I hovered down the road and I saw what I thought I saw: a picture of my mother hovering in the distance. Without looking, I was without a thought in my mind and every single time that I saw him I thought it was a cat. No, it was not. It was not at all, and I despise the fact that I ever thought it was. So here I am without a hover in the world and a mother that’s a girl. What a bother.
man. hover.
fuck people who can do this.
it is a stupid superpower and they suck for even thinking about it.
also real-life hovercrafts. NOT EVEN COOL AT ALL.
HEY EVERYBODY THEY DO NOT ACTUALLY HOVER.
helicopter and what joel does to samantha. I hate it when my dad hovers over me, or when someone follows me in the grocergy store. sounds like hoover. hovering vaccuum cleaners? that would be weird. i want hover boots. that would be sweet. i would hover all the way home.
Hover, is what he did as he watched his young son complete his homework. He wanted to correct every mistake, but debated with himself the best method of learning. Perhaps he couldn not save his son from every miscarried one, and perhaps that was okay.
fly soar , if you didnt know we are birds,
but our domain has been unnesesarily comprimised,
our wings clipped
like a baller shot in the hip,
cripples as such ,
punched in the lipp, our freedom,
right has been taking
…we want it bck.
Hovercrafts and jetpacks are distant tangerines
Dinosaurs and movie stars are closer than they seem
Middle age and microwaves make buttered popcorn gleam
Ambassadors are flacid, sir, just read a magazine
Hover means to float in the air. Sometimes I wish that I could hover where ever I went. I would probably gain a few pounds, but my friends would think I was cooler, so my self esteem would balance out. It makes me wonder, if we could all hover, would some hover faster than others, or what could you do to hover faster
Hover is an interesting word… I would like to hover, over a room, a field anything that is beautiful. To see a different perspective, like aliens hovering over us?
hover around thinking of three dead birds. How long have you thought about jumping? Never. I have never thaought of jumping. Only of falling. And I would prefer to call it subflying. ‘Cause you dont care.
hovercrafts are cool like a messiah wearing shaving cream. they wander through our streams, but never run out of power. they save minds and matter. Hovering over the world, destroying the evil ones. The big black spiders that are engorged with blood. Hovercrafts save.
there was a craft… and it hovered above the ground about five feet. the little girl looked at it. it resembled a saucer for her tea set. she got excited. she wanted to see if coffee or tea were inside. she stared. the sun was gleaming off the side of the ship…
I am hovering on thebrink of something amazing. Its a cliff, this much I know. It delves into the pits of utter darkness. I can see nothing beyond the first shadows. It is a complete and total mystery. And it is incredible. I think Ill jump head first and free fall into it. Ready. Set. Go.
Hover.
always above ground. why not above the mind or the heart. Why can’t something hover within you? Just barely out of grasp above you… you want to attain it but you can’t. It doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t cause pressure or fear… it causes desire with it’s hovering. why can’t it land?
craft
plane
hover down the road on a UFO flying saucer. ^^
wow it takes longer than I thought for 60 seconds to finish….
Flying saucers are an awesome theory. Aliens exist.
sink just fall beneath the floor into the cement dirt rock water
adapt to creation to raw emotion
we sink
deep and fall closer to where
we began
in exposed sky
developing sight
to be seen
i am
light
waiting to bend
Her breath hovers in the air, the phantom passed between her painted lips. He lingers for a moment, surveys the child crying, the men laughing, and the woman wrapping her coat tighter around her bony frame. With a fleeting glance of white eyes he disappears back into the world of nothing from which he came.
People hover over me all the time. They hover in my business. They hover in my relationships. They simply hover. How is it that MY life is so extraordinarily exciting that everyone must hover? I certainly don’t find it to be so.
The snow flakes fell around them, some falling slower then others, seemingly hovering, as if time has stopped, but they knew it hadn’t, for they could still feel each others lips against their own.
I can’t stand it when he does this. His breath is hot on my ear as he stands there behind me. Why does he hover? I feel his hand on my shoulder. I shrug it off…
It was awesome that we got to have a hovercraft onstage.
