He was ramping up the music full of rum and coke
when a voice at the door it suddenly spoke
It said turn that racket down or I’ll call the police
but the noise of the music it did not cease
so the voice got louder and shouted who he was
was the downstairs neighbour so i said i’m very soz
He said all year long i’ve been putting up with this
And that was my first year living in Cádiz
I don’t know what to say about ramps. They’re super helpful for people with disabilities. So that’s kinda awesome. And they’re great for skateboarding. I used to love using ramps on my rollerblades
a ramp is a piece of pavement that is inclined and you walk on it to get to or go down to another level. It could be used by people with disabilities to be able to access building.
On a bleak mid-January day it is hard to find the energy to pursue a goal or dream. All the energy made available to me on this day is used on just plodding through the snow and making it up the icy freeway entrance ramp.
At my dad’s house, we have a PS3 game called Driver San Franciso. On this game, there are vehicles we call “ramp cars”. We call them this because well, they’re cars with a ramp on them. Quite often when we find them, we ramp them and wreck our cars. Man, that game is fun!
imperturbable ramp
don’t goad me on my way up your steep hill
I seek to launch off you,
into the sparkly waters of the Oceanside
that floats my rubber duck.
I received the child support letter in the mail man
we were waiting on it through Christmas
now that its 2017, I wanted to dismiss
all the crisp tips
and live up to red lips and potato chips.
Now what, bills eat up all my cash flow, left with
nothing but lint leaves,
although I’m eating well
ambitions retreat when a few extra bucks are all
but I’m only treat.
Here it goes, meet that person,
keep on rehearsing affirmations within frontal cortex’s closet.
Sooner or later, perseverance, deposits
metals that aren’t homed by copper.
something skateboarders ride down, or trucks use to stop in the icy roads, an angle that is used to elevate or stop something, or to change an object’s course in time
James looked down the mountainesque drop, 300 feet down to the bottom. The ramp 100 yards away from where he stood. He held his skateboard close to the edge, “This is it” he thought.
After seeing the word, first thought came to my mind as I studied civil engineering is ramp as a bridge.
But the gilr in me over took that and made me think of ramp walk.
She pushed, the incline starting to get to her.
“Uh, do you need help?”
“Nope! I’m a strong, independent woman and I– yes, please, I’m slipping.”
She saw a set of arms reach above her and a pair of palms set flat against the box. “I got it.”
I looked at the ramp at my school building. It was dirty. So dirty that it is almost offensive. But when a complain shows up, all the authorities could say is better than not having anything. What ridicule!
So he decided to take the off ramp heading for a part of town he had not traveled through before.
it was not the best of neighborhoods by all appearances.
Starting with the “Squeegee” guys at the stop sign. They had an air of menace about them.
I loooked at the ramp, what made them think I’d want to use that? I got out of my chair and struggled up the two steps, more out of detrimination, alothough it hurt my hip.
I like ramps. When I was a little kid, on my first day of school, I was afraid of walking on the ramp. I thought I would slide off and fall. For nearly a month after my first day, I never stepped on it. This one boy thought the same way.
Ramps make me think of going the wrong direction I saw a car enter the freeway going the wrong way when I was a kid and ever since ramps represent that to me going the wrong way on a highway at night
Every video ever has someone riding a bike off a ramp, then proceeding to fall flat on their face.
If you are my dad, on the other hand, he used a ramp we owned and turned it into a snowplow.
Finally, a good use for those things.
duke boys
let the general fly
evel knievel
do or die
bmx
motocross
monster trucks
time to get high
accelerate
hit it hard
touch the sky
life
ramp it up
we stick to all that we have. we run and we hide and we find. but you were a ramp, you know. a ramp to better things. i was stuck on the ground with these old boxes full of happiness and sorrow (can’t have one without the other) and you were the ramp to help me pull them on to new things.
They’d been promising it as long as she lived there. She waited for an assistant to come help her. 5 years and a million promises later and it still wasn’t here. Her assistant this time was a harried young man with acne and hair in his face. He lifted her wheelchair and helped her get inside. She turned, looking over her shoulder. If only, she thought, promises were as easy to keep as they were to make.
The ramp is huge. Insurmountable. There’s no way his arms can get him up that, no way she can make it inside. She has to.
