Fossil fuels are decreasing at an alarming rate. Something should be done, but no one seems to care enough to try an alternative approach. Fuck you, BP.
I love Jurassic Park, though the raptors in the kitchen scene scared me as a child (and still does, to this day). I wonder if there are people in my generation who actually became paleontologists because of the book and movie.
as stupid as always,she tryed to defend the manufactuers of the fossil fuels.With her vote she set into motion the thermonuclear war that spelled the end for mankind,her last whimsical thought was I will vote for this one such a colorful button,,,,,
A fossil is the remains of a once living animal or plant. We learn a lot from fossils about the past and we use fossils in many different ways. What part of our lives is like a fossil? Perhaps, the memory of trying times or the physical pictures we keep throughout life, or perhaps our fossil is the inprint we leave on this Earth when we are gone. As a teacher, my goal is to leave an inprint, not just any old inrint, but a positive_______ inprint. I want people to be able to learn about me by studying the products of my work- my students. I want to be used as an inspiration for everyday people but especially for my family- Doug, Anthony and Nevaeh.
My son works in mines repairing the machines that dig coal. Coal is composed of fossil with many thousand years of decomposed animals, plants, and soils.
she was far too old for this. he gazed at her like a labrador in heat. fucking fossil that was, slope lidded, long toothed, wattle necked, flabby armed bitch, and yet, he adored her.
Though it may have died long ago, what it left behind for the world to enjoy is something beautiful. It speaks volumes about what it was and what it did. The way it makes me feel is something no one but you will understand. Our love is a fossil in time; dead but somehow preserved.
i havent written in a while. so i deceded this would be a lovely thing to do. fossil. well i was gonna write a list about the word, but i cant really do that with FOSSIL now can i? we have a fossil in the fornt *front of our yard that we took from our old house.
Digging in the yard a small rock sliced my palm. I recoiled bringing it back and pain and throwing the rock in aggravation. Only after did I realize the tiny lines in the shape of a small animal had been the imprint of blood.
A fossil was a nice way to put his looks. He wore thick, old, coke bottle glasses – ones that seemed only an owl would have reason for wearing. He stood there stupidly, waiting for some sign of movement.
The fossil just sat in the chair. She was as old as the hills, skin wrinkled into bags around her jowles and sagging down her neck. She was nothing but bones underneath, making you believe that there was no life left there, except for the cold, evil look she sent forth from her sunken eyes.
fossils are popping up in the mountain path as I get higher to the summit – they are swirling and pointing my way to the summit – they are increasing as my vertigo increases. swirling fossils as the world around me swirls.
there was a fossil in my yard, it was huugee. oh the many fossils there are in the world, and i found one of the in my yeard? hmmm maybe its a sign of awesomeness
Fossils everywhere, even where those that don’t dig, they haunt. Like a rose, the come out when we least expect it. and don’t cry for those lost, they are long gone, now.
I love Fossil watches, but they’re so damned expensive. But they last a really long time (which is probably why they’re called “Fossil”). It’s interesting to note how a timepiece is labeled after something older than time. Time noting time.
who are the fossils, these days? are they past civilisations, compressed into heated carbon over years and the press of feet and life? is it a hint of the earth’s beginnings, its tumultous hormone-raging age where mountains bulged like new spines of feeling? I don’t want to be a fossil, thank you but no.
Dinosaur bones lay underneath millions of layers in the earth. A nimble archaeologist tries to find it with nothing more than a brush and shovel in the hot, baking sun.
I swear, the guy was so old, he was practically a fossil. I didn’t see it coming. Walking up behind him, about to snatch the wallet out of his pocket. I could already see the pictures of his grand kids in the fold out picture frame, but I could not see the letter opener he jammed into my throat…
How strange that I would think about this now.
It’s the ultimate goal of a young boy’s life: sex.
