Hey guise guess what paper is flat
and i like flat paper
because otherwise it would be hard to write on
like a bau5
hullo
woah there stop the traffic
flatlands
are like plains
but i guess they’re flatter.
and flat stuff is good
unless your chest is flat
“Damn,” Ross said. “Your chest is really flat.”
The girl looked down and sighed. “Yeah, I really need new stuff for it.”
The empty, flat treasure chest lay at their feet.
The elephant lifted its foot. Flat. The watermelon was flat. It terrified me to think of what was coming. The clown, shamefully underdressed without the orange wig or makeup, placed his head beneath the massive animals foot. I gripped the armrests, afraid for him. With a simple word the elephants foot came down and back up. The clown stopped moving. Flat.
Dull and unwashed
Grungy and oily, like the slick floor of a sewer
And familiar
A feeling of slight discomfort you resign yourself to
Because there is nothing you can do about it
Now
They resided in a bachelor in a flat in North Newhampshire. He was a strange class of man, a life-long student taking one class and his other, a slightly disturbed and shy friend spent countless nights thinking over every aspect of life. Natural philosophy was bred between the two and their revelations would never be known to the world at large.
The wold ran away from me. I couldn’t see the end, so i ran….I ran and ran because I could. I wanted to see the edge. I knew it was there. I’ve heard all the rumors. I was getting close. I knew it.
The flat rock felt smooth in his hand. He couldn’t believe how at peace he felt. His whole world had crumbled apart, but yet he was not crumbled. He was whole. He was ok. He could carry on.
Many years ago, people ‘knew’ that the world was flat (even though there’s, you know, this big spherical dome up above your heads”. Nowadays, people “know” that the world is round. Wonder what knowledge the next thousand years will bring- is the universe square?
Many years ago, people believed/”knew” the world to be flat. Now, people “know” the world is round. Wonder what new scientific analysis they’ll come up with in the next few thousand years- is the universe square?
The world was discovered to not be flat by the ancient Egyptians or possibly the ancient Greeks. the people in the middle ages did not believe it was flat – contrary to popular belief!
she played the notes perfectly,
naturals, sharps, and flats together
to produce a haunting melody
that flowed through the halls,
moving some to tears,
but leaving before she could be found…
The ground goes on flat for miles. You could see anything that was on the horizon… if there ever was anything, which there never is. This is what a desert with no wind is like… flat, hot, endless. Endless. the whole world, we sometimes think, must be this windless desert. BUt where would the water in the ground come from then? It never rains… we walk on.
Life is not flat…it has endless dimensions. Up, down, sideways, reverse, forward, etc…
And should we wish it to be any other way? No, no we should not, because life is only interesting because it’s endless facets never cease to amaze.
The plateau between her hips, like a blank slate, like the white of an eye. It stared balefully at me, not curved, not reflective. The slender tusks of rib were the only change in the landscape. A bowl of milk. Lying flat and soured.
I share my flat with a good friend, and I have found that the key to good and stress-free flat-sharing is being accepting of each others flaws. There are many things that annoy me about living with my friends, but they are in the end so small and inconsequential that I’d rather not mention them in fear of provoking a bigger argument. Unless she starts doing something truly horrible, I can deal with her blocking the bathroom and using up most of the freezer space.
Grey, ruddy, gross. Boring. This was the worst moment I had ever experienced in my entire, brief existence. I had expected fireworks; a show perhaps. I had received nothing, not a whiff of even the slightest excitement.
He just laid there, flat on his back, where his best friend’s punch had sent him. When, and why, had things gone so wrong between them? How could he fix this? He stared at the silent, unrelenting, unforgiving, dark blue sky, hoping for some answers that never came
the paper was flat and cold. it was blank but all i could think about were my memories and what the peice of paper meant to me and ryan. could he be the one?
I fell flat on my face. I knew this was going to happen. People are always telling me to slow down, but I just can’t seem to remember that advice at the right time. At any rate, the cake made it. Now for the knife in my side! How the hell am I supposed to remove it without taking an organ with it? Sheesh.
