it’s fun and cool and I like it. It’s better with more people. Running is fun too. I like to win, but not if everyone else is annoyed with me for winning.
Life is just one big, ugly game that messes with us day to day. Like for example love. Why did life have to involve love, i mean the type of love where your whole body and mind stops when you see his face, hear his laugh or when he smiles at you. You think your so happy then one think goes wrong and its all gone and then life means nothing anymore. You spend the rest of your nights thinking of nothing but his smile and his face and all the beautiful things he said to you. You want nothing more than to be laying naked in the dark next to him talking about your life together…thats all i want
I used to be a gamer before, but not any more. I would describe my style of play as hardcore-casual. I miss it a bit, but not enough to return now. Family life is better than pixel people
life is a game and you need game changers to make it attractive. Game changing thoughts always bring about revolutionary changes and they are more often than naught good for all. Its good to play the game hard.
We played a game one day. I didn’t know the rules, but the acceptance was what I was there for. The game was a hide-and seek-like game, but put to the theme of war. The Triplets, as we called them,
i like to game it has many graphics and alot of people around the world utilize games board games any kind of game but everybody knows atleast one game little kids make up games. or others may love to just play games by them selves as a challenge others like to challenge people in games and get better at it.
Game is a word which notifies the entertainment to a very wide extent. Other than that it is something we can relate to kids. Its also related to passing the spare time as well. Game is also connected to strategy as well.
The game had begun. There we sat across from one another – sterile lab table, glasses of water – and stared. I’d have to break him some way or another, and physical force didn’t look like the way I’d do it. The corner of my eye twitched, and I cursed.
again? i just saw this word. i just wrote about this. does this thing actually work? or is it all a game? i think that this might be the computer trying to mess with me. or maybe its this website trying to make me create an account. regardless i think this feature is cool. hopefully its not a game .
theres a game that im in. im not actually wanting to play. i wish it wasnt a game at all. im in love. its no longer the same game it has been for the past couple of years. im sorry that i did play the game. i guess everyone has to realize at one point it wont always be a game.
let’s play a love game love game do you want love or you want ame lady gaga lalalaaaaaaaa i miss my boyfriend :( babyyyyy come backkkkkkkk let’s play the blame, game, i love you, moreeee let’s plaay the blame game, not in my souuuuuuuuul not in my spirit o
este es lo que pienso del amor, esto es lo que pienso de todo lo que es una vida relamente ya que todo es un juego al final vives y mueres y no hay nada mas que puedas hacer al rspecto. en esta vida no hay mas que estar constantemente sobrevivinedo dia con dia es lo que se hace hasy dias buenos y dias malos pero al final cuando nos vamos a ormir en la cama ese juego se queda podriamos decir que en pausa es nuestro juego. la vida es un juego, el amor es un juego, todo en esta vida es un juego depende de nosotros como queramos jugarlo y pasar de niveles… tenemos niveles complicados y tambien aburrids otros son mas terribles y solitarios o aveces aventureros eso depende de nosotros.
Love is not a game. Not a competition. Games are meant to be played, hearts, people, lives are not. In the end in love, both come out as winners or losers. Not both.
Twisted me around her little finger, my eyes roped to her lips by silver thread. She said the word and the vibrations carried me on the wind to do whatever she wanted to. I don’t know when it stopped being a game, when I stopped wanting to do what she said.
Game, game, game
I cannot think about what comes to mind when I see the word game
Because I just saw The Hobbit
AND I AM DYING
I DON’T KNOW HOW I SURVIVED
OH MY GOD
NO MORE
THIS IS THE LONGEST MINUTE EVER
THE HOBBIT MAKES TIME GO BY SLOWER
PERMANENTLY
MAKE THIS END I CANNOT THINK
S:FDLJAS:JLD
love is a game they say. with a winner and a loser. “And the winner takes it all. the loser has to fall. ”
Love never dies they say. But it does. It ends, and there’s a new queen for the guy and a new king for the girl. How then, is it possibly unending? Because, when he is happy with someone else, he will not remember me or my so called “love” whether im still waiting for him or not. because in actuality, that love has DIED. Liars.
