Sit there, she said to me. Beneath a tree, how lovely. I turned to where I left off, The page where the prince had been caught, and fell into a whole new world, and left mine behind in a giant swirl.
The world is a habitat, made inhospitable by humans. Humans use and wast and use some more, often more than they should. What happens when deplete our habitats of all their resources?
animals, people, they all have to coexist in their own habitats. maybe there’s a higher force out there that is watching us, the human race in our natural habitat. wouldn’t that be something? the be observed and handled like we handle animals.
Habitat… I make a habit of habitating my habitat. My habitat, it needs to be clean and neat. My headborne habitat needs to be free of weeds, full of seeds.
Capen Hill.
Nature. Sanctuary.
Snails and turtles.
Tadpole nets catching.
Drops of slimy water.
Slides projected onto
cool, cement, basement walls.
Frogs slipping through
tiny fingers.
Hot breeze of summer
rolling in.
I built a habitat that I will live in out of rocks and mud and I look at it and I feel like I will never leave but as the rains come the mud runs and my habitat is gone and my house is gone and I am gone and it’s all no more
its where we live. its also a skateboarding company. my habitat sucks. is hot as hell and just an overall not fun place to be in. that place is fresNO california. i lived in tahoe all summer and the habitat there was fantastic. habitat for humanity sucks.
just kidding
its great.
humanity sucks.
animals in their natural habitat.
habitat means like the surroundings of something and how everything is in a specific way. idk if i make sense right now but that’s what came to mind..
School. A day time habitat for teens. Only it should be called hell, not high school. Forced to do things you don’t want, when they say high school is about making choices. I can’t wait to get out, and be in another, new, fun habitat I call Italy.
I habitually lie about who I am. Not to others, but only to myself. I think I say the pretty things I think when really I just sit there, be silent, look pretty, and think.
I watch: Middle school boys on a bus, laughing and teasing a girl. Males in their natural habitat. Me, in front of a computer screen, naked with my shirtless girlfriend sleeping next to me…
I have been living in this wilderness for quite sometime. It is very easy to establish myself in this alien place. Winter is quickly closing in on my small habitat, but I believe I have enough supplies. Hopefully I will live….
Everyone has their natural habitat to live in and especially survive in.
Except us humans.
The only species of animals that has no one particular habitat –
We can survive anywhere.
Excpt amongst our own.
A place where things naturally live. The habitat of buffalo is the American Great Plains. When things are brought out of their habitat, bad things happen, and misuse is sure to occur. We all need to find our own habitat.
the streets I walk are unforgiving and daunting. imposing a darkness upon me; as if I didn’t have enough already. the sickness of this place is finally starting to get to me. I look for a way out almost constantly, finding nothing but the trap – this black hole town. even the wind and the trees still have the same sound. nothing seems to phase me. the hope inside is like a caged animal; frustrated and ravenous; plagued with desire.
The blout snail is one of many animals with an interesting habitat, or perhaps set of habitats. This hardy snail is one of few animals which live inside the molten core of volcanoes as well at altitudes of 9000 feet.
In the human’s natural habitat, all that’s risked when going to find food is little pieces of paper. They exchange from filthy hand to filthy hand, and food is just passed around.
Habitat for Humanity. I have done this twice, it is extremely rewarding, you meet the people that will live in the home. It is an amazing experience that I highly recommend to anyone, so be sure and do it, at least once.
The birds began to peek their heads out of the tree just as the last raindrops were falling. I watched them from inside and I felt really bad because it was about forty degrees outside. SUCKS TO BE THEM!!!
one word is the one that is the most important – love or Rama and name of god and the same world to all the peoples of the world. We are all one world and we are one expression of the god we all know and are part of.
habitat the cat was a viscoious demon of a beast. swearing, drinking, and smoking herion kept him up. meanwhile, playing with his toy (a siamese slave) he had a realization.
I am an alien in my own habitat. I scream and yet no one hears. I whisper and you won’t speak to me. I want to go to a place where I fit in like a perfectly matching puzzle piece. I want someone to know when I’m gone, to want me when they wake up. and yet you are so distant. I whisper, and you won’t speak to me. I scream and yet no one hears. I am an alien in my own habitat.
an animal house. a house of any kind. im not sure what else to write about. it also looks like habit, which reminds me of the french word for neighborhood. Which reminds me of Mr. Rogers. I love how he changes his sweaters & shoes. I wish i was that cool. I wonder what ever happened to him. Did he die like that Lambchop lady?
love. trees in the wilderness with birds chirping for some reason . droplets dripping from the brances. it’s dark green. it has a cool temperature surrounding us. tucan. a parrot. butterflies flowing around.
I feel at home here. Sure there’s no house, no family, no belongings. But there’s something here that definitely screams me. I walk through the darkness allowing myself to feel an elated sense of being. Of purpose. Here in my nocturnal habitat with noone to bother me, I feel truly home. Soon i will have to trudge back to the world
My domain remains between the fences and lines of Baker Field. My home and habitat for the next three months, and fuck me if I allow some dootleberry coach, player, or opposing player to run me out of my habitat.
