matches cause fired but really by stupid people that play with them but sometimes also cigarettes and occasionally actual fires that are caused by lightening or something which is really cool and stuff it’s pretty and i like it and i also like rain and thunderstorms because they’re loud and pretty and fun and stuff it’s really cool
match,
its hard to find a match in this world. Especially if its with someone else.
Shoes, clothes and colors all have a matching pair..
This world always does things in pairs.. we all need our match, meet our match and strive to make our match.
hopefully this match word doesn’t make me sound like a total loser
matches are weird, but im not sure that we’re talking about match sticks. I like socks that match and I like shoes that match my outfit, but I don’t match very often. It upsets me. Colors match, too, but only sometimes. Black matches everything.
it starts out trembling
heart and adrenaline racing
hands twitching as you relax
you get in to that trance
you know where and how to win
the places to set up and jump through
you execute just as practiced
draw a smirk and breath
good job get ready for the next round
It’s ironic, huh?
I mean, it should be typical
I feel like I’m writing out a monologue
To that movie I always wanted to be my life
This time it’s nonfiction
What the hell?
So after desperatly trying to learn from you,
become more like you,
I altered myself in the ways in which
I found to be profound, mature, realistic.
Since drifting more and more from my original person
or, I as I would have said 3 months ago,
‘building my character’
I’m left 300 miles south from my body
And I found
You were like me in more ways than I have imagine.
Now, we’re not suitable.
We’re not suitable at ALL actually.
You were opionated, a pretentious son of a bitch.
I lowered my defenses and casualities
‘took a break’ from my regular vulgar self
and becameeasily coneited, quiet girl.
Become what you hate, as they say.
3 months ago, we were more similiar than are now.
3 months from perfection to disengage,
3 months from a the closest thing I’ll ever find
to a match.
I think we are a perfect match for each other but who can really know that? I pray we are a match because she is soo perfect, like perfectly flawed and I love every minute with her. I hope we have more and more minutes
What’s the deal with match.com? I don’t think I ever really had to deal with trying to find that certain someone. I had kids. I got pregnant, had kids, and got married. On one hand it made things easier, but on the other, I just didn’t see my life turning out this way. Whatever happened to the peace corps?
My head is on fire. My head is on fire. My head is on fire. My head is on fire. My head is on fire. Dragged across the rocks one too many times. I can’t believe I failed to splinter your fingers. How could you do this to me?
A match is a consumable tool for lighting a fire in controlled circumstances on demand. But the sort of match I would Like to be lit,would be a sweet girl to match with my personality.I havent had the time,but when I do I think I’ll Worship her every moment.
He tried to strike a match on the side of the table as he watched her leave. He’d seen this done in movies a few times before; it wasn’t as easy as they made it seem. The match bent, he shuffled for another one, tried again a little more forcefully. By the time it was lit, she was gone, which made it easy to imagine that the intended effect had failed.
i think me and my boyfriend dont match that much but i still love him maybe for his looks or maybe because i dont want to be alone , anyway i think i love him but im not sure why maybe he makes me laugh
Strike the match, light a candle… The dark recedes, but never very far. Do you focus on the warm incandescence…or do you slip silently into the shadows?
what is a match. it is a stick that when struck against a rough surface, makes a spark of fire. That used to be the main way to light a cigarette until lighters came along. Some people still use matches in the bathroom to get rid of the stinky smell of a powerful BM. After the match is lit and blown out, it pretty much gets rid of the bad smell. They even make scented matches now. That’s even better but you have to find them in a shop that cells oils or candles or incense.
I don’t wear matching socks. Everyone thinks I’m odd because I don’t, but I think of it as one way that I’ll change the world. Yes, I am changing the world one mis-matched sock at a time. Just doing my part for the destruction of our stabilized world.
matching chai tea and coffee ice cream with ice water and zucchini bread, piecing together neon orange and fluorescent green without any murky browns in between and then adding it to black and white with fuzzy edges, connecting an insomniac pagan to a sloth-esque atheist… is to create one of the most beautiful things ever to be.
all in secret, all in time, things will fall in to place…
More than a match. match game — oh the little match girl. mix match those grrranimals. Mother of all matches. Match stix. Lite er up. Flick on a stick. Whoosh.
fractal aneurysms
you might have heard
the weather is splendid
down java way
in the interest of
character analysis
we offer the remainders
in telluride
the blissful contemplations
will ever do
with prismatic
satisfaction
you will ever do
if you never do
the dewdrops
of pass me round
the scylla
the charybdis
of adolescent blue.
He lit the match and watched it burn. Feeling all his anguish slip away with the dying flame in the the breeze. He inhaled the smell of burnt sulfur and immediately felt better about his life. Things were going to be okay. There would be no bridges burned today.
The socks don’t match at all, but it’s fine with her. One has over-cheery smiley faces, one has squiggly little caterpillars. It was deliberate: to make a statement. She figures everyone needs another’s radiant happiness to complete their day.
