Many things were obsolete: the cassette tape, the gramophone, the need for a law about horses and cars; but it was her greatest fear that she would join them. She, too, would become obsolete in time and be replaced by something better, more useful. She didn’t want to become a cassette tape. She was a human being, and she wanted to be reassured that she had more worth than that.
Obsolete is how i feel at the moment. Like anything i say or do won’t matter in a couple of days anyways. I could work hard and be the best me possible but in the end it’ll all dissappear. Hopeless is the best description to this feeling. I can’t even be bothered to have hope, it’ll all go away some day anyways, so why waste the time now?
Hahahahah. That’s funny. Obsolete. Like that would ever happen. Everything’s so shiny and new, so up to date! The only thing that is obsolete is obsolescence. Heheheh, obsolete. Hmmm… wait I…!!
big big shapes far away that i cant identify because i just dont thinkn anymore, ever since it happened i’ve just been gone emotionally who am i? someone tell me. im obsolete obsolete
for me, shoes are obsolete. flip flops, sandals, walking in the grass barefoot. even in winter, with my toes bright red and my feet numb from the chill, i avoid wearing anything to cover them. i don’t think i’m a masochist, but i believe that i never need to wear shoes. and i intend to follow that.
Obsolete. Unreachable. Unattainable. Unfathomable. So far away that it was practically nonexistent. The tiny speck in the distance which had faded to nothing, along with whatever meager supply of hope had remained. This is how he pictured his ultimate goal, his life’s only purpose, as her pen scribbled her signature onto the paper in indelible ink, forming the unbreakable chains that would bind him to his past forever. It was gone. It was all gone.
There was a man in a desert. It was all so obsolete. No one was around and there was just the sound of the tumble weeds crawling around. The snakes rattle were coming close and the man was jsut there standing. He was not sacred of the presence of anything. He was jsut there. satdning.
I stand there, watching, and sighing. I can’t believe they would do this to me. They just left me like I was last months shirt. They were so willing to ditch me, to change, to be popular. Did they forget who they were? What was wrong with who they were- who who I am? I like being me. It’s fun. They all changed so fast. Why? Were they not happy? Did they want to move on to the new model? Just because I am stuck in our ‘old ways’ doesn’t mean I’m obsolete! Or… does it?
Something that no longer matters. That no one cares about. It’s almost as if it has vanished in thin air. It’s basically nonexistent. How depressing it must be to become obsolete? Like you have just fallen off the face of the earth.
oh man!!! time might become obsolete if I don’t use it wisely! I hope that I don’t become obsolete! Scott Walker and his cronies should become obsolete! Not necessary!
why am i obsolete? am i obsolete? nah, maybe not. to others? sure. But does their opinion matter? in the long run, no. but we are in the now. and right now…i guess i still don’t care if others think i’m obsolete. the point is that i don’t. and that’s good.
The use of ummmmm Calvary is obsolete because now we have guns. ANd ummm ya because we are in the modern era, we now can use the internet to access many things. Examples include peanuts, music, art, and books.
She was nullified by the glow shining from The Girls, those who owned the school. It wasn’t a teen movie kind of leading- no gossip girls or mean girls or whatnot. They just were great- charismatic, funny, beautiful, clever, athletic. Officers of every team, star pupils, captains on the teams. And they glowed. Not the spray-tan glow- again, this is no teen movie drama. They had an aura about them that shone on others and made them feel good, like a cat in a sunbeam. But her- they didn’t make her feel good. She had her own light; it just wasn’t bright enough to compete with Them, and so therefore, became maddeningly, depressingly, painfully obsolete.
I stand there in the shadows, watching everybody around me. I stand there, out of time, out of shape and out of friends. I knew that I was obsolete. They had moved onm had changed. I stayed the same. i didn’t want to change. I didn’t want to be different. I wanted to life in the life that I had forever. Why did they have to change? When did being who we were become out of style? I liked being who were were. What’s wrong with that?
Scrawled in black letters across an opache screen. Her time is up. She has grown too old for this world. It is a horrible thing when a person becomes obsolete. Did this happen… when the world was young? so young… nothing could be old?
In technology, they talk about “planned obsolescence.” Sometimes, even people become obsolete; their careers, mostly, in that context. But when one has done a job for a long time that is suddenly no more, it’s hard not to feel that they themselves have become useless, superfluous.
