She had been sick for years, but she continued to rally to the end showing her strength and love without fear of what was coming, giving those she loved the strength to face it with her.
Rally around the man
The evil man in charge of the world Chattanooga
Smile like you like him for your 5 minutes of fame
You may pay with the lives of your sons and daughters
You may pay with your own
Rally around the President friends
See where destruction ends
I tried to rally to the call of my family and Destiny but in the end, I took a nap. It seems so hard to and so much effort to believe in something passed onto one, instead of what you feel inside. The rally banner falls flat for a generation, and Time, is changed.
As a spy I often had to volunteer for bullshit parties and celebrations which often gave me the creeps because of all the hairy retired spies who wanted to hit on me and show me their washed out moves.
I always had to bring the alcohol that wasn’t mine, I usually stole it from my Aunt Helen who was a drunk dazed old woman always singing about her sons who were most likely dead and her husband who left her for Madonna.
I was certainly the ‘fire’ to the party, mainly because I always set the drapes on fire with a Molotov that I made in storage unit while everyone dance to the Macerana which they didn’t do right.
at the informal rally inside a friend’s house, i said to not choose him at the election
what is it for to choose the owner of the boathouse, if the perks are just to double his collection
we vote not the best image, but for the best future
we win not to bind to a scrimmage, but to give our wound the suture
March through the mud in your heavy, heavy boots. Ignore the burning of your thighs as your legs lift up and over the flooding waters, rushing down the unpaved street and crashing into your knees.
The mob began as a rally, people walking out of homes, cafes, businesses. In large groups they filled the cobblestone streets, stopping at the wide plaza where all the streets in town converged. All at once, they raised empty pint glasses.
“Bring back the beer!” they chanted. “Bring back the beer!”
I never went to these sort of things, but my good friend, Charlene, thought it would be good for me. Fun, she’d said. A distraction. I definitely could use one of those right now. After the humiliatingly public breakup with Brad, I could do with not thinking for a while.
He gathered the troops around him at his desk. He called out to the masses that had flooded the office that today would be the day that they would remember for the rest of their lives. “Take a good look at the man to your left, and you right,” he said, “Because you will never forget him.”
As we gathered on the sidewalk outside the courthouse, I couldn’t help but wonder about all the people who wanted to be here but couldn’t. The people who had to take care of sick kids. The people who didn’t have the luxury of paid time off. “There are so many more of us,” I thought, though the number of people around me was staggering enough already.
They scream they carry their array of signs and recall the leather of the day of rebels. That is what they are, rebels with a message for anybody to read. Anybody who will hear and anybody who has a voice of their own. Will respect the enthusiasm even as they walk out of the building of the smoking habits and advertisements to
In the heat of the courthouse case, the jury came out with Zimmerman’s verdict. He was not guilty. Outside, rallies became violent with groups full of love for Treyvon and groups full of hate for the post soul.
They huddled around the bedside all through the morning, waiting for the rally that never came. That afternoon they had the conference with the doctors and agreed that it would be best to let her go. By midnight the bedside waiting had turned into a quiet, melancholy deathwatch. While there was no hope left, there was, at last, a kind of peace.
O rally here, sweet brothers and sisters. After the last bullet shatters the last bone. so we can see who does breathe and who does not, so that we can weep into our hands together.
We should rally, K says. We should put up some sort of fight. Argue a bit. Something.
But we’re knee-deep in oranges, in the smell of peppermint, and the aliens bring more. We cannot dispute this: we enjoy the favors. Even when they come down among us and take a little something back.
rally the troops, folks. it’s time to get down and dirty. fighting against the man! standing up for what’s right! what’s that they say… “one person can make a difference”? or, like, “many one persons can make a bigger difference”?
A rally is an extremely rapid word in my opinion. It brings back a certain memory to me from when i was 12 and i went to see speedway and rally at the Arena Essex. It was a great night. Chaotic, full of noise and sound.
My father was a car lover. He brought me to a rally one hot Summer’s day, as a desperate attempt to spark some enthusiasm in me for cars. But his efforts were wasted on me.
Sometimes people rally against each other to find a winner. There can be car rally’s and cheerleader rally’s, they are pretty fun to watch from the audience
The troops rallied together. Not really knowing what lay ahead. But together they knew they were making changes…quickly. They would no longer be silent.
