I view the world as a giant microphone, but where is the speaker? In fact, the whole solar system, and the galaxy, the universe, where does it end? Where is the power source for this infinite microphone? And how do I turn down the volume? I got to know~!
david wacaster
I hate them ever so much! They’ve done nothing but ruin my life! Oh, woe upon my life that such a device has been born into existence! Wait, oh, the word is microphone. I thought it was something else. Uh, yeah, so… microphone. It is
Yes
artists use microphones to voice (literally) music, poetry,and speeches. Also microphones can be used as dancing devices.
Allie
He looked into the microphone silently as the crowd waited. “This is all I’ll ever have for this” he thought. He blinked twice, looked towards the crowd and screamed, THIS IS SPAARRTTTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
microphones are cool, and you can talk into them. microphone microphone microphone nanophone nanophone nanophone.
Anonymous
is a tool to record or enhance voices or other sounds. petty enw thing, but today m. can be very small and i think they are pretty hightech today.
mat
there was a microphobne. it stood there mocking me. IO hated that mmicrophone. It’s gold plating, its pure evil… ness. I would destroy this microphone, I knew it. Oh the war that would rage. It would be epic. Not normally
K
he set the microphone down on the chair with shaking hands, nobody else in the room spoke, the only sound was the clinking of half empty wine glasses. they all stared with a hint of sorrow and embarrassment in their eyes.
anne
The microphone was in front of me, I knew what to do with it. I just…froze. I’d been working towards this for so long, been waiting for it for so long, and when the moment is there, when it’s there right in front of me, I forget how to speak, breathe, blink. I feel the blood rush to my head and I’m frozen, there’s nothing I can do but stand there and watch them stare.
stage left
he set the microphone down on the chair with shaking hands, nobody else in the room spoke, the only sound was the clinking of wine glasses. they stared with a hint of sorrow and embarrassment in their eyes.
jane
Microphones are the coolest thing ever. They can be cut off or cut on. The WORST THING is lavaliere microphones simply because everytime I find myself on the boards, I screw up. That is why I hate them.
Lana
his shaky hands reached for the microphone that was in Marilyn’s hands. “Excuse me” he cleared his throat, his eyes darting back and forth across the crowd. “there’s been an accident..”
jane
His legs ached. He had been waiting 3 hours with his tape running, taping any sound that would come. He was waiting for the holy grail, the chirp of the lower spotted wallabee. The Tape ran out. The bird chirped.
paul
I sing into it and it reminds me of the picture of Rosie. i would love to think of myself as someone who does kareokee but i would always be too afraid to do it. Then i think about Katy and i miss her and how this weekend would probably be the best weekend to go visit her. Singing and thn jENNA
Anonymous
microphone
Adam
Amplification of sounds so that vocally we can express ourselves to those who may not hear us in normal terms. Being heard completes the soul. Let yourself be heard. Don’t hold back.
Anonymous
well how do you do. testing this thing has never been more boring, I can tell you that much. sarah ann wants to cover it up in condoms wait that wasn’t sarah ann sorry. I’m sticking tubes up my foam head. fun, right? But only after I’m through with this project. Shoot.
October 27th, 2009.
Christine D. O.
microoganisms enter your mouth
tiny
unseeable
micro…
they Are just so tinythat they stick to the microphones and eat your brains.
Anonymous
She got up on the stage and fearlessly grabbed the microphone.
Renee
you are my voice my microphone you are my voice so take me home, you are my voice, you are my voice
Anonymous
loud talking, singing, spechifying in a nightclub or bar or kakaoke machine. boring principals giving sppeches in auditoriamums to board teens who don’t wnat to hear about the new tree in the quad.
michael
is used to record music or any other sounds.
Ben Oftnoski
He grabbed the microphone and shouted into it as loud as he could. He didn’t care that he had just stolen the mic from the lead singer. People were finally about to hear him. Especially once they saw what he had in his pocket. He reached in to reveal his suprise and alas, pulled out a candy cane
Joshua
speaking into you. my voice is amplified. everyone can hear my thoughts. so loud. it screeches. embarrassment. i’m sorry to hurt your ears. can you hear me better now? does this sound alright? can i sing for you? do you like my voice?
delorean
talk into makes things louder wireless? stand play music
ghtrh
Isn’t it weird to speak into a microphone for the first time. For me, I am in a “tunnel” not really seeing people in front of me and acutely aware of my voice bouncing off of the walls around me.
Paula
I cried into the microphone. I don’t know why. I wasn’t even sad. You were in the audience. You couldn’t even look at me. The lights were bright, but I saw you look away.
Klimt
It was beautiful and black. ANd made a delightful noise when you held oit upt to the speakers. Why? Becaus of stupid science.
Yes, that’s right,s cience hd proved that microphones will make weird noises when you hold them up to their speaker. So it must be true. And it happens, too! Well isn’t that lovely.
