paperback reminds me of books. Particularly a book a bought while on a date with my ex girlfriend. I was told about this book when I was in college. The Perks Of Being A Wallflower is supposed to be the new Catcher in the Rye.
Paperbark trees lining the gum forest stain the water a tea brown as I float down stream belly up with nothing but blue sky filling my lungs. I ache to hear the waves again.
Ahh paperback, that sucks. I was expecting a good word that I could write loads of stuff to and let my imagination go mental. That would have been so much better but you know, win some lose some. I’m quite slow at typing by the way so yeah bare with me…
a type of book that is soft and easy to carry around, and fits neatly into your bag or pocket. this kind of book looks well-loved and well-read after a few outings, much more than its harder counterpart, as it shows each crease and bend. Cheaper to buy and easier to use!
i think of books and cheap bookks. cheaoper than hardback. i also think of humpback whales. then that makes me think of narwhales which makes me think of the movie elf. BYE BUDDY HOPE YOU FIND YOUR DAD hahahaaha SANNTTAA!!!!! I KNOW HIM I KNOW HIM!! :)
this is what i’m writing. this is for what i strive. this is the dream i think i need to keep myself alive. stop giving me your skepticism, your unsolicited flack. the world won’t know what hit it when it sees my paperback.
A house full of them. The great British invention (thanks Penguin). A constant friend always by my side. Never seen without. Never ever travel without. Can’t live without.
The paperback was cheap. Cheaply made, with cheap materials. But it didn’t matter to her. She had searched high and low for this book, one of only a few copies in the world. And now she had it.
book
writer
dear sir or madam can you read my book, it took me years to write can you take a look? its based on a novel by a man named lear, and he needs a job so he wants to be a paperback writer, paperback writer
the rare paperback gorilla, which is alerdic to rubber became extinct in te late 18th century. Its close cousing, the corrugated fronted monkey is seeing a revival in pet numbers in stationary shops.
paperback dreams. novels contained in flimsy covers, badly kept secrets that spill. cheap mistakes, picked up in trainstations, with the indescribable lure of the disposable. the aesthetic was never so right. paperbacks, trails forty stories tall. we turn over a new leaf to write the same thing in different letters. word by word we script the same encounters.
why is this thing stillfrigginonpaperback? it’s been a whole friggin day
comeon person hurry up and update this thingymabob already. grrrrrr
nostril lover no jutsu, already
sheesh
dudes this is sooooooooo stupid and gay. honestly, can this thing even keep me from going overtime?
i have no idea
let’s see
nope, it has nothing to do with finishing my last sentence
sheesh, that’s gay
X
don’t you know, they just don’t work that well. You read, you turn the page, but the cover gets creased, the binding slowly wears away. They just don’t work. They show the wear that they have been used.
nickleback letter back gimmie I don’t know this can’t be we’re all here we’re all not here, what the hell is our purpose in life let us change who we really are. Can we personofy the very best in us without sacrificing the least admirable in us.
I have a red paper wing protruding from my back. It lifts me up in times of need and hides inside my spine when i am feeling bright with the world. I am unique. I have a secret.
It sat on the seat at the airport, fat and abandoned, its spine broken from being spread open for devouring. In its guts, the naked and the cocksure wrestled over dilemmas no real person ever touched, and you could see their hyperbolic frictions had chewed and torn the cover. But the story stopped here at Gate 73, the actors frozen in tableau on page 247.
she put the paperback novel on top of the table, signaling the end of her meal. she called for the waiter to get her bill. she paid, stood up and went back to the office.
I take a paperback everywhere I go, just in case I am either stood up or rained out. It’s a defense mechanism, simple, but effective. I am not afraid of inconsiderate bitches or bad weather anymore.
Damn, I just bought an e-book reader. What will become of the paperback? Will we all just have padds like in star trek one day? There will be more trees, but where will we get the electricity from? The conundrum continues…
Today, Parker asked our group of friends if “anyone even bought books anymore”. I was astounded, immediately demanded to know why he would ask such a thing. “I have four in my purse right now.”