A warm wooded area to spend the night, a tarp from the salvaged tent is draped over a rope from the same tent. the rope is tied between two trees and is keeping you out of the elements and adds a sence of happiness. welcome to the habitat of the mountain man.
there was a frozen layer of ice throuout the camp and it was a stern reminder that winter was in full effect. the majestic gardens with their full ol life foliage which graced the colony not more than a month ago was replaced by a bitter cold that was anything but normal. the colony had been set up first and foremost as a pillar of beauty that even the god’s would find it to be a close relative to the heavens. Created by man to be the perfect environment. Climate control helped us have temperatures that never seemed anything but exactly what one desired at every given moment. A climate that spawned colors that were somehow greater, newer, and consisting of a new depth that gave it a life of its own. Greens in the plant life seemed to bounce off the landscape like the pop-up books one had as a child. Reds that would no longer be hidden by its jailor the skin. No longer was there a need for artificially made make-ups and cancerous tans. Ones natural blush brought out a new life that turned even the homeliest of persons into an animated art that transcended their bodies mortal limitations. And, as if it came into existence from the hand of Michelangelo himself, there was blue. Seas that looked as if they had been given an infusion of blue that could only be compared to the virgin waters that graced the basin of the fountain of youth. Then just as you’re convinced that nothing in nature has come closer to perfection your eyes drift to a horizon where the sky seems to actually drink the color from the seas. As you look to the heavens you see a marbled menagerie of blues that make the sky pulse with a living aura.
where a person lives where animals play what would the perfect habitat be? what will become of our current hanitat? the earth is my habitat where i live and eat and so does everyone and every thing.
habitat , I wonder why mine is at
I have been stuck here long enough
and here life is starting to get and rough
I want out this place where I am now
Is not where its at , this place here I wish was not my habitat.
I need to leave, I need to go, i need to leave this place called home.
Sit there, she said to me. Beneath a tree, how lovely. I turned to where I left off, The page where the prince had been caught, and fell into a whole new world, and left mine behind in a giant swirl.
The world is a habitat, made inhospitable by humans. Humans use and wast and use some more, often more than they should. What happens when deplete our habitats of all their resources?
animals, people, they all have to coexist in their own habitats. maybe there’s a higher force out there that is watching us, the human race in our natural habitat. wouldn’t that be something? the be observed and handled like we handle animals.
i feel natural whenever i’m by the water. the shore, the breeze, the heat, the waves. it speaks to me. i love my habitata and all its glory.
Habitat… I make a habit of habitating my habitat. My habitat, it needs to be clean and neat. My headborne habitat needs to be free of weeds, full of seeds.
Capen Hill.
Nature. Sanctuary.
Snails and turtles.
Tadpole nets catching.
Drops of slimy water.
Slides projected onto
cool, cement, basement walls.
Frogs slipping through
tiny fingers.
Hot breeze of summer
rolling in.
I built a habitat that I will live in out of rocks and mud and I look at it and I feel like I will never leave but as the rains come the mud runs and my habitat is gone and my house is gone and I am gone and it’s all no more
its where we live. its also a skateboarding company. my habitat sucks. is hot as hell and just an overall not fun place to be in. that place is fresNO california. i lived in tahoe all summer and the habitat there was fantastic. habitat for humanity sucks.
just kidding
its great.
humanity sucks.
thats a fact.
a place one must adapt to, no matter how much they hate it there.
animals in their natural habitat.
habitat means like the surroundings of something and how everything is in a specific way. idk if i make sense right now but that’s what came to mind..
habitat…
ones surroundings
i dont know just somethings somplace
School. A day time habitat for teens. Only it should be called hell, not high school. Forced to do things you don’t want, when they say high school is about making choices. I can’t wait to get out, and be in another, new, fun habitat I call Italy.
I habitually lie about who I am. Not to others, but only to myself. I think I say the pretty things I think when really I just sit there, be silent, look pretty, and think.
I really dont know how to describe it, I just think its the enviroment of a species that influence that species
I watch: Middle school boys on a bus, laughing and teasing a girl. Males in their natural habitat. Me, in front of a computer screen, naked with my shirtless girlfriend sleeping next to me…
I have been living in this wilderness for quite sometime. It is very easy to establish myself in this alien place. Winter is quickly closing in on my small habitat, but I believe I have enough supplies. Hopefully I will live….
Everyone has their natural habitat to live in and especially survive in.
Except us humans.
The only species of animals that has no one particular habitat –
We can survive anywhere.
Excpt amongst our own.
A place where things naturally live. The habitat of buffalo is the American Great Plains. When things are brought out of their habitat, bad things happen, and misuse is sure to occur. We all need to find our own habitat.
the streets I walk are unforgiving and daunting. imposing a darkness upon me; as if I didn’t have enough already. the sickness of this place is finally starting to get to me. I look for a way out almost constantly, finding nothing but the trap – this black hole town. even the wind and the trees still have the same sound. nothing seems to phase me. the hope inside is like a caged animal; frustrated and ravenous; plagued with desire.
