it’s difficult to generate ideas sometimes it’s like it’s the end result of a process that begins with energy and ends with the transformation of energy into a hard, tangible object almost like turning air into gold and that’s difficult i’m having trouble generating the
Faster.
Faster.
More momentum.
If he wanted to do this right then he needed more momentum.
Faster.
Faster.
He was at the jump, no time left.
An explosion behind them, caught by their makeshift sail.
Did it work?
Splash!
They made it.
It’s generating a huge sub-atomic particle explosion full of blaster beams and anit-matter that will completely destroy us all or turn us into mutants, right?
Maybe not. Maybe that only happens in comic books.
Time for a new idea.
To generate an idea is to give birth to a new beginning. It’s one of the few things both men and women can give life to. Ideas can be good, and they can be bad. Everything works in principle. Ideas seemingly are utopian solutions to the world’s worst problems. If only every idea worked.
She generated the only thing she knew how to generate. Energy. Motion. She pulled it from her mind and into reality, attacking only that she knew was enemy. What was the enemy now? Anything. Everything.
throughout your life you have wandered. but you haven’t found your roots, you cannot transport your feelings to these foreign places, you cannot transport your love, you cannot find those emotions. You are alone but not for long.
generate all i have to do is find a template
dont you see its whatever life will guide the chalkboard
down corridors and rusty door
knobs. generate a small talk
silence wont you shine the light on that
morena sexy curls and dimple-esque
oh how the girl walks
Crickets.
Their legs rub together to generate the sweetest of noises.
A little symphony in your own backyard.
Chirp chirp chirp!
I close my eyes, sip my tea, and lean back,
enjoying the music played just for me.
Generating words is a full time life that sometimes makes me too weary to sleep. It keeps me awake not just nights but days and I have to delve into new waters of words just to keep from drowning.
I wish there was a machine that could generate a hairstyle for me every morning. I wouldn’t have to think about anything really. I would just stand under it, press a button, and bam! My hair would be done, looking super rad and ready to hit the streets. That’s what I call low maintenance.
It was supposed to unlock the door – a simple biomechanoid converter that you could find at any back alley store – but the instant the device sunk teeth into her thumb and wrapped previously unseen tendrils around her wrist, she decided that perhaps she didn’t really need to rob this place quite as badly as she’d thought. It was generating a beyond-uncomfortable amount of heat, and an unnerving hissing sound that made you think of imminent explosions and pieces of flesh flying across the room.
“Keep going,” he commanded, pushing the panel in.
“But, sir, that part is unstable!”
“Just do it!” he shouted, leaning his back against it. “I can hold it long enough for you to generate the power to get out of here! Hurry up!”
The machine generates wordds ever time you open the broswer. You have sixtyy seconds to write about this word. Anything that comes to mind. even if the owrds are crap, they are still words.
An idea. A thought. An emotion. Bursting from a rusted fountain. Bringing forth a wave of mechanical madness. Spinning life into gears like yarn into thread.
I generate energy.
I choose whether it be good or bad, right or wrong, dark or light.
Today I choose light energy.
Tomorrow it might be grey
I generate my own destiny
I choose doctor, firefighter, poet.
Today, I choose to be me.
I generate my happiness.
Choose to generate your own happiness.
to generate something is never a bad idea. does the word generate come from the word generations? is that a silly question? how many times can you say the word generate in a row? I want to generate. give me energerggy.
Frills, lace, and silk were a constant occurence in her life. “Day to day wear” they’d say. She vehemently disagreed, but complied nonetheless. She would gracefully walk up and down the street, trying to generate a response from the crowd. They could see, however, just how dead her eyes and spirit were under those fancy clothes.
The generator has failed. It cannot be repaired and I do not know how much longer I will be able to survive out here, without the necessary resources. To my dearest wife: I have broken my promise. I will not be coming back. I am sorry.
Generating the thoughts through my head.
Generating what I see and hear.
Generating what I want to do next, how to react.
Generating how I FEEL.
Everything is happening.