Love they say, in unconditional. But who other than a mother to her child, loves another unconditionally? there’s always a glitch.
So they must be just playing a game of lies with us, and laughing in fits when we reach a dead end, realizing the baseless belief.
I put the car in park and headed across the parking lot. In the distance I saw the crowds heading toward the fence. It was game time and I wouldn’t get a good seat. My son would be so disappointed in me. I tried to be on time but I could never be good enough.
name is the game the game of love. do I believe in love? game boards filled with real candy instead of imaginary plums are a kid’s dream.
when i click the back button next to the web address bar it brings me back to this page but with my previous stuff still written.
not thinking is a dangerous game for me to be playing. when I try to just feel and just do, it’s like I can’t remember the rules to whatever game this is and then finally I realize i’s because I don’t even remember what game it is we’re playing, and then I realize, that I won’t know when it is that I’ve lost this way. If I don’t even know what game it is I’m playing it’s like I can’t lose.
cool children whirl around truly finding fault in one another, the one child lied, the other too much pride and the one who played fair had double. children truly know one thing about a game, how to play how to cruelly enjoy tormenting one another. game game game game.
The Hunger Games.
Games aren’t always fun. Like in gym class when you play a game but gym class sucks.
Or, you know what? Like in math class when you play a game but math class sucks and the suckiness of math class doesn’t override the “fun” of the game.
I like board games. My brother doesn’t. That’s annoying.
Game? A game is something simple; an activity done for the sake of fun or competition. We play games with or without physical items to further the process. We play mind games, physical games, computer games, card games, anything and everything. Memorable moments happen in games, and games can lead to some great things and great memories that we’ll never want to let go of.
this is all a little game. everything. life. love. happiness. the rule is not to win, just simply don’t lose. not losing at life is easy. not losing at happiness is easy. love is the tricky one. failure is far too high when it comes to love.
game.
you play it.
you either win or lose.
ties and stalemates.
laughter and fun.
pain and suffering.
time limits.
rules and regulations.
one person, winner.
have you played the game?
After that night at orientation Logan and that mysterious dark haired girl had a little game. They would make funny odd faces at each other across classrooms when the teacher’s back was turned. He didn’t even know her name.
the game? how do you win the game? can it be played by everyone? or just by you? how do you play the game? can it actually be won? is there a loser and a winner? i don’t really know. i’ve never played it.
“The game is on,” He said, his mischivieous wink blazing my mind.
“There’s no game. Leave me alone.”
“Oh there is, there really is.” He smiled as I tried to let myself go, “let the best one win, my love.”
“I’m not your love,” I muttered.
Thrust receive, make it harder in a stone. roller coaster symbol . arms out stretched tan finger in the bright young cave of a tiny little girl. a game we play. a game that stays in a realm of silent understanding between me you and the devil. radio eyes, dark glassy eggs. look at my mind my body. make me bag. Even if i see it unfit for a mother daughter play. It’s a cruelty party. puppet master.
Clear as day
Bright as rays
Do drop in at the Dew Drop Inn
Got a pocket full of Light
The kind that’ll squeeze those lemons into limes
And turn your nonsense into thirsty little rhymes
The game was almost over. The ball was racing from side to side, being smashed hard each time it reached the end of the court. The crowd was getting nervous. Any second now one of the players would make a mistake ans the victor of the tournament would be revealed.
Game. She said the meat was too “gamey” but really she just didn’t like giving blowjobs. Head. The dirty throat coat game. You know, what the real gangsters liked to play. The “players” as she would call them. Gamey meat, she loved the meat
it’s fun and cool and I like it. It’s better with more people. Running is fun too. I like to win, but not if everyone else is annoyed with me for winning.