Old and not needed anymore it is just another thing passed and bypassed by newer things that may or may not be better but people think it is obsolete even though it can still be of use to someone.
The world went dark as my eyes shut and I thought about the concept of built in obsoleteness. The idea that everything is now being made so that it can be replaced. Does that include us as human beings? Everyone wants to know the secret to living longer but the longer we live the more out of touch we are likely to become with newer technologies and concepts.
into oblivion ideas run wild. Many determined to make it into existence, but the sea runs endless. Forever more the ideas once thought to be masterpieces, now thrown down into the abyss that labels them obsolete. reminds me of oboe.
Slut! You, sir, are a Slut. Get yoself a job. You and your big ol’ droopy pockets. You should be ashamed of yourself. Get out! Get out of this province! And all the other ones, for that matter. Babe.
Obsolete is what our world is. I stare around at the destruction. The nuclear bomb destroyed everything. It’s all gone. I think of another thing that’s obsolete. Love. That’s what lead us down this path. We should have loved out fellow man. Maybe if we’d done that, the world wouldn’t be a wasteland now.
obsolete is a word beginning with O and ending in e. The letters b, s, o, l, e and t are in between. O is the letter that comes before p and after n. it is circular, and hollow.
What does it matter what we do in the world, what difference we make? The world as we know it will be gone someday and all we will be is a pile of dirt somewhere in the ground.
we live this is obsolete world. we never believe in anything. we doubt everything. we dont even know what were unsure of, were just unsure of anything. the same way we dont know how to feel about clear rolling papers we feel about our minds.
It’s the old fashioned, back road that follows through when it says its going to do something. By gosh and golly, you say you’ll be here at ten and you actually show up? That’s so old, so far gone, far away–you do what you say, and I laugh in your face, because we all know that waiting was not intended to be a promise made to keep. It’s one of those things you just say you’ll do, like saying you’ll help with my math papers, and then you don’t. Because I don’t’ really need help, and you don’t’ really know what it feels like to love.
Chink, chank, tick tick tack tick tick tick clunk tick tack tack ding!
Return carriage.
Well, that’s the way typing used to sound. All mechanical and very deliberate with lots of thought into what is written. Now it’s obsolete. And we have a delete button.
Crumpled and broken, creaking and stained, the doll sat slumped in the corner, one glass eye longingly watching the world go by while the other saw a black reality split in two as it lay cracked and obsolete, tucked away in her little apron, long since having abandoned a now eerily gaping socket. Trash day is tomorrow.
no longer existent. gone. extinct. empty. we’re talking about something that used to be good but isn’t anymore. old celebrities. diet fads. slap bracelets.
the little man in the big pink suit, stripes flowing down his body. the world around him silent and solid. he waits on the front porch slimy stairs. his mind is spinning and the pavement is soggy. how i wish I could talk to this man. my mind strays somewhere else. the universe is obsolete and so am i and so is he. and that was that.
“marriage is an obsolete trap,” a famous french actress said. perhaps. perhaps not for some. obsolete things are okay, but if they contribute only to people’s unhappiness, they should go.
obsolete. this word makes me think of computer and old technology, but I suppose it can be applied to anything. like people. people can be obsolete. I can kill people. you can kill people, if you want. wanna be friends? friends is a TV show I don’t watch it though. I want to watch the movie Super. also, I want to watch Super 8. I wanna die. what?
nothingness,something that stupid, unnecessary, something mysterious, errie, uncool.i odnt knowita. i love you. i cant stop thinking about you. i think about you at night and in the morning and every second ofmy day. you are obsolete, i do not understand you. i dont understand what yo
Many things were obsolete: the cassette tape, the gramophone, the need for a law about horses and cars; but it was her greatest fear that she would join them. She, too, would become obsolete in time and be replaced by something better, more useful. She didn’t want to become a cassette tape. She was a human being, and she wanted to be reassured that she had more worth than that.
Obsolete is how i feel at the moment. Like anything i say or do won’t matter in a couple of days anyways. I could work hard and be the best me possible but in the end it’ll all dissappear. Hopeless is the best description to this feeling. I can’t even be bothered to have hope, it’ll all go away some day anyways, so why waste the time now?