Generation X. I’m not sure which one that was but it sounds like it was a fun generation to belong to. We generate heat, waste, thoughts and plenty else besides, but the vast majority of generate us little of use. However, the names of the kind of people that do generate material and concepts of value are remembered… Shakespeare, Elvis, Gandhi, Churchill, Columbus… funny how many of them are remembered by a single name as well.
I heard a whirring, the loud sound very similar to electricity in any place in Erahi, though much less quiet. I listened more closely. A generator? How odd! There were places here with electricity, not just candlelit passages and such?
After the apocalypse, we weren’t able to generate any power. We had the equipment, we had the know-how, but for some reason, it just wouldn’t work. It was as if the force of all of those nuclear explosions changed the laws of physics.
We aren’t those who plant the seeds, but those who watch those who climb the trees
The tapered leaves that leave our fruit and generate the community loot
generate art. generate colour. generate sound. the art of creation is destruction and rebuilding. generate ideas. generate love. generate that which nourishes you. generate makes me think of building, creating, making more, being more. Generate!
Noise generated from the speakers so loud that the whole room seemed to vibrate with the pounding base. Abigail weaved through the crowd with her sole purpose in mind.
How he was able to generate such a story was beyond me. I mean, seriously. How am I supposed to believe that he saw someone do such a horrible thing like that to him? It isn’t every day that you get your feet cut off, I realize, but I have a hard time believing that he was forced to watch it happen, too!
it’s difficult to generate ideas sometimes it’s like it’s the end result of a process that begins with energy and ends with the transformation of energy into a hard, tangible object almost like turning air into gold and that’s difficult i’m having trouble generating the
Faster.
Faster.
More momentum.
If he wanted to do this right then he needed more momentum.
Faster.
Faster.
He was at the jump, no time left.
An explosion behind them, caught by their makeshift sail.
Did it work?
Splash!
They made it.
It’s generating a huge sub-atomic particle explosion full of blaster beams and anit-matter that will completely destroy us all or turn us into mutants, right?
Maybe not. Maybe that only happens in comic books.
Time for a new idea.
To generate an idea is to give birth to a new beginning. It’s one of the few things both men and women can give life to. Ideas can be good, and they can be bad. Everything works in principle. Ideas seemingly are utopian solutions to the world’s worst problems. If only every idea worked.
She generated the only thing she knew how to generate. Energy. Motion. She pulled it from her mind and into reality, attacking only that she knew was enemy. What was the enemy now? Anything. Everything.
generate= USA. (in everything) minus the power.
throughout your life you have wandered. but you haven’t found your roots, you cannot transport your feelings to these foreign places, you cannot transport your love, you cannot find those emotions. You are alone but not for long.
generate all i have to do is find a template
dont you see its whatever life will guide the chalkboard
down corridors and rusty door
knobs. generate a small talk
silence wont you shine the light on that
morena sexy curls and dimple-esque
oh how the girl walks
Crickets.
Their legs rub together to generate the sweetest of noises.
A little symphony in your own backyard.
Chirp chirp chirp!
I close my eyes, sip my tea, and lean back,
enjoying the music played just for me.
Generating words is a full time life that sometimes makes me too weary to sleep. It keeps me awake not just nights but days and I have to delve into new waters of words just to keep from drowning.
I wish there was a machine that could generate a hairstyle for me every morning. I wouldn’t have to think about anything really. I would just stand under it, press a button, and bam! My hair would be done, looking super rad and ready to hit the streets. That’s what I call low maintenance.
It was supposed to unlock the door – a simple biomechanoid converter that you could find at any back alley store – but the instant the device sunk teeth into her thumb and wrapped previously unseen tendrils around her wrist, she decided that perhaps she didn’t really need to rob this place quite as badly as she’d thought. It was generating a beyond-uncomfortable amount of heat, and an unnerving hissing sound that made you think of imminent explosions and pieces of flesh flying across the room.
“Keep going,” he commanded, pushing the panel in.
“But, sir, that part is unstable!”
“Just do it!” he shouted, leaning his back against it. “I can hold it long enough for you to generate the power to get out of here! Hurry up!”
