odd meter even meter even i want to know such things. odd meter just doesnt sit right. Even meter always does but damn i’ve heard it so many times. Is rhythm inherent? People told stories through music before there was language. Perhaps some things we will never change
The needle on the gasoline meter faltered, dipping a bit lower. I groaned inwardly, pressing a little more forcefully on the gas pedal, urging my beat up ’74 Chevy to keep me going. The road was slick, shiny with ice and black as the night. My headlights, dull and yellowed, illuminated two bare circles in front of the path of my vehicle. I felt unsteady on this icy road, and as I turned, the back of my old pickup started to fishtail. I kept calm for a while, until another sharp turn made my car swerve violently on the slippery surface. I did what no driver should do – I panicked, slammed on the brakes, and my world was lost in flashes of white snow and iced-over black tar as the truck spun in screeching circles. A sickening, metallic crunch met my ears, and I felt weightless as my truck, with me trapped inside, tumbled down the side of a snow-covered slope.
its the way we pace ourselves when we sing and we dance and we walk
and we measure the steps weve taken
it tells us our pace is easy
simple
and it counts the money it collects on the street when the cars park near it
metered pace, steps, money
all measurements, all even
Parking meters are so annoying! With their annoying heads and long thin sticks holding them up, they stand there, menacing, just waiting to go off so that you can get a ticket. It doesn’t matter how many quarters you pop in to those stupid little machines. One, two, three, maybe even four. How much time does that buy you, two hours? You’ll forget; you always forget. And you’ll come down to your car two hours and four minutes later with a god damn ticket on your car and you’re so mad.
meter is the standard notation of distance in most other countries in the world, aside from the united states…. why is that? why cant the rest of the wworld do what we do? we rock, so they should emulate us in every way. wtf?! i think we rock, if you dont, go back to russia!
THE METER TICKED, TICKED, TICKED AND STOPPED. IT WAS HUNGRY. NEEDED A BUNCH OF QUARTERS–NUTRITIOUS ONES AT THAT–TO START ITS LIFE ALL OVER AGAIN.PROBLEM WAS, IT WAS WINTER–VERY COLD–AND THE FREEZING WIND CLOGGED UP THE THROAT. SO IT DIED.
The meter is running and I’ve run out of time weeksmonthsminutessecondshours ago. Baby, I love you, baby, I know you want me to stay, but this taxi man says he won’t wait for the second of never and my plane won’t wait for anything. I have to go, I’ll be back, don’t worry, don’t cry, please darlin zombie of my life, know I wanna come home to you.
a meterstick. demeter. that’s who it is standing over the hilltop looking at me, swinging the meterstick like a blade. she comes down hard on me and my crew and beats us silly. we’re sorry, we say. we won’t ever cross you again. your things are yours, and our hands will stay off. honest.
Yard stick, cant measure the amount of hate a person can have, but it couild measure an amount of love, typically because its so small, and in this world we supposidly livein today, theres not much room for love when were to busy talking behind backs, and figuring out new ways to decieve people, Its amazing isnt it?
meters or miles. it’s all the same. striving for a destination you know you’ll never reach.
before, i would have done anything for. walked any distance just to see you smile. but that all changed when you chose her. decided i wasn’t worth it and shut me out.
so i’m done. striving for goals i’ll never reach, wishing you’d take me back.
i’m just done walking. my feet are starting to blister and i’m quiting
i had a bike its length was about one meter
the approx name would be called a 2 seater
those hipsters used to say it was a beater
i used to race the neighbor and defeat her
The parking meter ate my money again! The 25 cents should have been worth 10 minutes, but instead it still blinks 0, instead will be a ten dollar parking ticket with my name on it.
the meter must have been malfunctioning. there was no way that they were using that much gas in a month. something had to be wrong with it. nick decided he better call the gas company – but it would have to wait till monday, as it was saturday afternoon and he didn’t think he’d be able to get hold of anybody. he’d never heard of a gas meter acting like this before – the dial was spinning madly.
There is one thing that we can all judge ourselves by, and that is our height. Unfortunately, I’m a silly American, so I don’t know my measurements in anything but feet… I wonder how I stack up against the rest of the world? I’m pretty tall, but I wonder if I might be taller somewhere else?
The meter long ruler wavered helplessly at one end as a hand tried, and failed to steady it against a make-shift ramp made from thick science text books and a wooden plank. Shifting it, it fell with a startling loud clatter in the silent room, almost empty except for the irritated girl whose efforts the ruler was flouting. Ah well, she sighed, no science coursework done today.
