It was clearly a radical thing to do. i mean, skydiving isn’t part of the everyday agenda. i loved the freedom and the thrill, but this was taking it too far. too many risks and too many variables. can a hing truly be too radical for me?
Radical moventments in the world have been seen all over. To me the best one was supporting gay rights and people coming out and marching and showing themselves. Showing who they really are and not being scared. We’re a radical group of people that want the same rights as everyone else. Why is that so hard to see? To grasp? Whats going to happen if gays get married? We’ll get married and it won’t affect anyone else, will it? No. So get your head out of your ass and deal with it. It’s the 21st century for gods sake.
“It’s a radical new experiment–I’m not sure it’s ready for testing!” Susan exclaimed. Her eyes narrowed as David only smiled at her. “No. No–you didn’t!”
“Mmmm,” he answered, turning away.
“Well, was it at least successful!?” she demanded, grabbing his shoulder.
“Why don’t you ask him yourself?” he answered, opening the door.
Sitting in the middle of the next room under the intense burn of a lone light was a young man–scrawny, blond, blue eyed, and seemingly perfectly normal.
Radical is the man inside all of us. It inspires us to change that which cannot be changed by the people who stand by a view. Radical change is achievable by all, but only few CHOOSE to create the skills to reach the point where he or she will be able to spread their opinions to achieve such. Radical man.
Makes me think of radial which makes me think of circles. It also makes me think of rad which is a stupid word that sounds like red and it sounds like it was popular in the 80s. Yeah
I want to be a radical. To radically live life to the fullest. To radically embraces love and happiness. I want a life that is radically different from what I have now, that I embrace to the fullest.
He was known as “the Radical” by most people. But no one seemed to know why. He never did anything especially radical or even remotely interesting. He just seemed to meander to class each day, shuffling his feet and looking at the ground. He didnt talk in class and almost never did his homework. But i wondered was there something more beneath this appearance, maybe he did deserve his nickname. Or maybe it had just been picked randomly like many other nicknames are. But I being sometimes described as too curious decided to find out.
He laid a hand on her stomach. It was still soft, as he had always remembered it, but he knew that a cyclone churned underneath. The free radicals she’d been exposed to during her work had permeated her bloodstream, and now even opening her eyes was a challenge. He lowered his head, closed his eyes, and sighed. The best he could wish for her now was a quick death.
After cutting,trimming,washing,dyeing and blow-drying,he drew the curtain on the mirror with a flamboyant flourish,revealing a brunette with sparkling eyes.
“Wow,that’s actually kind of radical…” I said lamely.
I mean,I was previously platinum blonde!
Radical. Anything that’s different, unexpected or surprising. Thinking differently, acting differently and not considering or caring about the consequences. Being self-confident about yourself and not concerning about what other people think or say. There’s a quote written by Dr Seuss that applies to this and it goes “Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.”
Radical is a great word. I think it means awesome, cool, or “far-out”. One time I was called weird, and I think that word is slightly synonomous with raidcal. In which case, radical is a very cool word. because being weird is very good.
in her straight gray skinnies and that sort-of-loose-but-mostly-tight jacket she looked anything but. inside, though, everything was rainbow, and sometimes she could hear the echoes of her soul, at night, when the moonlight sliced through blinds she’d forgotten to close, onto her bare feet.
Im radical by loving, by thinking, by having you in my mind, and loving and thinking about it. Its radical, histerical, ironic, my love isnt enough, my love isnt radical enough, Im not crazy enough. Im not free enough. I need you, I need freedom.
Radiscal insurgents have recently entered the third reich, and the Nazis are short on arms. The walls seem thinner tonight. The bombs sound louder. Were making progress. This is the advantage weve been waiting for.
“radical!”
“i know dude. totally gnarly.”
despite the fact that half the fingers of his left hand were missing, Benji had a massive grin on his barely-bearded face.
that book that david platt wrote. something vaguely related to chemistry. Jesus. ghandi. mother theresa. steve jobs. radical inspires me. i don’t think radical-ness is attained in the way most people think though–it’s not just being weird but being good and kind.
