He could actually SEE the fingerprint. It stood there mocking him on the side of the wineglass. It was too large to be hers. It was a MAN’s fingerprint. He thought she was alone, but that fingerprint mocked him.
A fingerprint is a completely unique form of identification inherent to every single human being on the planet. They can be removed, usually through manual muilation or chemical. There is one other mammal on the planet that also have them. They are so similar tha they can be confussed with those of human beings. They belong to the kola bear of Australia. A fingerprint is the name given to the contoured surfce of the undeside of the finger.
You know there’s so much that can be summed up in the little things. Touches; smells; sounds. Memories hold the key to who we are. We’re lonely people. Sometimes that’s all we need. Touch. A connection. Another human being seems to heal so much.
The fingerprint of my life can be summed up in 6 words. I love it and never hate it. Ok thats 7 words but you get the picture. A fingerprint of a life is about as insignificant as a fingerprint on a window of the Sears Tower, but if somewhere were to investigate that impression, they would see magic.
His fingerprints were all over the door – streaked and dripping, some of them showing each swirl and line so perfectly that they looked to have been intentionally left. Where had he gone? But more importantly – who or whaat had he injured or, God forbid, killed?
His fingerprints were all over the door – streaked and dripping, some of them showing each swirl and line so perfectly that they looked to have been intentionally left. Where had he gone? But more importantly – who or whaat had he injured or, God forbid, killed?
Aftere a serious examination of the scene, he reaelizd that this was not the work of an amateur. There was a professional out there, and he would strike again. It was only matter of time. Detective Hagan, estimated he had two days until the next time a cat is kidnapped.
My own signature. Something I leave behind on every work of art, if you want to call it that. Maybe the one thing in my life I know will always truly be mine. How can I take one word and make it all about me? Ah, life is explained.
We all leave prints behind in our lives, be it in ours or others. Each memory engraved is like a fingerprint – unique. The memory of my girlfriend will forever be remembered, unaffected by time. I love you
tiny impressions on skin remind me
I one, only,
strange to have written into my core that the decree of individualism
when so many think I am one of many.
there are only so many things about a person that are sacred, and unique. A fingerprint is not one of those things. many will disagree, and say that it belongs strictly to that person, but everyone’s is different. there is no connection between people if everyone is totally different. what about a person is unique?
there are only so many things about a person that are sacred, and unique. A fingerprint is not one of those things. many will disagree, and say that it belongs strictly to that person, but everyone’s is different. there is no connection between people if everyone is totally different. what about a person is unique?
HHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Individuality – how can one be selfless without being selfish? Did we at some point in time evolve apart? Is it our DNA sraching at the surface of our skin?
i went into the room, searching for a print. any print. a finger, a toe, a follicle of hair. anything that could lead me to know for sure that HE killed her. that the heartless bastard that just left town after she was found dead killed her.
I lay down my hand
splat down my lineage
my heritage
with black and white lines
revolving around each other
like ripples in water
like i was an ocean
a sea of confusion and doubt
these are my words
of which I spill on to this canvas
has time to write this words about tips of fingers that engage in touching and feeling. i love my scar on my thumb that not only is unique but makes my prints recognizable without aid of computer or other.
He slammed his wrists against the wall as hard as he could; the rawness made sense in his mind. He had no fingerprints. How can you know who you are if your skin is blank? You are no one.
Your love is like a fingerprint, not like a tattoo, imprinted in my heard and unchangeable. Unlike any other, you have made my life change for the better, and for that I am thankful. However, sadly, life cannot be the way we want at all times, and fingerprints..like yours, can become smudged. And so I say, goodbye.
Your love is like a fingerprint, not like a tattoo, imprinted in my heard and unchangeable. Unlike any other, you have made my life change for the better, and for that I am thankful. However, sadly, life cannot be the way we want at all times, and fingerprints..like yours, can become smudged. And so I say, goodbye.
There was one on the window before me. A singular fingerprint on a streak-free plane of glass. It was odd, it being there. My grandmother was never one to leave smudges on the windows even with five grandchildren running around the house.
everyones is different, we are all so different. do you ever stop and wonder and think about how everyone in the entire world has a different story, people in their lives, tragedies, happiness, and we’re all just in this together trying to live and make it to the end. wherever that is.
everyones is different, we are all so different. do you ever stop and wonder and think about how everyone in the entire world has a different story, people in their lives, tragedies, happiness, and we’re all just in this together trying to live and make it to the end. wherever that is.
He could actually SEE the fingerprint. It stood there mocking him on the side of the wineglass. It was too large to be hers. It was a MAN’s fingerprint. He thought she was alone, but that fingerprint mocked him.
