as i hovered over the plane today i sat in wonder. how the hell was i hovering over a damn plane? planes are so freaking high up there in the air how the hell was i up there too? was this a dream? did i take some crazy ass hallucinogen and didn’t know it? most likely it was a dream. i sure hope so.
hover craft magic motion
Glide and slide with a potion of lotion fear feels heavy when you can’t read but the deed is done you’re dead to me boy, more dead to me than your dead mother I can’t help but feel like koolaid is my mortal enemy I might die if I drink it
I visited the school and they showed me the hover craft that the physics class had built. It could move about the floor, its motion never ending for lack of friction to hinder its movement.
like a bird, cloud, feather. Floating over the dreams of the looker the seer, the thinker. Beautiful, yet awkward. Impossible. Defying gravity, and staring at you whether it be a person, object or creative thought.
To hover with another is to fall deeply in love, to swim in their soul and bathe in their light. To hover with another is to become entranced by their very person and to desire nothing more than to be a part of them.
I began to hover over my daughter and son as they spoke so quietly in the den. What are you two discussing? I nonchalantly asked, “Nothing ma,” was their simple reply. “We are happy to be in this home for the last year.”
I hovered above the city on my hoverdisk. The wind rustled through my ears as I looked down on the people below, some of which I knew. It was time to show them what it truely meant to be part of this nation. What it truely meant to be one of the people.
it reminds me of flying, the sky, birds. People always wanted to fly, planes are an example. Its a shame we can’t be birds. Imagine what that would be like. To see the world from their point of view. Only through the air in every seanson. Crisp air, summer air, and snow.
helicopter, bumblebee, hawk on the wind–hovering comes naturally to them
To some of us it might seem otherworldly, being so encumbered by gravity as we are.
The alien craft hovered just above the desert, checking out the lights of the town. The creatures inside wondered if they were floating balls of light or if they had a source of power. And, really, what did they do.
I don’t pee unless I hover over the toilet. Sometimes I wonder if I am OCD because I constantly worry about the hep, herp, and hiv that I can contract off of the toilet seat.
this is hover. why hover. why go on and on and on about hovering. is it not the act of being in flight? what is flight but some wish inflicted upon the body. A body a body a body. HOVER. Over. body. oddity.
As she hovered around the bowel as not to sit on the encrusted seat. She inatvertantly pee’d all over the place this completing the cycle why women do not pee in public places. But she she thought she was doing good
Omg so there are some cars that hover they are amazing I wish I had one they are so awesome I think I will look into those later on and buy one but I’d need lots of money maybe I will get a good job and stuy just to get one and I could ride around all day and over the sea and ggo in one of those rather than anything else OMG IT WOULD BE AMAZING don’t you think? I think it would be sugoi! You could come with me if you wanted, we could hover all the way to Africa you and me maybe one day we will and sometimes maybe things will happen between us and the hover just helps the sensation, omg oy uare amazing.
over and above not clover like below but like clouds drifting hummingbirds alighting on nearby branches flashes of blue and yellow like love and warm ovens and sweet smells
The car hovered for a second before it sat down, a big plopping noise that contrasted it’s grace seconds before. Other cars followed suit and the doors opened on accord as if rehearsed many times before. Balls of steel connected to wires dropped, creating fissures in the cement flooring.
The butterfly hovered over the drowsing girl on the ground, and made as if to land. Gently brushing her cheek it alighted on her soft warm skin and walked across her flesh.
I run around here on the ground. Sometimes I wish that wasn’t it for us. Just a few inches, is that too much to ask? Mud? No problem! Snow? No Problem! How high is a hover can I go up to a mile?
My hover is broken. I need another one but i just cant find one as good. It happend the other day when i was hoovering the street with it and my next door neighboure drove over it in his car an broke his tyer off the hinges an fell out of his window.
I loathe when people hover over me, breathing down my neck, invading my personal space. I don’t know why they’re so interested in what I’m doing. Or perhaps I’m just paranoid because I’m doing something I shouldn’t.