But for some reason I can only think of how in 1000 years, we’ll both be fossils
They uncovered the fossil, so complete for its type. It was as if the creature the bones belonged to was right there with them. What of it now? These bones lie forever dormant in a museum, sealed away for whatever harm they may cause.
Her body felt as stiff as a fossil. She almost wondered if her bones were just as frail and yellowed. Thankfully, she couldn’t see through her skin- at least not today anyway. Slowly she turned on her side and let out a sigh- another day to find a cure. Today might be the day.
Ja, so Verhaltensmuster halten sich lange. Schichten liegen darüber. Schürfwunden, Schutt, Asche, das vom Haupt auf den Boden gerieselt ist. Um zum Kern der Sache zu kommen, muss man lange bohren. Bei so manchen Bohrungen kommt es zu Explosionen.
I never did write what they told me to write in school. I mostly know what I want to say before I even look at the topic, and they might or might not go with that they want me to write. I don’t care either way. Stories are like historical files that we have within us, and some things should come out anyway, no matter who does or doesn’t want them to.
We were already far into the desert. It seemed to stretch forever into the future and forever into the past. Left and right, backward and forward. It was beautiful. And it was sweltering. The search for the fossil continued.
The fossil remains of my greatest hero laid at my feet. It wasn’t something you’d expect just to be there in the open like that, because it shocked all the passersby, but you could not deny its glory.
Fossil fuels are decreasing at an alarming rate. Something should be done, but no one seems to care enough to try an alternative approach. Fuck you, BP.
Tectonic Iconic relapse uncertainty. Patience humanity life death symbolic.
I love Jurassic Park, though the raptors in the kitchen scene scared me as a child (and still does, to this day). I wonder if there are people in my generation who actually became paleontologists because of the book and movie.
as stupid as always,she tryed to defend the manufactuers of the fossil fuels.With her vote she set into motion the thermonuclear war that spelled the end for mankind,her last whimsical thought was I will vote for this one such a colorful button,,,,,
what the hell is fossil? im really dont knot what that word mean. what can i write about it? simply nothing!
A fossil is the remains of a once living animal or plant. We learn a lot from fossils about the past and we use fossils in many different ways. What part of our lives is like a fossil? Perhaps, the memory of trying times or the physical pictures we keep throughout life, or perhaps our fossil is the inprint we leave on this Earth when we are gone. As a teacher, my goal is to leave an inprint, not just any old inrint, but a positive_______ inprint. I want people to be able to learn about me by studying the products of my work- my students. I want to be used as an inspiration for everyday people but especially for my family- Doug, Anthony and Nevaeh.
He pulled up next to her in an ancient Ford. A fossil, really. A relic. It was dusty. It smelled like it looked, old.
My son works in mines repairing the machines that dig coal. Coal is composed of fossil with many thousand years of decomposed animals, plants, and soils.
she was far too old for this. he gazed at her like a labrador in heat. fucking fossil that was, slope lidded, long toothed, wattle necked, flabby armed bitch, and yet, he adored her.
Though it may have died long ago, what it left behind for the world to enjoy is something beautiful. It speaks volumes about what it was and what it did. The way it makes me feel is something no one but you will understand. Our love is a fossil in time; dead but somehow preserved.
We all will become fossils. It is the inevitable.
imprint of your hand in mine, the sensation remains here like a fossil. this night will be engraved in my heart, each touch carved into my memory.
i havent written in a while. so i deceded this would be a lovely thing to do. fossil. well i was gonna write a list about the word, but i cant really do that with FOSSIL now can i? we have a fossil in the fornt *front of our yard that we took from our old house.
Digging in the yard a small rock sliced my palm. I recoiled bringing it back and pain and throwing the rock in aggravation. Only after did I realize the tiny lines in the shape of a small animal had been the imprint of blood.
Love wnat desire money a lot miney desire fulfill vortex I desire ibelive i let go belive believe belive
Fossil. Delicate from age, detailed, and rigid. Frozen in time, solid forever. Bones.
fossil. simple remains of what once was something grand. a fossil, a memory of something that is now lost. i wonder. can that feeling be resurrected?
