All that was left of my files was nothing. A great, big fat nothing. I had copied them all to a DVD and the burn notification said it was successful. I learned a valuable lesson today; don’t trust a burn notification, especially from NTI. I went ahead and deleted all the files after getting that message because I am returning a recently purchased laptop due to problems with the sound card. In the week I’d had this laptop, I had moved a lot of files over from my tower PC and had organized them quite nicely as I was determined this laptop would be organized. But now, after I get it replaced, I will have to start from scratch because I was left with nothing.
The perfect spot at the table is the left hand spot, you won’t have to compete for your eating space and won’t accidentally keep bumping into your dining companions who are right handed.
Left of center. It comes to mind maybe because nothing ever is what it seems. Nothing ever happens exactly the way you plan it. The sooner people learn it the better. You might be disappointed for a while, but it usually turns out alright in the end. Usually.
the left ear is bigger then a foot on a monkey if u place it the right way. if you spell left you’ll see it’s smaller then right and right is the opposite of right which is kinda cool well and usually left is like the left side of something like a planet
to the left of me lays a sleeping stranger. all i can think about is him. his life. his dream. his fantasy. his ambition. his form. his passion. his life without me. as soon as i leave him.
to the left is where the bathrooms are. Lets go in together. It shouldn’t be that hard to get in. There is no line. Hurry up. Lots to do. My belt is unbuckled. I’m trying to hold it in. I just might burst. Lets get this thing done. Quickly.
So I decided it was time that I left. I had had enough of it all. It was not just that we had so little in common. It was the way that she at times would treat me as if.. I were nothing or less than nothing. She had her cats, she had her parents, and while she had me, it was almost like I was a backdrop, a piece of scenery, and truly I was tired of feeling like a ghost in my own life.
Left, left, left, right, left. Left my wife and 49 kids did I do right, right, right, left, right. Right my country, kicked by a jingle, first they hired me, then they fired me, then I left, left, left, right, left….
left is the side of the wall that i feel against my back at night. the chill from the cold makes me shake yet it is oddly comfortable on hot summers nights, i find myself coming closer to it each night it is quite peculiar
left. by yourself.
or left alone.
or left by emotions leaving you empty (or whole?)
Your left hand trembles as you heave your political flag, left, and red (like your eyes)
Yes, left hand side of your brain controling your right body.
i suppose your in your right mind…
left is a side of as left you know there is a right one it is opposite of left they are important for as if there was no word like this we ll be worry about descriptions.
to the left of me
is a disembodied head
tapestry hidden man’s body
awake with morning
everywhere
hair hair hair
everywhere
to the left of me
is the reason
i woke up today
to the left of me
is the hair and the stare who
will eventually leave me
left
me
right then and there i decided to turn left and move towards the pulsating light that came from the open doorway. i had no idea where i was going. i just knew i wanted to walk. and i did. for a long time . and i did
I couldn’t believe that he left. It was just a little misunderstanding, but he just left. I don’t remember saying anything mean, or even rude, but he still left. What am I going to do? Is he coming back? Is he gone for good? I don’t know. All I know is that I wish I’d kept my mouth shut.
I cannot believe it. My left hand, the evil appendage that it is, has screwed me over again. My right hand, now there is a stellar example of of five digits and a palm. Forced to shake a prospective boss, hand with my left, I just know that my handshake came across as feeble limp.
Since 1968, my politics have veered to the left. As one of gene McCarthy’s youngest campaign workers, I quickly learned that the “best man” does not necessarily win. I have been disappointed in the outcomes of many elections, coming
I was left at the bus stop by my ingrate of a father sixteen years ago to this day. Maybe that is why I am in such a foul mood. The memory of that fear chilling my bones as I tried to stay warm beside the dumpster out back.
Pushing past the thin piece of skin that keeps us apart; it is all that’s left of a barrier. This is the last standing wall before the entire city is demolished. This is the final straw, the last nerve, the drop of water that breaks the dam. Pushing pressing driving thrusting digging punching twisting biting stabbing kicking.
I told you the twisty treat was on the left! now, you have to go up to the light and make a U-turn. Hey! Look that guy in the little running shorts just stopped his jog to throw a couple of punches. WOW! That was a kick! Damn, I want some soft serve! put your foot on the gas!
Left is to right as I am to you. You think that we are so different and in many ways we are, but we are also so alike. We are both headed our own directions, and we don’t let up or down change us, and we both know what we want.
I think you’re left handed, but I’m not sure. I feel like that’s probably something I should know given that we’ve been dating for almost 2 years now. Am I a bad girl friend because I don’t know if you’re right handed or left handed? Am I a bad girl friend if I sometimes wish I was single?
