Persons. Same as people. Just a different way of saying something. But isn’t that we try to do all the time? Use euphemisms to lighten the load, steady the inevitable fall? Without dualism and the ability to express ourselves differently, in the same sense, we would not be able to enter a parallel universe of hard-to-fake smiles and hidden tears that everyone seems so anxious to display outside the comforts of the four walls of home.
There are many persons of interests in the world. For example, the most interesting person in the world. It has been surmised that he is the stig- he might also just be the guy from that one Dos Equis commercial. Either way, it is nigh indisputable that they don’t always intrigue us, but when they do, they do it completely.
first of all persons suck. persons are rude very rude. they walk over you and say i love you but dont mean it. persons plus i hate this word i say people!are terrible! like this one girl i meat total bfff…right??? wrong she parades around like a slut which breaks my heart because now every man in my life someohow is now in hers…wel i hate persons ! enough said.
Treat each others in different ways. There are good people and bad people in the world. Each person is different. One person is more unique than the other.
There were too many. Persons. They were everywhere, and they all wanted me, to kill me, to hurt me. After all, this is what they are programmed to me. Hurt me so they feel no pain, hurt me, so that all persons may…
No one knows what they’ll become. Perhaps just as much as they promised, probably not enough, considering their potential. Either way we won’t even notice their shift from mediocrity, to success and back again. They are persons unknown, but to the ones that love them, they’re everything.
The persons where all looking at me… And I mean ALL. At that moment my normal calm and collected mind turned into a frenzy of mixed emotions and colours. It struck me as weird how something so small as a glance could mess me up like that…
When I was young, I forgot how persons can truly effect you. How one’s love can shape your whole life. How those persons can make you smile, laugh, and cry. How they are your life and you are theirs. It is truly how this society works. Human society thrives of each other.
Friends, family, aquaintances all qualify. Personalities aplenty amongth them all. How to cope, understand, listen and move to a common goal is the hard part.
there are many PEOPLE in this world, 7 every1 of us is different. we are ll awesome too!!!! you only see “persons” on signs that say like this room can only hold 200 peoples
persons. sitting, watching me with their faceless eyes. Every word i say stains them and they shall carry the unforgettable mark that my rough voice carries. I linger within their souls. Don’t you dare act cute.
persons. people. humans, we all walk this earth in purpose and outside of it. How we know, when we know, we do not know. life;s biggest mystery is people, we create, destroy, believe, achieve, and royally fuck up the lives we are given, persons.
how many persons do you think you know? and what counts as knowing? have seen twice? have talked to once? have heard ones sad story. everyone has a sad story to tell, you know. if not now, eventually they will have their own. life is full of surprises, life is full of persons, full of surprises.
Even though I’m surrounded by them I feel like they’re so far away. Each one of them, talking and laughing, their reality is too different. Most people are boring and shallow, and they’ll confine me to their reality. What’s the point of trying to get along with them? I want to stay in my own reality, where nothing that anyone says can harm me or even touch me.
persons made me think of people which i really hate. there’s nothing i hate more than people. but, if we’re talking about persons, i suppose i should write about that word. persons makes me think of liquor stores for some reason. maybe because they sometimes say no more than one persons allowed…maybe thats not a liquor store.
I see persons wherever I go. At the market on the train. I always wonder what their life is like. I they are thinking about. Then they go along their ws
People are so different. Sometimes their strange and sometimes they are adored. Humanity was meant to be unique. Sometimes people don’t like that. They don’t want differences between them. They all want to be treated the same, and that makes sense. So why did God design humanity like that?
There is always a reason but we don’t know why…
many persons walked in water while the ducks danced in trees and the monkeys showered, those persons smiled and said hi but they got no reply not even a quack
Persons? Why not “people”? I always get confused on when to use one or the other. I remember reading in Elements of Style that one should use one over the other depending on the context, but I forget the specifics. Generally, I would just use “people,” as in: “How many people are coming to the party?” Can one also say, “How many persons are coming to the party?”
I never understood how that word was proper English. I don’t say “I went to the beach with some persons.” So I guess people is a slang word? I think it is justified in some grammar situations but, necessary? I think not, people suffices just fine.