Hahahahah. That’s funny. Obsolete. Like that would ever happen. Everything’s so shiny and new, so up to date! The only thing that is obsolete is obsolescence. Heheheh, obsolete. Hmmm… wait I…!!
big big shapes far away that i cant identify because i just dont thinkn anymore, ever since it happened i’ve just been gone emotionally who am i? someone tell me. im obsolete obsolete
for me, shoes are obsolete. flip flops, sandals, walking in the grass barefoot. even in winter, with my toes bright red and my feet numb from the chill, i avoid wearing anything to cover them. i don’t think i’m a masochist, but i believe that i never need to wear shoes. and i intend to follow that.
Obsolete. Unreachable. Unattainable. Unfathomable. So far away that it was practically nonexistent. The tiny speck in the distance which had faded to nothing, along with whatever meager supply of hope had remained. This is how he pictured his ultimate goal, his life’s only purpose, as her pen scribbled her signature onto the paper in indelible ink, forming the unbreakable chains that would bind him to his past forever. It was gone. It was all gone.
There was a man in a desert. It was all so obsolete. No one was around and there was just the sound of the tumble weeds crawling around. The snakes rattle were coming close and the man was jsut there standing. He was not sacred of the presence of anything. He was jsut there. satdning.
I stand there, watching, and sighing. I can’t believe they would do this to me. They just left me like I was last months shirt. They were so willing to ditch me, to change, to be popular. Did they forget who they were? What was wrong with who they were- who who I am? I like being me. It’s fun. They all changed so fast. Why? Were they not happy? Did they want to move on to the new model? Just because I am stuck in our ‘old ways’ doesn’t mean I’m obsolete! Or… does it?
Something that no longer matters. That no one cares about. It’s almost as if it has vanished in thin air. It’s basically nonexistent. How depressing it must be to become obsolete? Like you have just fallen off the face of the earth.
oh man!!! time might become obsolete if I don’t use it wisely! I hope that I don’t become obsolete! Scott Walker and his cronies should become obsolete! Not necessary!
why am i obsolete? am i obsolete? nah, maybe not. to others? sure. But does their opinion matter? in the long run, no. but we are in the now. and right now…i guess i still don’t care if others think i’m obsolete. the point is that i don’t. and that’s good.
The use of ummmmm Calvary is obsolete because now we have guns. ANd ummm ya because we are in the modern era, we now can use the internet to access many things. Examples include peanuts, music, art, and books.
She was nullified by the glow shining from The Girls, those who owned the school. It wasn’t a teen movie kind of leading- no gossip girls or mean girls or whatnot. They just were great- charismatic, funny, beautiful, clever, athletic. Officers of every team, star pupils, captains on the teams. And they glowed. Not the spray-tan glow- again, this is no teen movie drama. They had an aura about them that shone on others and made them feel good, like a cat in a sunbeam. But her- they didn’t make her feel good. She had her own light; it just wasn’t bright enough to compete with Them, and so therefore, became maddeningly, depressingly, painfully obsolete.
I stand there in the shadows, watching everybody around me. I stand there, out of time, out of shape and out of friends. I knew that I was obsolete. They had moved onm had changed. I stayed the same. i didn’t want to change. I didn’t want to be different. I wanted to life in the life that I had forever. Why did they have to change? When did being who we were become out of style? I liked being who were were. What’s wrong with that?
Scrawled in black letters across an opache screen. Her time is up. She has grown too old for this world. It is a horrible thing when a person becomes obsolete. Did this happen… when the world was young? so young… nothing could be old?
there was a smell in the air that was indescribable to modern man. no smog. no fire.
trees. the smell of trees was wafting through the air, cooling my nostrils and filling my lungs. for the first time: trees.
dismal. lonely. the most isolated corner of earth. obscure. lonesome. i think?…
In technology, they talk about “planned obsolescence.” Sometimes, even people become obsolete; their careers, mostly, in that context. But when one has done a job for a long time that is suddenly no more, it’s hard not to feel that they themselves have become useless, superfluous.
Old and not needed anymore it is just another thing passed and bypassed by newer things that may or may not be better but people think it is obsolete even though it can still be of use to someone.
