She formed her body into strange, yet intriguing oblique lines. Her silhouette was beautiful against the fire of sunset. Hair dangled down her arced back, her hands reached back as if to find something she was missing. Yes, she was beautiful.
the world we see is most times in oblique view.not so much as perspective. what we like we see upfront and what we dont,we see at an angle, oblique , that is.
for everything thre’s an oblique.theres no end to the choices we have.we can choose between sandals/shoes/flipflops/….theres too much choice today. too much choice means too much production of things a very small percentage of the world uses while the rest starves
for everything thre’s an oblique.theres no end to the choices we have.we can choose between sandals/shoes/flipflops/….theres too much choice today. too much choice means too much production of things a very small percentage of the world uses while the rest starves
het kruipt telkens vanuit een nette opvoeding omhoog, de verplichting om netjes te zijn. Oblique in het engels, ‘much to obliged’ alsof je de ander dingen verplicht bent Maar is dat wel zo? Ben je niet een vrij mens en bepaal je niet zelf wat je wel doet en wat je niet doet .
The shapes move and dance at the sound of feet pounding the ground, spoons clanging against a plate… colours pop in front of my eyes… the taste words on a page, each letter highlighted in it’s own colour followed by the shapes and sounds, textures and aura of music…
Everything that’s oblique is pretty weird. Hell, i don’t even know what the word means. But like, it sounds like a mix of Obelix and Magnifique so i’ll stick to that. Omg who knows this might have been Obelix’s daughter or something HAHA fuck my imagination is screwed up lol.
The picture in the window was obscured because of the oblique position that it was placed in. It was however judged second place, beating the others in the competition.
The clock on the wall showed it was about time for dinner. The big line was oblique pointing towards the place where the number two should of been if only time or who-knows what hadn’t erased it.
A slant of light through a crevice in the wall drew her attention away from the coffee bar. It hit the side of an onyx table, reflecting back at her like a mirror.
A shape of color and mystery, like falling into something unknown. The abyss. A word that is beautiful. but mysterious. Maybe French. A name or something obscure.
The glass was set at the wrong time, covering a hopelessly awkward, oblique portion of the paper it was meant to surround.
“This will never work! Why is it always wrong?! Why can’t I trust you to finish anything?” Her accusation was shrill, sharp and dull in his stinging, chastised ears.
Never have you talked to me like I wasn’t just a freak.
I know I sound angry but you don’t treat me as a friend.
It doesn’t matter though because you don’t follow through,
nothing you ever had has been anything but oblique.
In middle of the ocean, I found a crustacean crab chilling on me. I freaked out internally and brushed it away. It started moving obliquely and floating randomly away from me.
This is a reference that someone makes when they want to tel, you something without actually telling you it. Something along the lines of, “can anyone smell fish”. It is also what my boss does when he wants to give me into trouble. No such thing allowed as making mistakes in my organisation. No. You have to take the back slash
I think I know what it means, but I’m not positive and I feel oddly terrified at the the thought of being wrong about something so simple. I should know it, but don’t, at least not for sure. that’s not right.
in a heap of dung and dirt
in this sandy, rocky earth
before the temple, past the wall
rests a pillar old and tall
time has leaned on its shoulder
moved the stone as it got older
now its staring down on you
I really don’t know what oblique means. I should probably look it up in a dictionary right after I’m done writing about this. Oblique… I think it might mean not direct? Or not perpendicular. Like a stick can come out of the paper obliquely. Gradually. At a slight angle. That’s not at all what it means but I really don’t know.
oblique has something to do with shape. i dont think it has a very positice connotation. it’s probably because i am all for symmetry and order. thanks.
The horse’s head cast an oblique shadow on the door, slithering down to the cobbles below.
Julie took one look at him and squealed. “Oh, Thank you Daddy!”
George squirmed. He wanted to make her happy, but if the horse didn’t win the third race, it would have to go back to Squarehead Joe. It was either that or the Ferrari, and after all, Julie was only his stepdaughter.
oblique slant backward pants. wet denim under the bed, moldy old and out of time, oblique drifts of blond hair swifting, catch the neverland brainstorm rift. again with the dog party, the cats running like jetplanes showing off.
i turned towards him. the oblique slope behind us seemed tempting. i was ready to drop and roll. i wanted to be gone. i couldn’t do this. all i wanted was to fall to my back and roll down and down and down. i didn’t care that the bottom led to an unknown. i just wanted to roll down that oblique, far and far away.
