He made it to the bus stop just in time. As the doors were about to close, he jammed his right palm into the narrow opening, effectively giving himself a rectangular bruise circumventing the middle of his hand. He wiped the sweat from his brow as he got on. At least he made it.
touch my body touch my body i wanna touch your body you touch mine and i touch your body and we can touch everybody’s body and if you like to see my body tell me because i’ll show ya my bawdie lolz kay i’ma go now because my bawdie has to go pee pee and i’m about to pee all over da couch kayyyyy see ya body later and i’ll touch ya body!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I made it to the park on time to see the most spectacular parade of boats. Even more exciting was the multitude of people with their dogs, with some of the dogs dressed up in fancy clothes. Someone tipped me off by phone that this event was occurring because otherwise I would have missed it. The highlight was running into Reeba, sitting on a bench, and chatting with someone she had just met, as is her style. Usually she frequents a park on the other side of the river, but today she was on my side of town, all decked out in her Sunday best.
Die Made saß im Speck. So wie sich gehört. Für eine Made. Ihr ging, so rein versorgungstechnisch, gut. Dennoch, ging es ihr auch sonst gut? Fühlte sie sich wohl. Ist es nicht ein schöneres Leben, wenn man Prüfungen bestehen muss?
i made a bus i made a car. i made your mother. i made your sister. made is a verb. i made everything, i made god, the plants in your garden, the food on your tasble.
“I made it for you. ” He said looking hopful “I thought you’d like it!” Of courswe I did. I liked everything he made for me. He was my best friend. If he gave me a dead leave I’d like it.
Creation in the finest. When i walked and made the cake. Making godly like figures. Heavenly peaceful good things. Lovely prized possessions and love. Creation. When I am made in the eyes of god i can see the sea line down by the sandy shores. and in each ear the elephant waits for me marking his territory with the fleas of the circus. when the town made me into what it did i saw the black and white squares of what it had become to be but as i sat up in my tower thinking only of sad things i began to cry and wonder why i had been created the way i was. but the dog in my other ear told me that god had a plan that god new who i was and my adventure and journey was to create who i am.
“What are we made of?” asked Father Michael from the pulpit. Lester’s hand shot up and he blurted out, “God’s jizzum! God’s jizzum!” He got half-credit for his response, but only after spending the next three hours strapped into the electric re-education chair.
I made it up. My entire life is a fabricated story, thought out over years and precisely outlined. That nostalgia for a life I have never lived and a person I have never been, well, maybe that’s what my life would have been if I weren’t here.
I made a cowboy the other day. He sat on his horse with his rope in his hand, trying to make a lasso. He couldn’t. He’s simply not made to be a good cowboy, which made him more sad than your average cowboy, whatever that might be. Everyone who looked at my cowboy became sad, so I threw him away, making him trash.
Today i discovered that in the talmud not Eva is the first woman ever made. It’s Lilith and she was not made from a rip from Adam, but out of the same mud as him.
I’ve made my life out of bits and pieces of the past. The total representation of me as a whole. If your pass is the whole making of your history, where do you find yourself?
today I made myself feel happy for alittle while. it was good i was dressing up with nancy and seeing her smile made me feel better i wish i had a better storage for staying happy the feeling never lasts long enough and i’m not sure why or if happiness is always fleeting
creating art for her must have been what the gods felt creating the world. The earth is art. everything we have, want, need, see, believe, hear, remember. it’s all art.
you all thought that this was everything I wanted.
look at him lookathim lookatim.
a fucking butterfly,
catalyzed by
desire for
love & it’s just
a hurricane that my own wings created.
It is one thing to think about something, but another to make it. There is nothing like going through a creative product, then making it and finding you have something of relevance and beauty at the end.
Things made by his own hand always worked better. This seemed strange to him who had never made anything before this week but now that he knew what he needed, his hands seem to move for him. They found the right ways to work the components and turn them into the product he needed.
You had it. You can still have it. but of course, you don’t. Instead you lost it. On your way to some sorry dump of a house. lived in by some sort of a dump of a friend. And they didn’t put it in the evidence bag. when they put the cuffs on you. You won’t find it where you got it before. I can’t tell you where to get it. but that won’t mean you will have it. Don’t try to take it from someone. You will only take it further from yourself. that is, after all, how you lost it to begin with.
made a face and me and then i stuck my tounge out at her. we both got in trouble. she got the belt, i got the hand. that was the last time we fought over the pink cereal bowl. the last time. i detest the color pink now.