Nothing extremely radical is going on in my life. Each day is the same. Wake up, classes, study, sleep. The most radical thing in life right now is probably counting down the days until I go home. I am not happy lately, I feel alone, I don’t know where I belong. Quite honestly I am lost.
Radical movements of people’s true views have shaped the world into what it really is today, if politicians and certain very radical citizens have not tried to change the world then the world would be a very ignorant place.
A radical. Radical, or extreme. Look down on radicals? Look down on those who live life to the extreme? Why should we only be blasé? Screw that. Let’s join the radicals.
Radical. That’s suicide. Really radical. That old cliche “a permanent solution to a temporary problem. But the truth is, most problems are tempory. This is a temporal world. How can you help someone who is so achingly exhausted with life that they can’t see how they can go on?
Major change makers. Warping the world in a drastic way. Not thinking. Just doing. Outside of the box. Unlike anything seen before. Crazy. Different. Away from all normal things. Hysteria.
I am not human.
I am much less.
I only hurt those
I feel are close to me.
I belong in the ground.
Even there, I would be
surrounded by things
greater than I.
There was no one around so he pulled out the guitar, untouched for the past four years. His Dad gave it to him, he hated to think of his Dad. As he hit the first string he thought back to the time he was 5 and listened to his Dad playing in the kitchen. There was nothing better. Now he feels differently.
There was paint drying in the creased skin on her elbow, and it was going to itch and peel soon. It was on her clothing, too, but that didn’t matter because they were her shop clothes, and they were stiff with old stage paint already.
The paint on her cheeks cracked when she smiled. She’d forgotten to put on sunscreen; tonight she’d go home and wash off the paint and find tan lines in the oddest pattern, and it would take days for her face to go back to normal.
It didn’t matter.
She felt like a warrior, face painted with the tribal indications of war, or an actress dolled up for the cameras. A fighter, or a performer. She picked up her sign, and stepped into the teeming, angry crowd, and was both at once.
Like what, she was going to do something big and bad? Oh wait, maybe she was just trying to be dramatic. Keyword here being ‘trying’. Like, hello? Who needs another drama queen in the world, seriously.
If it were up to me, I think I’d do something radical and I’m not talking about running out on some crazy adventure or dyeing my hair pink. Though now that you mention it, I hate pink. It’s the most ridiculous color ever. No wait, that’s Barbie. Barbie is the most ridiculous…ugh, who cares?
I can clap on a radical time without any kind of pre-preparedness. It’s a skill I cultivated while interred in the third grade, lots of days ago. I’ll admit it was brought about by necessity, but since then it has remained as a standard and well-loved attribute of my many qualities.
Radical dreamers. Change. Extremes are undesirable. You want to achieve a balance. You cannot achieve a balance without resorting to extremes. Paradox. Hypocrisy.
It was crazy. 100% absolutely crazy. But he wanted to do it anyway. After all, Geoff wanted to leave high school with a bang. What better way to do it than this? Everybody wanted him to do it, and hey- you can only pull off one senior prank. It was the perfect plan, everything was ready, but he was still unsure. What would the others say? Kathy? Who knew?
Radical Is something they don’t teach in your schools. It’s something you find. It can change the world if you let it mean something to you. Find your radical. Thrive in it and be human.
A new thing – colorful, spikey, hot, sparkling, blooming in newness. Shocking sometimes in its brightness. Radical opinions are those that, with or without firm basis, titillate the yearning in all of us for the controversial and the fringe.
It was clearly a radical thing to do. i mean, skydiving isn’t part of the everyday agenda. i loved the freedom and the thrill, but this was taking it too far. too many risks and too many variables. can a hing truly be too radical for me?
Radical moventments in the world have been seen all over. To me the best one was supporting gay rights and people coming out and marching and showing themselves. Showing who they really are and not being scared. We’re a radical group of people that want the same rights as everyone else. Why is that so hard to see? To grasp? Whats going to happen if gays get married? We’ll get married and it won’t affect anyone else, will it? No. So get your head out of your ass and deal with it. It’s the 21st century for gods sake.
“It’s a radical new experiment–I’m not sure it’s ready for testing!” Susan exclaimed. Her eyes narrowed as David only smiled at her. “No. No–you didn’t!”