Over the hills and through the dales…
Someone used to sing
And so I heard it sung as a nightly lullaby
Made oblique by wandering twists in rhyme
Unknown to me the original yet –
Left to flow like an errant dream
Enters the mind a melody like key
I just had this word. Why won’t it change? Ughh! This is so annoying. Now what do I do? I don’t know what this word means, I looked it up, but I need to see it used in context, multiple ways.
I like potatoes. I wish they were my mother. They are so yummy, I just want to eat all of them in the world. I want to poop whole potatoes, but it would hurt. Unicorns are magical. Paperclips eat caterpillars. My mom has blue-gray eyes. Andy has hazel eyes.
The gentleman seated across the table had a confident air about him that bordered on arrogance and commanded absolute respect and reverence; but surely, the aristocrat had to have known his future in the parliament was oblique, for when he spoke he revealed himself to be irrevocably ultracrepiderian, and whole-heartedly an imbecile.
Oblique could be my middle name. Actually I’d prefer it to the one I have now. But have to watch my lines. So if engaged in conversation, I try not to give to much away. It’s not that I’m in the business of secrets as much as information exchange.
it would seem as though all of us could fit in that line. separating two sides from all other ends. if we all fit there, that is our space, what is everything else? How long does it go on? That space outside of our line
When I entered the oblique tunnel, I felt the lost feeling of the million tiny lives squirm through my flesh and shoot into my spine. But my mind was never taken by it.
directions. thoughts. separation. Where does it go? You would think the mist would have lifted from the mystery that surrounds us. cutting across this. Cutting in to this. Where does it end? shapes
I don’t know what the hell an “oblique” is. Sounds like a muscle, but I’m not strong; I wouldn’t know. My mind is not strong either, but I might be right. If I’m wrong, oh well. At least I don’t know, what the hell, an oblique is.
the oblique lines traced across the screen. she had 60 seconds to come up with some bullshit. she missed spelling bees. a lot. i figured out how to cheat; at this game haha!! that’s pretty funny.
She formed her body into strange, yet intriguing oblique lines. Her silhouette was beautiful against the fire of sunset. Hair dangled down her arced back, her hands reached back as if to find something she was missing. Yes, she was beautiful.
the world we see is most times in oblique view.not so much as perspective. what we like we see upfront and what we dont,we see at an angle, oblique , that is.
for everything thre’s an oblique.theres no end to the choices we have.we can choose between sandals/shoes/flipflops/….theres too much choice today. too much choice means too much production of things a very small percentage of the world uses while the rest starves
for everything thre’s an oblique.theres no end to the choices we have.we can choose between sandals/shoes/flipflops/….theres too much choice today. too much choice means too much production of things a very small percentage of the world uses while the rest starves
het kruipt telkens vanuit een nette opvoeding omhoog, de verplichting om netjes te zijn. Oblique in het engels, ‘much to obliged’ alsof je de ander dingen verplicht bent Maar is dat wel zo? Ben je niet een vrij mens en bepaal je niet zelf wat je wel doet en wat je niet doet .
The shapes move and dance at the sound of feet pounding the ground, spoons clanging against a plate… colours pop in front of my eyes… the taste words on a page, each letter highlighted in it’s own colour followed by the shapes and sounds, textures and aura of music…
Everything that’s oblique is pretty weird. Hell, i don’t even know what the word means. But like, it sounds like a mix of Obelix and Magnifique so i’ll stick to that. Omg who knows this might have been Obelix’s daughter or something HAHA fuck my imagination is screwed up lol.
The picture in the window was obscured because of the oblique position that it was placed in. It was however judged second place, beating the others in the competition.
solomon wrote a verse
about your neck
once
the scholars took it out
too filthy even
for a book
about how all the best
of us are driven mad
by the littlest
things.
The clock on the wall showed it was about time for dinner. The big line was oblique pointing towards the place where the number two should of been if only time or who-knows what hadn’t erased it.
You know, you think things are really straight. Simple. Easy.
You think Life is straight, simple and easy.
Its not. Its Oblique and Crooked and Curvy.
There wasn’t anything left. Unfinished stitches and loose threads–that was all. Maybe that’s something.
A slant of light through a crevice in the wall drew her attention away from the coffee bar. It hit the side of an onyx table, reflecting back at her like a mirror.
A shape of color and mystery, like falling into something unknown. The abyss. A word that is beautiful. but mysterious. Maybe French. A name or something obscure.
The glass was set at the wrong time, covering a hopelessly awkward, oblique portion of the paper it was meant to surround.
“This will never work! Why is it always wrong?! Why can’t I trust you to finish anything?” Her accusation was shrill, sharp and dull in his stinging, chastised ears.
Never have you talked to me like I wasn’t just a freak.
I know I sound angry but you don’t treat me as a friend.
