i made food the other day and it was awesome
i also made a story about the word made
it was a lie because i have not made food in a while
and when i have it hasnt been that awesome
so everything i have written is a lie
how do you know whether i am saying the truth
it reminds me of the song i made it!
i love that song
I don’t think I realized how good I had it back then. Back in the day of just being a stay-at-home mom with a husband who brought home biweekly checks of $5000. Now I’d be glad to see that in a few months’ salary. Boy, did I have it made and I didn’t even know it.
I amde up my mind. done. I can’t do it anymore. It’s ridiculous. I’m spending ten grand a year for a piece of paper. theres no knowledge in this industry anymore.
“I’m a made man.” I repeated to myself as I crossed the flower-decked street of southeast Suburbia. I don’t belong here, but someone has invited me into her world, and I feel gifted.
I immediately think of that show on MTV. I wonder if you can just ask to be made into a person who has a couple grand in your bank account. That’d be pretty sweet.
The thing about death is that it made me consider living again. It’s not that i was disappointed in death, but i missed the sensation of taste. Tasting never seemed like such a big deal before June 14, 1951.
You cry and complain and whine and yell at “mummy” and “daddy” but you fail to see exactly what’s around you. You spoiled, little brats, show some appreciation because you are part of the few who actually have it made.
It was already made before it even happened, this catastrophic thing everyone is crying about now. It is made, since they knew it could happen, before they even let those people in this tunnel and they should have known!
The best thing I ever made was my daughter’s wedding veil. I didn’t want to put red in the decoration or beads, but that’s what she wanted and in the end I realized after hours of sewing on beads that it didn’t matter what I thought was pretty… she was happy. And I kind of liked it, too.
made. tailor made. what you’re made of. the tiny parts that all come together to create who you are. you may not really be sure what these parts are but they will all reveal themselves in good time
It was after a long bout of nothing going right…it finally all changed. I was made. I was on the right track. I was going up and up and up…and oh how wonderful the feeling!!
We make everything. We create & destroy it. We made the pyramids- the hanging garden of babylon. Some of the most beautiful things have been made by humans- but we never realize it until it’s too late. We’ve made ugly things- hate, genocide. Our greatest everything- enemies & allies alike- are made by us.
who has made me what i am today? alot of people would answer this question simple by saying their parents, their teachers, maybe theyd say their enviroment made them who they are. what does made even mean? how can you know who has MADE you? you make your own path, you make your own life.
“What are you made of?”, he asked me. It was a strange question. He was a strange man. I suppose I had never really given it much thought before that moment, but ever since then I have not been able to get it out of my head.
I haven’t made my own food in a couple days, so I feel kind of drained. Cooking to me spices up my creative energy, but lately all I can do is lay around. I hope I can draw more.
made. there’s something i made today. i made pizza. it was awesome. people seldom make anything owdays. cause you can buy everything and its faster, and there’s no need to make anything. but things that you make are always better in a way
I was wanting cake real bad and so I decided to walk to the kitchen. I made one. It was real good so I choked down in no time flat. You see when it comes to cake I can really eat.
“Look, I don’t care who made it, but I’m not going to eat it,” muttered Caley, prodded the mud pie with a finger before wiping the dirt off on her skirt. “It has sticks in it. You know I hate sticks.”
Made also makes me think of the things we create.
I don’t make food… I’m not into cooking, backing or any of that.
I like to make art. Small things. Sometimes people are impressed but I know I’m only slightly above average.
What else do I make? Friends. Invest in relationships. Make life better.
I’ve MADE a difference.
He made my night last night, but then he got soft. He loves me when it’s dark. gets off. then leaves. I hate him. then I love him — maybe it was the alcohol
I made it!
Made it through. Life? Life so far?
