredom at this point, who I’m supposed to be with and where we’re supposed to meet, and how I’m supposed to know its you.
Because I don’t trust these istincts…
what makes it perfect. nothing. No one figure can be deemed better but secretly I am still working at totally and completely embracing and believing that because at the moment, I do not. I figure if I internalize it enough that I will figure out how to truly believe that every body is beautiful.
It figures, really. She never thought it would get infected. But she hadn’t listened to her mother and now it had grown and grown and was spreading purplish-green veins all over her arm. She wondered how long it would take for the change to be complete. She wondered if her body would be the first to go, or her mind. She wondered if she would miss being alive. She wondered if her friends would miss her. They said it didn’t hurt. Would it hurt when she ripped off her friend’s arm, or bit into her brother’s neck?
Swirling,
Twirling across the sky,
Moving and twisting,
Undulating endlessly.
shape size weight lies,
be yourself noone else
figure is how you see yourself
Figure
The shape,
The design,
The pattern,
Design
“Figure it out…” He muttered under his breath. The technician pushed himself to figure out the riddle that was before him. Certainly with the constants, he could figure out the pieces that were missing.
Go figure – american kind of phrase = would never say it here one of those no foreigner would pick the gist – not until fully conversant and proud in all his or her shining competence – figures in sunlight- radiance of achievement
I figure one thing about life is that it’s not as simple as it once was, yet nothing has changed. The world is still round, people still have two arms and legs. But when you grow up shouldn’t the only thing be changed is your height?
lauren.adarnell@gmail.commA figure walks in to a building long lean sitting in the awkwardness of his extension legs like poles. Another figure walks toward the linear being and sits with roundness in protest in disgust.
i can figure out so many things about this world still lit seems a mystery to me . I marvel at its wonders and think about its vastness.
Science figures? I do some pretty awesome graphs. Or maybe of the skating variety – possibly a diagram of someone figure skating, someone who has a nice figure doing figure skating in figure form? See figure 1.
Life. Try to figure that one out. An unsolvable puzzle. She sat down with her typewriter and began to write a story about a girl. A girl whose journey to find inner peace and happiness has been difficult and rocked with tragedy from day 1. From day ! From day 1 her life was traumatic. She was upside down and tried to enter the world feet first but was being strangled by the umbilical cord. Traumatic. Dramatic.
It was so shapely.
Ideal.
She traced her finger across the smooth curves of the egg-timer. The glass was cool under her touch. What a figure. She was so jealous. To fill out, be drawn in so tightly and flare out at the hips, so soft and rounded and yet so controlled, the middle so slim.
The last grain of coloured sand fell to the bottom. With the ‘DING’ of the stove, she was forced back into reality.
Figure 8. Infinite. I have an infinitely sexy figure, I figure. Or maybe that doesn’t make sense?
go figure – what does that mean? figure it out, work out the numbers, see the shapes, and then there is the figure. figure and form and how it all fits together and how we see it and how it feels
The dictionary decides what words such as figure mean, but i decide what they mean to me. I figure that’s the way to be.
I do not know what the word ‘figure’ means – it only means to me to try and decide something – to try and decipher the world according to me. I don’t know how or what the world is, but i figure it to be beautiful and unexpected.
The money was the beginning. The result was a figure that I could only imagine. Only when we stopped did the reality hit.
figures that I’d stay up this late. i wil probably wake up 12 hours from now in a sore fat feeling day. but will go to the gym and tighten what could be tighter than it is now. but i ate jelly beans that i could not afford to buy in the first place. and i feel bad but i won;t change.
sort out, analysis, discuss, think about, think, thinking, shape, size, curvy, strong, woman, describe, smooth
I figured time would be a little more merciful, you know? In all the movies, the dying always have a few last heartfelt moments to say goodbye and sweet words to their loved ones. I wanted, as my boyfriend sat with my bleeding body on the side of the road waiting for an ambulance that wouldn’t make it in time, to tell him how much he meant to me. How much I wished we could’ve grown old together.
Instead, I looked at him… and then I died.