Science can ruin everything for you, I swear. You’ll never be happy again when you find out about science. Guess what? Trees always become that boring color of green again in the spring.
Stephanie Monique
I Love alfredo and carlton and my moim and dayt and greuly and i like stars and red things and i miss my boyfriend and im on the phone and i like comfy things and clouds and rain and night life and clubs theres so many things in this world how coool write im not supposed to think but i am im confused in liffe write now greatt im up.
viviana
The microphone smelled like a beer, and the karaoke up to the point that the microphone had been dropped, was horrible. Everything about the bar smelled like rotten tomatoes and grey spitted chaw. The chords to the lights hung from the ceiling, and the drapes covered the windows like old cuttings from a grandmothers rug.
When the voice finally came through, I could hear in it a pitiful sort of melodramatic romance, as if there was a special person the song was only meant for. There was a sort of deep, drunken husk to it too. Then, without warning, the cables came out of the microphone and we were all greeted by a relieving silence.
I walked up to her, hoping to help out a little bit. I didn’t know what I was going to say.
the microphone is on. you breath in. a single bead of sweat rolls down the side of your face in the bright heat of the stage lights. You feel as if everyone can hear you breathing into that small metal contraption. there’s a moment you take to squint your eyes to see if you can see your mom waving in the back and then you let go and sing a note and land it across the room hoping people understand it.
j
microphone is a musical instrument. singing is a musical intrustment. sing a song. a bird’s song. a song speaks a million words. microphones elevate those million words. a song worth writing about is a song worth singing about so sing yo heart out girl. microphones were so fun when you were a child.
Noelle
I’m holding onto the mic stand with both hands, my eyes wide and my face all white and my shoulders squared. I probably look like a deer in the headlights now, standing in front of a waiting audience while the rest of the choir waits to back me up. And waits. And waits.
I figure I’ll miss my cue. I almost do, but I make it quickly enough to save myself, and it’s all smooth sailing from there.
CH
“Step up to the microphone sir” said the compere….. so the man did.
fd
tragoydi ryumow mhxanima hxos ixolipths
Anonymous
shit.
Anonymous
sing into it, baby. Just croon and make the people feel what you feel. Put your soul into it, baby. You’ve lived for this moment; it may never come around again. Just go with it, baby. I’m feeling you, really, just sing into it….
theamarie
microphone is the word i see at the top of the page. It is something you talk in to record your voice i use microphiones when i play counterstrike sometimes so that people can listen to what I have to say (which is usually trashtalk and such, because no one else on counter strike has anything nice to say
I view the world as a giant microphone, but where is the speaker? In fact, the whole solar system, and the galaxy, the universe, where does it end? Where is the power source for this infinite microphone? And how do I turn down the volume? I got to know~!
I hate them ever so much! They’ve done nothing but ruin my life! Oh, woe upon my life that such a device has been born into existence! Wait, oh, the word is microphone. I thought it was something else. Uh, yeah, so… microphone. It is
artists use microphones to voice (literally) music, poetry,and speeches. Also microphones can be used as dancing devices.
He looked into the microphone silently as the crowd waited. “This is all I’ll ever have for this” he thought. He blinked twice, looked towards the crowd and screamed, THIS IS SPAARRTTTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
megaphone? megaphone! gigaphone megaphone kilophone phone microphone nanophone.
microphones are cool, and you can talk into them. microphone microphone microphone nanophone nanophone nanophone.
is a tool to record or enhance voices or other sounds. petty enw thing, but today m. can be very small and i think they are pretty hightech today.
there was a microphobne. it stood there mocking me. IO hated that mmicrophone. It’s gold plating, its pure evil… ness. I would destroy this microphone, I knew it. Oh the war that would rage. It would be epic. Not normally
he set the microphone down on the chair with shaking hands, nobody else in the room spoke, the only sound was the clinking of half empty wine glasses. they all stared with a hint of sorrow and embarrassment in their eyes.
The microphone was in front of me, I knew what to do with it. I just…froze. I’d been working towards this for so long, been waiting for it for so long, and when the moment is there, when it’s there right in front of me, I forget how to speak, breathe, blink. I feel the blood rush to my head and I’m frozen, there’s nothing I can do but stand there and watch them stare.
he set the microphone down on the chair with shaking hands, nobody else in the room spoke, the only sound was the clinking of wine glasses. they stared with a hint of sorrow and embarrassment in their eyes.
Microphones are the coolest thing ever. They can be cut off or cut on. The WORST THING is lavaliere microphones simply because everytime I find myself on the boards, I screw up. That is why I hate them.
his shaky hands reached for the microphone that was in Marilyn’s hands. “Excuse me” he cleared his throat, his eyes darting back and forth across the crowd. “there’s been an accident..”
