fixed
that broken
cogs and wires poking
at surgeon’s technical fingers
muddling within
the metallic carcass
of dead mechanics
reawakened
with a cry of success.
Sometimes things fall apart in your hands and there is no way to glue it back together. Forget feathers, forget tape, forget everything else but the hairline fractures that ripple down in bitter cascades. But there are hands, too, to hold together at the seams what had always seemed hopeless. There are ways to mend a broken heart-
In society, everything is fixed, it is stationary, there are no problems that are unaccounted for, there is a ‘way’ and a path and a solution, and no struggle exists that is too big to fit inside.
So take a breath and exhale as much society from your lungs as possible. Feel what it’s like to be empty for a moment. To be baffled by the struggle of existence.
I wish my mind could be fixed. I wish everything in my life that I hate or am sad about could be fixed. that would perfect. and that is all I have to say about this.
She fixed her eyes on the point ahead of her. Slowed her breathing. But no matter how hard she tried, she could not get the image to recede from her brain. Of Matthew’s last struggle. She couldn’t make the pain on his face leave.
Cold Play’s “Fix You” is by far one of the best songs ever written in my opinion. It’s all about loving someone and doing the best you can to bring them back to life if they ever fall and feel they can’t get up.
It came, high time to fix all the things which were destroyed during 30 years of multi-colonial war. Peace treaty was signed, people together will revive the earth from ashes.
today we sat in silence. the loud speaker crackled and whispered and we rounded our shoulders, head bowed. airy girls with too much makeup and too little books
pantomimed sorrow and i wondered how they learned to cry without running their mascara.
at 10 am, we were laughing at that funny boy in honors literature. (i remember the punchline but not the joke.) a few hours later we danced and danced and the applause swelled in a fierce hug. these years have taught me everything i know about loss.
i prefer fluid to fixed..fixed is planted…and the world is moving…change is the only constant…fixed is stuck in the ground and rooted…i prefer free and flowing…uprooted and unglued..fixed comes undone.
I wish that things were fixed between us. Or ever had the hope of being fixed. Every time I think about trying to start working on us again, it makes me think of how much longer it will take to fix myself when we inevitably fail again. I wish i could fix my brain to stop thinking about your lips on my pussy.
I was fixed from birth. All of my defects were wiped clean, all of my problems erased in a great product of ingenuity and science. I was perfect. Inside, clean and simple with no messy flesh, just metal tick-tock all the way through. My eyes were clear and would never age, my skin soft and supple as though I were only nineteen even when I was fifty and older. The world could have been mine, but it hated me.
I havent had a proper car of my own in ten years. The dashboard cracked, the hood is dented, and I can’t get the left turn signal to work. He always told me he’d fix it, but now he’s gone. That was supposed to be his job, with his coarse hands and strong demeanor. And now the car is broken, I’m broken.
The world is full of fixed ratios and statistics that govern the lives of every living creature. If you really think about it, the entire universe boils down to math. Not very romantic, but predictable.
I really need to fix my bike tire. Is it dumb to think that my life will be better and I will be happier once my bike is fixed and I can ride it to class and what not? I think if it weren’t for exercise i would have killed myself by now. The mind depends so much upon the body in every other situation, so i guess it makes sense in a way.
Watson scratched at Gladstone’s scruff, causing the dog to give a heavy groan and roll onto his back. Watson knew immediately why his partner had been acting so skittish around him.
“HOLMES!”
The detective winced and poked his head into Watson’s study. “Yes, my dear Watson?”
Watson crossed his arms and tapped his foot, gesturing with his chin at the lazy bulldog at his feet. “Did you have my dog FIXED? Did you have MY dog bloody fixed?!?”
“Well, er… Not exactly,” the eccentric scientist scrubbed at his stubble with one hand, “I didn’t have him fixed so much as I er… Took the liberty mysself. I knew you wouldn’t appreciate the veterinarian bill.” He threw his hands up in defense as the livid doctor started coming at him. “I assure you, he was very good about it, hardly felt a thing! And it was entirely necessary- the neighbors have just moved on with an Irish Setter bitch, you see, and I would hate for poor Gladstone to have to constantly fight temptation.”
Watson stopped with his face inches from Holmes’. “I’ll remember that the next time Miss Adler comes to town,” he growled.
fixed on you. give me a fix. I need a fix. please give me a fix of you. because I’m fixed on –
fix me. give me a fixing. I need to be fixed. please fix me. because I’m fixed on –
fix me up. give me a fix-upp. I need to be fixed up. please fix me up. because I’m fixed on –
fixed on you.
a sporting event
when someone is getting ready for something they are fixing themselves up
when something needs to be repaired like a car you go to get it fixed
when you get some people to get together, you have fixed them up
I am fixed in my seat fixed in my mind fixed in my body. There are a lot of things i need to fix that are around me, silly things that i own…or don’t, that i feel i have some intangible control over. I wish I could say those things are fixed now, and maybe they will be without and knowledgeable effort.