All about the correct way to align your politics. On the sinister hand, possibly wickidly hot. I never know which is left, starboard or port. Somebody please help. Of course anticlockwise is a lovely direction, greatly preferred by many species of vines and ivy’s. And if you wind your coil that way, maybe the north and south poles will suddenly invert at the mere touch of the battery. Now there’s a thought. Trouble is, would anyone notice the difference. Does that mean that ocean currents would change, or maybe the auroraborealis will suddenly wind up to create some of the most spectacular displays, yet seen in this hemisphere (or is it the other?) Do we have to turn our maps upside down, or would that cause the rotation of the wind currents to reverse, and if so, what would that mean. Tired now. Must stop.
i was left all by my own.. deserted. for the first time in my life i had to depend on my own.. i had to prove to my self before the rest that i can b independant.. that i dnt need u.. therefore, i;m gratefull..
What my boyfriend just did. He went out to a campground to work, I’m here left behind all alone. I left home so now I have no friends in this new place. I always got left behind my whole life. why did I let this one happen?
go to the left, if what you’re looking for isn’t there then perhaps you’re not looking hard enough. think about what it is you really want is it at your left , or should you backtrack and turn right? you won’t really know what direction to go in until you know what it is you are looking for, or is it the other way round?
Im whats left Im whats right, im the enemy… I didn’t understand those lines until one day at work. I was the one left by myself, after a huge argument, and everyone else got sent home. It was a ridiculous day.
left. i dont like left. well at least my left hand. it doesnt do much except help me type these words. it does more but most of the time left is the one that’s perfect. it doesnt bruises like right does. its perfect. thats the way left is. weird huh?
left of this place you’ll find the right place.
who’s left, you might ask.
all the folks who haven’t left quite yet.
left.
left.
cleft.
left here without you I don’t feel right.
you left me struggling and bound, gasping for air. the itchy rope dug into my wrists. i dont hate you for this. i hate me for letting you. i didnt fight it. i didnt want to fight it as i gasped for air…
here, on my back, thinking of you. i’m right, your wrong, that’s why you left me?
i can’t understand, i doubt i will. i can make your life much better, but still you did.
left behind on the rocks I nashed my stumped teeth against granite rocks, forever the restless child left to fend for himself in a world full of ice cream trucks who would mercilessly run down a poor child of bodom,,bollocks
When someone has left something they have gone away and not brought along the specified item with them. This may be purposeful
All that was left of my files was nothing. A great, big fat nothing. I had copied them all to a DVD and the burn notification said it was successful. I learned a valuable lesson today; don’t trust a burn notification, especially from NTI. I went ahead and deleted all the files after getting that message because I am returning a recently purchased laptop due to problems with the sound card. In the week I’d had this laptop, I had moved a lot of files over from my tower PC and had organized them quite nicely as I was determined this laptop would be organized. But now, after I get it replaced, I will have to start from scratch because I was left with nothing.
The perfect spot at the table is the left hand spot, you won’t have to compete for your eating space and won’t accidentally keep bumping into your dining companions who are right handed.
the opposite of right. almost like wrong, i guess.
“she left me”
“she turned left”
“L.E.F.T”
leaving
every
fucking
time
that’s what it’s all about.
Left of center. It comes to mind maybe because nothing ever is what it seems. Nothing ever happens exactly the way you plan it. The sooner people learn it the better. You might be disappointed for a while, but it usually turns out alright in the end. Usually.
the left ear is bigger then a foot on a monkey if u place it the right way. if you spell left you’ll see it’s smaller then right and right is the opposite of right which is kinda cool well and usually left is like the left side of something like a planet
to the left of me lays a sleeping stranger. all i can think about is him. his life. his dream. his fantasy. his ambition. his form. his passion. his life without me. as soon as i leave him.
to the left is where the bathrooms are. Lets go in together. It shouldn’t be that hard to get in. There is no line. Hurry up. Lots to do. My belt is unbuckled. I’m trying to hold it in. I just might burst. Lets get this thing done. Quickly.
So I decided it was time that I left. I had had enough of it all. It was not just that we had so little in common. It was the way that she at times would treat me as if.. I were nothing or less than nothing. She had her cats, she had her parents, and while she had me, it was almost like I was a backdrop, a piece of scenery, and truly I was tired of feeling like a ghost in my own life.
Left is the other side. The one I don’t use to write with. It’s my weak hand, the little claw.
Remaining portions. What’s left?
Left alone. All alone. Left behind. Don’t leave.
Sometimes, if you go to the left, you’ll be right. That means, of course, that if you go the right, you might be left.
i dunno man. it’s the opposite of right. it is a left handedbatter. it’s the republicans. its the alternative. cool.artistic.
Left, left, left, right, left. Left my wife and 49 kids did I do right, right, right, left, right. Right my country, kicked by a jingle, first they hired me, then they fired me, then I left, left, left, right, left….
left is the side of the wall that i feel against my back at night. the chill from the cold makes me shake yet it is oddly comfortable on hot summers nights, i find myself coming closer to it each night it is quite peculiar
left. by yourself.
or left alone.
or left by emotions leaving you empty (or whole?)
