A keychain is almost like a storybook. Every key you keep opens not only a door, but another facet of your mind. A different view, a different part of your memories. Something irreplaceable.
I think keychains are stupid. Why would you put all your keys on one chain? If you lose that you lose all of them. I think it’s like don’t put all your eggs in one basket; don’t put all your keys on one chain.
Once upon a time, my sad little didi gave me a keychain. It was some thing he bought while in Vegas; a tacky blue star made of cheap rhinestones. It was sort of nice, though. Sparkly. I liked it. It lived in my pocket for a while, and I gripped it whenever I was stressed.
Then, of course, it broke. Sad. So sad. It’s on my desk still.
keychains are the most creative thing anyone would ever find to express themselves on a daily basis. who says keychains need to be proper and convenient? they can be crazy, annoying, and easily replaced. it doesn’t matter. a set of keys is the most descriptive thing a human being in north america can own and cary with them everywhere they go.
i find keychains enormously entertaining, especially the round squishy ones, or the shiny colourful ones. in fact i think i should start collecting/hoarding them. my horoscope says i should surround myself with lavish trinkets so what better way to start?
on a keychain, there are keys. not like piano keys, but the ones with which you can open all sorts of things. doors, mainly. you can also turn on cars. a keychain says very little about the person who has it. sometimes it represents something, like a sports team or a location. other times, it comes free with your apartment rental.
Like a friend who has to let me into my house, a housemate if you will, because I left my keys behind AGAIN. I do that all the time – forgetfulness and myself are intimate on a few levels at least. My keychain features nothing more than my library details and a cheesy I love NY
You bought me that key chain just because so we could remember that one beautiful day we had left before school and everything started. So I could hold on to a bit of summer. And I keep it still because that silly Super Mario mushroom reminds of me of how happy people can be, makes me feel cool because I can brag that this beautiful girl bought it for me and when I’m changing my pants for practice I can always make my friends jealous because they don’t have a boost mushroom to push them when they can’t reach the finish line on the track. And maybe it sounds stupid but.. always, always when I’m changing and I see that mushroom key chain I remember that love is what I remember, do you remember?
I fumbled for my keys, a wet cigarette hanging out of my mouth. Shit. It was raining and I couldn’t find it. I cursed my luck under my breath, keychain jingling. She waited by my side, tapping her fingers impatiently on the door frame.
i had a keychain that was very small. It was wooden and given to me by my older sister. It had my nickname on it “D-N0.” It was hand crafted by a little Filipino man. This keychain was pretty awesome. I kept it everywhere I went. I poked people with it and made them feel uncomfortable. I had it until my dog chewed it up. It was a mini penis.
a key chain is made of metal, it’s silver, it holds keys and other key fobs. It’s jingly. I used to collect keychains. I had a lucky charm keychain. It told time. AHH.
i certainly do love all kinds of keychains. i have a mets keychain and it also serves as a bottle opener. pretty g. i have a lot of other keychains that i wish i could use, but none of them are quite as practical and cool as the mets one. i usually hang the really good ones up on my bulletin board or something to keep as decorations. keychains really aren’t used for keys in my mind.
I wish I had a keychain. One of a panda to be exact… That would be cute… But why were keychains made? Is it necessary to accessorize our objects? Isn’t it already enough that we accessorize ourselves? It’s not like our objects need to look pretty… or do they? What a strange world indeed.
keychains are used by many, they are bright, silly, colourful and maybe just a tad morbid. Morbid you say? why morbid, well there are many ways to kill a person with a keychain, say through the eye? the ears or maybe just accidentally ingested by a small child. Quite an interesting way to die at least, full of angst.
they come in many shapes and sizes. the first thing I thought of was my keychain, which Jossi got for me from Alcatraz. I also think of car keys, and the Lake Tahoe keychain we have. Keychains can be annoying or fun, depending on what mood I’m in. Kinda a waste of money, but they can be good
I put on your coat, the one that smells like ash and bitter words. I smoked that cigar while the sun rose to the tapping of my foot ,the Cuban one you were saving. I took your key off my keychain. I was going to carve my name in anything and everything I could find. The table, chairs, counters, car, doors, floors, walls, your chest. I was never one for leaving a mark though, I’d rather we pretend this never existed.