Out. of. luck.
Into wading water-
logged senses
Pencil shaved boards, lead
ing us out to discomfiting sea
we’ll run our heads into sand bars
and end up hammerhead sharks,
on the floorboards of mutiny
Measured bars, sharps and-
flats, counting the days
counting our bles-
sings, battered thuds of slow
alive, slow dead machines
Rushing through to sadness
Dropping ice in golf ball holes
forgetting you
Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions is an 1884 satirical novella by the English schoolmaster Edwin Abbott Abbott. Writing pseudonymously as “a Square”, Abbott used the fictional two-dimensional world of Flatland to offer pointed observations on the social hierarchy of Victorian culture. However, the novella’s more enduring contribution is its examination of dimensions.
Just yesterday the children I teach asked why the world looked flat, although it was round. The focus that was shown through there eyes was amazing. The comprehension that was minimal.
I never wanted to be flat and I always remember Kelsey complaining. It’s not even like she was ugly or fat, she was just flat. Basically flat as a board. You always hear girls complain about being flat and it makes me happy for being a D cup. Does that make me selfish?
The upstairs flat was not much to write home about. And it certainly was nothing near feeling like home. The dingy windows, moldy grout and tattered carpet conspired to make sure that I would never feel at home in this place.
Some people may say I have a flat personality. I can tell you that they are wrong. I may seem uninterested, quiet, and downright shy. But I have feelings. I have things to say. I have a love that few others understand. And that’s all that matters to me. What other people see don’t matter to me. Maybe they don’t mean enough to me to see it or hear it.
People may think I have a flat personality. I may seem boring, uninterested, and just downright shy. But that’s not really me. I have substance. I have feelings. I have things to say. Maybe you just don’t mean enough to me to hear it or see it.
I don’t want to write about flat things. I want to write about love. I don’t want to write about something I understand, or something I see. I don’t want it bland, colorless, flat. I want it consuming, intoxicating, love.
“flat, my hair is flat for picture day. i spent two hours working and teasing my hair and its flat!” Emily said while looking in my rearview mirror. Emily was always conserned about her looks, she spent more time applying her lipgloss than i did picking out my clothes for the day. i love her though like crazy, shes one of my bestfriend’s. i have three bestfriend’s, there’s Emily, Stella, Jaydon. Ive been friends with emily the longest, we met in third grade and have been friends ever since. then Stella come along when i was taking dance classes, she and i where probley the best in the class, so we stuck together. then Jaydon and Jeremy came into the picture this year they are brother and sister,Jeremy’s older then Jaydon. hes not around alot but he comes with us to the movies sometimes.
It was a flat scenario all round, about a couple living near the Bonneville salt flats. He’s got a wife beater shirt on, hasn’t washed in days, stinks to high heaven. She’s pretending to be someone she’s not, has on a chic skirt with fine flat seams that she ordered over the phone from Macy’s. Now they’re flat broke. He’s had a few too many flat beers, wants sex. She gives him a flat refusal in a flat, nasal voice. He went flat against his promise that he wouldn’t do it again. At least it was over in 9.89 seconds flat.
I’ve got a flat tire. On top of that it just started to snow and the wind was blowing way too hard. I needed to go to school on time and all of this made me be late.. I think I’ll kill myself right now.
“You should move there. It’s closer to the river, the flat he told about.”
“The river?”
“Yes, you could look out the window when you’re writing and see the river!”
“How ignorant of you.”
Wouldn’t it be so boring if hills were flat?
Hey guise guess what paper is flat
and i like flat paper
because otherwise it would be hard to write on
like a bau5
hullo
woah there stop the traffic
flatlands
are like plains
but i guess they’re flatter.
and flat stuff is good
unless your chest is flat
“Damn,” Ross said. “Your chest is really flat.”
The girl looked down and sighed. “Yeah, I really need new stuff for it.”