“It’s alright. You can do it.” She says to herself. She moves forward, strains herself. And then, with a final bump, she’s there, and looking into the faces of her classmates for the first time since the accident.
ramp up darling, go fast go fast. the car rushed forward and we jerk with it. our necks went back as we got stuck and you kissed me there. and we got stuck too. lets stay stuck in snow. let’s just be here
He slid his hands over the wheels, forcing his chair up the shallow incline and navigating the bars with no small amount of trepidation. It had only been a few months since he’d lost his legs, so he shouldn’t be this nervous. He’d had plenty of practice. Still, the guide rails only provided anxiety instead of comfort.
Marina stopped and leaning over, tried to catch her breath. She had run up a hill and jumped over a railing to a ramp up the side of a hill in the park near her house. She stopped to listen. Nothing. Leaning against the wall, she relaxed. A shadow blocked out the weak winter sun. “Hello, were you running from me?”
The wheelchair ramp to the grocery store had been blocked by some redneck, neckbeared douchenozzle who felt like his enormous, tiny-dick-compensating hummer deserved to take up all the space. So we left the guy screaming at the top of his lungs after discovering that the entire hood of his giant vehicular beast had been coated with silly string, and his two front tires slashed, as my paraplegic friend raised a middle finger to the sky at him from the safety of our own car, which was tucked in the corner of the parking lot, far away from the hillbilly banshee.
It helps people get to places. People that might otherwise be unable to reach there. Ramps help you merge onto highways. They aid people. Help things move.
Life is a ramp. We walk, all different, all unique, all suiting ourselves into fashion skins of our own kind. Whether we like the walk or we don’t, the stage is already set and waits for none. So what if you think you are going to fail? Most people do not even realize their potentials until they start.
He was ramping up the music full of rum and coke
when a voice at the door it suddenly spoke
It said turn that racket down or I’ll call the police
but the noise of the music it did not cease
so the voice got louder and shouted who he was
was the downstairs neighbour so i said i’m very soz
He said all year long i’ve been putting up with this
And that was my first year living in Cádiz
Ramp…ramp it up! Get psyched! Use the ramp to intensify your actions and get to your goals faster. Slide down your ramp to success!
I watched as nurses and doctors hurried down symmetrical corridors, rushing patients lying on stretchers down ramps and from the emergency rooms.
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The ramp was long and windy. I stared down it with trepidation. Could I really bike down this
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The car geting closer, and closer. then it hit the ramp and went soaring! the crowd goes wild!
I don’t know what to say about ramps. They’re super helpful for people with disabilities. So that’s kinda awesome. And they’re great for skateboarding. I used to love using ramps on my rollerblades
Ha idk. I just want to lay around doing nothing but cry. I can’t though. I have people. I just don’t want them to see me weak because they need me…
a ramp is a piece of pavement that is inclined and you walk on it to get to or go down to another level. It could be used by people with disabilities to be able to access building.
On a bleak mid-January day it is hard to find the energy to pursue a goal or dream. All the energy made available to me on this day is used on just plodding through the snow and making it up the icy freeway entrance ramp.
At my dad’s house, we have a PS3 game called Driver San Franciso. On this game, there are vehicles we call “ramp cars”. We call them this because well, they’re cars with a ramp on them. Quite often when we find them, we ramp them and wreck our cars. Man, that game is fun!
The end of the bride,
coated in sheer ice.
Enough to make one fall;
yet I still stand.
The path through the woods,
blocked by a web of branches;
each ready to entangle feet,
yet still I stand.
imperturbable ramp
don’t goad me on my way up your steep hill
I seek to launch off you,
into the sparkly waters of the Oceanside
that floats my rubber duck.
I received the child support letter in the mail man
we were waiting on it through Christmas
now that its 2017, I wanted to dismiss
all the crisp tips
and live up to red lips and potato chips.
Now what, bills eat up all my cash flow, left with
nothing but lint leaves,
although I’m eating well
ambitions retreat when a few extra bucks are all
but I’m only treat.
Here it goes, meet that person,
keep on rehearsing affirmations within frontal cortex’s closet.
Sooner or later, perseverance, deposits
metals that aren’t homed by copper.
something skateboarders ride down, or trucks use to stop in the icy roads, an angle that is used to elevate or stop something, or to change an object’s course in time
James looked down the mountainesque drop, 300 feet down to the bottom. The ramp 100 yards away from where he stood. He held his skateboard close to the edge, “This is it” he thought.
