Eighteen rooms to a floor. Thirty floors in a building. Eight buildings in a row. I drive past them, and can’t even begin to think of the innumerable stories these people possess.
People tick me off
Do this for me
Do that for me
I have a life too
How about you kiss my arse
And then we can discuss
What I am willing to do
For your love….
I’m not sure how people make it as a whole. I mean we have wars, we’re horrible to each other and then we all act like we’re entitled to something when we’re not really. It’s just so strange how that happens and how we all tend to lose faith in humanity. Because people are fucking stupid.
People are everywhere. Some I like; some I don’t. I can’t escape them though. As much as I don’t want to, I have to deal with people and their quirks. By dealing with people especially the ones that rub me wrong, I’m learning about more about me.
People can be irritating. For the most part, I think people are good. However, I think in this age and in our American culture, people are lazy! It’s convenient enough that we have remotes to prevent us from getting up and down to change the channel. Now we can’t even be botheredvery day I hear whining from people. to move to get hte remote. What a waste! That’s too hard. I don’t want to do that! Do we have to? Ugh! Get some character and get moving. Stop being a w
Cruelty abounded everywhere the People went. No one was safe. No one could escape. Their arrival meant pain and suffering for those unfortunate enough to cross their path.
people beautiful wonderful people, with dreams and fears. there’s millions of them and you may never meet even half but they’re there, and in all of those people if you’re lucky you’ll find the one made just for you.
I love to watch people and see the way they interact. Seeing the traits passed on through generations as gestures are reflected in the movements of grandma and granddaughter.
people amazed me today.
i’ve spent so many years being jaded & suspicious.
but today… they made me love my career.
today i realized how fortunate i am to be
where i am in life,
because of the people
who helped me get here
& the people who are helping me stay here.
i can never truly express the magnitude
of the transition between
undying cynicism
& eternal gratitude.
I think that people are interesting but at the same time I really dislike them. But I love them. But I hate them. It’s just so confusing to me. People are so weird I don’t even know how to explain it. I don’t have many friends and it’s probably all my fault but what can ya do? I should just catch a plane to a different country and never come back.
people are thick and heavy and hot and drenched and sweated out, sweated all over the room, draped over it like furniture, like unstable fragments of a carefully maintained mind. there’s a garden, a perfectly trimmed lawn, and all these noisy drunken unstable people draped everywhere, everywhere! it’s unthinkable.
Some people are just really stupid, honestly. Especially ones that act like someone else to be liked. It’s ridiculous. Those people are the ones that I personally try to avoid, but sadly, the ones that everyone just loves. I don’t see how people can’t see how fake they are, but hey, maybe I’ve got a special gift for detecting when people aren’t being themselves. Sigh, what a world we live in, where the majority of the people in it are making us lose hope for the future.
People can be stupid sometimes. They don’t always mean what they say and they are unreliable. I guess thats kind of hypocritical.. since I am a person. But its just hard to get the truth out of them sometimes. To know whether or not they are telling the truth. How do you know? You don’t.
the people stared at th dragon in awe. Everyone was speechless. The rider raised her palm and said “Those who are afraid, don’t be. Be brave and be kind.” The ones who were scared relaxed.
Faces of unknown people swim in invisible currents that pull them to banal jobs. There they will die, fingers frozen on computer keys, never knowing what they were searching for. Not money or power, but maybe build a monument that will last through the centuries. But all is ashes and dust.
People are strange. Some can be really nice on the outside but kinda psycho on the inside or they are so sweet but simply misunderstood. I’m a people person – I could never live alone. I enjoy my neighbors too – I can count on them and we watch out for each other. Like a community.
people are amazing fun stupid crazy hysterical silly dramatic dumb loving horrible cruel gentle and fantastic. people can change your life in an instant and after they have touched you, things will never be the same.
poeple eat eachother.
they lick the skin,
fresh from the shower,
from the gym,
sweating with
salt and pheromones
and then nibble.
Take a bite,
a test taste. Most
don’t know it until
they are full, having
eaten their share.
They walked away carrying,
pregnant, someone else,
that they will defecate
in a perfectly tapered log
kept as reference.
There were too many people around her for her to understand. The people were what delayed her and the people were what made her going. And when she stopped amongst the people, she felt so alone.
people come in all shapes and forms , ummm we all believe in different things, all have differnet cultures and we all have people we love, i feel weird typing because my boyfriend is right next to me… so im going to stop now.
people are amazing. they are creature that can be so many things. horrible fantastic idiotic stupid fasinating. human nature tells us so much,m and humans can be the best thing thats ever happend to you or the worst. they can truley change your life or ruin it.
People are mean. I hate people, they only disappoint you. I love some people though. I hate the majority of them though. People are crazy and they kill each other for no reason whatsoever. People are just really cruel. People lie. People cheat. I don’t understand people sometimes. People are people.
People. It’s easy to lose hope in people. But every now and then you witness an act of humanity that brings you back to believing that there is still good in the world.