It belies some sort of military helicopter hovering over a scene, blowing dust and debris hither and thither, creating disruption in a native climate.
i really want to know when we’re getting hovercars, because that would be flippin sweet. life would be so much easier, you wouldn’t have to deal with traffic nearly as much. but i guess it would be a bit of a problem for people who are afraid of heights. but they could just use regular cars. i really want to live in a “jetsons” world.
I fly above the ground and mainly think about what the hell I am doing on this website. Am I hovering? No…mainly just curious to see what will happen after 60 seconds are up, if I’m in some sort of contest or what is even going on here, just standing by and typing, hoping perhaps vainly that all this effort will not go in vain. And so I hover, as the bar gets redder and redder, more and more hovering.
I hovered near the door hoping he would notice me. He was tall, dark, and oh so handsome. I had liked him since elementary school and here we were in High school – I had never spoken a word to him. Would today be the day that I managed that fateful word, “Hi?”
Hovering is something that not many things can do. Hummingbirds can do it, and so can helicopters. It is quite an anomaly that all these things begin with the letter H. Hovercraft have been in use for several decades. Therefore, hover has even changed our vocabulary. Your parents hover over you (it can have a negative connotation).
I’m on my computer and he’s hovering over my shoulder. Everything I do, he can see and criticize. What if I type poorly (I’m a horrid typist) or spell something wrong?
as i hovered over the plane today i sat in wonder. how the hell was i hovering over a damn plane? planes are so freaking high up there in the air how the hell was i up there too? was this a dream? did i take some crazy ass hallucinogen and didn’t know it? most likely it was a dream. i sure hope so.
hover craft magic motion
Glide and slide with a potion of lotion fear feels heavy when you can’t read but the deed is done you’re dead to me boy, more dead to me than your dead mother I can’t help but feel like koolaid is my mortal enemy I might die if I drink it
I visited the school and they showed me the hover craft that the physics class had built. It could move about the floor, its motion never ending for lack of friction to hinder its movement.
like a bird, cloud, feather. Floating over the dreams of the looker the seer, the thinker. Beautiful, yet awkward. Impossible. Defying gravity, and staring at you whether it be a person, object or creative thought.
fuck off
I love to hover my room because it makes me feel like I can finnaly beath right and it makes my room more fresh.
To hover with another is to fall deeply in love, to swim in their soul and bathe in their light. To hover with another is to become entranced by their very person and to desire nothing more than to be a part of them.
I began to hover over my daughter and son as they spoke so quietly in the den. What are you two discussing? I nonchalantly asked, “Nothing ma,” was their simple reply. “We are happy to be in this home for the last year.”
I hovered above the city on my hoverdisk. The wind rustled through my ears as I looked down on the people below, some of which I knew. It was time to show them what it truely meant to be part of this nation. What it truely meant to be one of the people.
the dog hovered over the ocean, his wings spread high and a redbull in his hand.
Some mothers hover. Over their children. Over their children’s teacher. They escape dealing with their own lives, while they hover.
it reminds me of flying, the sky, birds. People always wanted to fly, planes are an example. Its a shame we can’t be birds. Imagine what that would be like. To see the world from their point of view. Only through the air in every seanson. Crisp air, summer air, and snow.
helicopter, bumblebee, hawk on the wind–hovering comes naturally to them
To some of us it might seem otherworldly, being so encumbered by gravity as we are.
The alien craft hovered just above the desert, checking out the lights of the town. The creatures inside wondered if they were floating balls of light or if they had a source of power. And, really, what did they do.
We hover over our decisions wondering if we made the correct one…..
I don’t pee unless I hover over the toilet. Sometimes I wonder if I am OCD because I constantly worry about the hep, herp, and hiv that I can contract off of the toilet seat.
this is hover. why hover. why go on and on and on about hovering. is it not the act of being in flight? what is flight but some wish inflicted upon the body. A body a body a body. HOVER. Over. body. oddity.