It doesn’t matter though because you don’t follow through,
nothing you ever had has been anything but oblique.
turning angles, I could see transitive spaces, lines in infinite parallax, turning and burning dimensions.
In middle of the ocean, I found a crustacean crab chilling on me. I freaked out internally and brushed it away. It started moving obliquely and floating randomly away from me.
Her eyes were oblique ovals in the firelight, dancing with dark depths. I had never seen anything quite like them before.
This is a reference that someone makes when they want to tel, you something without actually telling you it. Something along the lines of, “can anyone smell fish”. It is also what my boss does when he wants to give me into trouble. No such thing allowed as making mistakes in my organisation. No. You have to take the back slash
I think I know what it means, but I’m not positive and I feel oddly terrified at the the thought of being wrong about something so simple. I should know it, but don’t, at least not for sure. that’s not right.
I’m unique
He said so bleek
I can’t compete
But he completes
I can’t descreat
Or imagine
Without him
Beside me
I
in a heap of dung and dirt
in this sandy, rocky earth
before the temple, past the wall
rests a pillar old and tall
time has leaned on its shoulder
moved the stone as it got older
now its staring down on you
I really don’t know what oblique means. I should probably look it up in a dictionary right after I’m done writing about this. Oblique… I think it might mean not direct? Or not perpendicular. Like a stick can come out of the paper obliquely. Gradually. At a slight angle. That’s not at all what it means but I really don’t know.
oblique has something to do with shape. i dont think it has a very positice connotation. it’s probably because i am all for symmetry and order. thanks.
The horse’s head cast an oblique shadow on the door, slithering down to the cobbles below.
Julie took one look at him and squealed. “Oh, Thank you Daddy!”
George squirmed. He wanted to make her happy, but if the horse didn’t win the third race, it would have to go back to Squarehead Joe. It was either that or the Ferrari, and after all, Julie was only his stepdaughter.
oblique slant backward pants. wet denim under the bed, moldy old and out of time, oblique drifts of blond hair swifting, catch the neverland brainstorm rift. again with the dog party, the cats running like jetplanes showing off.
i turned towards him. the oblique slope behind us seemed tempting. i was ready to drop and roll. i wanted to be gone. i couldn’t do this. all i wanted was to fall to my back and roll down and down and down. i didn’t care that the bottom led to an unknown. i just wanted to roll down that oblique, far and far away.
Over the hills and through the dales…
Someone used to sing
And so I heard it sung as a nightly lullaby
Made oblique by wandering twists in rhyme
Unknown to me the original yet –
Left to flow like an errant dream
Enters the mind a melody like key
I just had this word. Why won’t it change? Ughh! This is so annoying. Now what do I do? I don’t know what this word means, I looked it up, but I need to see it used in context, multiple ways.
I like potatoes. I wish they were my mother. They are so yummy, I just want to eat all of them in the world. I want to poop whole potatoes, but it would hurt. Unicorns are magical. Paperclips eat caterpillars. My mom has blue-gray eyes. Andy has hazel eyes.
The gentleman seated across the table had a confident air about him that bordered on arrogance and commanded absolute respect and reverence; but surely, the aristocrat had to have known his future in the parliament was oblique, for when he spoke he revealed himself to be irrevocably ultracrepiderian, and whole-heartedly an imbecile.
Oblique is to slant as overcast is to shadow.
Maybe. Close enough.
Approximations and connotations.
Someday I won’t have to hide so much.
Oblique could be my middle name. Actually I’d prefer it to the one I have now. But have to watch my lines. So if engaged in conversation, I try not to give to much away. It’s not that I’m in the business of secrets as much as information exchange.
it would seem as though all of us could fit in that line. separating two sides from all other ends. if we all fit there, that is our space, what is everything else? How long does it go on? That space outside of our line
When I entered the oblique tunnel, I felt the lost feeling of the million tiny lives squirm through my flesh and shoot into my spine. But my mind was never taken by it.
directions. thoughts. separation. Where does it go? You would think the mist would have lifted from the mystery that surrounds us. cutting across this. Cutting in to this. Where does it end? shapes
I don’t know what the hell an “oblique” is. Sounds like a muscle, but I’m not strong; I wouldn’t know. My mind is not strong either, but I might be right. If I’m wrong, oh well. At least I don’t know, what the hell, an oblique is.
“Don’t hug me, I tore my oblique!” my teacher exclaims as his student excitedly try to hug him after having a big project due, and turned in.
the oblique lines traced across the screen. she had 60 seconds to come up with some bullshit. she missed spelling bees. a lot. i figured out how to cheat; at this game haha!! that’s pretty funny.