The world went dark as my eyes shut and I thought about the concept of built in obsoleteness. The idea that everything is now being made so that it can be replaced. Does that include us as human beings? Everyone wants to know the secret to living longer but the longer we live the more out of touch we are likely to become with newer technologies and concepts.
into oblivion ideas run wild. Many determined to make it into existence, but the sea runs endless. Forever more the ideas once thought to be masterpieces, now thrown down into the abyss that labels them obsolete. reminds me of oboe.
Slut! You, sir, are a Slut. Get yoself a job. You and your big ol’ droopy pockets. You should be ashamed of yourself. Get out! Get out of this province! And all the other ones, for that matter. Babe.
Obsolete is what our world is. I stare around at the destruction. The nuclear bomb destroyed everything. It’s all gone. I think of another thing that’s obsolete. Love. That’s what lead us down this path. We should have loved out fellow man. Maybe if we’d done that, the world wouldn’t be a wasteland now.
obsolete is a word beginning with O and ending in e. The letters b, s, o, l, e and t are in between. O is the letter that comes before p and after n. it is circular, and hollow.
you used to tell me to make a mistake, that you’d be my mistake.
that got old real quick.
you see, whenever you’d hold me close then push me away, that just made you seem less perfect and rounded around the corners.
sooner or later, you’d be a piece of machinery, and the time would come for me to dispose of the old and obsolete.
What does it matter what we do in the world, what difference we make? The world as we know it will be gone someday and all we will be is a pile of dirt somewhere in the ground.
we live this is obsolete world. we never believe in anything. we doubt everything. we dont even know what were unsure of, were just unsure of anything. the same way we dont know how to feel about clear rolling papers we feel about our minds.
It’s the old fashioned, back road that follows through when it says its going to do something. By gosh and golly, you say you’ll be here at ten and you actually show up? That’s so old, so far gone, far away–you do what you say, and I laugh in your face, because we all know that waiting was not intended to be a promise made to keep. It’s one of those things you just say you’ll do, like saying you’ll help with my math papers, and then you don’t. Because I don’t’ really need help, and you don’t’ really know what it feels like to love.
Everything that I felt for you
is out the door. Obsolete and gone.
You lied and cheated your way
into my heart you stole my kiss
you stole my touch.
I hope you find your way
to where the idols go.
Chink, chank, tick tick tack tick tick tick clunk tick tack tack ding!
Return carriage.
Well, that’s the way typing used to sound. All mechanical and very deliberate with lots of thought into what is written. Now it’s obsolete. And we have a delete button.
Crumpled and broken, creaking and stained, the doll sat slumped in the corner, one glass eye longingly watching the world go by while the other saw a black reality split in two as it lay cracked and obsolete, tucked away in her little apron, long since having abandoned a now eerily gaping socket. Trash day is tomorrow.
no longer existent. gone. extinct. empty. we’re talking about something that used to be good but isn’t anymore. old celebrities. diet fads. slap bracelets.
gone
empty
dead
everything you knowfinished, extinct.
everything you had
everything you loved
never returning
not useful anymore
obsolete.
the little man in the big pink suit, stripes flowing down his body. the world around him silent and solid. he waits on the front porch slimy stairs. his mind is spinning and the pavement is soggy. how i wish I could talk to this man. my mind strays somewhere else. the universe is obsolete and so am i and so is he. and that was that.
“marriage is an obsolete trap,” a famous french actress said. perhaps. perhaps not for some. obsolete things are okay, but if they contribute only to people’s unhappiness, they should go.
you shouldn’t think that as you get older you become obsolete you should just live life one day at a time and enjoy what happens good or bad :D
one word,thats all.Just one,and its all over.”But this is much more than one word” you may think.Well it is,but oh well.
The obsolete, always absolute, nothing resolute, everything destitute.
obsolete. this word makes me think of computer and old technology, but I suppose it can be applied to anything. like people. people can be obsolete. I can kill people. you can kill people, if you want. wanna be friends? friends is a TV show I don’t watch it though. I want to watch the movie Super. also, I want to watch Super 8. I wanna die. what?
nothingness,something that stupid, unnecessary, something mysterious, errie, uncool.i odnt knowita. i love you. i cant stop thinking about you. i think about you at night and in the morning and every second ofmy day. you are obsolete, i do not understand you. i dont understand what yo