“Mmmm,” he answered, turning away.
“Well, was it at least successful!?” she demanded, grabbing his shoulder.
“Why don’t you ask him yourself?” he answered, opening the door.
Sitting in the middle of the next room under the intense burn of a lone light was a young man–scrawny, blond, blue eyed, and seemingly perfectly normal.
what words remind me of my childhood…gnarly, bitchin, radical…it was a good time of limited self expression :)
Radical is the man inside all of us. It inspires us to change that which cannot be changed by the people who stand by a view. Radical change is achievable by all, but only few CHOOSE to create the skills to reach the point where he or she will be able to spread their opinions to achieve such. Radical man.
Its really too late for me to be awake. Im in this half medicated dream state. Radical are the feelings i have about this big move.
Radical.
Radical?
Hm.
What to do.
…
The radical party…
No,
The party was radical..
No,
Racial’d?
What?
Makes me think of radial which makes me think of circles. It also makes me think of rad which is a stupid word that sounds like red and it sounds like it was popular in the 80s. Yeah
I want to be a radical. To radically live life to the fullest. To radically embraces love and happiness. I want a life that is radically different from what I have now, that I embrace to the fullest.
face. but when I see this face it’s not screaming, its quite and calm and still…more radical than any body could ever be.
completly silent.
but not empty.
Radical.
That’s what he is.
All the things he’s done, without warning, without reason.
For me, and only me.
But does he love me? No.
He was known as “the Radical” by most people. But no one seemed to know why. He never did anything especially radical or even remotely interesting. He just seemed to meander to class each day, shuffling his feet and looking at the ground. He didnt talk in class and almost never did his homework. But i wondered was there something more beneath this appearance, maybe he did deserve his nickname. Or maybe it had just been picked randomly like many other nicknames are. But I being sometimes described as too curious decided to find out.
He laid a hand on her stomach. It was still soft, as he had always remembered it, but he knew that a cyclone churned underneath. The free radicals she’d been exposed to during her work had permeated her bloodstream, and now even opening her eyes was a challenge. He lowered his head, closed his eyes, and sighed. The best he could wish for her now was a quick death.
i never thought myself good enough. and you just
leaned over
and kissed me on the cheek
in that way of yours.
we learned to smile.
i wasn’t lucky to have found you.
i wasn’t lucky to have loved you.
but you were the closest i ever had to
something not miserable.
radical, dude; radical dude.
slow, children; slow children
party on, dudes; party on dudes.
“Natural?”he enquired.
“Natural it is,” I agreed.
After cutting,trimming,washing,dyeing and blow-drying,he drew the curtain on the mirror with a flamboyant flourish,revealing a brunette with sparkling eyes.
“Wow,that’s actually kind of radical…” I said lamely.
I mean,I was previously platinum blonde!
Radical. Anything that’s different, unexpected or surprising. Thinking differently, acting differently and not considering or caring about the consequences. Being self-confident about yourself and not concerning about what other people think or say. There’s a quote written by Dr Seuss that applies to this and it goes “Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.”
Radical is a great word. I think it means awesome, cool, or “far-out”. One time I was called weird, and I think that word is slightly synonomous with raidcal. In which case, radical is a very cool word. because being weird is very good.
in her straight gray skinnies and that sort-of-loose-but-mostly-tight jacket she looked anything but. inside, though, everything was rainbow, and sometimes she could hear the echoes of her soul, at night, when the moonlight sliced through blinds she’d forgotten to close, onto her bare feet.
Im radical by loving, by thinking, by having you in my mind, and loving and thinking about it. Its radical, histerical, ironic, my love isnt enough, my love isnt radical enough, Im not crazy enough. Im not free enough. I need you, I need freedom.
Radiscal insurgents have recently entered the third reich, and the Nazis are short on arms. The walls seem thinner tonight. The bombs sound louder. Were making progress. This is the advantage weve been waiting for.
The sons of liberty were a radical religious group. Radical means extreme. “Radical” usually has a bad connotation to it.
“radical!”