And that’s not me being all cynical and pessimistic and crap–that’s just the truth. We’re NATURALLY “sinful,” or whatever it is that you’re going to say. We cheat, we lie, we steal, we kill, we rape, and then we bat our eyelashes, put on this big, fake smile, and say, “Hey, I didn’t do a thing!”
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There was silence. I could tell the teacher was uncomfortable. The question hung in the air for all to look at. To think about. To ignore, if they wished. Of all jobs. Why choose this one.
Who writes about people?
I only care to write about friends, lovers, family;
people are obnoxious, and are as unlikely to do something for me,
as I am to do something for them.
People are some of the most complex creation ever. The detail that goes in to making our complicated bodies and functions has to be perfect and tiny, and the way our brains work, not even a genius could comprehend.
people, hear them crying. See the words. Creatures filled with countless feelings. No one can truely understand wqhats going on, behind their ticking eyes, back inside their minds. The clock work is ticking. People. Such confusing creatures.
i see everyone i know and i think about where they will be within the next 70 years. will i still know them? will they even know me? will they remember my name and will i remember theirs? i hope someone remembers me. even when i’m dead and gone, i hope that someone remembers who i was and what i did. i hope i change something and i get the chance to have an affect on at least one person. just one, that would be enough.
Commuting to and fro, busybodies, neither good nor bad, but unequal measures of both, never an equilibrium. Forever deliciously complex and disturbingly simple.
Always rushing around, always panicking. No true destination in the end, yet we’re always running, trying to achieve our goal. Are we just doing this for fun? What’s the end result anyways? People: curious creatures. And yet, I am one. Are we really the dominant species? Or is there someone bigger than us out there? Watching us? Learning from us?
“I can’t stand you people!” I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in the air. “All you do is whine, whine, whine!” My shouting began to rise in pitch. “It’s enough to drive you completely insane!”
people die, and live. They love, and hate. They cry, they hurt, they feel. YOu cant trust everyone youj meet, but you can always give them a chance. They are just like you. zthey feel too.
I love but hate people. They judge you and make fun, I HATE IT. Especially in school, where there’s people all around you staring, but I love my family, they are people too. So…
People are everywhere. They have feeling. They love, the hate, they smile and cry. They will judge you, and taunt you. They laugh, and giggle. You will meet people throughout your life, good and bad. People.
Eighteen rooms to a floor. Thirty floors in a building. Eight buildings in a row. I drive past them, and can’t even begin to think of the innumerable stories these people possess.
People tick me off
Do this for me
Do that for me
I have a life too
How about you kiss my arse
And then we can discuss
What I am willing to do
For your love….
I’m not sure how people make it as a whole. I mean we have wars, we’re horrible to each other and then we all act like we’re entitled to something when we’re not really. It’s just so strange how that happens and how we all tend to lose faith in humanity. Because people are fucking stupid.
strange… crazy… wonderful… thoughtful… odd… happy… weird… thankful… smart… beautiful… ungreatful… dumb… ugly… great… lovely… fun… grumpy… silly… awful… tall… small… skinny… fat… cold… they come in all shapes, sizes, and attitudes… PEOPLE….
People are everywhere. Some I like; some I don’t. I can’t escape them though. As much as I don’t want to, I have to deal with people and their quirks. By dealing with people especially the ones that rub me wrong, I’m learning about more about me.
People can be irritating. For the most part, I think people are good. However, I think in this age and in our American culture, people are lazy! It’s convenient enough that we have remotes to prevent us from getting up and down to change the channel. Now we can’t even be botheredvery day I hear whining from people. to move to get hte remote. What a waste! That’s too hard. I don’t want to do that! Do we have to? Ugh! Get some character and get moving. Stop being a w
Cruelty abounded everywhere the People went. No one was safe. No one could escape. Their arrival meant pain and suffering for those unfortunate enough to cross their path.
people beautiful wonderful people, with dreams and fears. there’s millions of them and you may never meet even half but they’re there, and in all of those people if you’re lucky you’ll find the one made just for you.
I love to watch people and see the way they interact. Seeing the traits passed on through generations as gestures are reflected in the movements of grandma and granddaughter.
people amazed me today.
i’ve spent so many years being jaded & suspicious.
but today… they made me love my career.
today i realized how fortunate i am to be
where i am in life,
because of the people
who helped me get here
& the people who are helping me stay here.
i can never truly express the magnitude
of the transition between
undying cynicism
& eternal gratitude.
I think that people are interesting but at the same time I really dislike them. But I love them. But I hate them. It’s just so confusing to me. People are so weird I don’t even know how to explain it. I don’t have many friends and it’s probably all my fault but what can ya do? I should just catch a plane to a different country and never come back.
people are thick and heavy and hot and drenched and sweated out, sweated all over the room, draped over it like furniture, like unstable fragments of a carefully maintained mind. there’s a garden, a perfectly trimmed lawn, and all these noisy drunken unstable people draped everywhere, everywhere! it’s unthinkable.
Some people are just really stupid, honestly. Especially ones that act like someone else to be liked. It’s ridiculous. Those people are the ones that I personally try to avoid, but sadly, the ones that everyone just loves. I don’t see how people can’t see how fake they are, but hey, maybe I’ve got a special gift for detecting when people aren’t being themselves. Sigh, what a world we live in, where the majority of the people in it are making us lose hope for the future.
