I walked along the lines of grid as if I were walking a tight wire. I sure felt like I was in a circus, with all the kids around the edges cheering or booing or simply jumping up and down excitedly. I tried to maneuver my way around and win the game, but as I neared the end I stumbled slightly, and fell.
a grid reminds me of graph paper, or maybe a busy city. a busy city with all of its cris crossing streets and such is like a large grid with people and lives exsisting in between. there is not getting off of the grid you just learn to live within it. You have little control over where you go, just where you end up I suppose.
Grids are typically found on grills. Grills with grids. Any many other things. Damn, i’m not good at this without my morning coffee. Grid, kid. Kids probably do not know what grids are. But if you’re looing to find someone you can always look them up on the ____.
I went and took photographs in the park on Monday, when I was supposed to have been in class, readying myself for an exhibition that I have no desire to be a part of. I had a black and white film, fast speed, and I could see my world coming together in the grainy form of underexposed normality, and it made me happy, hopping over that chainlink fence and being in love with something, everything or even anything.
She stared at the grid and had no idea what to do. Shaking and sweeating she thought about the look on her fathers face when he finds out she didnt get dvanced on the test. But, hey, this is his dream not hers. So she drew a smiley face on the paper. :]
The answers all lay within the grid. They were numbered and coloured according to the category. Under each square, lay the letter that would solve all.
Rigid sticks, lined up straight, lined up next to each other and across each other, making a little box above the wet sand. You stick your finger under and drag, around, around, around, connect and make an O.
they were parked in, stuck in a traffic snarl that filled the grid, crossed all the lines and would have had them in trouble with the police, if the police had anyway to get over all the cars that were also blocking the grid. That was okay though, because they had just discovered that their lives were just as interlocked. She was his sister.
The grid computing as it’s a widespread phenomenon of tomorrow. Somebody told me yesterday but it cldn’t get a clue of what exactly it is.May be one more techno jargon which is going to affect our work in a big way…etc etc…
Our crisscrossing lives weave around wreaking havoc on the plans I had for the future. You blast through all the stop signs and red lights of my drafted existence and I hold on for dear life, laughing with the top down.
Gridlock. Grid on a paper to draw better. Lines crossing, intersecting like city blocks. Flat North Dakota farmland with roads meeting every mile to form a huge grid.
as the grid lays there in front of my face, the sweat drops fall onto it. the clock is dwindling down, my fingers are tense. i don’t know how to answer this question. the neat lines, the perfect squares become a distraction as my brain tries to figure out how, how do i do this? didn’t i solve this problem before? i write the number of the problem, i draw a circle. time’s up.
so little time to live, so little time for sex, so little time for love, so little time to think, so little time to bother, so little time for fun, so little time to change, so little time to party, so little time for typing
grids have lots of line and are usually for assignments involving very boring shit like drawing lines and mathematical equations, which i am very bad at. grids are for pussies. real mean makes movies. also, a grid can be used as an air vent. jersey sucks vagina.
that which corresponds to my fullest emotions. I fall and tremble bleed the rid and guts on the grid. I want to see you go down…rush upon the end of oxygen. I will stomp upon your filthy head. Good bye. No more, gone good bye till the end. This disease will swollow the bit of its hungry thirst. Divide what is slithering and follows.
i follow the grid of my fate wondering where it leads me in this world of wonder the pattern so structured in its lines never to venture out how i would hate to be the line stuck forever in time.
Grid. On the grid, off the grid. Whatever. You spend all your time trying to get the right square picked out… and there is some guy somewhere trying to stay out of any square. You want good lines on either side… prime real estate. The grid has spoken.
grid i never saw it coming i never knew what it was going to be and then it just happened. happened so fast. happened because it needed to happen. i didn’t want this. i wanted something else. you know that. what is going to happen now? well, i suppose that is up to you. what are you doing to do now? where are you going to go?
grid. Something that reminds me of battle ship. Something I wasn’t expecting to see. Graph paper. I hate graph paper. I never have it when i need it. New York city is a grid. I like it there, though there arent many trees. Grid.
grid paper helps you graph mathematical equations such as sin/cosine/tangent graphs and scientific data such as demography
you can also draw objects to proportion like in art
the power grid snapped under Hobbes’ huge powerful hands.
“uh oh” Hobbes muttered. “just another great way to start the day. now what am I supposed to do with a broken power grid?”