The empty, flat treasure chest lay at their feet.
The elephant lifted its foot. Flat. The watermelon was flat. It terrified me to think of what was coming. The clown, shamefully underdressed without the orange wig or makeup, placed his head beneath the massive animals foot. I gripped the armrests, afraid for him. With a simple word the elephants foot came down and back up. The clown stopped moving. Flat.
Dull and unwashed
Grungy and oily, like the slick floor of a sewer
And familiar
A feeling of slight discomfort you resign yourself to
Because there is nothing you can do about it
Now
They resided in a bachelor in a flat in North Newhampshire. He was a strange class of man, a life-long student taking one class and his other, a slightly disturbed and shy friend spent countless nights thinking over every aspect of life. Natural philosophy was bred between the two and their revelations would never be known to the world at large.
the road was flat and wet. there was a flatness to the sky, by and bye. My heart falls flat in the presence my mind.
The wold ran away from me. I couldn’t see the end, so i ran….I ran and ran because I could. I wanted to see the edge. I knew it was there. I’ve heard all the rumors. I was getting close. I knew it.
The flat rock felt smooth in his hand. He couldn’t believe how at peace he felt. His whole world had crumbled apart, but yet he was not crumbled. He was whole. He was ok. He could carry on.
Many years ago, people ‘knew’ that the world was flat (even though there’s, you know, this big spherical dome up above your heads”. Nowadays, people “know” that the world is round. Wonder what knowledge the next thousand years will bring- is the universe square?
Many years ago, people believed/”knew” the world to be flat. Now, people “know” the world is round. Wonder what new scientific analysis they’ll come up with in the next few thousand years- is the universe square?
The world was discovered to not be flat by the ancient Egyptians or possibly the ancient Greeks. the people in the middle ages did not believe it was flat – contrary to popular belief!
smooth surface
Flat. The first thing which comes to mind is what we despretly wanted of the water so we could go biscuiting and wakeboarding.
she played the notes perfectly,
naturals, sharps, and flats together
to produce a haunting melody
that flowed through the halls,
moving some to tears,
but leaving before she could be found…
The ground goes on flat for miles. You could see anything that was on the horizon… if there ever was anything, which there never is. This is what a desert with no wind is like… flat, hot, endless. Endless. the whole world, we sometimes think, must be this windless desert. BUt where would the water in the ground come from then? It never rains… we walk on.
Life is not flat…it has endless dimensions. Up, down, sideways, reverse, forward, etc…
And should we wish it to be any other way? No, no we should not, because life is only interesting because it’s endless facets never cease to amaze.
The plateau between her hips, like a blank slate, like the white of an eye. It stared balefully at me, not curved, not reflective. The slender tusks of rib were the only change in the landscape. A bowl of milk. Lying flat and soured.
I share my flat with a good friend, and I have found that the key to good and stress-free flat-sharing is being accepting of each others flaws. There are many things that annoy me about living with my friends, but they are in the end so small and inconsequential that I’d rather not mention them in fear of provoking a bigger argument. Unless she starts doing something truly horrible, I can deal with her blocking the bathroom and using up most of the freezer space.
Boring.
Grey, ruddy, gross. Boring. This was the worst moment I had ever experienced in my entire, brief existence. I had expected fireworks; a show perhaps. I had received nothing, not a whiff of even the slightest excitement.
He just laid there, flat on his back, where his best friend’s punch had sent him. When, and why, had things gone so wrong between them? How could he fix this? He stared at the silent, unrelenting, unforgiving, dark blue sky, hoping for some answers that never came
the paper was flat and cold. it was blank but all i could think about were my memories and what the peice of paper meant to me and ryan. could he be the one?
I fell flat on my face. I knew this was going to happen. People are always telling me to slow down, but I just can’t seem to remember that advice at the right time. At any rate, the cake made it. Now for the knife in my side! How the hell am I supposed to remove it without taking an organ with it? Sheesh.
Out. of. luck.