The worm made it to the end of the hole he’d been digging for centuries, or so it seemed. He wasn’t sure where to go from there, just that it was finally over with. All of his life’s work was.
i watched an eposioid of the show ‘MDAE’ ON Mtv and evver since i have thought to myself that i i hcad the chance to be on that show i would want to be made into soemehitn gthat no one else has thought of and somehting i’m not that good at so it would be a challenge.
i found out today my sister would rather have me dead rather than alive .i guess i have made myself out to be the worst.even though i would never do the same. sure. i would think it.but actions are different than thoughts. just like you could think of flying but could you really do it? or when your husband or wife just drives you crazy and you think “thats enough honey. i’m out of here” you think a lot probably 75% of our lives we spend thinking . 25.5% eating , learning and other things. but that .5% is what we actually do.like i will sponsor a kid . or i will fight against prostitution . think.do.make a difference.
What am I made of is the first thing that cones to mind but then again I’ve thought a lot lately about how things are made and how we as individuals don’t make anything we just consume consume consume.
I had a place to start which has now been wiped clean. The days of coming to this place, this home that is not a home, I can’t stop them because they can’t stop me. Thought they try, as many do. They’ve made their paths which now conform into one. And I’m that line you tried to control, the ink that smeared. I hear you yell out in anger, cursing me and my form. You made me.
I don’t like being made to do things. I mean, it’s ironic, considering the fact the we are made into being — oh that’s weird, I’m talking like I believe in God. I don’t. I don’t even know why I capitalized the word.
We were created together but born apart. The bond I’m supposed to have is something I’ll never experience. The loneliness I feel isn’t because of the person who isn’t, it’s because I want more than I have.
i made myself a pretty little picture earlier today. it was actually more than pretty.. it was beautiful, and it encompassed all of my thoughts and dreams into one piece of paper. pretty miraculous huh? i wish i could master this art.
We are made to live, breathe, and take what we want from this cursed earth. We are broken souls, making each day harder for ourselves as we live in within society’s standards. It’s absolutely unfair.
Some people have it made. I think that’s some people’s goal in life, to have the status of a nice house or a nice car or the “perfect” family. What I have come to realize is that image means nothing if you are not happy. Forget what everyone else thinks about you from an outside perspective. Find happiness within yourself first.
He was made. That night in Opaloosa he killed the guy. He was made. There was no going back. He was made. Once made the only way out is death
She’s wonderfully made. She was made by God’s own hands.
He made it to the bus stop just in time. As the doors were about to close, he jammed his right palm into the narrow opening, effectively giving himself a rectangular bruise circumventing the middle of his hand. He wiped the sweat from his brow as he got on. At least he made it.
I was made into this because of you.
You made me who i am today, not because you “messed up”
but because i did.
touch my body touch my body i wanna touch your body you touch mine and i touch your body and we can touch everybody’s body and if you like to see my body tell me because i’ll show ya my bawdie lolz kay i’ma go now because my bawdie has to go pee pee and i’m about to pee all over da couch kayyyyy see ya body later and i’ll touch ya body!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
God made Earth. People can make a lot of things now, because of technology. People who made stuff are smart. Why can’t we be made of smarter stuff?
I made it to the park on time to see the most spectacular parade of boats. Even more exciting was the multitude of people with their dogs, with some of the dogs dressed up in fancy clothes. Someone tipped me off by phone that this event was occurring because otherwise I would have missed it. The highlight was running into Reeba, sitting on a bench, and chatting with someone she had just met, as is her style. Usually she frequents a park on the other side of the river, but today she was on my side of town, all decked out in her Sunday best.
Die Made saß im Speck. So wie sich gehört. Für eine Made. Ihr ging, so rein versorgungstechnisch, gut. Dennoch, ging es ihr auch sonst gut? Fühlte sie sich wohl. Ist es nicht ein schöneres Leben, wenn man Prüfungen bestehen muss?
i made a bus i made a car. i made your mother. i made your sister. made is a verb. i made everything, i made god, the plants in your garden, the food on your tasble.
i want to be made. made into something great. i want to be given the chance t make my self as great as i can be. i want to be made
“I made it for you. ” He said looking hopful “I thought you’d like it!” Of courswe I did. I liked everything he made for me. He was my best friend. If he gave me a dead leave I’d like it.
Creation in the finest. When i walked and made the cake. Making godly like figures. Heavenly peaceful good things. Lovely prized possessions and love. Creation. When I am made in the eyes of god i can see the sea line down by the sandy shores. and in each ear the elephant waits for me marking his territory with the fleas of the circus. when the town made me into what it did i saw the black and white squares of what it had become to be but as i sat up in my tower thinking only of sad things i began to cry and wonder why i had been created the way i was. but the dog in my other ear told me that god had a plan that god new who i was and my adventure and journey was to create who i am.
“What are we made of?” asked Father Michael from the pulpit. Lester’s hand shot up and he blurted out, “God’s jizzum! God’s jizzum!” He got half-credit for his response, but only after spending the next three hours strapped into the electric re-education chair.
I made it up. My entire life is a fabricated story, thought out over years and precisely outlined. That nostalgia for a life I have never lived and a person I have never been, well, maybe that’s what my life would have been if I weren’t here.