His legs ached. He had been waiting 3 hours with his tape running, taping any sound that would come. He was waiting for the holy grail, the chirp of the lower spotted wallabee. The Tape ran out. The bird chirped.
I sing into it and it reminds me of the picture of Rosie. i would love to think of myself as someone who does kareokee but i would always be too afraid to do it. Then i think about Katy and i miss her and how this weekend would probably be the best weekend to go visit her. Singing and thn jENNA
microphone
Amplification of sounds so that vocally we can express ourselves to those who may not hear us in normal terms. Being heard completes the soul. Let yourself be heard. Don’t hold back.
well how do you do. testing this thing has never been more boring, I can tell you that much. sarah ann wants to cover it up in condoms wait that wasn’t sarah ann sorry. I’m sticking tubes up my foam head. fun, right? But only after I’m through with this project. Shoot.
October 27th, 2009.
microoganisms enter your mouth
tiny
unseeable
micro…
they Are just so tinythat they stick to the microphones and eat your brains.
She got up on the stage and fearlessly grabbed the microphone.
you are my voice my microphone you are my voice so take me home, you are my voice, you are my voice
loud talking, singing, spechifying in a nightclub or bar or kakaoke machine. boring principals giving sppeches in auditoriamums to board teens who don’t wnat to hear about the new tree in the quad.
is used to record music or any other sounds.
He grabbed the microphone and shouted into it as loud as he could. He didn’t care that he had just stolen the mic from the lead singer. People were finally about to hear him. Especially once they saw what he had in his pocket. He reached in to reveal his suprise and alas, pulled out a candy cane
speaking into you. my voice is amplified. everyone can hear my thoughts. so loud. it screeches. embarrassment. i’m sorry to hurt your ears. can you hear me better now? does this sound alright? can i sing for you? do you like my voice?
talk into makes things louder wireless? stand play music
Isn’t it weird to speak into a microphone for the first time. For me, I am in a “tunnel” not really seeing people in front of me and acutely aware of my voice bouncing off of the walls around me.
I cried into the microphone. I don’t know why. I wasn’t even sad. You were in the audience. You couldn’t even look at me. The lights were bright, but I saw you look away.
It was beautiful and black. ANd made a delightful noise when you held oit upt to the speakers. Why? Becaus of stupid science.
Yes, that’s right,s cience hd proved that microphones will make weird noises when you hold them up to their speaker. So it must be true. And it happens, too! Well isn’t that lovely.
Science can ruin everything for you, I swear. You’ll never be happy again when you find out about science. Guess what? Trees always become that boring color of green again in the spring.
I Love alfredo and carlton and my moim and dayt and greuly and i like stars and red things and i miss my boyfriend and im on the phone and i like comfy things and clouds and rain and night life and clubs theres so many things in this world how coool write im not supposed to think but i am im confused in liffe write now greatt im up.
The microphone smelled like a beer, and the karaoke up to the point that the microphone had been dropped, was horrible. Everything about the bar smelled like rotten tomatoes and grey spitted chaw. The chords to the lights hung from the ceiling, and the drapes covered the windows like old cuttings from a grandmothers rug.
When the voice finally came through, I could hear in it a pitiful sort of melodramatic romance, as if there was a special person the song was only meant for. There was a sort of deep, drunken husk to it too. Then, without warning, the cables came out of the microphone and we were all greeted by a relieving silence.
I walked up to her, hoping to help out a little bit. I didn’t know what I was going to say.
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the microphone is on. you breath in. a single bead of sweat rolls down the side of your face in the bright heat of the stage lights. You feel as if everyone can hear you breathing into that small metal contraption. there’s a moment you take to squint your eyes to see if you can see your mom waving in the back and then you let go and sing a note and land it across the room hoping people understand it.
microphone is a musical instrument. singing is a musical intrustment. sing a song. a bird’s song. a song speaks a million words. microphones elevate those million words. a song worth writing about is a song worth singing about so sing yo heart out girl. microphones were so fun when you were a child.
I’m holding onto the mic stand with both hands, my eyes wide and my face all white and my shoulders squared. I probably look like a deer in the headlights now, standing in front of a waiting audience while the rest of the choir waits to back me up. And waits. And waits.
I figure I’ll miss my cue. I almost do, but I make it quickly enough to save myself, and it’s all smooth sailing from there.
“Step up to the microphone sir” said the compere….. so the man did.
tragoydi ryumow mhxanima hxos ixolipths
shit.
sing into it, baby. Just croon and make the people feel what you feel. Put your soul into it, baby. You’ve lived for this moment; it may never come around again. Just go with it, baby. I’m feeling you, really, just sing into it….
microphone is the word i see at the top of the page. It is something you talk in to record your voice i use microphiones when i play counterstrike sometimes so that people can listen to what I have to say (which is usually trashtalk and such, because no one else on counter strike has anything nice to say