But it sucked that I couldnt use it.
I just had the insane pulley-slide-thing which HURT!
I want to hover.
Flying is a bit scary because you might get tired way up in the sky and fall and hurt, but hovering would mean my jeans dont get wet in the snow…
yeah.
Hover hover above the dandelions daisy,
Hover hover sweet scent delicious,
A busy bee does hover hover
Then straight to
Collecting pollen for its honey
Hover,
Hover.
I hover over you in one sensuous moment. Our souls are lost within each other; intertwined. I see your face, so close to mine. And I’d love to, til the end of time.
You come and you go and you hum and you hover, I can not believe, that you’re my lover. those are the Rhett Miller lyrics, you know, Rhett Miller, the cutie, the guy on the album with the green background, lead singer of the old 97s. Dad gave me that album one Christmas along with Sum 41 and Miles Davis and Jay-Z and Third Eye Blind because he wasn’t sure what kind of music I listened to so he just kind of hoped one of them would land. That one did. We know each other so well.
Hovering, above the world and the sea and the sky. The sky is not longer the limit but the equal. Everything is high up and floating and your clothes are drenched with rain, tugging at your skin and trying to bring you down. And you laugh, you laugh at the very face of weight…and wake.
I hovered down the road and I saw what I thought I saw: a picture of my mother hovering in the distance. Without looking, I was without a thought in my mind and every single time that I saw him I thought it was a cat. No, it was not. It was not at all, and I despise the fact that I ever thought it was. So here I am without a hover in the world and a mother that’s a girl. What a bother.
mover moves coves covet comet
I can hover like a balloon aqnd fart like a duck cos hovering is another name for farting
Hover above your body as often as you can. Disconnect from your gravity bound form whenever possible.
man. hover.
fuck people who can do this.
it is a stupid superpower and they suck for even thinking about it.
also real-life hovercrafts. NOT EVEN COOL AT ALL.
HEY EVERYBODY THEY DO NOT ACTUALLY HOVER.
helicopter and what joel does to samantha. I hate it when my dad hovers over me, or when someone follows me in the grocergy store. sounds like hoover. hovering vaccuum cleaners? that would be weird. i want hover boots. that would be sweet. i would hover all the way home.
Hover, is what he did as he watched his young son complete his homework. He wanted to correct every mistake, but debated with himself the best method of learning. Perhaps he couldn not save his son from every miscarried one, and perhaps that was okay.
fly soar , if you didnt know we are birds,
but our domain has been unnesesarily comprimised,
our wings clipped
like a baller shot in the hip,
cripples as such ,
punched in the lipp, our freedom,
right has been taking
…we want it bck.
to go over to fly but not completely. To have ones thoughts be any where but in your head. To cover an area.
Hovercrafts and jetpacks are distant tangerines
Dinosaurs and movie stars are closer than they seem
Middle age and microwaves make buttered popcorn gleam
Ambassadors are flacid, sir, just read a magazine
To be suspended above the earth, to fly without much or any movement. levitate is a synonym. I wish I could hover to america. back to america.
above space like there is no gravity. feeling nothing but the air against your face. nothing effect you, nothing can touch you. you are hovering
Hover means to float in the air. Sometimes I wish that I could hover where ever I went. I would probably gain a few pounds, but my friends would think I was cooler, so my self esteem would balance out. It makes me wonder, if we could all hover, would some hover faster than others, or what could you do to hover faster
Hover is an interesting word… I would like to hover, over a room, a field anything that is beautiful. To see a different perspective, like aliens hovering over us?
hover around thinking of three dead birds. How long have you thought about jumping? Never. I have never thaought of jumping. Only of falling. And I would prefer to call it subflying. ‘Cause you dont care.
above you with eyes watching, there’s nowhere to land. this weightlessness is unbearable. falling.
one word it may mean any thing.sometimes it may be some crucial decission or a life altering decision.
hovercrafts are cool like a messiah wearing shaving cream. they wander through our streams, but never run out of power. they save minds and matter. Hovering over the world, destroying the evil ones. The big black spiders that are engorged with blood. Hovercrafts save.