We have it made. We’re the future. Homes. Jobs. Money for going out. Money for this and that. But even though we’ve got it made, we feel hollow.
I made a cowboy the other day. He sat on his horse with his rope in his hand, trying to make a lasso. He couldn’t. He’s simply not made to be a good cowboy, which made him more sad than your average cowboy, whatever that might be. Everyone who looked at my cowboy became sad, so I threw him away, making him trash.
biznaga
wawa I dunno what to write! I made a WAWA! I have never made anything! I’m a looser! might as well blow my brains!
Today i discovered that in the talmud not Eva is the first woman ever made. It’s Lilith and she was not made from a rip from Adam, but out of the same mud as him.
I’ve made my life out of bits and pieces of the past. The total representation of me as a whole. If your pass is the whole making of your history, where do you find yourself?
today I made myself feel happy for alittle while. it was good i was dressing up with nancy and seeing her smile made me feel better i wish i had a better storage for staying happy the feeling never lasts long enough and i’m not sure why or if happiness is always fleeting
He made what I wanted to have. However, he didn’t give the thing to me. I was very disappointed.
creating art for her must have been what the gods felt creating the world. The earth is art. everything we have, want, need, see, believe, hear, remember. it’s all art.
to make or create something. Accomplished or reached a target.
you all thought that this was everything I wanted.
look at him lookathim lookatim.
a fucking butterfly,
catalyzed by
desire for
love & it’s just
a hurricane that my own wings created.
It is one thing to think about something, but another to make it. There is nothing like going through a creative product, then making it and finding you have something of relevance and beauty at the end.
The tv show on MTV. It’s usually stupid.
Things made by his own hand always worked better. This seemed strange to him who had never made anything before this week but now that he knew what he needed, his hands seem to move for him. They found the right ways to work the components and turn them into the product he needed.
We have it made. People always complain, but they don’t realize how good they really have it. That’s just how we work, i guess. It’s a crazy life, yo.
You had it. You can still have it. but of course, you don’t. Instead you lost it. On your way to some sorry dump of a house. lived in by some sort of a dump of a friend. And they didn’t put it in the evidence bag. when they put the cuffs on you. You won’t find it where you got it before. I can’t tell you where to get it. but that won’t mean you will have it. Don’t try to take it from someone. You will only take it further from yourself. that is, after all, how you lost it to begin with.
made a face and me and then i stuck my tounge out at her. we both got in trouble. she got the belt, i got the hand. that was the last time we fought over the pink cereal bowl. the last time. i detest the color pink now.
The worm made it to the end of the hole he’d been digging for centuries, or so it seemed. He wasn’t sure where to go from there, just that it was finally over with. All of his life’s work was.
i watched an eposioid of the show ‘MDAE’ ON Mtv and evver since i have thought to myself that i i hcad the chance to be on that show i would want to be made into soemehitn gthat no one else has thought of and somehting i’m not that good at so it would be a challenge.
i found out today my sister would rather have me dead rather than alive .i guess i have made myself out to be the worst.even though i would never do the same. sure. i would think it.but actions are different than thoughts. just like you could think of flying but could you really do it? or when your husband or wife just drives you crazy and you think “thats enough honey. i’m out of here” you think a lot probably 75% of our lives we spend thinking . 25.5% eating , learning and other things. but that .5% is what we actually do.like i will sponsor a kid . or i will fight against prostitution . think.do.make a difference.
What am I made of is the first thing that cones to mind but then again I’ve thought a lot lately about how things are made and how we as individuals don’t make anything we just consume consume consume.
I had a place to start which has now been wiped clean. The days of coming to this place, this home that is not a home, I can’t stop them because they can’t stop me. Thought they try, as many do. They’ve made their paths which now conform into one. And I’m that line you tried to control, the ink that smeared. I hear you yell out in anger, cursing me and my form. You made me.
I don’t like being made to do things. I mean, it’s ironic, considering the fact the we are made into being — oh that’s weird, I’m talking like I believe in God. I don’t. I don’t even know why I capitalized the word.
We were created together but born apart. The bond I’m supposed to have is something I’ll never experience. The loneliness I feel isn’t because of the person who isn’t, it’s because I want more than I have.
i made myself a pretty little picture earlier today. it was actually more than pretty.. it was beautiful, and it encompassed all of my thoughts and dreams into one piece of paper. pretty miraculous huh? i wish i could master this art.
We are made to live, breathe, and take what we want from this cursed earth. We are broken souls, making each day harder for ourselves as we live in within society’s standards. It’s absolutely unfair.
Some people have it made. I think that’s some people’s goal in life, to have the status of a nice house or a nice car or the “perfect” family. What I have come to realize is that image means nothing if you are not happy. Forget what everyone else thinks about you from an outside perspective. Find happiness within yourself first.