And the ball flies. And the ball flows. From racquet to racquet, a sort of dance, though the steps are both known and unknown at the same time. It’s oddly rhythmic, staccato, as the heel drops and the ball bounces.
Perspiration leaks and the fuzzy, synthetic skin of soaks up the humidity in the air. Droplets, water, sweat, fly off in crazy arcs as arms swing and the tennis ball spirals. Brilliant curves, mathematical. Scientific.
Life is like rally. You’re moving with highest speed though sometimes you don’t even understand why. You can’t see the destination but anyway you try as hard as you can to move on and reach the goal. Why we are so hurring? There’s only finish in the end of your way. Why can’t we just enjoy the ride without making a rally of it?!
rally is where all the cars compete to be the first at the finish line a lot of dirt and rain is involved and also a lot of acute turns. Rally is not the safest type of sport there is but there is a certain appeal to it the extreme, the danger the acute turns, he feeling of not knowing if one will survive at the end of the race. also dependence on the one that tells you where to turn. Rally is a good team sport for couples I would say.
The rally, a time and place where people come together and nobody notices anyone except the one stood at the other side of the microphone. Walking by aimlessly to find a spot where you may have the best view, to hear clearly even though anywhere you go would not make a difference to the loudspeaker quality.
He had put his absolute trust in them, faith in every fiber of his being entrusted to his comrades, his brothers-in-arms.
He blindly believed in them, thought it was plain as day that if he called, they would appear, never too late. They would rally around him and support him in every one of his endeavours.
Yet they ignored his pleas for salvation.
They scorned him, looked upon him with looks of disgust as though they knew nought of his existence and lashed blow upon stinging blow on his exhausted, aching body.
He was at his lowest, and they had abandoned him, leaving him for dead.
“He scrubbed one tile of the bathroom floor and collapsed.”
“Geez, that dramatic idiot. Got to give him credit though. I still can’t believe he spouted all that angst while cleaning the bathroom.”
“It’s not like we didn’t warn him about cheeking the dormitory master. Hurry up and kick him awake, or else there’ll be hell to pay when the dorm master comes back.”
To me! To me!
The cry comes
But I cannot stand
I cannot follow
My comrades charge
to stand, to bear
each other forward
into death.
But I am left
to linger here
And die alone.
I cannot rally
I cannot move.
I send my hopes, my prayers
my fading dreams
in my place.
It was the National Day Rally again on the 18 August, about a week after Singapore’s birthday.
As PM Lee Hsien Loong was giving his speech during the rally, I could not help but admire the tremendous effort that PM Lee used to harness support from his die-hard fans. I also cannot help but feel proud of Singapore who has come so much from her humble past and is to strive for the better future ahead of her.
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Rally? I need to rally and focus my energy into doing what I sat down to do. I need to rally and find a job. I need to rally and finish my website. I need to rally and finish my portfolio. Rally is exactly what I need to be doing right now.
come on come on lets do this make up your mind right yeah lets prove its on and on and on for a reason on and on and on and on for us now. make it what you want, take us on a ride, let’s do it big, won’t go home tonight. motivation makes for creation and its you I want to see.
Rally? I need to rally and focus my energy into doing what I sat down to do. I need to rally and find a job. I need to rally and finish my website. I need to rally and finish my portfolio. Rally is the perfect word for me right now.
He went to the rally expecting to change people. To start something truly exceptional. Things never do end up the way we expect them to.
She had been sick for years, but she continued to rally to the end showing her strength and love without fear of what was coming, giving those she loved the strength to face it with her.
Rally around the man
The evil man in charge of the world Chattanooga
Smile like you like him for your 5 minutes of fame
You may pay with the lives of your sons and daughters
You may pay with your own
Rally around the President friends
See where destruction ends
my brain protested
with the onslaught of you
holding up signs, squatting,
singing and shouting
about the dangers of blind
hearts, one-track minds
but my senses held strong,
emotion teargassing logic,
all too happy
to be consumed
by you.
I tried to rally to the call of my family and Destiny but in the end, I took a nap. It seems so hard to and so much effort to believe in something passed onto one, instead of what you feel inside. The rally banner falls flat for a generation, and Time, is changed.