I’ve got my dream job. At 25 I guess that’s impressive. I moved to a city I’ve never been to. Made it through my first (now two) years of teaching in a very large, urban school district.
he made it out of stone. It wasn’t supposed to be torn down, but it was. I don’t know who he was. I don’t know who I am. Where am I? Why? I don’t even know if anyone can hear me, but im still talking.
Thing was, he had it made. Everything from a new car every year to as many nightclasses as he wanted to take, and it was enough, it really was… except that London was home now, and the countryside just seemed so boring.
I made cookies today, for the first time in just about a year. I used a mix, because I don’t know where my mixer is, and it only called for margarine and water. I’m hoping they taste good. I almost burned them. Should I have added an extra cup of chocolate chips?
I was made by God to do good things here on Earth. Everybody was. Some people abuse their priveleges of being here by being evil. BAD PEOPLE. Be good. You only get one shot.
Made in China. “Made”. Wie haben wir uns im Englischunterricht -war es in der 7. oder in der 8. Klasse?- über dieses Wort amüsiert. Eine Made in Taiwan.
I see everyday what my parents had made. Soft green eyes stare back at me whenever I look. Long ginger hair curling over her shoulders. Pale skin; a cream that never darkens. Delicately, my fingers graze the mirror, and the reflection smiles.
we are all made. by whom or why no one knows but we are here and it doesn’t seem that we will be going anywhere fast. we can make almost anything we set our minds to however we always want more. everything in this world is made. somehow.
Made is an awful show on MTV. MTV used to stand for Music Television. Now it does not. I don’t know what it stands for now, but whatever it is I don’t like it.
i made food the other day and it was awesome
i also made a story about the word made
it was a lie because i have not made food in a while
and when i have it hasnt been that awesome
so everything i have written is a lie
how do you know whether i am saying the truth
it reminds me of the song i made it!
i love that song
Made a cake made is the past tense of make and I make a lot of mistakes on writinh about the word made its really hard to make things out of one word
I don’t think I realized how good I had it back then. Back in the day of just being a stay-at-home mom with a husband who brought home biweekly checks of $5000. Now I’d be glad to see that in a few months’ salary. Boy, did I have it made and I didn’t even know it.
created, cooked, baked, manufactured, birthed, mad, maid,
I amde up my mind. done. I can’t do it anymore. It’s ridiculous. I’m spending ten grand a year for a piece of paper. theres no knowledge in this industry anymore.
“I’m a made man.” I repeated to myself as I crossed the flower-decked street of southeast Suburbia. I don’t belong here, but someone has invited me into her world, and I feel gifted.
I immediately think of that show on MTV. I wonder if you can just ask to be made into a person who has a couple grand in your bank account. That’d be pretty sweet.
i made myself a baby one day with adam cooley. it was buff but quite thick. i then made myself a sandwhich. it was a good sandwhich.
The thing about death is that it made me consider living again. It’s not that i was disappointed in death, but i missed the sensation of taste. Tasting never seemed like such a big deal before June 14, 1951.
You cry and complain and whine and yell at “mummy” and “daddy” but you fail to see exactly what’s around you. You spoiled, little brats, show some appreciation because you are part of the few who actually have it made.
It was already made before it even happened, this catastrophic thing everyone is crying about now. It is made, since they knew it could happen, before they even let those people in this tunnel and they should have known!
To have it made: wealth, love, success. What one years for.
incredilbe sights of wisdom unknown wandering of beauty creation portraits of life
The best thing I ever made was my daughter’s wedding veil. I didn’t want to put red in the decoration or beads, but that’s what she wanted and in the end I realized after hours of sewing on beads that it didn’t matter what I thought was pretty… she was happy. And I kind of liked it, too.
made. tailor made. what you’re made of. the tiny parts that all come together to create who you are. you may not really be sure what these parts are but they will all reveal themselves in good time
We’ve got it made in the shade said the man with the blade as he played in the glade and the light started to fade.
It was after a long bout of nothing going right…it finally all changed. I was made. I was on the right track. I was going up and up and up…and oh how wonderful the feeling!!