“I have ten on my iphone,” he responded. “And it takes up little to no room.”
“But that’s not at all the same.” I sounded whinier than intended. But when he asked how come, I couldn’t find the words. Oh, books. I’ve failed you.
dog-eared.
With tattered spine.
That’s the way I like ’em.
Written in
like forgotten journals.
Thoughts, questions
mind-reading the author.
That’s the way I like ’em.
A book with a soft, breakable back. After several uses, white cracks show through the spine. Often the pages are bent back in place of a bookmark. Possibly a metaphor for a friend, somebody who is often referred to, whilst uncomplainingly abused.
i saw a paperback book in the classroom and i thought ooo whos that i think it might have been rachel abeernethys because she likes paper back books and it was brown and i know how much she likes brown books even thought they arent very attractve i dont know why she likes them . Then i saw a green paperback book wrapped in clear plastic and i thought oo this must be aislinn because shealways wears clothes which you can see through., Then i saw a book backed in black apaper and i thought
Have you ever opened a paperback in your lap, late in the afternoon as you were sipping your coffee and realise suddenly, in a flash, that you were reading your own life, written in some other person’s hand?
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paperback reminds me of books. Particularly a book a bought while on a date with my ex girlfriend. I was told about this book when I was in college. The Perks Of Being A Wallflower is supposed to be the new Catcher in the Rye.
Paperbark trees lining the gum forest stain the water a tea brown as I float down stream belly up with nothing but blue sky filling my lungs. I ache to hear the waves again.
Ahh paperback, that sucks. I was expecting a good word that I could write loads of stuff to and let my imagination go mental. That would have been so much better but you know, win some lose some. I’m quite slow at typing by the way so yeah bare with me…
a type of book that is soft and easy to carry around, and fits neatly into your bag or pocket. this kind of book looks well-loved and well-read after a few outings, much more than its harder counterpart, as it shows each crease and bend. Cheaper to buy and easier to use!
Paperbacks fell to the floor in a pile of fragile pages, held together with glue and faith.
the paperback book was cheesy, just like she knew it would be, and that gave her the strangest sense of satisfaction.
i think of books and cheap bookks. cheaoper than hardback. i also think of humpback whales. then that makes me think of narwhales which makes me think of the movie elf. BYE BUDDY HOPE YOU FIND YOUR DAD hahahaaha SANNTTAA!!!!! I KNOW HIM I KNOW HIM!! :)
paperback books school textbooks
plast, stuff, useless, cost money, too small, brokeble,
this is what i’m writing. this is for what i strive. this is the dream i think i need to keep myself alive. stop giving me your skepticism, your unsolicited flack. the world won’t know what hit it when it sees my paperback.
paperback man. three cups of tea. my mothers cheap romance novels. my brothers empty wallet. my lovers face. paperback people lookin to get by.
a novel, onethat inspires you.cheap
paperbag writer is a beetles song covered by radiouhead that sound like paperback but its not.
paper
A house full of them. The great British invention (thanks Penguin). A constant friend always by my side. Never seen without. Never ever travel without. Can’t live without.
The paperback was cheap. Cheaply made, with cheap materials. But it didn’t matter to her. She had searched high and low for this book, one of only a few copies in the world. And now she had it.
The secret of all mysteries is now in her hands.
She smiled.
book
writer
dear sir or madam can you read my book, it took me years to write can you take a look? its based on a novel by a man named lear, and he needs a job so he wants to be a paperback writer, paperback writer
the rare paperback gorilla, which is alerdic to rubber became extinct in te late 18th century. Its close cousing, the corrugated fronted monkey is seeing a revival in pet numbers in stationary shops.
paperback dreams. novels contained in flimsy covers, badly kept secrets that spill. cheap mistakes, picked up in trainstations, with the indescribable lure of the disposable. the aesthetic was never so right. paperbacks, trails forty stories tall. we turn over a new leaf to write the same thing in different letters. word by word we script the same encounters.