I saw it at the bottom of my purse, the keychain with the single key. Hers. I forgot to give it back and I swore to myself that I would take it out and mail it. But I never did. Because that would mean it was the end of us.
I had won it in one of my games with the boys. It wasn’t something of great value and it wasn’t really something I needed. But those tiny plates of Nu’s eyes had spun and widened at the small, silvery thing when he saw it swinging from between my fingers. He keeps it clipped on a screw by his elbow.
It sat alone, with only one other key, and no mater the colour of this keychain, the could dark key would not brighten. It seemed moody. Always alone. Keeper of untold secrets. Forever left to guard them with this keychain for company.
Well, when I was little, I used to have a really cool keychain – it was a small, stuffed, pig. I don’t eat pork, but I thought it was cute. I don’t know where it went. I think my younger sister stole it.
Well, I have one of these for sure. It’s got things on it that typically get me into places I need to go. I go through doors with them, doors that take me to new places. I always have been through the doors before, and sometimes I crank cars with them to go to new places. Keychains hold worlds inside them.
It was a symbolic gesture. Wy the so much hesitation? Is not like I did not spend most of the time there already. I hardly went by my own apartment anymore. We were practically living together and yet he had not made the offer yet. No keys were shared or offered. I had been saving this special keychain for the ocassion but it sat unused hidden in my drawer waiting…
A key-chain guards everything you value in life; freedom, family, security- but serialized and materialized into a car, a house, a padlock, all accessible from a small, cheap plastic object.
i have a lot of keycahins but only one key. I do this just to be annoying. the fist time i saw a lot of keycahins was when i saw the hot chick. i thought that was hilarious. I want more keys but i guess i need to buy things that require a key and yeah. bye bye times up.
It is so interesting how valuable and how much memeory a keychaian can hold. It can hold the keys to enter your home, to operate your vehicle, the door to get into your job everyday, as well a picture perhaps of a loved one. A simple keychain and so much value.
A keychain has multiple personalities based on what it is carrying. Sometimes it’s sentimental ornaments attached to it. Sometimes it is a shitload of keys that the owner might just have and not really know what the hell they go to. So does this mean the keychain is introvert or extrovert?
alltid valgte de “keychain”. Ser meg ut som en vegetarpizza du. Nøkler til det indre rom? Ja så la gå, da. I politikken er de indre rom noe helt annet enn det ytre rom. De skulle bare visst.
fortune tellers rarely tell the truth. they tell you what came to them in a dream, see your keys and pin down your personality and desires through what hangs on your chain. what’s on yours? mine is tomorrow.
I used to collect keychains. Some big, some small. And for a while, they were all on my backpack. People always knew i was coming because you could hear my backpack jingelling… one day, i heard people laughing at me. Making fun of my keychains. Calling me hurtful names. That was the last time i ever had keychains on my backpack, and it was the first time i started caring about what people thought about me. I want to go back to collecting those keychains, and not caring what people thought.
The keychain dangled in her hand. It shone brightly in the sunlight, my eyes followed its rhythm, to and frow.
“Wow,” I whispered.
It was the magical keychain, so damn beautiful, so damn magical. I had to have it. My arms reached out to grab the luminous object which she still held in her hand, but they didnt reach the Goddess. She stood there marvelling evilly at the way in which I failed to retrieve the keichain.
the thing at the end of your keys that can be simple or funny or cute and is usually a little gift from someone. hopefully it makes you smile and you think of the person who gave it to you when you use it. mine is a friendship bracelet that my cousin mary gave to me, i love it because of the thought behind it.
something that holds my keys and makes them heavy. it gets in the way. i usually don’t have a keychain because of that very reason. tourists like to have them as keepsakes to remember vacations. sometimes people keep photos in them.
ausländer. er kam im winter und alles war so fremd. er fühlte sich unwohl und wusste nicht wohin er gehen sollte. die rett
A keychain is almost like a storybook. Every key you keep opens not only a door, but another facet of your mind. A different view, a different part of your memories. Something irreplaceable.