My figure it not what it used to be. It get out of shape, then I work on it, and I’m happy for a while. Then, the chocolate wars start (again)! And it is not use, it goes the wrong way again. I love chocolate, I can eat it all day long. But it’s SO bad for my… figure. Isn’t it? A
i figure that life has so many different meanings, there cant be anyone has figured it out. we all try to make configurations and interpretations regarding what happened and what will be, but when will we actually be able to figure it all out? i figure to not figure. maybe im content in just being … :D
My figure has always bothered me. I used to think that if I was as skinny as I could possibly bear, my figure would improve to the point where I was happy. That never happened, because you can’t change your shape. The only thing that really happened with my starving myself was that the guy I was in love with decided to notice how skinny I was with nice boobs so he therefore acted like a complete pig every chance he got. If you can’t tell, I didn’t appreciate it at all.
She tugged at the waistband of her trousers. It felt like a cheese wire, cutting wickedly into her soft flesh like best camembert. Looking in the mirror she realised that her figure was now the same dimensions sideways than it was front on. The option of salad at every meal loomed like a dark, depressing storm cloud.
I’m trying to figure out who I can talk to that won’t think I’m crazy when I tell them I still cry myself to sleep at night and that I lay in bed replaying every day I ever spent with you.
I have every right to hate you. I just can’t figure out how.
Stars were coming in by the Dozens. Dave and Julie had no idea they’d see all those famous people on their vacation in little old Ehrenburg, Arizona. One right after the other. They had fun counting all the famous people; the political leaders, the dignitaries, professional athletes, their families. Each with identical expressions…fear and sorrow.
They began to figure something was wrong.
“Brad!…Hey, Brad!…what’s going on?”
go figure. you’re not here. of course i fucking miss you. and then i have to pretend like i don’t because i don’t wanna be that clingy girlfriend who always needs your attention, but shit. i wish i felt like you missed me too.
A womans beautiful curves under an unshapely gown, hiding her beautiful figure.
Go figure! I work all night long, have everything ship shape, and my computer crashes! Ioe eight hours worth of writing! What is up with this? Who in the heavens have I offended? Go figure!
her figure wasn’t an hourglass.
it was just glass.
it just wasn’t something you pass.
her body was first.
her figure was last.
her body, her figure,
i just passed.
i figure that it will be pointless being angry at a twelve year old who would have no control over her emotions anyway. but i just can’t help it, why do i have to bear the burnt of her resentment? i am the innocent one in this whole matter. i want out.
figure out what the fuck i should be writing right now, figures I wouldn’t know cause I don’t know shiyat yall. figurine. camel. figurine of a camel….eating walnuts. figures all we’d be doing is talking about camels eating walnuts.
I once saw a figure that would always be there taunting me in my dreams I n ever really believed in that figure but it was truthfully always there. the figure i saw would be the truth in my life while all else was fading away. and as much as i hate to admit it i really did love that little figure there.
I don’t enjoy the word figure. It makes me thinkk of confident people. Who get past first base. It makes me think of how they don’t care what their bodies look like and they can actually enjoy things… yanno? [::
her body, the way it feels in my hands, the way it melts in my mouth. the electric on my fingertips when im touching the edge of her skin. oh how i love her.
“Go figure.” she said, fiddling with the zipper on her jacket. Left foot resting on the step before her.
He shrugged, sighed, and rolled his eyes towards the grey indigo sky. The park across from their house was deserted at this time of the year and except for the residual echoes of last spring’s birdsongs, stayed silent, bleached, forgotten.
I was listening to NPR yesterday morning and they were talking about Gaugain’s current show at the National Museum in DC. They were talking about how Gaugain painted primitive women, and how their figures were much different than western beauty. His “Eden” had seven toes.
I figure we find each other, get together, and decide on the whole truth about soulmates. Because I worry, pretty much daily in boredom at this point, who I’m supposed to be with and where we’re supposed to meet, and how I’m supposed to know its you.
Because I don’t trust these istincts…
I never learned to skate in a figure eight
I always did it sideways
And finished late
Because it takes a lot longer to count to infinity
what makes it perfect. nothing. No one figure can be deemed better but secretly I am still working at totally and completely embracing and believing that because at the moment, I do not. I figure if I internalize it enough that I will figure out how to truly believe that every body is beautiful.
It figures, really. She never thought it would get infected. But she hadn’t listened to her mother and now it had grown and grown and was spreading purplish-green veins all over her arm. She wondered how long it would take for the change to be complete. She wondered if her body would be the first to go, or her mind. She wondered if she would miss being alive. She wondered if her friends would miss her. They said it didn’t hurt. Would it hurt when she ripped off her friend’s arm, or bit into her brother’s neck?