Will it be paperback or hardback? Will the publishers want it, I am so nervous waiting on work back. I want my dream of being published to come true.
why is this thing stillfrigginonpaperback? it’s been a whole friggin day
comeon person hurry up and update this thingymabob already. grrrrrr
nostril lover no jutsu, already
sheesh
dudes this is sooooooooo stupid and gay. honestly, can this thing even keep me from going overtime?
i have no idea
let’s see
nope, it has nothing to do with finishing my last sentence
sheesh, that’s gay
X
books, lovely books, all kinds of paper and sizes journey to the netherworlds, across oceans, inside such beauty
don’t you know, they just don’t work that well. You read, you turn the page, but the cover gets creased, the binding slowly wears away. They just don’t work. They show the wear that they have been used.
what the hellis this i have never heard of such a word before are you trying to playsome kind of prank on me, honestly who are you gu
paperback, hardback who cares? It is the words within which give us pleasure as they roll of the tongue, caressing us.
take this paperback to the track where you found it and don’t look back
nickleback letter back gimmie I don’t know this can’t be we’re all here we’re all not here, what the hell is our purpose in life let us change who we really are. Can we personofy the very best in us without sacrificing the least admirable in us.
I have a red paper wing protruding from my back. It lifts me up in times of need and hides inside my spine when i am feeling bright with the world. I am unique. I have a secret.
It sat on the seat at the airport, fat and abandoned, its spine broken from being spread open for devouring. In its guts, the naked and the cocksure wrestled over dilemmas no real person ever touched, and you could see their hyperbolic frictions had chewed and torn the cover. But the story stopped here at Gate 73, the actors frozen in tableau on page 247.
“All I want for Christamas is a paperback book.” The little girl told me. In her eyes, I could see that she was sincere with it.
Paperback writer is the most irritating Beatles song written, even surpasing the craggy depths of Octopuses Garden.
she put the paperback novel on top of the table, signaling the end of her meal. she called for the waiter to get her bill. she paid, stood up and went back to the office.
I take a paperback everywhere I go, just in case I am either stood up or rained out. It’s a defense mechanism, simple, but effective. I am not afraid of inconsiderate bitches or bad weather anymore.
Damn, I just bought an e-book reader. What will become of the paperback? Will we all just have padds like in star trek one day? There will be more trees, but where will we get the electricity from? The conundrum continues…
Today, Parker asked our group of friends if “anyone even bought books anymore”. I was astounded, immediately demanded to know why he would ask such a thing. “I have four in my purse right now.”
“I have ten on my iphone,” he responded. “And it takes up little to no room.”
“But that’s not at all the same.” I sounded whinier than intended. But when he asked how come, I couldn’t find the words. Oh, books. I’ve failed you.
dog-eared.
With tattered spine.
That’s the way I like ’em.
Written in
like forgotten journals.
Thoughts, questions
mind-reading the author.
That’s the way I like ’em.
A book with a soft, breakable back. After several uses, white cracks show through the spine. Often the pages are bent back in place of a bookmark. Possibly a metaphor for a friend, somebody who is often referred to, whilst uncomplainingly abused.
i saw a paperback book in the classroom and i thought ooo whos that i think it might have been rachel abeernethys because she likes paper back books and it was brown and i know how much she likes brown books even thought they arent very attractve i dont know why she likes them . Then i saw a green paperback book wrapped in clear plastic and i thought oo this must be aislinn because shealways wears clothes which you can see through., Then i saw a book backed in black apaper and i thought
Have you ever opened a paperback in your lap, late in the afternoon as you were sipping your coffee and realise suddenly, in a flash, that you were reading your own life, written in some other person’s hand?
always were there no matter what happened it was hard to tear myself away nothing could compare f