Your left hand trembles as you heave your political flag, left, and red (like your eyes)
Yes, left hand side of your brain controling your right body.
i suppose your in your right mind…
left is a side of as left you know there is a right one it is opposite of left they are important for as if there was no word like this we ll be worry about descriptions.
to the left of me
is a disembodied head
tapestry hidden man’s body
awake with morning
everywhere
hair hair hair
everywhere
to the left of me
is the reason
i woke up today
to the left of me
is the hair and the stare who
will eventually leave me
left
me
left,like communism? I dont know. Not right is it wrong? what is left? is this all thats left? what a waste. ive been left behind before.
right then and there i decided to turn left and move towards the pulsating light that came from the open doorway. i had no idea where i was going. i just knew i wanted to walk. and i did. for a long time . and i did
I couldn’t believe that he left. It was just a little misunderstanding, but he just left. I don’t remember saying anything mean, or even rude, but he still left. What am I going to do? Is he coming back? Is he gone for good? I don’t know. All I know is that I wish I’d kept my mouth shut.
I cannot believe it. My left hand, the evil appendage that it is, has screwed me over again. My right hand, now there is a stellar example of of five digits and a palm. Forced to shake a prospective boss, hand with my left, I just know that my handshake came across as feeble limp.
Since 1968, my politics have veered to the left. As one of gene McCarthy’s youngest campaign workers, I quickly learned that the “best man” does not necessarily win. I have been disappointed in the outcomes of many elections, coming
I was left at the bus stop by my ingrate of a father sixteen years ago to this day. Maybe that is why I am in such a foul mood. The memory of that fear chilling my bones as I tried to stay warm beside the dumpster out back.
Pushing past the thin piece of skin that keeps us apart; it is all that’s left of a barrier. This is the last standing wall before the entire city is demolished. This is the final straw, the last nerve, the drop of water that breaks the dam. Pushing pressing driving thrusting digging punching twisting biting stabbing kicking.
I told you the twisty treat was on the left! now, you have to go up to the light and make a U-turn. Hey! Look that guy in the little running shorts just stopped his jog to throw a couple of punches. WOW! That was a kick! Damn, I want some soft serve! put your foot on the gas!
Left is to right as I am to you. You think that we are so different and in many ways we are, but we are also so alike. We are both headed our own directions, and we don’t let up or down change us, and we both know what we want.
I think you’re left handed, but I’m not sure. I feel like that’s probably something I should know given that we’ve been dating for almost 2 years now. Am I a bad girl friend because I don’t know if you’re right handed or left handed? Am I a bad girl friend if I sometimes wish I was single?
All about the correct way to align your politics. On the sinister hand, possibly wickidly hot. I never know which is left, starboard or port. Somebody please help. Of course anticlockwise is a lovely direction, greatly preferred by many species of vines and ivy’s. And if you wind your coil that way, maybe the north and south poles will suddenly invert at the mere touch of the battery. Now there’s a thought. Trouble is, would anyone notice the difference. Does that mean that ocean currents would change, or maybe the auroraborealis will suddenly wind up to create some of the most spectacular displays, yet seen in this hemisphere (or is it the other?) Do we have to turn our maps upside down, or would that cause the rotation of the wind currents to reverse, and if so, what would that mean. Tired now. Must stop.
i was left all by my own.. deserted. for the first time in my life i had to depend on my own.. i had to prove to my self before the rest that i can b independant.. that i dnt need u.. therefore, i;m gratefull..
craniotomy
craniotomy
What my boyfriend just did. He went out to a campground to work, I’m here left behind all alone. I left home so now I have no friends in this new place. I always got left behind my whole life. why did I let this one happen?
go to the left, if what you’re looking for isn’t there then perhaps you’re not looking hard enough. think about what it is you really want is it at your left , or should you backtrack and turn right? you won’t really know what direction to go in until you know what it is you are looking for, or is it the other way round?
Im whats left Im whats right, im the enemy… I didn’t understand those lines until one day at work. I was the one left by myself, after a huge argument, and everyone else got sent home. It was a ridiculous day.
left. i dont like left. well at least my left hand. it doesnt do much except help me type these words. it does more but most of the time left is the one that’s perfect. it doesnt bruises like right does. its perfect. thats the way left is. weird huh?
left of this place you’ll find the right place.
who’s left, you might ask.
all the folks who haven’t left quite yet.
left.
left.
cleft.
left here without you I don’t feel right.
he left his house for some adventure and ended up in a avenue, begging for some money so he can buy his cigarrets of happiness
you left me struggling and bound, gasping for air. the itchy rope dug into my wrists. i dont hate you for this. i hate me for letting you. i didnt fight it. i didnt want to fight it as i gasped for air…
here, on my back, thinking of you. i’m right, your wrong, that’s why you left me?
i can’t understand, i doubt i will. i can make your life much better, but still you did.
left behind on the rocks I nashed my stumped teeth against granite rocks, forever the restless child left to fend for himself in a world full of ice cream trucks who would mercilessly run down a poor child of bodom,,bollocks