A fingerprint is a completely unique form of identification inherent to every single human being on the planet. They can be removed, usually through manual muilation or chemical. There is one other mammal on the planet that also have them. They are so similar tha they can be confussed with those of human beings. They belong to the kola bear of Australia. A fingerprint is the name given to the contoured surfce of the undeside of the finger.
I feel like you left a fingerprint marking me for life. Thanks.
You know there’s so much that can be summed up in the little things. Touches; smells; sounds. Memories hold the key to who we are. We’re lonely people. Sometimes that’s all we need. Touch. A connection. Another human being seems to heal so much.
The question is.. why?
The fingerprint of my life can be summed up in 6 words. I love it and never hate it. Ok thats 7 words but you get the picture. A fingerprint of a life is about as insignificant as a fingerprint on a window of the Sears Tower, but if somewhere were to investigate that impression, they would see magic.
His fingerprints were all over the door – streaked and dripping, some of them showing each swirl and line so perfectly that they looked to have been intentionally left. Where had he gone? But more importantly – who or whaat had he injured or, God forbid, killed?
His fingerprints were all over the door – streaked and dripping, some of them showing each swirl and line so perfectly that they looked to have been intentionally left. Where had he gone? But more importantly – who or whaat had he injured or, God forbid, killed?
i feel you all over me: your touch, your smell, your fingerprints.
Aftere a serious examination of the scene, he reaelizd that this was not the work of an amateur. There was a professional out there, and he would strike again. It was only matter of time. Detective Hagan, estimated he had two days until the next time a cat is kidnapped.
My own signature. Something I leave behind on every work of art, if you want to call it that. Maybe the one thing in my life I know will always truly be mine. How can I take one word and make it all about me? Ah, life is explained.
We all leave prints behind in our lives, be it in ours or others. Each memory engraved is like a fingerprint – unique. The memory of my girlfriend will forever be remembered, unaffected by time. I love you
tiny impressions on skin remind me
I one, only,
strange to have written into my core that the decree of individualism
when so many think I am one of many.
there are only so many things about a person that are sacred, and unique. A fingerprint is not one of those things. many will disagree, and say that it belongs strictly to that person, but everyone’s is different. there is no connection between people if everyone is totally different. what about a person is unique?
there are only so many things about a person that are sacred, and unique. A fingerprint is not one of those things. many will disagree, and say that it belongs strictly to that person, but everyone’s is different. there is no connection between people if everyone is totally different. what about a person is unique?
its your identity in a way
we have finger printing at school to tell who you are
wothout it you are no one
its just a fingerprint
:)
its your identity in a way
we have finger printing at school to tell who you are
wothout it you are no one
its just a fingerprint
:)
HHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Individuality – how can one be selfless without being selfish? Did we at some point in time evolve apart? Is it our DNA sraching at the surface of our skin?
touch. feel.
stained.
you were there. i know.
prints left all around.
the morning after.
how can we forget.
i went into the room, searching for a print. any print. a finger, a toe, a follicle of hair. anything that could lead me to know for sure that HE killed her. that the heartless bastard that just left town after she was found dead killed her.
I lay down my hand
splat down my lineage
my heritage
with black and white lines
revolving around each other
like ripples in water
like i was an ocean
a sea of confusion and doubt
these are my words
of which I spill on to this canvas
Fingerprints: Left on the mantle, the door, the bed, her heart. If she was gone. Why didn’t they go too?
has time to write this words about tips of fingers that engage in touching and feeling. i love my scar on my thumb that not only is unique but makes my prints recognizable without aid of computer or other.
my name, my heart, love you. like a tatoo, forever mark.
He slammed his wrists against the wall as hard as he could; the rawness made sense in his mind. He had no fingerprints. How can you know who you are if your skin is blank? You are no one.
Your love is like a fingerprint, not like a tattoo, imprinted in my heard and unchangeable. Unlike any other, you have made my life change for the better, and for that I am thankful. However, sadly, life cannot be the way we want at all times, and fingerprints..like yours, can become smudged. And so I say, goodbye.
Your love is like a fingerprint, not like a tattoo, imprinted in my heard and unchangeable. Unlike any other, you have made my life change for the better, and for that I am thankful. However, sadly, life cannot be the way we want at all times, and fingerprints..like yours, can become smudged. And so I say, goodbye.
There was one on the window before me. A singular fingerprint on a streak-free plane of glass. It was odd, it being there. My grandmother was never one to leave smudges on the windows even with five grandchildren running around the house.
everyones is different, we are all so different. do you ever stop and wonder and think about how everyone in the entire world has a different story, people in their lives, tragedies, happiness, and we’re all just in this together trying to live and make it to the end. wherever that is.
everyones is different, we are all so different. do you ever stop and wonder and think about how everyone in the entire world has a different story, people in their lives, tragedies, happiness, and we’re all just in this together trying to live and make it to the end. wherever that is.
balubaua.
finger + print, criminal, police, cell, jail..