generate a thought on love and run in the opposite direction. run beyond the facade and into the light of the truth. trying to place words in a place with unscrupulous amounts of assumptions…becomes a challenging duel of fate and destiny. all hope lies in love and all lies love to hope that they will generate the love that no one can define
Being told his pay was based on the number of products he could generate, Chris worked with vigor. At the end of the day, his fingers were calloused, his back ached, and his peers laughed until their cheeks and sides had stitches in them. It appeared he had mistaken the doll’s bottoms as their faces and they now all sprouted bright red hair.
Generate… generate feelings. Generate thoughts. Generate words. On command. That is the life of the perfect actor, the perfect spy. Nothing else matters to them.
I don’t know why or how but sometimes I think that maybe the best way to live is to act like it’s temporary. Like you’re just going to regenerate no matter what and to throw caution to the wind. I hate cliches. I should stop that, but maybe I can find a way to be in the moment and not act like I’m going to be gone forever.
to create, synthesize, imagine, and feel. the tangibility of our hearts make this fire burn, the creativity of our minds makes the tangible appear, buildings rising high above, skyscrapers, heart-breakers…
Generate? But I generated something for this already. Damn. I thought I’d find something different. Ah well. It is one word per day. At least it’ll give me something to come out and be happy about. There is something calming about just generating words and finding my balance.
To generate is to create something from something else. To convert a tree into a smell or a piece of paper that can write down the thoughts that you can sound into a worded bound.
Generate. Haha. It’s been a while since I’ve had to generate something like this. The act, the thoughts, the feelings, the rush, everything. It’s when I can let go. When I can find my balance. When I can be me. No. Not though. The word is a calming thing now, I’m surprised I didn’t do this sooner :D.
The store wouldn’t generate income no matter what we tried. We had poured our life savings into opening the toy store and yet no one was coming. What had happened to all the children?
To generate is to produce, create.. I’d like to create a better world, we can all work together..
All generate things to better ourselves, our children, our future.
Sometimes having power feels good. Even if it is a minimal moment of leadership, power can be used to one’s personal and professional benefit. The other day I told someone “what to do.” Back in the day someone would be telling me that exact same thing. Now that I’ve worked my way up, I’ve been able to generate tasks to my co-workers because I know how to get the job done. I am instilled with the fact I have to generate the spark in people to work. When they listen to me, it makes me feel mighty. I am in charge.
I rubbed my eyes. this couldn’t be possible. I watcehed as it walked, breathed, and lived. Computers could now genereate extinct species. As many as they needed to make, there were room for.
Exterminate regenerate. A Dr. Who reference. Interesting because I have never seen a single episode in my life. Generation, generations, expectations, reasoning, youth, wisdom, family, wanting, compromise.
We generate alot of pain in this world. With war, hatred, and inequality, much sadness and anger is generated throughout everyone. It is a sad, sad thing.
I spent hours working on it. A plan to destroy him by means of love. A disease implanted inside me. I sought him out and played the game like HE always did. It started with a few drinks, that look in his eye…his sideways smirk. Touching, leading to kissing, leading to bed. He’d get one night of pleasure, and in turn suffer a slow death; just like when I’d caught him with Aleena. All those nights I spent dying inside would become his every breath. As my cardiac system shut down, he put his hand on my shoulder.
“Shay, you look horrible.“
I laughed, sickly.
“Listen, I never met to hurt you.“
I laugh again, harder now.
I’m laughing because he’s next. Because he’s HIV positive. I’ll never get over what he did to me. But my suffering is almost over. And his cheeks have already sunken in…
I spent hours working on it. A plan to destroy her by means of love. A disease implanted inside me. I sought me out and played the game like HE always did. It started with a few drinks, that look in his eye…his sideways smirk. My knees would go weak, and he’d put his hands on my hips…I’d generated a revenge to kill me slowly – he’d get one night of pleasure, and in turn suffer every night I spent in pain. As my immune system shut down, he put his hand on my shoulder.
“Shay, you look horrible.”
I laughed, sickly.
“Listen, I never met to hurt you.”
I laugh again, harder now.
I’m laughing because he’s next. Because he’s HIV positive. I’ll never get over what he did to me. But suffering is almost over. And his cheeks have already sunken in…
make something take what you have and spin it forward to create an effect or affect even muliplying each other or create energy another word that when texted you can use the number 8 while typing it.