As a spy I often had to volunteer for bullshit parties and celebrations which often gave me the creeps because of all the hairy retired spies who wanted to hit on me and show me their washed out moves.
I always had to bring the alcohol that wasn’t mine, I usually stole it from my Aunt Helen who was a drunk dazed old woman always singing about her sons who were most likely dead and her husband who left her for Madonna.
I was certainly the ‘fire’ to the party, mainly because I always set the drapes on fire with a Molotov that I made in storage unit while everyone dance to the Macerana which they didn’t do right.
at the informal rally inside a friend’s house, i said to not choose him at the election
what is it for to choose the owner of the boathouse, if the perks are just to double his collection
we vote not the best image, but for the best future
we win not to bind to a scrimmage, but to give our wound the suture
Rally the troops!
March through the mud in your heavy, heavy boots. Ignore the burning of your thighs as your legs lift up and over the flooding waters, rushing down the unpaved street and crashing into your knees.
The mob began as a rally, people walking out of homes, cafes, businesses. In large groups they filled the cobblestone streets, stopping at the wide plaza where all the streets in town converged. All at once, they raised empty pint glasses.
“Bring back the beer!” they chanted. “Bring back the beer!”
I never went to these sort of things, but my good friend, Charlene, thought it would be good for me. Fun, she’d said. A distraction. I definitely could use one of those right now. After the humiliatingly public breakup with Brad, I could do with not thinking for a while.
He gathered the troops around him at his desk. He called out to the masses that had flooded the office that today would be the day that they would remember for the rest of their lives. “Take a good look at the man to your left, and you right,” he said, “Because you will never forget him.”
As we gathered on the sidewalk outside the courthouse, I couldn’t help but wonder about all the people who wanted to be here but couldn’t. The people who had to take care of sick kids. The people who didn’t have the luxury of paid time off. “There are so many more of us,” I thought, though the number of people around me was staggering enough already.
“Woooo! Woooo!”
“Jeez, Janae, the rally was an hour ago, you think you could relax now?”
“But I’m so pumped! ‘Merica! Freedom! Woooo!”
“Great law, I’m glad I live in New Zealand.”
“Kiwis! Woooo!”
“Christ.”
They scream they carry their array of signs and recall the leather of the day of rebels. That is what they are, rebels with a message for anybody to read. Anybody who will hear and anybody who has a voice of their own. Will respect the enthusiasm even as they walk out of the building of the smoking habits and advertisements to
In the heat of the courthouse case, the jury came out with Zimmerman’s verdict. He was not guilty. Outside, rallies became violent with groups full of love for Treyvon and groups full of hate for the post soul.
They huddled around the bedside all through the morning, waiting for the rally that never came. That afternoon they had the conference with the doctors and agreed that it would be best to let her go. By midnight the bedside waiting had turned into a quiet, melancholy deathwatch. While there was no hope left, there was, at last, a kind of peace.
O rally here, sweet brothers and sisters. After the last bullet shatters the last bone. so we can see who does breathe and who does not, so that we can weep into our hands together.
We should rally, K says. We should put up some sort of fight. Argue a bit. Something.
But we’re knee-deep in oranges, in the smell of peppermint, and the aliens bring more. We cannot dispute this: we enjoy the favors. Even when they come down among us and take a little something back.
rally the troops, folks. it’s time to get down and dirty. fighting against the man! standing up for what’s right! what’s that they say… “one person can make a difference”? or, like, “many one persons can make a bigger difference”?
i dream about rally racing in a car that would pump my adrenaline like anything.
The pouring rain did not stop the protesters from flooding the streets. Their signs wilted in the rain, but they pressed onward, ever vigilant.
A rally is an extremely rapid word in my opinion. It brings back a certain memory to me from when i was 12 and i went to see speedway and rally at the Arena Essex. It was a great night. Chaotic, full of noise and sound.
My father was a car lover. He brought me to a rally one hot Summer’s day, as a desperate attempt to spark some enthusiasm in me for cars. But his efforts were wasted on me.
Sometimes people rally against each other to find a winner. There can be car rally’s and cheerleader rally’s, they are pretty fun to watch from the audience
The troops rallied together. Not really knowing what lay ahead. But together they knew they were making changes…quickly. They would no longer be silent.