“YOU CAN GRIND IT AND TURN IT INTO A POWER CRYSTAL.” boomed a voice behind him. “I KNOW HOW.”
Lines. Lots and lots of lines. They called them grids but they’re all just lines. Different words with the same meaning. What’s the point? The grid is still just a line.
the grid what does that mean? I’m on the grid, no, no, no. Im insignificant in every good way and significant in every bad way. So screw grids ! Who needs them anyway?
In a grid formation the bird leap through the air, oh so swiftly. We can see that their grid is loose and allows some minor ebb and flow to keep the formation quite organic whilst remaining a fully-functional grid. Wisps of wind can slip through the grid. You see now?
wats a grid dont know bored nothing to do but type dont think just type duhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I was staring the the grid. What grid, I ponder. The grid of life! It does not exist physically, but only in your head. For some it seems limitless, for others it binds them such that they cannot exist without it.
its a grid.
stuck and barred in,
each of us in our own cell.
yeah i call this hell,
but only because my territory isn’t well.
i want out. break free.
scribble on me.
i remember grid paper as a kid. it was fun to draw pictures on. I always hated how when you erased it would make the grid go away though. It made the picture look crappy too.
he is a grid
he is complicated and stupid
pointless and hard
fuck the grid
it makes nothing easier
walls and divisions
something that i dont want any part in
fuck the grids
they make nothing easier
The grid was locking her in, suffocating her as she looked through her window. The city used to seem so safe, now it was just an enourmous cage for her, locking her up with all her thoughts. She wondered briefly if she was crazy, but waved the thought off.
I walked along the lines of grid as if I were walking a tight wire. I sure felt like I was in a circus, with all the kids around the edges cheering or booing or simply jumping up and down excitedly. I tried to maneuver my way around and win the game, but as I neared the end I stumbled slightly, and fell.
like the ones on map? omg i like nadzri too much to be good at geo now. =.=’
a grid reminds me of graph paper, or maybe a busy city. a busy city with all of its cris crossing streets and such is like a large grid with people and lives exsisting in between. there is not getting off of the grid you just learn to live within it. You have little control over where you go, just where you end up I suppose.
matrix coleection of squares mapped out to organize thought. Science outline for study. Information forecast. Quantity Quantify
Grids are typically found on grills. Grills with grids. Any many other things. Damn, i’m not good at this without my morning coffee. Grid, kid. Kids probably do not know what grids are. But if you’re looing to find someone you can always look them up on the ____.
I went and took photographs in the park on Monday, when I was supposed to have been in class, readying myself for an exhibition that I have no desire to be a part of. I had a black and white film, fast speed, and I could see my world coming together in the grainy form of underexposed normality, and it made me happy, hopping over that chainlink fence and being in love with something, everything or even anything.
She stared at the grid and had no idea what to do. Shaking and sweeating she thought about the look on her fathers face when he finds out she didnt get dvanced on the test. But, hey, this is his dream not hers. So she drew a smiley face on the paper. :]
The answers all lay within the grid. They were numbered and coloured according to the category. Under each square, lay the letter that would solve all.
Rigid sticks, lined up straight, lined up next to each other and across each other, making a little box above the wet sand. You stick your finger under and drag, around, around, around, connect and make an O.
they were parked in, stuck in a traffic snarl that filled the grid, crossed all the lines and would have had them in trouble with the police, if the police had anyway to get over all the cars that were also blocking the grid. That was okay though, because they had just discovered that their lives were just as interlocked. She was his sister.
The grid computing as it’s a widespread phenomenon of tomorrow. Somebody told me yesterday but it cldn’t get a clue of what exactly it is.May be one more techno jargon which is going to affect our work in a big way…etc etc…
Our crisscrossing lives weave around wreaking havoc on the plans I had for the future. You blast through all the stop signs and red lights of my drafted existence and I hold on for dear life, laughing with the top down.
Gridlock. Grid on a paper to draw better. Lines crossing, intersecting like city blocks. Flat North Dakota farmland with roads meeting every mile to form a huge grid.
as the grid lays there in front of my face, the sweat drops fall onto it. the clock is dwindling down, my fingers are tense. i don’t know how to answer this question. the neat lines, the perfect squares become a distraction as my brain tries to figure out how, how do i do this? didn’t i solve this problem before? i write the number of the problem, i draw a circle. time’s up.