We were the perfect match— or so the paper said. But, as I sat staring at this odd boy in front of me, I couldn’t help but wonder if computer programmers actually DID have a sense of humor. Clearly we didn’t fit.
I wish I had a match for everything that I have. I sit and match my socks so that one is not as faded as the other. I wish the people I worked with matched. We are a screaming ball of mismatched personalities. I want to match my life to the kind of work I do in the summer. Where has that person gone? Why aren’t I happy at the thought of home?
I thought the two of them were the perfect match. Everything seemed fine, but it didn’t matter. The two were like oil and water after only a few short weeks. We couldn’t understand it.
I looked at the match in my hand and considered lighting it. It would take one maybe two seconds tops. Then the gasoline pooled at my feet would ignite and for a few blistering minutes, I would feel the inferno that is hell. But it was the promise of a black, empty unknown that tempted me to run the match against the brick wall.
It’ll only take one match. One second, no guessing. This life, this mistake, could be over, I would finally be free. All I had to do was strike the match, and watch my old house go up in flames. One hesitation, and they would find me. I’d have to run as soon as the house went up, every thing is lost if they catch me. If they find out I did this. With one quick breath, I struk the match, and watched my life change forever.
Match is something that could be invlved with sports vocabulary. Like, tennis match and such. Match can also relate to board games as in a match in backgammon and such. Match is also like a match that can start a fire.
They said that it was courageous of her, to strike that match. I never understood why someone would want to commit suicide, even more so want to do it wth a match and a tank of gasoline. Every time I think about it I could feel my skin crawl. Courageous? I don’t think so. Damaged, maybe, scared, maybe, but not courageous.
HAHA! i found it – two strawberries. I’m so good at the matching game. For a moment I thought I could be wrong. Was that second choice a piece of pizza instead? No, of course not – that was the one to the left.
my socks dont match usually. we lit the fire at rons and wasted most of the matches. james is my perfect match<3 jessica lost the match match rhymes with catch.
matches cause fired but really by stupid people that play with them but sometimes also cigarettes and occasionally actual fires that are caused by lightening or something which is really cool and stuff it’s pretty and i like it and i also like rain and thunderstorms because they’re loud and pretty and fun and stuff it’s really cool
I’ll match your steps,
You’ll never go farther,
Work harder,
Last longer.
Rivals forever,
It was our vow,
Even when,
It wasn’t what you meant.
Light the fire,
Watch our dance,
Run through it with me,
A perfect match.
maker.
Best match
You light my fire!
You’re the love of my life.
Life without love is worthless.
Matchbook…restaurants…all the romantic dinners we’ve had.
Funny how a word like this makes me think of Brad!
match,
its hard to find a match in this world. Especially if its with someone else.
Shoes, clothes and colors all have a matching pair..
This world always does things in pairs.. we all need our match, meet our match and strive to make our match.
hopefully this match word doesn’t make me sound like a total loser
matches are weird, but im not sure that we’re talking about match sticks. I like socks that match and I like shoes that match my outfit, but I don’t match very often. It upsets me. Colors match, too, but only sometimes. Black matches everything.
it starts out trembling
heart and adrenaline racing
hands twitching as you relax
you get in to that trance
you know where and how to win
the places to set up and jump through
you execute just as practiced
draw a smirk and breath
good job get ready for the next round
It’s ironic, huh?
I mean, it should be typical
I feel like I’m writing out a monologue
To that movie I always wanted to be my life
This time it’s nonfiction
What the hell?
So after desperatly trying to learn from you,
become more like you,
I altered myself in the ways in which
I found to be profound, mature, realistic.
Since drifting more and more from my original person
or, I as I would have said 3 months ago,
‘building my character’
I’m left 300 miles south from my body
And I found
You were like me in more ways than I have imagine.
Now, we’re not suitable.
We’re not suitable at ALL actually.
You were opionated, a pretentious son of a bitch.
I lowered my defenses and casualities
‘took a break’ from my regular vulgar self
and becameeasily coneited, quiet girl.
Become what you hate, as they say.
3 months ago, we were more similiar than are now.
3 months from perfection to disengage,
3 months from a the closest thing I’ll ever find
to a match.
I think we are a perfect match for each other but who can really know that? I pray we are a match because she is soo perfect, like perfectly flawed and I love every minute with her. I hope we have more and more minutes
What’s the deal with match.com? I don’t think I ever really had to deal with trying to find that certain someone. I had kids. I got pregnant, had kids, and got married. On one hand it made things easier, but on the other, I just didn’t see my life turning out this way. Whatever happened to the peace corps?
My head is on fire. My head is on fire. My head is on fire. My head is on fire. My head is on fire. Dragged across the rocks one too many times. I can’t believe I failed to splinter your fingers. How could you do this to me?
A match is a consumable tool for lighting a fire in controlled circumstances on demand. But the sort of match I would Like to be lit,would be a sweet girl to match with my personality.I havent had the time,but when I do I think I’ll Worship her every moment.