Time. It seems to be fixed. Might be just because i just watched the last episode of season six of doctor who. My goodness watching dr who or any other sci fi show always gets me thinking about what can possibly be.
Survivors of heartache say it happens exactly how you’ve always thought. You gasp desperate,try to breathe through the sobs, whisper screams into the quiet darkness of your loneliest habitats,and you feel everything intensely and you are unable to grasp the truth that something so painful would ever have an
ending…until it does. Until the days that were filled with memories of everything you ever were, and the nights that were filled with dreams of everything you thought you would be
vanish into a distant blue that washes away all traces of the nightmare you thought was pulling you in and sucking you under, and you wake up no longer shivering, no longer as cold as you were, realizing for what once again feels like the first time that the sun won’t disappear forever, and in time you will find warmth again.
I have a picture of him fixed in my mind. Perfect just perfect. A fantasy. A memory. A snapshot from a happier time, when we were young and free. I can go back to that image and dwell there whenever I need to. A permanent fixture of my dreams.
i am fixed into a life i feel is all planned out for me. i am like a button fixed into place, never moving until it becomes lose and falls of and is rarely found again
my bicycle brakes the other week, cause my wheel was sticking to them and it was slowing me down. wasn’t very fun at the time. It’s a pink bike, but it’s not very fast and isn’t as good as my bike at home.
fixed
that broken
cogs and wires poking
at surgeon’s technical fingers
muddling within
the metallic carcass
of dead mechanics
reawakened
with a cry of success.
toothpaste is about to be squezzed. At this very moment. Good bye, paste. Tooth paste.
Sometimes things fall apart in your hands and there is no way to glue it back together. Forget feathers, forget tape, forget everything else but the hairline fractures that ripple down in bitter cascades. But there are hands, too, to hold together at the seams what had always seemed hopeless. There are ways to mend a broken heart-
In society, everything is fixed, it is stationary, there are no problems that are unaccounted for, there is a ‘way’ and a path and a solution, and no struggle exists that is too big to fit inside.
So take a breath and exhale as much society from your lungs as possible. Feel what it’s like to be empty for a moment. To be baffled by the struggle of existence.
I wish my mind could be fixed. I wish everything in my life that I hate or am sad about could be fixed. that would perfect. and that is all I have to say about this.
She fixed her eyes on the point ahead of her. Slowed her breathing. But no matter how hard she tried, she could not get the image to recede from her brain. Of Matthew’s last struggle. She couldn’t make the pain on his face leave.
I am fixed in this position of endless turmoil. A continual downward helix of difficulties and responsibility.
unmoved constant and unwavering. Wishing you were lost at sea, longing for a feeling of permeability.
broken, freed, taped, sewed,healed, ruined,healing, duct tape,ripped, sealed,nothing can ever be fixed it will always be broken.
fixed in a box of lies. too many walls. stuck. they look so strong, yet so fake. why am i fixed here, broken? Do not try to fix me, just help me out!!
Cold Play’s “Fix You” is by far one of the best songs ever written in my opinion. It’s all about loving someone and doing the best you can to bring them back to life if they ever fall and feel they can’t get up.
It came, high time to fix all the things which were destroyed during 30 years of multi-colonial war. Peace treaty was signed, people together will revive the earth from ashes.
fixed on old feelings. nothing changes. structured. emotionless.
today we sat in silence. the loud speaker crackled and whispered and we rounded our shoulders, head bowed. airy girls with too much makeup and too little books
pantomimed sorrow and i wondered how they learned to cry without running their mascara.
at 10 am, we were laughing at that funny boy in honors literature. (i remember the punchline but not the joke.) a few hours later we danced and danced and the applause swelled in a fierce hug. these years have taught me everything i know about loss.
RIP
My laptop, which is not
My car, which is not
My bike,
my window
“I fixed it.”
Marie looked at the makeshift repair dubiously. “Are you sure? It looks a little–”
“Of course I’m sure!” Brandon interrupted, annoyance sharpening his tone. “I do know my way around a toolbox, you know.”
In a land where man is ruled by his destiny; a destiny that he creates, it seems as if fate is fixed when really, fate only self exists.
i prefer fluid to fixed..fixed is planted…and the world is moving…change is the only constant…fixed is stuck in the ground and rooted…i prefer free and flowing…uprooted and unglued..fixed comes undone.
I wish that things were fixed between us. Or ever had the hope of being fixed. Every time I think about trying to start working on us again, it makes me think of how much longer it will take to fix myself when we inevitably fail again. I wish i could fix my brain to stop thinking about your lips on my pussy.
the fight was fixed, every one could see that, they where no match at all. the heavy weight against that small girl…
I fixed the car all by myself. No help from anyone. I did it! I am so proud of myself. Yeah.
