before we are one, we are many. there is only one way that we can be ourselves; only one sign that shows us who we are. our clothes, our hair, our attitude; none of that is as individual as a pattern of loops and lines that extends in our hands; our hands are the very part of us that make us us.
i look at the small lines. All the things that ine little fingerprint can say about you. It can tell your past and your present. It can share your family and your adress. Just a few lines is all it takes.
babys are very small, old mens tell many tales about lives past and lives to come, maybe. What is our carbon fingerprint? Our carbon footprints are all about using up energy. Our fingerprints might be even more deadly. We seem to turn everything we touch in to evil at the moment. This world is so messed up. If only our fingers were more about reaching out with love.
what am i supposed to do? For sure, the CSI’s will find my fingerprint at the crime scene. Sure I was there, but how can I explain to them that I had nothing to do with it, that he was dead when I got there…
I found fingerprints on the glass, ice cubes still floating in the untouched water. The scene was bloody, intimidating. I felt dizzy and nauseous. What could have caused this? The fingerprints had a yellow tint, sickly, from a nightmare. I could see the fancy suit in my mind’s eye, the polished shoes, the power red tie. No face. But if I could see a face? I would kill the bastard that did this to her. Poison. Ha. Cheap trick. The detective by my side sighed and began collecting evidence.
Fingerprints they say Identify us, but I feel that we might be a little bit less than that. IT turns out that all it takes to identify us is height, you see people who are five feet are all the same due to having to face the same isssues as other five feet people around the world. The struggles of being short and the benefits of being tall would make life simple in the end.
He left fingerprints all over my house, my car, my heart. I missed his flannel shirts crumpled on the bedroom floor, the milk placed back on the wrong shelf in the fridge, they kind way he touched my chin.
He left fingerprints all over my house, my car, my heart. I missed his flannel shirts crumpled on the bedroom floor, the milk placed back on the wrong shelf in the fridge, they kind way he touched my chin.
Deinen Fingerabdruck trage ichauf meiner seele, seit ich dich daserste Mal sah. Er machmich lachenund weinen träumen ud wünschen ich wäre beidir deinen echjten Fingeraufdruck überallauf meiner Haut
The inky smudge stopped the detective. He leaned towards the countertop and dusted the fine powder over the greasy stain left behind by the possible culprit. Such a small thing could tell so much, he mused. Funny how things like that work.
fingerprints are unique and I don’t want them I want to be fingerprint free so I am even more unique because there would be no way to get me right? I think so thatd be tight I wish I had none. but i do so i cant do crimes but i would, not killing though that would suck. and stuff
The point on the tip of your finger in which there has been engraved a series of rings. No two finger prints are alike. Fingerprints are used to identify people within the American justice system. They are also used frequently as identifiers in high tech gadgetry and high security locks.
I dont see my finger print becxause it is under my finger right now. it is used for catching criminals. no one has the same finger print that is why you can catch a thief.
It’s unique. One of the few things about you that you can say “it’s mine and mine alone;” neat if you think about it. It’s what makes you the snowflake that you are; that odd bit of flourish or the asymmetry on one side.
trust the faith taht we cant help to discern the fact that hope falls to the shortened trusting of teh people in charge we in them hold faith and this othos is not to be placed in any other.
fingerprint.
you left your fingerprints on me long ago, and now they stain me from the inside out. forever yours, a memory that should’t remain, a memory i don’t want to forget. your marks on me will stay this way and everytime i look at them, i’ll think of you and wonder if you think of me too.
it was printed without ink it was left without a stamp a mark it was left nonetheless and it was a fingerprint pressed like the surface was water and it disapeared
fingerprints are all over my desk and the vase on my desk and the phone and computer screen. who knows whose prints they are. I feel dirty and robbed of cleanliness from all of the prints.
I put on my gloves so as not to leave a fingerprint. Running into the house, I met an unexpected detour…the dog. It wan’t any dog, but a Mastiff. He was showing his teeth and I was getting ready to run back outside. No sound came from the canine.
the end of the hand that tells your story of a life of a human being who is unique and amazing and special. The print of an image that you exist and that you are one of a kind.
and there was a finger print on the counter. It stared at me, with its smudgy smudgness, causing me to wonder; who had dared the daring crime of dirtying up the garishly decorated vermillion granite.
Are fingerprints collected on everything you touch? You know that magic water spinny ball at disneyland? Does that mean it has like billions of fingerprints on it? Are fingerprints only on thumbs or on all fingers? Why do people take the thumb fingerprint if it was on all fingers? I wonder…
He ran a damp cloth over the knife’s handle, ensuring there wouldn’t be a single fingerprint. Then he placed it back in the drawer and returned to the living room to finish wrapping up his dead daughter.
this is a test, you are taunting me, all it is lays before you like a fingerprinted dollhouse painting on the wall. You masochistic son of a beach comber
before we are one, we are many. there is only one way that we can be ourselves; only one sign that shows us who we are. our clothes, our hair, our attitude; none of that is as individual as a pattern of loops and lines that extends in our hands; our hands are the very part of us that make us us.
i look at the small lines. All the things that ine little fingerprint can say about you. It can tell your past and your present. It can share your family and your adress. Just a few lines is all it takes.
babys are very small, old mens tell many tales about lives past and lives to come, maybe. What is our carbon fingerprint? Our carbon footprints are all about using up energy. Our fingerprints might be even more deadly. We seem to turn everything we touch in to evil at the moment. This world is so messed up. If only our fingers were more about reaching out with love.
fingerprint
what am i supposed to do? For sure, the CSI’s will find my fingerprint at the crime scene. Sure I was there, but how can I explain to them that I had nothing to do with it, that he was dead when I got there…
is unique, a maze that sits on your fingertip.