I think keychains are stupid. Why would you put all your keys on one chain? If you lose that you lose all of them. I think it’s like don’t put all your eggs in one basket; don’t put all your keys on one chain.
Once upon a time, my sad little didi gave me a keychain. It was some thing he bought while in Vegas; a tacky blue star made of cheap rhinestones. It was sort of nice, though. Sparkly. I liked it. It lived in my pocket for a while, and I gripped it whenever I was stressed.
Then, of course, it broke. Sad. So sad. It’s on my desk still.
chained to a key. trapped. lost. open the unknown.
keychains are the most creative thing anyone would ever find to express themselves on a daily basis. who says keychains need to be proper and convenient? they can be crazy, annoying, and easily replaced. it doesn’t matter. a set of keys is the most descriptive thing a human being in north america can own and cary with them everywhere they go.
i find keychains enormously entertaining, especially the round squishy ones, or the shiny colourful ones. in fact i think i should start collecting/hoarding them. my horoscope says i should surround myself with lavish trinkets so what better way to start?
not something I have. I use my car key fob and don’t carry keys
on a keychain, there are keys. not like piano keys, but the ones with which you can open all sorts of things. doors, mainly. you can also turn on cars. a keychain says very little about the person who has it. sometimes it represents something, like a sports team or a location. other times, it comes free with your apartment rental.
Like a friend who has to let me into my house, a housemate if you will, because I left my keys behind AGAIN. I do that all the time – forgetfulness and myself are intimate on a few levels at least. My keychain features nothing more than my library details and a cheesy I love NY
You bought me that key chain just because so we could remember that one beautiful day we had left before school and everything started. So I could hold on to a bit of summer. And I keep it still because that silly Super Mario mushroom reminds of me of how happy people can be, makes me feel cool because I can brag that this beautiful girl bought it for me and when I’m changing my pants for practice I can always make my friends jealous because they don’t have a boost mushroom to push them when they can’t reach the finish line on the track. And maybe it sounds stupid but.. always, always when I’m changing and I see that mushroom key chain I remember that love is what I remember, do you remember?
I fumbled for my keys, a wet cigarette hanging out of my mouth. Shit. It was raining and I couldn’t find it. I cursed my luck under my breath, keychain jingling. She waited by my side, tapping her fingers impatiently on the door frame.
i had a keychain that was very small. It was wooden and given to me by my older sister. It had my nickname on it “D-N0.” It was hand crafted by a little Filipino man. This keychain was pretty awesome. I kept it everywhere I went. I poked people with it and made them feel uncomfortable. I had it until my dog chewed it up. It was a mini penis.
a key chain is made of metal, it’s silver, it holds keys and other key fobs. It’s jingly. I used to collect keychains. I had a lucky charm keychain. It told time. AHH.
I have a really awesoem winnie the pooh keychan.
i certainly do love all kinds of keychains. i have a mets keychain and it also serves as a bottle opener. pretty g. i have a lot of other keychains that i wish i could use, but none of them are quite as practical and cool as the mets one. i usually hang the really good ones up on my bulletin board or something to keep as decorations. keychains really aren’t used for keys in my mind.
Keychains represent identity. It gives an insight of what each individual is about.
I wish I had a keychain. One of a panda to be exact… That would be cute… But why were keychains made? Is it necessary to accessorize our objects? Isn’t it already enough that we accessorize ourselves? It’s not like our objects need to look pretty… or do they? What a strange world indeed.
keychains are used by many, they are bright, silly, colourful and maybe just a tad morbid. Morbid you say? why morbid, well there are many ways to kill a person with a keychain, say through the eye? the ears or maybe just accidentally ingested by a small child. Quite an interesting way to die at least, full of angst.
they come in many shapes and sizes. the first thing I thought of was my keychain, which Jossi got for me from Alcatraz. I also think of car keys, and the Lake Tahoe keychain we have. Keychains can be annoying or fun, depending on what mood I’m in. Kinda a waste of money, but they can be good
I put on your coat, the one that smells like ash and bitter words. I smoked that cigar while the sun rose to the tapping of my foot ,the Cuban one you were saving. I took your key off my keychain. I was going to carve my name in anything and everything I could find. The table, chairs, counters, car, doors, floors, walls, your chest. I was never one for leaving a mark though, I’d rather we pretend this never existed.