As she hovered around the bowel as not to sit on the encrusted seat. She inatvertantly pee’d all over the place this completing the cycle why women do not pee in public places. But she she thought she was doing good
Omg so there are some cars that hover they are amazing I wish I had one they are so awesome I think I will look into those later on and buy one but I’d need lots of money maybe I will get a good job and stuy just to get one and I could ride around all day and over the sea and ggo in one of those rather than anything else OMG IT WOULD BE AMAZING don’t you think? I think it would be sugoi! You could come with me if you wanted, we could hover all the way to Africa you and me maybe one day we will and sometimes maybe things will happen between us and the hover just helps the sensation, omg oy uare amazing.
I hover over work, approaching slowly; husband standing behind me while I am working trying to read what is on the screen. Being apprehensive
over and above not clover like below but like clouds drifting hummingbirds alighting on nearby branches flashes of blue and yellow like love and warm ovens and sweet smells
The car hovered for a second before it sat down, a big plopping noise that contrasted it’s grace seconds before. Other cars followed suit and the doors opened on accord as if rehearsed many times before. Balls of steel connected to wires dropped, creating fissures in the cement flooring.
to rise above, defying the laws of gravity
kids are funny. they become sick just when you have something to do or somewhere to go. thats my life
voice dust noise clean
The butterfly hovered over the drowsing girl on the ground, and made as if to land. Gently brushing her cheek it alighted on her soft warm skin and walked across her flesh.
The girl giggled and the butterfly took off.
“Hey momma, I just got a butterfly kiss.”
I run around here on the ground. Sometimes I wish that wasn’t it for us. Just a few inches, is that too much to ask? Mud? No problem! Snow? No Problem! How high is a hover can I go up to a mile?
love and joy, purpose and contentment, happyness and life, just to be.
My hover is broken. I need another one but i just cant find one as good. It happend the other day when i was hoovering the street with it and my next door neighboure drove over it in his car an broke his tyer off the hinges an fell out of his window.
I loathe when people hover over me, breathing down my neck, invading my personal space. I don’t know why they’re so interested in what I’m doing. Or perhaps I’m just paranoid because I’m doing something I shouldn’t.
It belies some sort of military helicopter hovering over a scene, blowing dust and debris hither and thither, creating disruption in a native climate.
I loathe it, as I said before.
It’s all coming in on me. Closer and closer.
hover chairs are wicked cool…I want one I think it would be awesome to just hover around rather than walk or drive.
i really want to know when we’re getting hovercars, because that would be flippin sweet. life would be so much easier, you wouldn’t have to deal with traffic nearly as much. but i guess it would be a bit of a problem for people who are afraid of heights. but they could just use regular cars. i really want to live in a “jetsons” world.
“Don’t hover,” she snapped. “I hate it when people read over my shoulder.”
“I’m not hovering,” he returned, tartly. “I just happen to be crammed into the same space as you because, oh, yeah, we’re lab partners. Let it go.”
“Stop bickering and get a room already – maybe next class you’ll be more pleasant,” the girl at the next table said.
The silence that fell over their corner of the chem lab was thick enough to slice with a knife.
Then the teacher laughed.
I fly above the ground and mainly think about what the hell I am doing on this website. Am I hovering? No…mainly just curious to see what will happen after 60 seconds are up, if I’m in some sort of contest or what is even going on here, just standing by and typing, hoping perhaps vainly that all this effort will not go in vain. And so I hover, as the bar gets redder and redder, more and more hovering.
Hovering over my neck
like a real sound and tender
man
full of love and sender
of love and hover
He hovers day
and night
over my neck
I hovered near the door hoping he would notice me. He was tall, dark, and oh so handsome. I had liked him since elementary school and here we were in High school – I had never spoken a word to him. Would today be the day that I managed that fateful word, “Hi?”
Hovering is something that not many things can do. Hummingbirds can do it, and so can helicopters. It is quite an anomaly that all these things begin with the letter H. Hovercraft have been in use for several decades. Therefore, hover has even changed our vocabulary. Your parents hover over you (it can have a negative connotation).
I’m on my computer and he’s hovering over my shoulder. Everything I do, he can see and criticize. What if I type poorly (I’m a horrid typist) or spell something wrong?
When iwas walking home from school i saw a helicpter hovering over my head. i had no idea what was going on. then i just relized