The machine generates wordds ever time you open the broswer. You have sixtyy seconds to write about this word. Anything that comes to mind. even if the owrds are crap, they are still words.
An idea. A thought. An emotion. Bursting from a rusted fountain. Bringing forth a wave of mechanical madness. Spinning life into gears like yarn into thread.
To generate an idea is to create something beautiful. Especially when writing is concerned, generating a thought can be quite useful.
I generate energy.
I choose whether it be good or bad, right or wrong, dark or light.
Today I choose light energy.
Tomorrow it might be grey
I generate my own destiny
I choose doctor, firefighter, poet.
Today, I choose to be me.
I generate my happiness.
Choose to generate your own happiness.
To create. To make something new from other things, even if those things are nothing.
Degenerate is its enemy and has been for generations.
to generate something is never a bad idea. does the word generate come from the word generations? is that a silly question? how many times can you say the word generate in a row? I want to generate. give me energerggy.
It’s pronounced “hener-ah-tay in Spanish. But who would do that if you’re speaking English?
Frills, lace, and silk were a constant occurence in her life. “Day to day wear” they’d say. She vehemently disagreed, but complied nonetheless. She would gracefully walk up and down the street, trying to generate a response from the crowd. They could see, however, just how dead her eyes and spirit were under those fancy clothes.
The generator has failed. It cannot be repaired and I do not know how much longer I will be able to survive out here, without the necessary resources. To my dearest wife: I have broken my promise. I will not be coming back. I am sorry.
In the few seconds between when the lightning struck and the generator started was the silence, long overdue.
don’t generate hate.
iGenerate, we are the iGeneration.
Generate some text. Write something! But what? I guess that’s the big question. I mean, if I had something worth saying, I would, but…
So….
only if love could generate a kind of energy that kept the world peaceful, and could power our lamps….. :)
My body is generating too much heat in this tiny, uncomfortably hot bedroom…, not to mention, it is hot as hell in here!
Generating the thoughts through my head.
Generating what I see and hear.
Generating what I want to do next, how to react.
Generating how I FEEL.
Everything is happening.
…In a single second.
But it seems so slow, to me.
Generation X. I’m not sure which one that was but it sounds like it was a fun generation to belong to. We generate heat, waste, thoughts and plenty else besides, but the vast majority of generate us little of use. However, the names of the kind of people that do generate material and concepts of value are remembered… Shakespeare, Elvis, Gandhi, Churchill, Columbus… funny how many of them are remembered by a single name as well.
I heard a whirring, the loud sound very similar to electricity in any place in Erahi, though much less quiet. I listened more closely. A generator? How odd! There were places here with electricity, not just candlelit passages and such?
After the apocalypse, we weren’t able to generate any power. We had the equipment, we had the know-how, but for some reason, it just wouldn’t work. It was as if the force of all of those nuclear explosions changed the laws of physics.
We aren’t those who plant the seeds, but those who watch those who climb the trees
The tapered leaves that leave our fruit and generate the community loot
love, peace, understanding, acceptance. generate tolerance and brotherhood. generate happiness.
pain generates kindness
in the form of donations
and helpful hands
and thoughtful nods.
but is it worth,
the suffering,
for one leap
of faith?
I generate a lot of excitement when I write my blogs and it generates people to read my work. Generating happiness is my goal and I love doing it.
Exterminate, regenerate….
Oh how I love Charlie McDonnell and Chameleon Circuit.
i have to try and generate some motivation to get this done. i can feel my will power draining away.
generate art. generate colour. generate sound. the art of creation is destruction and rebuilding. generate ideas. generate love. generate that which nourishes you. generate makes me think of building, creating, making more, being more. Generate!
Noise generated from the speakers so loud that the whole room seemed to vibrate with the pounding base. Abigail weaved through the crowd with her sole purpose in mind.
How he was able to generate such a story was beyond me. I mean, seriously. How am I supposed to believe that he saw someone do such a horrible thing like that to him? It isn’t every day that you get your feet cut off, I realize, but I have a hard time believing that he was forced to watch it happen, too!