Life is just one big, ugly game that messes with us day to day. Like for example love. Why did life have to involve love, i mean the type of love where your whole body and mind stops when you see his face, hear his laugh or when he smiles at you. You think your so happy then one think goes wrong and its all gone and then life means nothing anymore. You spend the rest of your nights thinking of nothing but his smile and his face and all the beautiful things he said to you. You want nothing more than to be laying naked in the dark next to him talking about your life together…thats all i want
I used to be a gamer before, but not any more. I would describe my style of play as hardcore-casual. I miss it a bit, but not enough to return now. Family life is better than pixel people
life is a game and you need game changers to make it attractive. Game changing thoughts always bring about revolutionary changes and they are more often than naught good for all. Its good to play the game hard.
We played a game one day. I didn’t know the rules, but the acceptance was what I was there for. The game was a hide-and seek-like game, but put to the theme of war. The Triplets, as we called them,
They call this a “game it’s unbelievable don’t they care the least about the players I bet they were only forced to join
i like to game it has many graphics and alot of people around the world utilize games board games any kind of game but everybody knows atleast one game little kids make up games. or others may love to just play games by them selves as a challenge others like to challenge people in games and get better at it.
The game goes like this. We each choose one memory. One memory we would be willing to share. And then we share it. But there’s a catch.
Game is a word which notifies the entertainment to a very wide extent. Other than that it is something we can relate to kids. Its also related to passing the spare time as well. Game is also connected to strategy as well.
The game had begun. There we sat across from one another – sterile lab table, glasses of water – and stared. I’d have to break him some way or another, and physical force didn’t look like the way I’d do it. The corner of my eye twitched, and I cursed.
again? i just saw this word. i just wrote about this. does this thing actually work? or is it all a game? i think that this might be the computer trying to mess with me. or maybe its this website trying to make me create an account. regardless i think this feature is cool. hopefully its not a game .
theres a game that im in. im not actually wanting to play. i wish it wasnt a game at all. im in love. its no longer the same game it has been for the past couple of years. im sorry that i did play the game. i guess everyone has to realize at one point it wont always be a game.
Not real, not to be taken seriously. Just enjoy yourself and have fun with it. You don’t have to win.
games live
die
by our sides
board games breathe
families
in
but gigues
and soliloquies
remain untouched
dusty, allergic
ascerpid
play more games.
let’s play a love game love game do you want love or you want ame lady gaga lalalaaaaaaaa i miss my boyfriend :( babyyyyy come backkkkkkkk let’s play the blame, game, i love you, moreeee let’s plaay the blame game, not in my souuuuuuuuul not in my spirit o
I just lost the game.
Child’s play. It is. It is, it is. Let’s play.
I’m not paying attention to what I am typing.
Turkey.
Food.
Christmas is cool. Family, friends, and food. Lots of food.
este es lo que pienso del amor, esto es lo que pienso de todo lo que es una vida relamente ya que todo es un juego al final vives y mueres y no hay nada mas que puedas hacer al rspecto. en esta vida no hay mas que estar constantemente sobrevivinedo dia con dia es lo que se hace hasy dias buenos y dias malos pero al final cuando nos vamos a ormir en la cama ese juego se queda podriamos decir que en pausa es nuestro juego. la vida es un juego, el amor es un juego, todo en esta vida es un juego depende de nosotros como queramos jugarlo y pasar de niveles… tenemos niveles complicados y tambien aburrids otros son mas terribles y solitarios o aveces aventureros eso depende de nosotros.
Love is not a game. Not a competition. Games are meant to be played, hearts, people, lives are not. In the end in love, both come out as winners or losers. Not both.
Twisted me around her little finger, my eyes roped to her lips by silver thread. She said the word and the vibrations carried me on the wind to do whatever she wanted to. I don’t know when it stopped being a game, when I stopped wanting to do what she said.
Game, game, game
I cannot think about what comes to mind when I see the word game
Because I just saw The Hobbit
AND I AM DYING
I DON’T KNOW HOW I SURVIVED
OH MY GOD
NO MORE
THIS IS THE LONGEST MINUTE EVER
THE HOBBIT MAKES TIME GO BY SLOWER
PERMANENTLY
MAKE THIS END I CANNOT THINK
S:FDLJAS:JLD
love is a game they say. with a winner and a loser. “And the winner takes it all. the loser has to fall. ”
Love never dies they say. But it does. It ends, and there’s a new queen for the guy and a new king for the girl. How then, is it possibly unending? Because, when he is happy with someone else, he will not remember me or my so called “love” whether im still waiting for him or not. because in actuality, that love has DIED. Liars.