A fossil was a nice way to put his looks. He wore thick, old, coke bottle glasses – ones that seemed only an owl would have reason for wearing. He stood there stupidly, waiting for some sign of movement.
The fossil just sat in the chair. She was as old as the hills, skin wrinkled into bags around her jowles and sagging down her neck. She was nothing but bones underneath, making you believe that there was no life left there, except for the cold, evil look she sent forth from her sunken eyes.
fossils are popping up in the mountain path as I get higher to the summit – they are swirling and pointing my way to the summit – they are increasing as my vertigo increases. swirling fossils as the world around me swirls.
it is not hard to raise in deep night, in a museum.
and back to sleep in the day.
but everything ended in a fire.
He lost his Fossil watch the day after he kissed me for the first time. I was secretly happy because that will give him a way to mark the day.
there was a fossil in my yard, it was huugee. oh the many fossils there are in the world, and i found one of the in my yeard? hmmm maybe its a sign of awesomeness
Fossils everywhere, even where those that don’t dig, they haunt. Like a rose, the come out when we least expect it. and don’t cry for those lost, they are long gone, now.
aged stone. dinosaurs that roamed the earth. collecting. rock hounds. enjoying the thrill of the hunt.
I love Fossil watches, but they’re so damned expensive. But they last a really long time (which is probably why they’re called “Fossil”). It’s interesting to note how a timepiece is labeled after something older than time. Time noting time.
who are the fossils, these days? are they past civilisations, compressed into heated carbon over years and the press of feet and life? is it a hint of the earth’s beginnings, its tumultous hormone-raging age where mountains bulged like new spines of feeling? I don’t want to be a fossil, thank you but no.
Found in Michigan, two thousand years old. Nothing will bring him back. Nothing will break as long as the spiral burns.
This is much more challenging than it looks!
Dinosaur bones lay underneath millions of layers in the earth. A nimble archaeologist tries to find it with nothing more than a brush and shovel in the hot, baking sun.
I swear, the guy was so old, he was practically a fossil. I didn’t see it coming. Walking up behind him, about to snatch the wallet out of his pocket. I could already see the pictures of his grand kids in the fold out picture frame, but I could not see the letter opener he jammed into my throat…
How strange that I would think about this now.
It’s the ultimate goal of a young boy’s life: sex.
But for some reason I can only think of how in 1000 years, we’ll both be fossils
They uncovered the fossil, so complete for its type. It was as if the creature the bones belonged to was right there with them. What of it now? These bones lie forever dormant in a museum, sealed away for whatever harm they may cause.
Her body felt as stiff as a fossil. She almost wondered if her bones were just as frail and yellowed. Thankfully, she couldn’t see through her skin- at least not today anyway. Slowly she turned on her side and let out a sigh- another day to find a cure. Today might be the day.
Ja, so Verhaltensmuster halten sich lange. Schichten liegen darüber. Schürfwunden, Schutt, Asche, das vom Haupt auf den Boden gerieselt ist. Um zum Kern der Sache zu kommen, muss man lange bohren. Bei so manchen Bohrungen kommt es zu Explosionen.
I never did write what they told me to write in school. I mostly know what I want to say before I even look at the topic, and they might or might not go with that they want me to write. I don’t care either way. Stories are like historical files that we have within us, and some things should come out anyway, no matter who does or doesn’t want them to.
We were already far into the desert. It seemed to stretch forever into the future and forever into the past. Left and right, backward and forward. It was beautiful. And it was sweltering. The search for the fossil continued.
stones.history.ancient history.faraway.boredoom.
The fossil remains of my greatest hero laid at my feet. It wasn’t something you’d expect just to be there in the open like that, because it shocked all the passersby, but you could not deny its glory.
i just saw it on the bitch, it was brown and cold maybe a whale ate it and threw it away. a fossil is whale’s vomit.