Dangled from my pocket
weight of the capital world hung
money debts
i wish i could cut the string
but its bound to me
I saw it at the bottom of my purse, the keychain with the single key. Hers. I forgot to give it back and I swore to myself that I would take it out and mail it. But I never did. Because that would mean it was the end of us.
I had won it in one of my games with the boys. It wasn’t something of great value and it wasn’t really something I needed. But those tiny plates of Nu’s eyes had spun and widened at the small, silvery thing when he saw it swinging from between my fingers. He keeps it clipped on a screw by his elbow.
It sat alone, with only one other key, and no mater the colour of this keychain, the could dark key would not brighten. It seemed moody. Always alone. Keeper of untold secrets. Forever left to guard them with this keychain for company.
Well, when I was little, I used to have a really cool keychain – it was a small, stuffed, pig. I don’t eat pork, but I thought it was cute. I don’t know where it went. I think my younger sister stole it.
Well, I have one of these for sure. It’s got things on it that typically get me into places I need to go. I go through doors with them, doors that take me to new places. I always have been through the doors before, and sometimes I crank cars with them to go to new places. Keychains hold worlds inside them.
It was a symbolic gesture. Wy the so much hesitation? Is not like I did not spend most of the time there already. I hardly went by my own apartment anymore. We were practically living together and yet he had not made the offer yet. No keys were shared or offered. I had been saving this special keychain for the ocassion but it sat unused hidden in my drawer waiting…
A key-chain guards everything you value in life; freedom, family, security- but serialized and materialized into a car, a house, a padlock, all accessible from a small, cheap plastic object.
i have a lot of keycahins but only one key. I do this just to be annoying. the fist time i saw a lot of keycahins was when i saw the hot chick. i thought that was hilarious. I want more keys but i guess i need to buy things that require a key and yeah. bye bye times up.
It is so interesting how valuable and how much memeory a keychaian can hold. It can hold the keys to enter your home, to operate your vehicle, the door to get into your job everyday, as well a picture perhaps of a loved one. A simple keychain and so much value.
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A keychain has multiple personalities based on what it is carrying. Sometimes it’s sentimental ornaments attached to it. Sometimes it is a shitload of keys that the owner might just have and not really know what the hell they go to. So does this mean the keychain is introvert or extrovert?
alltid valgte de “keychain”. Ser meg ut som en vegetarpizza du. Nøkler til det indre rom? Ja så la gå, da. I politikken er de indre rom noe helt annet enn det ytre rom. De skulle bare visst.
fortune tellers rarely tell the truth. they tell you what came to them in a dream, see your keys and pin down your personality and desires through what hangs on your chain. what’s on yours? mine is tomorrow.
I used to collect keychains. Some big, some small. And for a while, they were all on my backpack. People always knew i was coming because you could hear my backpack jingelling… one day, i heard people laughing at me. Making fun of my keychains. Calling me hurtful names. That was the last time i ever had keychains on my backpack, and it was the first time i started caring about what people thought about me. I want to go back to collecting those keychains, and not caring what people thought.
The keychain dangled in her hand. It shone brightly in the sunlight, my eyes followed its rhythm, to and frow.
“Wow,” I whispered.
It was the magical keychain, so damn beautiful, so damn magical. I had to have it. My arms reached out to grab the luminous object which she still held in her hand, but they didnt reach the Goddess. She stood there marvelling evilly at the way in which I failed to retrieve the keichain.
the thing at the end of your keys that can be simple or funny or cute and is usually a little gift from someone. hopefully it makes you smile and you think of the person who gave it to you when you use it. mine is a friendship bracelet that my cousin mary gave to me, i love it because of the thought behind it.
I put my keys on my keychain one afternoon and unfortunately I forgot to close the link. When I arrived back home my house key was missing
something that holds my keys and makes them heavy. it gets in the way. i usually don’t have a keychain because of that very reason. tourists like to have them as keepsakes to remember vacations. sometimes people keep photos in them.