The meter long ruler wavered helplessly at one end as a hand tried, and failed to steady it against a make-shift ramp made from thick science text books and a wooden plank. Shifting it, it fell
meter sounds like mater like shrader, that SOB, BUT THERE;S MIRHRAH shrader, not so bad, she has a side kick, it cool like ice ice ice baby, 13 going 30
see how meter became 13 going on 30? crazy!
meters.. like parking meters? they just installed those in the campus parking lot, bitches. i guess its a good way to make a significant amount of money, under the illusion that we’re contributing an insignificant amount of money… which is really mean. in nature. i think that makes sense.
Meter. The longer you look at the word, the weirder it looks. My mind is drawing a blank on what to write. I am so tired. Meter. It makes me think of music.
um, the opposite of a yard? a worthless unit of measurement, since us stupid americans refuse to convert to the metric system. i picture for some reason my eletric meter at the side of my old house, from my youth. it makes me miss my sisters. i never get to see them anymore…
the parking meter had run out again. she picked up her ticket and sighed. when was this stroke of bad luck going to end? she had imagined that him leaving was the final straw, but then her aunt had died, and left her without any older figures in her life. expired flashed at her face. maybe her good times had expired.
a unit of measurement, 100 meter race dash, fast runners. what doo you do without it?
odd meter even meter even i want to know such things. odd meter just doesnt sit right. Even meter always does but damn i’ve heard it so many times. Is rhythm inherent? People told stories through music before there was language. Perhaps some things we will never change
The needle on the gasoline meter faltered, dipping a bit lower. I groaned inwardly, pressing a little more forcefully on the gas pedal, urging my beat up ’74 Chevy to keep me going. The road was slick, shiny with ice and black as the night. My headlights, dull and yellowed, illuminated two bare circles in front of the path of my vehicle. I felt unsteady on this icy road, and as I turned, the back of my old pickup started to fishtail. I kept calm for a while, until another sharp turn made my car swerve violently on the slippery surface. I did what no driver should do – I panicked, slammed on the brakes, and my world was lost in flashes of white snow and iced-over black tar as the truck spun in screeching circles. A sickening, metallic crunch met my ears, and I felt weightless as my truck, with me trapped inside, tumbled down the side of a snow-covered slope.
its the way we pace ourselves when we sing and we dance and we walk
and we measure the steps weve taken
it tells us our pace is easy
simple
and it counts the money it collects on the street when the cars park near it
metered pace, steps, money
all measurements, all even
the meter’s running on this thing and i don’t know what to write…
Parking meters are so annoying! With their annoying heads and long thin sticks holding them up, they stand there, menacing, just waiting to go off so that you can get a ticket. It doesn’t matter how many quarters you pop in to those stupid little machines. One, two, three, maybe even four. How much time does that buy you, two hours? You’ll forget; you always forget. And you’ll come down to your car two hours and four minutes later with a god damn ticket on your car and you’re so mad.
meter is the standard notation of distance in most other countries in the world, aside from the united states…. why is that? why cant the rest of the wworld do what we do? we rock, so they should emulate us in every way. wtf?! i think we rock, if you dont, go back to russia!
I love the scene in cool hand luck where Paul Newman cuts the tops of all the parking meters. Classic Anarchy!
Why is the US the only fucking country that doesn’t use the metric system? If only I could measure using meters.
I was a meter away, a meter away from reaching to the other side.
I saw my life go passed by me, the passed. But I couldnt cry.
I had to face it, in a few seconds my body would weaken and I had to let go.
I had to say goodbye – to life.
My hand started slipping.. I felt like I was flying.
THE METER TICKED, TICKED, TICKED AND STOPPED. IT WAS HUNGRY. NEEDED A BUNCH OF QUARTERS–NUTRITIOUS ONES AT THAT–TO START ITS LIFE ALL OVER AGAIN.PROBLEM WAS, IT WAS WINTER–VERY COLD–AND THE FREEZING WIND CLOGGED UP THE THROAT. SO IT DIED.
not an inch. not a foot. not a mile. or…something that measures something. like a thermo”meter.” metric is silly anyway.