N grid Computer Grid
Grid is the power to calcul
But Grid is also for spiders
Grid is something from the spirit
From ancestors
Something that warps us.
A link between before and after
Grid is the power to calcul
Exploring the world using Grid
Gird. Graph paper. Outlines. Organization. Design. Lines. Boxes. Tiny spaces. Crowded rooms.
so little time to live, so little time for sex, so little time for love, so little time to think, so little time to bother, so little time for fun, so little time to change, so little time to party, so little time for typing
octagonal, skewed, markers, details, electrical, life,
grids have lots of line and are usually for assignments involving very boring shit like drawing lines and mathematical equations, which i am very bad at. grids are for pussies. real mean makes movies. also, a grid can be used as an air vent. jersey sucks vagina.
that which corresponds to my fullest emotions. I fall and tremble bleed the rid and guts on the grid. I want to see you go down…rush upon the end of oxygen. I will stomp upon your filthy head. Good bye. No more, gone good bye till the end. This disease will swollow the bit of its hungry thirst. Divide what is slithering and follows.
the grid gave way and i fell with a splash into the slimey water below. the scurry of thousands of rodents echoes adround me.
i follow the grid of my fate wondering where it leads me in this world of wonder the pattern so structured in its lines never to venture out how i would hate to be the line stuck forever in time.
Grid. On the grid, off the grid. Whatever. You spend all your time trying to get the right square picked out… and there is some guy somewhere trying to stay out of any square. You want good lines on either side… prime real estate. The grid has spoken.
grid i never saw it coming i never knew what it was going to be and then it just happened. happened so fast. happened because it needed to happen. i didn’t want this. i wanted something else. you know that. what is going to happen now? well, i suppose that is up to you. what are you doing to do now? where are you going to go?
grid. Something that reminds me of battle ship. Something I wasn’t expecting to see. Graph paper. I hate graph paper. I never have it when i need it. New York city is a grid. I like it there, though there arent many trees. Grid.
grid paper helps you graph mathematical equations such as sin/cosine/tangent graphs and scientific data such as demography
you can also draw objects to proportion like in art
the power grid snapped under Hobbes’ huge powerful hands.
“uh oh” Hobbes muttered. “just another great way to start the day. now what am I supposed to do with a broken power grid?”
“YOU CAN GRIND IT AND TURN IT INTO A POWER CRYSTAL.” boomed a voice behind him. “I KNOW HOW.”
Lines. Lots and lots of lines. They called them grids but they’re all just lines. Different words with the same meaning. What’s the point? The grid is still just a line.
the grid what does that mean? I’m on the grid, no, no, no. Im insignificant in every good way and significant in every bad way. So screw grids ! Who needs them anyway?
it is a network, comprising of a mesh of wires. Example: Power grids which carry electricity.
In a grid formation the bird leap through the air, oh so swiftly. We can see that their grid is loose and allows some minor ebb and flow to keep the formation quite organic whilst remaining a fully-functional grid. Wisps of wind can slip through the grid. You see now?
wats a grid dont know bored nothing to do but type dont think just type duhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
what the hell am I supposed to say about that? a grid is like a graph or somthing isn’t it? No, it’s a lines parallel going both lefta
I was staring the the grid. What grid, I ponder. The grid of life! It does not exist physically, but only in your head. For some it seems limitless, for others it binds them such that they cannot exist without it.
grid iron lock down squares…shape shifting stutter on the sidewalk…infidelity…
the problem was layed out in front of me, its axis so clearly marked. the grid paper was freshly printed, and smelled of ink and trouble.
its a grid.
stuck and barred in,
each of us in our own cell.
yeah i call this hell,
but only because my territory isn’t well.
i want out. break free.
scribble on me.
i remember grid paper as a kid. it was fun to draw pictures on. I always hated how when you erased it would make the grid go away though. It made the picture look crappy too.
he is a grid
he is complicated and stupid
pointless and hard
fuck the grid
it makes nothing easier
walls and divisions
something that i dont want any part in
fuck the grids
they make nothing easier
The grid was locking her in, suffocating her as she looked through her window. The city used to seem so safe, now it was just an enourmous cage for her, locking her up with all her thoughts. She wondered briefly if she was crazy, but waved the thought off.