“i know dude. totally gnarly.”
despite the fact that half the fingers of his left hand were missing, Benji had a massive grin on his barely-bearded face.
that book that david platt wrote. something vaguely related to chemistry. Jesus. ghandi. mother theresa. steve jobs. radical inspires me. i don’t think radical-ness is attained in the way most people think though–it’s not just being weird but being good and kind.
Nothing extremely radical is going on in my life. Each day is the same. Wake up, classes, study, sleep. The most radical thing in life right now is probably counting down the days until I go home. I am not happy lately, I feel alone, I don’t know where I belong. Quite honestly I am lost.
Radical movements of people’s true views have shaped the world into what it really is today, if politicians and certain very radical citizens have not tried to change the world then the world would be a very ignorant place.
A radical. Radical, or extreme. Look down on radicals? Look down on those who live life to the extreme? Why should we only be blasé? Screw that. Let’s join the radicals.
Radical. That’s suicide. Really radical. That old cliche “a permanent solution to a temporary problem. But the truth is, most problems are tempory. This is a temporal world. How can you help someone who is so achingly exhausted with life that they can’t see how they can go on?
Major change makers. Warping the world in a drastic way. Not thinking. Just doing. Outside of the box. Unlike anything seen before. Crazy. Different. Away from all normal things. Hysteria.
I am not human.
I am much less.
I only hurt those
I feel are close to me.
I belong in the ground.
Even there, I would be
surrounded by things
greater than I.
There was no one around so he pulled out the guitar, untouched for the past four years. His Dad gave it to him, he hated to think of his Dad. As he hit the first string he thought back to the time he was 5 and listened to his Dad playing in the kitchen. There was nothing better. Now he feels differently.
“Radical.”
He got a collection of stares when he said it, and a few giggles.
“What?” He turned to the girl at his side. “What’s funny?”
“Radical.” Kelly repeated. “Radical. Really, Hayden?”
“Really.” He grinned. “It’s my new word, Kell-Bell, get used to it.”
There was paint drying in the creased skin on her elbow, and it was going to itch and peel soon. It was on her clothing, too, but that didn’t matter because they were her shop clothes, and they were stiff with old stage paint already.
The paint on her cheeks cracked when she smiled. She’d forgotten to put on sunscreen; tonight she’d go home and wash off the paint and find tan lines in the oddest pattern, and it would take days for her face to go back to normal.
It didn’t matter.
She felt like a warrior, face painted with the tribal indications of war, or an actress dolled up for the cameras. A fighter, or a performer. She picked up her sign, and stepped into the teeming, angry crowd, and was both at once.
Radical?
Like what, she was going to do something big and bad? Oh wait, maybe she was just trying to be dramatic. Keyword here being ‘trying’. Like, hello? Who needs another drama queen in the world, seriously.
If it were up to me, I think I’d do something radical and I’m not talking about running out on some crazy adventure or dyeing my hair pink. Though now that you mention it, I hate pink. It’s the most ridiculous color ever. No wait, that’s Barbie. Barbie is the most ridiculous…ugh, who cares?
*work of fiction.
It’s a radical Idea, I said. He couldn’t disagree more. I thought floating the chair would be completely radical!
I can clap on a radical time without any kind of pre-preparedness. It’s a skill I cultivated while interred in the third grade, lots of days ago. I’ll admit it was brought about by necessity, but since then it has remained as a standard and well-loved attribute of my many qualities.
Radical dreamers. Change. Extremes are undesirable. You want to achieve a balance. You cannot achieve a balance without resorting to extremes. Paradox. Hypocrisy.
It was crazy. 100% absolutely crazy. But he wanted to do it anyway. After all, Geoff wanted to leave high school with a bang. What better way to do it than this? Everybody wanted him to do it, and hey- you can only pull off one senior prank. It was the perfect plan, everything was ready, but he was still unsure. What would the others say? Kathy? Who knew?
Radical Is something they don’t teach in your schools. It’s something you find. It can change the world if you let it mean something to you. Find your radical. Thrive in it and be human.
A new thing – colorful, spikey, hot, sparkling, blooming in newness. Shocking sometimes in its brightness. Radical opinions are those that, with or without firm basis, titillate the yearning in all of us for the controversial and the fringe.