I hover and fly away. To outer space! What will I find there, who knows? It’s worth the adventure. Hover cars, I hope those are invented some day.
there was a craft… and it hovered above the ground about five feet. the little girl looked at it. it resembled a saucer for her tea set. she got excited. she wanted to see if coffee or tea were inside. she stared. the sun was gleaming off the side of the ship…
I am hovering on thebrink of something amazing. Its a cliff, this much I know. It delves into the pits of utter darkness. I can see nothing beyond the first shadows. It is a complete and total mystery. And it is incredible. I think Ill jump head first and free fall into it. Ready. Set. Go.
Hover.
always above ground. why not above the mind or the heart. Why can’t something hover within you? Just barely out of grasp above you… you want to attain it but you can’t. It doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t cause pressure or fear… it causes desire with it’s hovering. why can’t it land?
Hover
hoover
over
hove
have
heave
over
hover.
craft
plane
hover down the road on a UFO flying saucer. ^^
wow it takes longer than I thought for 60 seconds to finish….
Flying saucers are an awesome theory. Aliens exist.
sink just fall beneath the floor into the cement dirt rock water
adapt to creation to raw emotion
we sink
deep and fall closer to where
we began
in exposed sky
developing sight
to be seen
i am
light
waiting to bend
She sucked in the glamor and the glitz
like a socialite hover
inhailing the dust and stray strings
Her breath hovers in the air, the phantom passed between her painted lips. He lingers for a moment, surveys the child crying, the men laughing, and the woman wrapping her coat tighter around her bony frame. With a fleeting glance of white eyes he disappears back into the world of nothing from which he came.
float
stay
sky
cloud
white
puffy
fluffy
funny
dreamy
dreams
sleeping
lubby
buzzy
fuzzy
fluffy
bumble bee
crispy
flubbery
runny
rubbery
salty
People hover over me all the time. They hover in my business. They hover in my relationships. They simply hover. How is it that MY life is so extraordinarily exciting that everyone must hover? I certainly don’t find it to be so.
The snow flakes fell around them, some falling slower then others, seemingly hovering, as if time has stopped, but they knew it hadn’t, for they could still feel each others lips against their own.
I can’t stand it when he does this. His breath is hot on my ear as he stands there behind me. Why does he hover? I feel his hand on my shoulder. I shrug it off…
vroooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooom henry, dyson
So that’s how it went, you leant over the edge looked down to the bottom of the cliff and try to imagine yourselve hovering not falling but hovering.
It was awesome that we got to have a hovercraft onstage.
But it sucked that I couldnt use it.
I just had the insane pulley-slide-thing which HURT!
I want to hover.
Flying is a bit scary because you might get tired way up in the sky and fall and hurt, but hovering would mean my jeans dont get wet in the snow…
yeah.
Hover hover above the dandelions daisy,
Hover hover sweet scent delicious,
A busy bee does hover hover
Then straight to
Collecting pollen for its honey
Hover,
Hover.
I hover over you in one sensuous moment. Our souls are lost within each other; intertwined. I see your face, so close to mine. And I’d love to, til the end of time.
You come and you go and you hum and you hover, I can not believe, that you’re my lover. those are the Rhett Miller lyrics, you know, Rhett Miller, the cutie, the guy on the album with the green background, lead singer of the old 97s. Dad gave me that album one Christmas along with Sum 41 and Miles Davis and Jay-Z and Third Eye Blind because he wasn’t sure what kind of music I listened to so he just kind of hoped one of them would land. That one did. We know each other so well.
Delivering things on time
to float above the ground, dissimilar to flying where you ascend high above the ground
Hovering, above the world and the sea and the sky. The sky is not longer the limit but the equal. Everything is high up and floating and your clothes are drenched with rain, tugging at your skin and trying to bring you down. And you laugh, you laugh at the very face of weight…and wake.