Into wading water-
logged senses
Pencil shaved boards, lead
ing us out to discomfiting sea
we’ll run our heads into sand bars
and end up hammerhead sharks,
on the floorboards of mutiny
Measured bars, sharps and-
flats, counting the days
counting our bles-
sings, battered thuds of slow
alive, slow dead machines
Rushing through to sadness
Dropping ice in golf ball holes
forgetting you
What have I started?
[have I ended you.
and. me.]
Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions is an 1884 satirical novella by the English schoolmaster Edwin Abbott Abbott. Writing pseudonymously as “a Square”, Abbott used the fictional two-dimensional world of Flatland to offer pointed observations on the social hierarchy of Victorian culture. However, the novella’s more enduring contribution is its examination of dimensions.
Just yesterday the children I teach asked why the world looked flat, although it was round. The focus that was shown through there eyes was amazing. The comprehension that was minimal.
I never wanted to be flat and I always remember Kelsey complaining. It’s not even like she was ugly or fat, she was just flat. Basically flat as a board. You always hear girls complain about being flat and it makes me happy for being a D cup. Does that make me selfish?
The upstairs flat was not much to write home about. And it certainly was nothing near feeling like home. The dingy windows, moldy grout and tattered carpet conspired to make sure that I would never feel at home in this place.
My flat is great. I like living good because good living makes a difference.
Some people may say I have a flat personality. I can tell you that they are wrong. I may seem uninterested, quiet, and downright shy. But I have feelings. I have things to say. I have a love that few others understand. And that’s all that matters to me. What other people see don’t matter to me. Maybe they don’t mean enough to me to see it or hear it.
People may think I have a flat personality. I may seem boring, uninterested, and just downright shy. But that’s not really me. I have substance. I have feelings. I have things to say. Maybe you just don’t mean enough to me to hear it or see it.
The world is flat,
Years ago that was “truth”,
My heart is at flatline,
Will time fix that wrong too?
I don’t want to write about flat things. I want to write about love. I don’t want to write about something I understand, or something I see. I don’t want it bland, colorless, flat. I want it consuming, intoxicating, love.
Flat describes a lack of dimension, a lack of tangibility. It is a negative term that symbolizes a need to rise up.
flat line,flat voice,flat thinking,flat hair,flat world view,flat ,lying flat grounded in knowing
yet devoid of rising above
“flat, my hair is flat for picture day. i spent two hours working and teasing my hair and its flat!” Emily said while looking in my rearview mirror. Emily was always conserned about her looks, she spent more time applying her lipgloss than i did picking out my clothes for the day. i love her though like crazy, shes one of my bestfriend’s. i have three bestfriend’s, there’s Emily, Stella, Jaydon. Ive been friends with emily the longest, we met in third grade and have been friends ever since. then Stella come along when i was taking dance classes, she and i where probley the best in the class, so we stuck together. then Jaydon and Jeremy came into the picture this year they are brother and sister,Jeremy’s older then Jaydon. hes not around alot but he comes with us to the movies sometimes.
It was a flat scenario all round, about a couple living near the Bonneville salt flats. He’s got a wife beater shirt on, hasn’t washed in days, stinks to high heaven. She’s pretending to be someone she’s not, has on a chic skirt with fine flat seams that she ordered over the phone from Macy’s. Now they’re flat broke. He’s had a few too many flat beers, wants sex. She gives him a flat refusal in a flat, nasal voice. He went flat against his promise that he wouldn’t do it again. At least it was over in 9.89 seconds flat.
really long surface, flat chested girls rock they honestly do.. the world was never flat. I live in a flat with my mates,
I’ve got a flat tire. On top of that it just started to snow and the wind was blowing way too hard. I needed to go to school on time and all of this made me be late.. I think I’ll kill myself right now.
“You should move there. It’s closer to the river, the flat he told about.”
“The river?”
“Yes, you could look out the window when you’re writing and see the river!”
“How ignorant of you.”