I found fingerprints on the glass, ice cubes still floating in the untouched water. The scene was bloody, intimidating. I felt dizzy and nauseous. What could have caused this? The fingerprints had a yellow tint, sickly, from a nightmare. I could see the fancy suit in my mind’s eye, the polished shoes, the power red tie. No face. But if I could see a face? I would kill the bastard that did this to her. Poison. Ha. Cheap trick. The detective by my side sighed and began collecting evidence.
Fingerprints they say Identify us, but I feel that we might be a little bit less than that. IT turns out that all it takes to identify us is height, you see people who are five feet are all the same due to having to face the same isssues as other five feet people around the world. The struggles of being short and the benefits of being tall would make life simple in the end.
He left fingerprints all over my house, my car, my heart. I missed his flannel shirts crumpled on the bedroom floor, the milk placed back on the wrong shelf in the fridge, they kind way he touched my chin.
He left fingerprints all over my house, my car, my heart. I missed his flannel shirts crumpled on the bedroom floor, the milk placed back on the wrong shelf in the fridge, they kind way he touched my chin.
Everyone leaves them,
Has them.
Identity with every touch.
No crime goes unpunished.
Your savior one moment
Your jury the next.
Fingerprint.
Everyone leaves them,
Has them.
Identity with every touch.
No crime goes unpunished.
Your savior one moment
Your jury the next.
Fingerprint.
Deinen Fingerabdruck trage ichauf meiner seele, seit ich dich daserste Mal sah. Er machmich lachenund weinen träumen ud wünschen ich wäre beidir deinen echjten Fingeraufdruck überallauf meiner Haut
The inky smudge stopped the detective. He leaned towards the countertop and dusted the fine powder over the greasy stain left behind by the possible culprit. Such a small thing could tell so much, he mused. Funny how things like that work.
COMPLICADO, AZUL PERO CÁLIDO Y CON UNA SONRISA QUE LA NATURALEZA NOS REGALA CON SU BELLEZA Y MARAVIILLAS… UN HOGAR, UN LUGAR DE COMUNION. VIDA Y LUZ
mine, data, crime, analysis, csi, investigation, crime scene, murder, robbery, dna, genetics, family,
investigatior use finger prints to solved crimes
investigators use finger prints to solve crimes
investigatior use finger prints to solved crimes
fingerprints are unique and I don’t want them I want to be fingerprint free so I am even more unique because there would be no way to get me right? I think so thatd be tight I wish I had none. but i do so i cant do crimes but i would, not killing though that would suck. and stuff
The point on the tip of your finger in which there has been engraved a series of rings. No two finger prints are alike. Fingerprints are used to identify people within the American justice system. They are also used frequently as identifiers in high tech gadgetry and high security locks.
no one is like anyone else’s…like a zebra’s stripe pattern.
I saw a fingerprint on the table
I dont see my finger print becxause it is under my finger right now. it is used for catching criminals. no one has the same finger print that is why you can catch a thief.
It’s unique. One of the few things about you that you can say “it’s mine and mine alone;” neat if you think about it. It’s what makes you the snowflake that you are; that odd bit of flourish or the asymmetry on one side.
trust the faith taht we cant help to discern the fact that hope falls to the shortened trusting of teh people in charge we in them hold faith and this othos is not to be placed in any other.
just one happy about this disgusteing world
fingerprint.
you left your fingerprints on me long ago, and now they stain me from the inside out. forever yours, a memory that should’t remain, a memory i don’t want to forget. your marks on me will stay this way and everytime i look at them, i’ll think of you and wonder if you think of me too.
it was printed without ink it was left without a stamp a mark it was left nonetheless and it was a fingerprint pressed like the surface was water and it disapeared
fingerprints are unique; like snowflakes but less cold. Kind of like personalities but more tangible. Like the internet but more real.
Ridges and curves and curls and roundness and perfection.
On cheeks, on glasses, on paper, on keyboards.
There’s no running away from leaving your mark.
fingerprints are all over my desk and the vase on my desk and the phone and computer screen. who knows whose prints they are. I feel dirty and robbed of cleanliness from all of the prints.
I put on my gloves so as not to leave a fingerprint. Running into the house, I met an unexpected detour…the dog. It wan’t any dog, but a Mastiff. He was showing his teeth and I was getting ready to run back outside. No sound came from the canine.
Ridges and curves and curls and roundness and perfection.
On cheeks, on glasses, on paper, on keyboards.
There’s no running away from leaving your mark.
the end of the hand that tells your story of a life of a human being who is unique and amazing and special. The print of an image that you exist and that you are one of a kind.
and there was a finger print on the counter. It stared at me, with its smudgy smudgness, causing me to wonder; who had dared the daring crime of dirtying up the garishly decorated vermillion granite.
Are fingerprints collected on everything you touch? You know that magic water spinny ball at disneyland? Does that mean it has like billions of fingerprints on it? Are fingerprints only on thumbs or on all fingers? Why do people take the thumb fingerprint if it was on all fingers? I wonder…
He ran a damp cloth over the knife’s handle, ensuring there wouldn’t be a single fingerprint. Then he placed it back in the drawer and returned to the living room to finish wrapping up his dead daughter.
this is a test, you are taunting me, all it is lays before you like a fingerprinted dollhouse painting on the wall. You masochistic son of a beach comber
Fingerprints.
Identity.
Bad or good?
Suspects.
Citizens.
Body identification.
Different.
Unique.
Unknown.