The meter is running and I’ve run out of time weeksmonthsminutessecondshours ago. Baby, I love you, baby, I know you want me to stay, but this taxi man says he won’t wait for the second of never and my plane won’t wait for anything. I have to go, I’ll be back, don’t worry, don’t cry, please darlin zombie of my life, know I wanna come home to you.
a meterstick. demeter. that’s who it is standing over the hilltop looking at me, swinging the meterstick like a blade. she comes down hard on me and my crew and beats us silly. we’re sorry, we say. we won’t ever cross you again. your things are yours, and our hands will stay off. honest.
we didn’t, and never, mean it.
we’re the men of 9, and not the millimeter
if the bitch ain’t a ten, then I don’t wanna meet her
Yard stick, cant measure the amount of hate a person can have, but it couild measure an amount of love, typically because its so small, and in this world we supposidly livein today, theres not much room for love when were to busy talking behind backs, and figuring out new ways to decieve people, Its amazing isnt it?
meters or miles. it’s all the same. striving for a destination you know you’ll never reach.
before, i would have done anything for. walked any distance just to see you smile. but that all changed when you chose her. decided i wasn’t worth it and shut me out.
so i’m done. striving for goals i’ll never reach, wishing you’d take me back.
i’m just done walking. my feet are starting to blister and i’m quiting
i had a bike its length was about one meter
the approx name would be called a 2 seater
those hipsters used to say it was a beater
i used to race the neighbor and defeat her
Reader, pumpkin eater
a meter is a unit of distance, i think.
well my friend told me that, he lives next door. It’s only a few meters away but i’ve never believed him.
Guess i’ll just look up meter in the dictionary.
I think it’s a few meters through the letter m’s
The parking meter ate my money again! The 25 cents should have been worth 10 minutes, but instead it still blinks 0, instead will be a ten dollar parking ticket with my name on it.
the meter must have been malfunctioning. there was no way that they were using that much gas in a month. something had to be wrong with it. nick decided he better call the gas company – but it would have to wait till monday, as it was saturday afternoon and he didn’t think he’d be able to get hold of anybody. he’d never heard of a gas meter acting like this before – the dial was spinning madly.
one meter away
too many tears to fade
the day i left will always be gone
my are my best friend thee only one
There is one thing that we can all judge ourselves by, and that is our height. Unfortunately, I’m a silly American, so I don’t know my measurements in anything but feet… I wonder how I stack up against the rest of the world? I’m pretty tall, but I wonder if I might be taller somewhere else?
The meter long ruler wavered helplessly at one end as a hand tried, and failed to steady it against a make-shift ramp made from thick science text books and a wooden plank. Shifting it, it fell with a startling loud clatter in the silent room, almost empty except for the irritated girl whose efforts the ruler was flouting. Ah well, she sighed, no science coursework done today.
The meter long ruler wavered helplessly at one end as a hand tried, and failed to steady it against a make-shift ramp made from thick science text books and a wooden plank. Shifting it, it fell
meter sounds like mater like shrader, that SOB, BUT THERE;S MIRHRAH shrader, not so bad, she has a side kick, it cool like ice ice ice baby, 13 going 30
see how meter became 13 going on 30? crazy!
meters.. like parking meters? they just installed those in the campus parking lot, bitches. i guess its a good way to make a significant amount of money, under the illusion that we’re contributing an insignificant amount of money… which is really mean. in nature. i think that makes sense.
Meter. The longer you look at the word, the weirder it looks. My mind is drawing a blank on what to write. I am so tired. Meter. It makes me think of music.
i followed you for 200 meters, but i began feeling tired. you know i’m not that strong, physically. i like you, anyway.
measurements’ one of the rare easy topics in maths…haha
the meter is broken. the meter is broken how the hell am I supposed to pay if the meter is broken!?
um, the opposite of a yard? a worthless unit of measurement, since us stupid americans refuse to convert to the metric system. i picture for some reason my eletric meter at the side of my old house, from my youth. it makes me miss my sisters. i never get to see them anymore…
He got distracted by lovely Rita, a meter maid, he didn’t notice that the light had change. If it wasn’t for lovely Rita the Meter maid.
thump thump bump rump. slow it down, please. keep that hip hop heart beat in rhythm with the tick tock (you don’t stop). but! the meter made me do it!
ok. that’s a lie. it wasn’t the meter. it was the way he looked at me.
my brain may have told romeo to fuck off, but my peach fish has a slight difference in opinion…
the parking meter had run out again. she picked up her ticket and sighed. when was this stroke of bad luck going to end? she had imagined that him leaving was the final straw, but then her aunt had died, and left her without any older figures in her life. expired flashed at her face. maybe her good times had expired.
it was twenty metres long
Dang the parking meter expired! i hate tickets! this is a waste of time! I’ll burn it, then drive off, like the last 927 tickets.
measuring purple mile world centimeter I’m on a boat i’m on a boat take a good hard look at the mother #@$%ing boat
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