Generate.This is how things are created. They are generated. I am the product of generating. I am part of a generation. That is who i am. I have been, in short, generated. So have you. We are all machines. Robots. We generate information. We are generators, too.
What had brought us here? The need to have safety over this city? Maybe. But I thought it was for something greater. It brought us together. Even when we would have never even met outside of this circle. And its purpose had served greatly;our job finished, we still held strong.
generate
a good story to tell
a good poem
to put you under my spell
so that you may stay forever
at my side
waiting for the next thing i might say
to take your mind away
from the world under your feet
and lift you up off the street
To generate is to create electronically through a dreamlike sequence with buttons and gadgets. Creation of an idea, thought, product, gizmo, robot, artificial lifeform… oh the possibilities of generation.
Generate a wish full of stars. Generate anything the heart desires. Life, love, death, dreams, yourself. Now what? You can’t make it without a your generation.
the generative quality of snails makes the day more pleasant. It’s hard to be I mean easy to be no difficult I mean hard to generate new ideas about such a topic. But there he was, on the picnic table, trying to figure out how to navigate the 2-inch gap in the worn, green wood that faced him.
Generate electricity. Generate the power to change the world by squeezing your eyelids very tightly together and imagining one thousand flying demons spreading their wings and casting eerie shadows over the ruins. Buttsecks. Yes. You know.
Generating the world through the tips of my fingers. From my soulless body comes the world, the oceans, the mountains, the plains. I see myself creating everything around me from the remains of myself. I die so that all else can live, generating everything.
generate a thought on love and run in the opposite direction. run beyond the facade and into the light of the truth. trying to place words in a place with unscrupulous amounts of assumptions…becomes a challenging duel of fate and destiny. all hope lies in love and all lies love to hope that they will generate the love that no one can define
Being told his pay was based on the number of products he could generate, Chris worked with vigor. At the end of the day, his fingers were calloused, his back ached, and his peers laughed until their cheeks and sides had stitches in them. It appeared he had mistaken the doll’s bottoms as their faces and they now all sprouted bright red hair.
it is a rating of general nature hence to general rate an object
I generate energy from my warm cautious body. It radiates from my glowing skin and fills the room with joy. i can only explain it with one word: love.
Generate… generate feelings. Generate thoughts. Generate words. On command. That is the life of the perfect actor, the perfect spy. Nothing else matters to them.
I don’t know why or how but sometimes I think that maybe the best way to live is to act like it’s temporary. Like you’re just going to regenerate no matter what and to throw caution to the wind. I hate cliches. I should stop that, but maybe I can find a way to be in the moment and not act like I’m going to be gone forever.
to create, synthesize, imagine, and feel. the tangibility of our hearts make this fire burn, the creativity of our minds makes the tangible appear, buildings rising high above, skyscrapers, heart-breakers…
Generate? But I generated something for this already. Damn. I thought I’d find something different. Ah well. It is one word per day. At least it’ll give me something to come out and be happy about. There is something calming about just generating words and finding my balance.
you make feelings inside me that weren’t there before.
when you leave, i black out.
you’re my generator.
I don’t know how I always generate the deeps cuts and the darkest ways for all around me. Self included.
I was unable to generate much energy today, as my wife had a medical procedure done, then my dog had to go to the vet.
To generate is to create something from something else. To convert a tree into a smell or a piece of paper that can write down the thoughts that you can sound into a worded bound.
Generate. Haha. It’s been a while since I’ve had to generate something like this. The act, the thoughts, the feelings, the rush, everything. It’s when I can let go. When I can find my balance. When I can be me. No. Not though. The word is a calming thing now, I’m surprised I didn’t do this sooner :D.
The store wouldn’t generate income no matter what we tried. We had poured our life savings into opening the toy store and yet no one was coming. What had happened to all the children?
To generate is to produce, create.. I’d like to create a better world, we can all work together..
All generate things to better ourselves, our children, our future.
Sometimes having power feels good. Even if it is a minimal moment of leadership, power can be used to one’s personal and professional benefit. The other day I told someone “what to do.” Back in the day someone would be telling me that exact same thing. Now that I’ve worked my way up, I’ve been able to generate tasks to my co-workers because I know how to get the job done. I am instilled with the fact I have to generate the spark in people to work. When they listen to me, it makes me feel mighty. I am in charge.