The blout snail is one of many animals with an interesting habitat, or perhaps set of habitats. This hardy snail is one of few animals which live inside the molten core of volcanoes as well at altitudes of 9000 feet.
where you reside. maybe it’s your home, or some new city far from the dimly lit streets of your hometown. or perhaps the forest.
In the human’s natural habitat, all that’s risked when going to find food is little pieces of paper. They exchange from filthy hand to filthy hand, and food is just passed around.
But not in my world. Not in the real world.
My heart is the perfect habitat. You may live there safely kept, and sheltered from the storm raging inside.
i’m lost. nothing here is familiar. they say you should get into the unknown sometimes, but i think i’ve gone too far.
Habitat for Humanity. I have done this twice, it is extremely rewarding, you meet the people that will live in the home. It is an amazing experience that I highly recommend to anyone, so be sure and do it, at least once.
The birds began to peek their heads out of the tree just as the last raindrops were falling. I watched them from inside and I felt really bad because it was about forty degrees outside. SUCKS TO BE THEM!!!
one word is the one that is the most important – love or Rama and name of god and the same world to all the peoples of the world. We are all one world and we are one expression of the god we all know and are part of.
habitat the cat was a viscoious demon of a beast. swearing, drinking, and smoking herion kept him up. meanwhile, playing with his toy (a siamese slave) he had a realization.
I am an alien in my own habitat. I scream and yet no one hears. I whisper and you won’t speak to me. I want to go to a place where I fit in like a perfectly matching puzzle piece. I want someone to know when I’m gone, to want me when they wake up. and yet you are so distant. I whisper, and you won’t speak to me. I scream and yet no one hears. I am an alien in my own habitat.
an animal house. a house of any kind. im not sure what else to write about. it also looks like habit, which reminds me of the french word for neighborhood. Which reminds me of Mr. Rogers. I love how he changes his sweaters & shoes. I wish i was that cool. I wonder what ever happened to him. Did he die like that Lambchop lady?
love. trees in the wilderness with birds chirping for some reason . droplets dripping from the brances. it’s dark green. it has a cool temperature surrounding us. tucan. a parrot. butterflies flowing around.
Habitat is home, sanctuary, hearth, warmth, living space. It is where you inhabit space and have a habit of occupying. The no place like you habitat.
I feel at home here. Sure there’s no house, no family, no belongings. But there’s something here that definitely screams me. I walk through the darkness allowing myself to feel an elated sense of being. Of purpose. Here in my nocturnal habitat with noone to bother me, I feel truly home. Soon i will have to trudge back to the world
My domain remains between the fences and lines of Baker Field. My home and habitat for the next three months, and fuck me if I allow some dootleberry coach, player, or opposing player to run me out of my habitat.
A warm wooded area to spend the night, a tarp from the salvaged tent is draped over a rope from the same tent. the rope is tied between two trees and is keeping you out of the elements and adds a sence of happiness. welcome to the habitat of the mountain man.
there was a frozen layer of ice throuout the camp and it was a stern reminder that winter was in full effect. the majestic gardens with their full ol life foliage which graced the colony not more than a month ago was replaced by a bitter cold that was anything but normal. the colony had been set up first and foremost as a pillar of beauty that even the god’s would find it to be a close relative to the heavens. Created by man to be the perfect environment. Climate control helped us have temperatures that never seemed anything but exactly what one desired at every given moment. A climate that spawned colors that were somehow greater, newer, and consisting of a new depth that gave it a life of its own. Greens in the plant life seemed to bounce off the landscape like the pop-up books one had as a child. Reds that would no longer be hidden by its jailor the skin. No longer was there a need for artificially made make-ups and cancerous tans. Ones natural blush brought out a new life that turned even the homeliest of persons into an animated art that transcended their bodies mortal limitations. And, as if it came into existence from the hand of Michelangelo himself, there was blue. Seas that looked as if they had been given an infusion of blue that could only be compared to the virgin waters that graced the basin of the fountain of youth. Then just as you’re convinced that nothing in nature has come closer to perfection your eyes drift to a horizon where the sky seems to actually drink the color from the seas. As you look to the heavens you see a marbled menagerie of blues that make the sky pulse with a living aura.
where a person lives where animals play what would the perfect habitat be? what will become of our current hanitat? the earth is my habitat where i live and eat and so does everyone and every thing.
tension.
swallowed.
influenced.
tear
tear
tear.
abandon.
revisit.
burn.
drink in.
break out.
let go.
habitat , I wonder why mine is at
I have been stuck here long enough
and here life is starting to get and rough
I want out this place where I am now
Is not where its at , this place here I wish was not my habitat.
I need to leave, I need to go, i need to leave this place called home.
Where you live. What you call home. Where you feel comfortable.