After seeing the word, first thought came to my mind as I studied civil engineering is ramp as a bridge.
But the gilr in me over took that and made me think of ramp walk.
She pushed, the incline starting to get to her.
“Uh, do you need help?”
“Nope! I’m a strong, independent woman and I– yes, please, I’m slipping.”
She saw a set of arms reach above her and a pair of palms set flat against the box. “I got it.”
This traffic is horrific. I hate the Capital Beltway, I can see the off ramp I need. Move you stooges! I have places to be!!
I looked at the ramp at my school building. It was dirty. So dirty that it is almost offensive. But when a complain shows up, all the authorities could say is better than not having anything. What ridicule!
The ramp was very steep. I ran a car down the ramp.
oihjvn jgiohsvkjzn ooinsoginv
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So he decided to take the off ramp heading for a part of town he had not traveled through before.
it was not the best of neighborhoods by all appearances.
Starting with the “Squeegee” guys at the stop sign. They had an air of menace about them.
I loooked at the ramp, what made them think I’d want to use that? I got out of my chair and struggled up the two steps, more out of detrimination, alothough it hurt my hip.
ESCALATION
This has gone too far. Too far.
I like ramps. When I was a little kid, on my first day of school, I was afraid of walking on the ramp. I thought I would slide off and fall. For nearly a month after my first day, I never stepped on it. This one boy thought the same way.
Ramps make me think of going the wrong direction I saw a car enter the freeway going the wrong way when I was a kid and ever since ramps represent that to me going the wrong way on a highway at night
skate tough
be rough
if gentleness is your thing
rawer rows every day
hoes and bros
are okay
Every video ever has someone riding a bike off a ramp, then proceeding to fall flat on their face.
If you are my dad, on the other hand, he used a ramp we owned and turned it into a snowplow.
Finally, a good use for those things.
duke boys
let the general fly
evel knievel
do or die
bmx
motocross
monster trucks
time to get high
accelerate
hit it hard
touch the sky
life
ramp it up
we stick to all that we have. we run and we hide and we find. but you were a ramp, you know. a ramp to better things. i was stuck on the ground with these old boxes full of happiness and sorrow (can’t have one without the other) and you were the ramp to help me pull them on to new things.
They’d been promising it as long as she lived there. She waited for an assistant to come help her. 5 years and a million promises later and it still wasn’t here. Her assistant this time was a harried young man with acne and hair in his face. He lifted her wheelchair and helped her get inside. She turned, looking over her shoulder. If only, she thought, promises were as easy to keep as they were to make.
The ramp is huge. Insurmountable. There’s no way his arms can get him up that, no way she can make it inside. She has to.
“It’s alright. You can do it.” She says to herself. She moves forward, strains herself. And then, with a final bump, she’s there, and looking into the faces of her classmates for the first time since the accident.
ramp up darling, go fast go fast. the car rushed forward and we jerk with it. our necks went back as we got stuck and you kissed me there. and we got stuck too. lets stay stuck in snow. let’s just be here
He slid his hands over the wheels, forcing his chair up the shallow incline and navigating the bars with no small amount of trepidation. It had only been a few months since he’d lost his legs, so he shouldn’t be this nervous. He’d had plenty of practice. Still, the guide rails only provided anxiety instead of comfort.
Marina stopped and leaning over, tried to catch her breath. She had run up a hill and jumped over a railing to a ramp up the side of a hill in the park near her house. She stopped to listen. Nothing. Leaning against the wall, she relaxed. A shadow blocked out the weak winter sun. “Hello, were you running from me?”
The wheelchair ramp to the grocery store had been blocked by some redneck, neckbeared douchenozzle who felt like his enormous, tiny-dick-compensating hummer deserved to take up all the space. So we left the guy screaming at the top of his lungs after discovering that the entire hood of his giant vehicular beast had been coated with silly string, and his two front tires slashed, as my paraplegic friend raised a middle finger to the sky at him from the safety of our own car, which was tucked in the corner of the parking lot, far away from the hillbilly banshee.
It helps people get to places. People that might otherwise be unable to reach there. Ramps help you merge onto highways. They aid people. Help things move.
Life is a ramp. We walk, all different, all unique, all suiting ourselves into fashion skins of our own kind. Whether we like the walk or we don’t, the stage is already set and waits for none. So what if you think you are going to fail? Most people do not even realize their potentials until they start.