People can be stupid sometimes. They don’t always mean what they say and they are unreliable. I guess thats kind of hypocritical.. since I am a person. But its just hard to get the truth out of them sometimes. To know whether or not they are telling the truth. How do you know? You don’t.
the people stared at th dragon in awe. Everyone was speechless. The rider raised her palm and said “Those who are afraid, don’t be. Be brave and be kind.” The ones who were scared relaxed.
Faces of unknown people swim in invisible currents that pull them to banal jobs. There they will die, fingers frozen on computer keys, never knowing what they were searching for. Not money or power, but maybe build a monument that will last through the centuries. But all is ashes and dust.
People are strange. Some can be really nice on the outside but kinda psycho on the inside or they are so sweet but simply misunderstood. I’m a people person – I could never live alone. I enjoy my neighbors too – I can count on them and we watch out for each other. Like a community.
people are amazing fun stupid crazy hysterical silly dramatic dumb loving horrible cruel gentle and fantastic. people can change your life in an instant and after they have touched you, things will never be the same.
Sometimes being in a room full of people makes me feel lonely as FUCK…Then one head pops out from the crowd and all the people disappear.
poeple eat eachother.
they lick the skin,
fresh from the shower,
from the gym,
sweating with
salt and pheromones
and then nibble.
Take a bite,
a test taste. Most
don’t know it until
they are full, having
eaten their share.
They walked away carrying,
pregnant, someone else,
that they will defecate
in a perfectly tapered log
kept as reference.
There were too many people around her for her to understand. The people were what delayed her and the people were what made her going. And when she stopped amongst the people, she felt so alone.
people come in all shapes and forms , ummm we all believe in different things, all have differnet cultures and we all have people we love, i feel weird typing because my boyfriend is right next to me… so im going to stop now.
people are amazing. they are creature that can be so many things. horrible fantastic idiotic stupid fasinating. human nature tells us so much,m and humans can be the best thing thats ever happend to you or the worst. they can truley change your life or ruin it.
Blank faces, blank tread.
Hearts of wonder, heads of dread.
People are mean. I hate people, they only disappoint you. I love some people though. I hate the majority of them though. People are crazy and they kill each other for no reason whatsoever. People are just really cruel. People lie. People cheat. I don’t understand people sometimes. People are people.
People. It’s easy to lose hope in people. But every now and then you witness an act of humanity that brings you back to believing that there is still good in the world.
People, to say the least, are evil.
And that’s not me being all cynical and pessimistic and crap–that’s just the truth. We’re NATURALLY “sinful,” or whatever it is that you’re going to say. We cheat, we lie, we steal, we kill, we rape, and then we bat our eyelashes, put on this big, fake smile, and say, “Hey, I didn’t do a thing!”
We’re sickening.
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There was silence. I could tell the teacher was uncomfortable. The question hung in the air for all to look at. To think about. To ignore, if they wished. Of all jobs. Why choose this one.
Who writes about people?
I only care to write about friends, lovers, family;
people are obnoxious, and are as unlikely to do something for me,
as I am to do something for them.
People are some of the most complex creation ever. The detail that goes in to making our complicated bodies and functions has to be perfect and tiny, and the way our brains work, not even a genius could comprehend.
people. what can i write about
people? i don’t have many good things to say about
people. i guess i might.
i love,hate,want,hurt,save,touch,talk about,think about,go crazy about
people.
people.
are funny, thats for sure.
people, hear them crying. See the words. Creatures filled with countless feelings. No one can truely understand wqhats going on, behind their ticking eyes, back inside their minds. The clock work is ticking. People. Such confusing creatures.
i see everyone i know and i think about where they will be within the next 70 years. will i still know them? will they even know me? will they remember my name and will i remember theirs? i hope someone remembers me. even when i’m dead and gone, i hope that someone remembers who i was and what i did. i hope i change something and i get the chance to have an affect on at least one person. just one, that would be enough.
Commuting to and fro, busybodies, neither good nor bad, but unequal measures of both, never an equilibrium. Forever deliciously complex and disturbingly simple.
Always rushing around, always panicking. No true destination in the end, yet we’re always running, trying to achieve our goal. Are we just doing this for fun? What’s the end result anyways? People: curious creatures. And yet, I am one. Are we really the dominant species? Or is there someone bigger than us out there? Watching us? Learning from us?
“I can’t stand you people!” I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in the air. “All you do is whine, whine, whine!” My shouting began to rise in pitch. “It’s enough to drive you completely insane!”
people die, and live. They love, and hate. They cry, they hurt, they feel. YOu cant trust everyone youj meet, but you can always give them a chance. They are just like you. zthey feel too.
I love but hate people. They judge you and make fun, I HATE IT. Especially in school, where there’s people all around you staring, but I love my family, they are people too. So…
People are everywhere. They have feeling. They love, the hate, they smile and cry. They will judge you, and taunt you. They laugh, and giggle. You will meet people throughout your life, good and bad. People.