I rubbed my eyes. this couldn’t be possible. I watcehed as it walked, breathed, and lived. Computers could now genereate extinct species. As many as they needed to make, there were room for.
Exterminate regenerate. A Dr. Who reference. Interesting because I have never seen a single episode in my life. Generation, generations, expectations, reasoning, youth, wisdom, family, wanting, compromise.
Reminds me of generations, generations before me and after me. Time continues without out us as it did before we existed.
We generate alot of pain in this world. With war, hatred, and inequality, much sadness and anger is generated throughout everyone. It is a sad, sad thing.
Our bodies generate heat. Some argue that is the soul. Exhaled breath is hot. With each breath we take, we lose part of our soul.
I spent hours working on it. A plan to destroy him by means of love. A disease implanted inside me. I sought him out and played the game like HE always did. It started with a few drinks, that look in his eye…his sideways smirk. Touching, leading to kissing, leading to bed. He’d get one night of pleasure, and in turn suffer a slow death; just like when I’d caught him with Aleena. All those nights I spent dying inside would become his every breath. As my cardiac system shut down, he put his hand on my shoulder.
“Shay, you look horrible.“
I laughed, sickly.
“Listen, I never met to hurt you.“
I laugh again, harder now.
I’m laughing because he’s next. Because he’s HIV positive. I’ll never get over what he did to me. But my suffering is almost over. And his cheeks have already sunken in…
I spent hours working on it. A plan to destroy her by means of love. A disease implanted inside me. I sought me out and played the game like HE always did. It started with a few drinks, that look in his eye…his sideways smirk. My knees would go weak, and he’d put his hands on my hips…I’d generated a revenge to kill me slowly – he’d get one night of pleasure, and in turn suffer every night I spent in pain. As my immune system shut down, he put his hand on my shoulder.
“Shay, you look horrible.”
I laughed, sickly.
“Listen, I never met to hurt you.”
I laugh again, harder now.
I’m laughing because he’s next. Because he’s HIV positive. I’ll never get over what he did to me. But suffering is almost over. And his cheeks have already sunken in…
make something take what you have and spin it forward to create an effect or affect even muliplying each other or create energy another word that when texted you can use the number 8 while typing it.
who
would have known
that
one kiss
would generate
eleven years
of memories?
Generate.This is how things are created. They are generated. I am the product of generating. I am part of a generation. That is who i am. I have been, in short, generated. So have you. We are all machines. Robots. We generate information. We are generators, too.
What had brought us here? The need to have safety over this city? Maybe. But I thought it was for something greater. It brought us together. Even when we would have never even met outside of this circle. And its purpose had served greatly;our job finished, we still held strong.
generate
a good story to tell
a good poem
to put you under my spell
so that you may stay forever
at my side
waiting for the next thing i might say
to take your mind away
from the world under your feet
and lift you up off the street
The electricity that courses through all of our machines is wasting our world away, our cultures, and our lives. The opposite of generate.
To generate is to create electronically through a dreamlike sequence with buttons and gadgets. Creation of an idea, thought, product, gizmo, robot, artificial lifeform… oh the possibilities of generation.
Generate a wish full of stars. Generate anything the heart desires. Life, love, death, dreams, yourself. Now what? You can’t make it without a your generation.
lets burn this relationship to the ground and generate some hate in this shit
the generative quality of snails makes the day more pleasant. It’s hard to be I mean easy to be no difficult I mean hard to generate new ideas about such a topic. But there he was, on the picnic table, trying to figure out how to navigate the 2-inch gap in the worn, green wood that faced him.
Generate electricity. Generate the power to change the world by squeezing your eyelids very tightly together and imagining one thousand flying demons spreading their wings and casting eerie shadows over the ruins. Buttsecks. Yes. You know.
create. to generate wealth. generate feelings, music, tangable things with meaning
generate electricity- like the song electric feel.
When we met we held a pose so close to one another we could feel the heat just generate from his space to mine.
generate an answer for me, will you? honestly, summer romances are supposed to be easy…i thought.
generating electricity? To generate emotion, love, generating things with a generator…how i love genorators:)
Generating the world through the tips of my fingers. From my soulless body comes the world, the oceans, the mountains, the plains. I see myself creating everything around me from the remains of myself. I die so that all else can live, generating everything.