Why do I miss him? But I don’t miss him. I miss the boy who stayed up until three in the morning texting me about how great our friendship was. I don’t miss the boy who quickly filled the gap I left with hoards of multiple persons that he thought would compensate for the loss of me. I’m not sure if it really worked. His smiles say yes, but I know his mind works overtime underneath the exterior. And I know I’ll get over this struggle, but I don’t know when, or how long I’ll feel like someone died inside of him and something horrible was bred out of misery.
There were a groups of persons who waited in front of Al’s Gourmet Coffee every morning waiting for free samples of vanilla lattes in tiny paper cups. It wasn’t the coffee that beckoned them, but the milk-swirl illustrations on top of the coffee that the renowned painter-turned coffeeshop owner Al Bernstein drew. These little concoctions – different every day – were worth thousands of dollars when bought in their easel-and-paint form. To drink Al’s paintings was to put a little bit of his soul into your bloodstream. And that was a dream for the hundreds of starving street-artists who waiting in front of the aging brick cornershop at four in the morning.
That word is wrong. it’s just wrong. you can’t say “persons”, it’s “people” what you really mean. Stop repeting it, it’s wrong, it just sounds wrong, it feels wrong to the very core of my soul. That’s when i realized my obsession with grammar was going to influence the rest of my life. Soemtimes for good, sometimes… not so good.
Persons. Same as people. Just a different way of saying something. But isn’t that we try to do all the time? Use euphemisms to lighten the load, steady the inevitable fall? Without dualism and the ability to express ourselves differently, in the same sense, we would not be able to enter a parallel universe of hard-to-fake smiles and hidden tears that everyone seems so anxious to display outside the comforts of the four walls of home.
There are many persons of interests in the world. For example, the most interesting person in the world. It has been surmised that he is the stig- he might also just be the guy from that one Dos Equis commercial. Either way, it is nigh indisputable that they don’t always intrigue us, but when they do, they do it completely.
Hello, I’m a person
I’m not sure what I do here.
Its truly confusing.
There is a bar of purple at the bottom growing
What does it mean?
first of all persons suck. persons are rude very rude. they walk over you and say i love you but dont mean it. persons plus i hate this word i say people!are terrible! like this one girl i meat total bfff…right??? wrong she parades around like a slut which breaks my heart because now every man in my life someohow is now in hers…wel i hate persons ! enough said.
Persons, people, objects, things. Without them we wouldn’t be anything, with them problems fall on us like a raindrop in the wind.
I know some persons. I like ’em a lot. I know some persons. We like to trot. Trotty. Trot. Trot. I know some persons. I like ’em a lot. Woohoo!
persons are just what we think . they are imaginations to pass our time . they can be relatives , helpers , neighbours enemies, friends or strangers.
Treat each others in different ways. There are good people and bad people in the world. Each person is different. One person is more unique than the other.
There were too many. Persons. They were everywhere, and they all wanted me, to kill me, to hurt me. After all, this is what they are programmed to me. Hurt me so they feel no pain, hurt me, so that all persons may…
Humans are ultimately evil and have only their own interests at heart. Don’t trust anyone, sunshine, or you’ll end up regretting it.
No one knows what they’ll become. Perhaps just as much as they promised, probably not enough, considering their potential. Either way we won’t even notice their shift from mediocrity, to success and back again. They are persons unknown, but to the ones that love them, they’re everything.
All persons who write on this website will receive a 750.000 dollar check.
The persons where all looking at me… And I mean ALL. At that moment my normal calm and collected mind turned into a frenzy of mixed emotions and colours. It struck me as weird how something so small as a glance could mess me up like that…
When I was young, I forgot how persons can truly effect you. How one’s love can shape your whole life. How those persons can make you smile, laugh, and cry. How they are your life and you are theirs. It is truly how this society works. Human society thrives of each other.
life full smiles animals science love friends mom boyriend brother together kids play dance passion commitment futbol goals
Friends, family, aquaintances all qualify. Personalities aplenty amongth them all. How to cope, understand, listen and move to a common goal is the hard part.
there are many PEOPLE in this world, 7 every1 of us is different. we are ll awesome too!!!! you only see “persons” on signs that say like this room can only hold 200 peoples
persons. sitting, watching me with their faceless eyes. Every word i say stains them and they shall carry the unforgettable mark that my rough voice carries. I linger within their souls. Don’t you dare act cute.