Love they say, in unconditional. But who other than a mother to her child, loves another unconditionally? there’s always a glitch.
So they must be just playing a game of lies with us, and laughing in fits when we reach a dead end, realizing the baseless belief.
its played with joy, one improves its physical strenght, it enhances your stamina, knowledge, & understanding.
I put the car in park and headed across the parking lot. In the distance I saw the crowds heading toward the fence. It was game time and I wouldn’t get a good seat. My son would be so disappointed in me. I tried to be on time but I could never be good enough.
name is the game the game of love. do I believe in love? game boards filled with real candy instead of imaginary plums are a kid’s dream.
when i click the back button next to the web address bar it brings me back to this page but with my previous stuff still written.
Talk about a game! And I’m cheating…
I’m not game.
not thinking is a dangerous game for me to be playing. when I try to just feel and just do, it’s like I can’t remember the rules to whatever game this is and then finally I realize i’s because I don’t even remember what game it is we’re playing, and then I realize, that I won’t know when it is that I’ve lost this way. If I don’t even know what game it is I’m playing it’s like I can’t lose.
cool children whirl around truly finding fault in one another, the one child lied, the other too much pride and the one who played fair had double. children truly know one thing about a game, how to play how to cruelly enjoy tormenting one another. game game game game.
The Hunger Games.
Games aren’t always fun. Like in gym class when you play a game but gym class sucks.
Or, you know what? Like in math class when you play a game but math class sucks and the suckiness of math class doesn’t override the “fun” of the game.
I like board games. My brother doesn’t. That’s annoying.
Game? A game is something simple; an activity done for the sake of fun or competition. We play games with or without physical items to further the process. We play mind games, physical games, computer games, card games, anything and everything. Memorable moments happen in games, and games can lead to some great things and great memories that we’ll never want to let go of.
this is all a little game. everything. life. love. happiness. the rule is not to win, just simply don’t lose. not losing at life is easy. not losing at happiness is easy. love is the tricky one. failure is far too high when it comes to love.
game.
you play it.
you either win or lose.
ties and stalemates.
laughter and fun.
pain and suffering.
time limits.
rules and regulations.
one person, winner.
have you played the game?
After that night at orientation Logan and that mysterious dark haired girl had a little game. They would make funny odd faces at each other across classrooms when the teacher’s back was turned. He didn’t even know her name.
the game? how do you win the game? can it be played by everyone? or just by you? how do you play the game? can it actually be won? is there a loser and a winner? i don’t really know. i’ve never played it.
“The game is on,” He said, his mischivieous wink blazing my mind.
“There’s no game. Leave me alone.”
“Oh there is, there really is.” He smiled as I tried to let myself go, “let the best one win, my love.”
“I’m not your love,” I muttered.
Thrust receive, make it harder in a stone. roller coaster symbol . arms out stretched tan finger in the bright young cave of a tiny little girl. a game we play. a game that stays in a realm of silent understanding between me you and the devil. radio eyes, dark glassy eggs. look at my mind my body. make me bag. Even if i see it unfit for a mother daughter play. It’s a cruelty party. puppet master.
Clear as day
Bright as rays
Do drop in at the Dew Drop Inn
Got a pocket full of Light
The kind that’ll squeeze those lemons into limes
And turn your nonsense into thirsty little rhymes
The game was almost over. The ball was racing from side to side, being smashed hard each time it reached the end of the court. The crowd was getting nervous. Any second now one of the players would make a mistake ans the victor of the tournament would be revealed.
The end game was near. He had left everything behind to finish this mission off.
she is a comity. the hunt is on.
Game. She said the meat was too “gamey” but really she just didn’t like giving blowjobs. Head. The dirty throat coat game. You know, what the real gangsters liked to play. The “players” as she would call them. Gamey meat, she loved the meat