Fixed as a position, or as something not broken? Fixed reminds me of a stare. A stare into the stars, one that’s unchanging.
I was fixed from birth. All of my defects were wiped clean, all of my problems erased in a great product of ingenuity and science. I was perfect. Inside, clean and simple with no messy flesh, just metal tick-tock all the way through. My eyes were clear and would never age, my skin soft and supple as though I were only nineteen even when I was fifty and older. The world could have been mine, but it hated me.
I havent had a proper car of my own in ten years. The dashboard cracked, the hood is dented, and I can’t get the left turn signal to work. He always told me he’d fix it, but now he’s gone. That was supposed to be his job, with his coarse hands and strong demeanor. And now the car is broken, I’m broken.
The world is full of fixed ratios and statistics that govern the lives of every living creature. If you really think about it, the entire universe boils down to math. Not very romantic, but predictable.
I really need to fix my bike tire. Is it dumb to think that my life will be better and I will be happier once my bike is fixed and I can ride it to class and what not? I think if it weren’t for exercise i would have killed myself by now. The mind depends so much upon the body in every other situation, so i guess it makes sense in a way.
Watson scratched at Gladstone’s scruff, causing the dog to give a heavy groan and roll onto his back. Watson knew immediately why his partner had been acting so skittish around him.
“HOLMES!”
The detective winced and poked his head into Watson’s study. “Yes, my dear Watson?”
Watson crossed his arms and tapped his foot, gesturing with his chin at the lazy bulldog at his feet. “Did you have my dog FIXED? Did you have MY dog bloody fixed?!?”
“Well, er… Not exactly,” the eccentric scientist scrubbed at his stubble with one hand, “I didn’t have him fixed so much as I er… Took the liberty mysself. I knew you wouldn’t appreciate the veterinarian bill.” He threw his hands up in defense as the livid doctor started coming at him. “I assure you, he was very good about it, hardly felt a thing! And it was entirely necessary- the neighbors have just moved on with an Irish Setter bitch, you see, and I would hate for poor Gladstone to have to constantly fight temptation.”
Watson stopped with his face inches from Holmes’. “I’ll remember that the next time Miss Adler comes to town,” he growled.
fixed on you. give me a fix. I need a fix. please give me a fix of you. because I’m fixed on –
fix me. give me a fixing. I need to be fixed. please fix me. because I’m fixed on –
fix me up. give me a fix-upp. I need to be fixed up. please fix me up. because I’m fixed on –
fixed on you.
a sporting event
when someone is getting ready for something they are fixing themselves up
when something needs to be repaired like a car you go to get it fixed
when you get some people to get together, you have fixed them up
tv
lamp
chair
table
desk
remote
dresser drawers
book binding
car
door nob
pilot light
smoke detector
glasses
some days I think I’ve been fixed. The same way that we fixed my cat. it makes dating almost impossible and I think I send out a beacon.
fixed width.
don’t use a fixed width for adaptive css.
WOW
that’s really boring.
I am fixed in my seat fixed in my mind fixed in my body. There are a lot of things i need to fix that are around me, silly things that i own…or don’t, that i feel i have some intangible control over. I wish I could say those things are fixed now, and maybe they will be without and knowledgeable effort.
Time. It seems to be fixed. Might be just because i just watched the last episode of season six of doctor who. My goodness watching dr who or any other sci fi show always gets me thinking about what can possibly be.
Survivors of heartache say it happens exactly how you’ve always thought. You gasp desperate,try to breathe through the sobs, whisper screams into the quiet darkness of your loneliest habitats,and you feel everything intensely and you are unable to grasp the truth that something so painful would ever have an
ending…until it does. Until the days that were filled with memories of everything you ever were, and the nights that were filled with dreams of everything you thought you would be
vanish into a distant blue that washes away all traces of the nightmare you thought was pulling you in and sucking you under, and you wake up no longer shivering, no longer as cold as you were, realizing for what once again feels like the first time that the sun won’t disappear forever, and in time you will find warmth again.
Fix me
Never you mind
I don’t need fixing
I need something
More like
Breaking
Let go
And rage
Let go
And be
What they don’t want
Broken
I have a picture of him fixed in my mind. Perfect just perfect. A fantasy. A memory. A snapshot from a happier time, when we were young and free. I can go back to that image and dwell there whenever I need to. A permanent fixture of my dreams.
The game was fixed! So was my life!I knew the moment I would enter the arena that I would win!Imagine my surprise when my opponent knocked me down!
i am fixed into a life i feel is all planned out for me. i am like a button fixed into place, never moving until it becomes lose and falls of and is rarely found again
my bicycle brakes the other week, cause my wheel was sticking to them and it was slowing me down. wasn’t very fun at the time. It’s a pink bike, but it’s not very fast and isn’t as good as my bike at home.