Every person that you see everywhere you go, has their own book. Their very own story in which they are the hero.
I miss you. All the time.
people that matter, groups, important, parents. unconditionally love, they are there whenever. the persons.
persons. people. humans, we all walk this earth in purpose and outside of it. How we know, when we know, we do not know. life;s biggest mystery is people, we create, destroy, believe, achieve, and royally fuck up the lives we are given, persons.
how many persons do you think you know? and what counts as knowing? have seen twice? have talked to once? have heard ones sad story. everyone has a sad story to tell, you know. if not now, eventually they will have their own. life is full of surprises, life is full of persons, full of surprises.
People; persons. I like watermelons.
Even though I’m surrounded by them I feel like they’re so far away. Each one of them, talking and laughing, their reality is too different. Most people are boring and shallow, and they’ll confine me to their reality. What’s the point of trying to get along with them? I want to stay in my own reality, where nothing that anyone says can harm me or even touch me.
persons made me think of people which i really hate. there’s nothing i hate more than people. but, if we’re talking about persons, i suppose i should write about that word. persons makes me think of liquor stores for some reason. maybe because they sometimes say no more than one persons allowed…maybe thats not a liquor store.
The epilogue of society, swimming in the sea of greed
I see persons wherever I go. At the market on the train. I always wonder what their life is like. I they are thinking about. Then they go along their ws
People are so different. Sometimes their strange and sometimes they are adored. Humanity was meant to be unique. Sometimes people don’t like that. They don’t want differences between them. They all want to be treated the same, and that makes sense. So why did God design humanity like that?
There is always a reason but we don’t know why…
many persons walked in water while the ducks danced in trees and the monkeys showered, those persons smiled and said hi but they got no reply not even a quack
Persons? Why not “people”? I always get confused on when to use one or the other. I remember reading in Elements of Style that one should use one over the other depending on the context, but I forget the specifics. Generally, I would just use “people,” as in: “How many people are coming to the party?” Can one also say, “How many persons are coming to the party?”
people or persons
of interest
are usually not very interesting
the majority
are consumer driven
shells
of an ideal
of what humanity should be
I never understood how that word was proper English. I don’t say “I went to the beach with some persons.” So I guess people is a slang word? I think it is justified in some grammar situations but, necessary? I think not, people suffices just fine.
Persons wanted. Not just one. Roommates for my pleasant beachside flat in North Carolina. No smokers or pets please. Any gender. Open to whistlers.
a lot of persons here, people and birds and dogs, cats.
Why do I miss him? But I don’t miss him. I miss the boy who stayed up until three in the morning texting me about how great our friendship was. I don’t miss the boy who quickly filled the gap I left with hoards of multiple persons that he thought would compensate for the loss of me. I’m not sure if it really worked. His smiles say yes, but I know his mind works overtime underneath the exterior. And I know I’ll get over this struggle, but I don’t know when, or how long I’ll feel like someone died inside of him and something horrible was bred out of misery.
People you see everyday no matter where you are.
There were a groups of persons who waited in front of Al’s Gourmet Coffee every morning waiting for free samples of vanilla lattes in tiny paper cups. It wasn’t the coffee that beckoned them, but the milk-swirl illustrations on top of the coffee that the renowned painter-turned coffeeshop owner Al Bernstein drew. These little concoctions – different every day – were worth thousands of dollars when bought in their easel-and-paint form. To drink Al’s paintings was to put a little bit of his soul into your bloodstream. And that was a dream for the hundreds of starving street-artists who waiting in front of the aging brick cornershop at four in the morning.
That word is wrong. it’s just wrong. you can’t say “persons”, it’s “people” what you really mean. Stop repeting it, it’s wrong, it just sounds wrong, it feels wrong to the very core of my soul. That’s when i realized my obsession with grammar was going to influence the rest of my life. Soemtimes for good, sometimes… not so good.
people just born, live and die. You love them, kill them, hate them, kiss them. then they forget….
love in