We make everything. We create & destroy it. We made the pyramids- the hanging garden of babylon. Some of the most beautiful things have been made by humans- but we never realize it until it’s too late. We’ve made ugly things- hate, genocide. Our greatest everything- enemies & allies alike- are made by us.
to make. to create. to bring into being. a flower, a life, a world.
who has made me what i am today? alot of people would answer this question simple by saying their parents, their teachers, maybe theyd say their enviroment made them who they are. what does made even mean? how can you know who has MADE you? you make your own path, you make your own life.
“What are you made of?”, he asked me. It was a strange question. He was a strange man. I suppose I had never really given it much thought before that moment, but ever since then I have not been able to get it out of my head.
I haven’t made my own food in a couple days, so I feel kind of drained. Cooking to me spices up my creative energy, but lately all I can do is lay around. I hope I can draw more.
i made up myself a lot of dreams, i made up myself a new life; but then i realize that they are my only dreams, and not a different life
I made it into love. It keeps me alive, it’s so amazing. Love is the movement. I made it happen. and I made myself believe in it.
made. there’s something i made today. i made pizza. it was awesome. people seldom make anything owdays. cause you can buy everything and its faster, and there’s no need to make anything. but things that you make are always better in a way
I was wanting cake real bad and so I decided to walk to the kitchen. I made one. It was real good so I choked down in no time flat. You see when it comes to cake I can really eat.
created. imagined. thought. ideas put onto paper. or whatever other material you used. finished.
“Look, I don’t care who made it, but I’m not going to eat it,” muttered Caley, prodded the mud pie with a finger before wiping the dirt off on her skirt. “It has sticks in it. You know I hate sticks.”
Made also makes me think of the things we create.
I don’t make food… I’m not into cooking, backing or any of that.
I like to make art. Small things. Sometimes people are impressed but I know I’m only slightly above average.
What else do I make? Friends. Invest in relationships. Make life better.
I’ve MADE a difference.
I made a sandwich with bananas and honey on it. I made it so it was with honey on top and bananas on bottom and cut in triangles.
He made my night last night, but then he got soft. He loves me when it’s dark. gets off. then leaves. I hate him. then I love him — maybe it was the alcohol
I made it!
Made it through. Life? Life so far?
I’ve got my dream job. At 25 I guess that’s impressive. I moved to a city I’ve never been to. Made it through my first (now two) years of teaching in a very large, urban school district.
he made it out of stone. It wasn’t supposed to be torn down, but it was. I don’t know who he was. I don’t know who I am. Where am I? Why? I don’t even know if anyone can hear me, but im still talking.
Thing was, he had it made. Everything from a new car every year to as many nightclasses as he wanted to take, and it was enough, it really was… except that London was home now, and the countryside just seemed so boring.
I made cookies today, for the first time in just about a year. I used a mix, because I don’t know where my mixer is, and it only called for margarine and water. I’m hoping they taste good. I almost burned them. Should I have added an extra cup of chocolate chips?
I was made by God to do good things here on Earth. Everybody was. Some people abuse their priveleges of being here by being evil. BAD PEOPLE. Be good. You only get one shot.
Made in China. “Made”. Wie haben wir uns im Englischunterricht -war es in der 7. oder in der 8. Klasse?- über dieses Wort amüsiert. Eine Made in Taiwan.
I see everyday what my parents had made. Soft green eyes stare back at me whenever I look. Long ginger hair curling over her shoulders. Pale skin; a cream that never darkens. Delicately, my fingers graze the mirror, and the reflection smiles.
we are all made. by whom or why no one knows but we are here and it doesn’t seem that we will be going anywhere fast. we can make almost anything we set our minds to however we always want more. everything in this world is made. somehow.
Made is an awful show on MTV. MTV used to stand for Music Television. Now it does not. I don’t know what it stands for now, but whatever it is I don’t like it.