And the ball flies. And the ball flows. From racquet to racquet, a sort of dance, though the steps are both known and unknown at the same time. It’s oddly rhythmic, staccato, as the heel drops and the ball bounces.
Perspiration leaks and the fuzzy, synthetic skin of soaks up the humidity in the air. Droplets, water, sweat, fly off in crazy arcs as arms swing and the tennis ball spirals. Brilliant curves, mathematical. Scientific.
Life is like rally. You’re moving with highest speed though sometimes you don’t even understand why. You can’t see the destination but anyway you try as hard as you can to move on and reach the goal. Why we are so hurring? There’s only finish in the end of your way. Why can’t we just enjoy the ride without making a rally of it?!
rally is where all the cars compete to be the first at the finish line a lot of dirt and rain is involved and also a lot of acute turns. Rally is not the safest type of sport there is but there is a certain appeal to it the extreme, the danger the acute turns, he feeling of not knowing if one will survive at the end of the race. also dependence on the one that tells you where to turn. Rally is a good team sport for couples I would say.
They stood in uniform with wide-set eyes and unusually large foreheads. They cheered, yelled, screeched, tore in anguish, agony, bereavement, love.
The rally, a time and place where people come together and nobody notices anyone except the one stood at the other side of the microphone. Walking by aimlessly to find a spot where you may have the best view, to hear clearly even though anywhere you go would not make a difference to the loudspeaker quality.
She wonders what a rally is, as the crowd around her hollers and goes into rapture for something she doesn’t, wouldn’t and will never believe in.
He had put his absolute trust in them, faith in every fiber of his being entrusted to his comrades, his brothers-in-arms.
He blindly believed in them, thought it was plain as day that if he called, they would appear, never too late. They would rally around him and support him in every one of his endeavours.
Yet they ignored his pleas for salvation.
They scorned him, looked upon him with looks of disgust as though they knew nought of his existence and lashed blow upon stinging blow on his exhausted, aching body.
He was at his lowest, and they had abandoned him, leaving him for dead.
“He scrubbed one tile of the bathroom floor and collapsed.”
“Geez, that dramatic idiot. Got to give him credit though. I still can’t believe he spouted all that angst while cleaning the bathroom.”
“It’s not like we didn’t warn him about cheeking the dormitory master. Hurry up and kick him awake, or else there’ll be hell to pay when the dorm master comes back.”
He rallied his friends to help him.
Yet they turned their backs on him, looked upon him with looks of disgust, scorned him.
They abandoned him when he was at his lowest.
“No, we will not help you clean the toilet. We did warn you about cheeking the dormitory master, idiot.”
To me! To me!
The cry comes
But I cannot stand
I cannot follow
My comrades charge
to stand, to bear
each other forward
into death.
But I am left
to linger here
And die alone.
I cannot rally
I cannot move.
I send my hopes, my prayers
my fading dreams
in my place.
the rally is about to begin…………………………… deep breath……………….. on your marks…………..get set……………………………………..GOOOOOOOOOOO!
It was the National Day Rally again on the 18 August, about a week after Singapore’s birthday.
As PM Lee Hsien Loong was giving his speech during the rally, I could not help but admire the tremendous effort that PM Lee used to harness support from his die-hard fans. I also cannot help but feel proud of Singapore who has come so much from her humble past and is to strive for the better future ahead of her.
wall street tumblr south park history mike wolf mike lee apartment moving in music sex parties moving out cat love luke hot cute attractive dave best friend love kiss date dan cute
Rally? I need to rally and focus my energy into doing what I sat down to do. I need to rally and find a job. I need to rally and finish my website. I need to rally and finish my portfolio. Rally is exactly what I need to be doing right now.
come on come on lets do this make up your mind right yeah lets prove its on and on and on for a reason on and on and on and on for us now. make it what you want, take us on a ride, let’s do it big, won’t go home tonight. motivation makes for creation and its you I want to see.
Rally? I need to rally and focus my energy into doing what I sat down to do. I need to rally and find a job. I need to rally and finish my website. I need to rally and finish my portfolio. Rally is the perfect word for me right now.