It won’t work. These matches are terrible. They’re damp. How the hell am I supposed to cook the sausages now? This is the worst camping trip EVER.
lighters are dangerous for children and small pets.Big pets can handle flamable devices better :)
He tried to strike a match on the side of the table as he watched her leave. He’d seen this done in movies a few times before; it wasn’t as easy as they made it seem. The match bent, he shuffled for another one, tried again a little more forcefully. By the time it was lit, she was gone, which made it easy to imagine that the intended effect had failed.
i think me and my boyfriend dont match that much but i still love him maybe for his looks or maybe because i dont want to be alone , anyway i think i love him but im not sure why maybe he makes me laugh
Game, set, and match before it had even begun. So is life.
Strike the match, light a candle… The dark recedes, but never very far. Do you focus on the warm incandescence…or do you slip silently into the shadows?
2 sides, one goal.
light a fire using a wooden stick with a colorful head.
to connect between 2 things.
“whose winning the match?”
State
-Zoolander
what is a match. it is a stick that when struck against a rough surface, makes a spark of fire. That used to be the main way to light a cigarette until lighters came along. Some people still use matches in the bathroom to get rid of the stinky smell of a powerful BM. After the match is lit and blown out, it pretty much gets rid of the bad smell. They even make scented matches now. That’s even better but you have to find them in a shop that cells oils or candles or incense.
I don’t wear matching socks. Everyone thinks I’m odd because I don’t, but I think of it as one way that I’ll change the world. Yes, I am changing the world one mis-matched sock at a time. Just doing my part for the destruction of our stabilized world.
i’ve got a match…testosterone is gasoline and i’ve got a match
matching chai tea and coffee ice cream with ice water and zucchini bread, piecing together neon orange and fluorescent green without any murky browns in between and then adding it to black and white with fuzzy edges, connecting an insomniac pagan to a sloth-esque atheist… is to create one of the most beautiful things ever to be.
all in secret, all in time, things will fall in to place…
please match me
match these bad times
in my head
please match my scars
please match these marks
in my head.
you and i are a good match in a pseudo way. we clash but we still manage to fit together.
i think we make a good match – more and more every day. Life is sweet.
More than a match. match game — oh the little match girl. mix match those grrranimals. Mother of all matches. Match stix. Lite er up. Flick on a stick. Whoosh.
fractal aneurysms
you might have heard
the weather is splendid
down java way
in the interest of
character analysis
we offer the remainders
in telluride
the blissful contemplations
will ever do
with prismatic
satisfaction
you will ever do
if you never do
the dewdrops
of pass me round
the scylla
the charybdis
of adolescent blue.
He lit the match and watched it burn. Feeling all his anguish slip away with the dying flame in the the breeze. He inhaled the smell of burnt sulfur and immediately felt better about his life. Things were going to be okay. There would be no bridges burned today.
The socks don’t match at all, but it’s fine with her. One has over-cheery smiley faces, one has squiggly little caterpillars. It was deliberate: to make a statement. She figures everyone needs another’s radiant happiness to complete their day.
We were the perfect match— or so the paper said. But, as I sat staring at this odd boy in front of me, I couldn’t help but wonder if computer programmers actually DID have a sense of humor. Clearly we didn’t fit.
Then why was I kissing him?
That didn’t match.
I wish I had a match for everything that I have. I sit and match my socks so that one is not as faded as the other. I wish the people I worked with matched. We are a screaming ball of mismatched personalities. I want to match my life to the kind of work I do in the summer. Where has that person gone? Why aren’t I happy at the thought of home?
Things were not created to match perfectly
I thought the two of them were the perfect match. Everything seemed fine, but it didn’t matter. The two were like oil and water after only a few short weeks. We couldn’t understand it.
I looked at the match in my hand and considered lighting it. It would take one maybe two seconds tops. Then the gasoline pooled at my feet would ignite and for a few blistering minutes, I would feel the inferno that is hell. But it was the promise of a black, empty unknown that tempted me to run the match against the brick wall.
It’ll only take one match. One second, no guessing. This life, this mistake, could be over, I would finally be free. All I had to do was strike the match, and watch my old house go up in flames. One hesitation, and they would find me. I’d have to run as soon as the house went up, every thing is lost if they catch me. If they find out I did this. With one quick breath, I struk the match, and watched my life change forever.
Match is something that could be invlved with sports vocabulary. Like, tennis match and such. Match can also relate to board games as in a match in backgammon and such. Match is also like a match that can start a fire.
They said that it was courageous of her, to strike that match. I never understood why someone would want to commit suicide, even more so want to do it wth a match and a tank of gasoline. Every time I think about it I could feel my skin crawl. Courageous? I don’t think so. Damaged, maybe, scared, maybe, but not courageous.
HAHA! i found it – two strawberries. I’m so good at the matching game. For a moment I thought I could be wrong. Was that second choice a piece of pizza instead? No, of course not – that was the one to the left.
my socks dont match usually. we lit the fire at rons and wasted most of the matches. james is my perfect match<3 jessica lost the match match rhymes with catch.