recall all the information you’ve ever known. everything is already been done, according to buddha et al. there’s nothing you can’t figure out, nothing you can’t remember. i remember your face, and my face next to yours, it looked like one for a time, split in two like time usually does, it’s all we can do when faced with a clock.
I can recall what it was like to be in love with someone else but when i recall it it doesn’t really seem like love so much at all anymore. But can you really recall feelings, or just events and happenings?
recall. I wonder if he will re-call. No, that’s not it, it’s recall, like remember. Do we have to call up our memories like a book from the stack in the National Library? Call them in like a lover calling across the waves?
She couldn’t recall the last time she’d been so happy, so content, so loved. She was with the man she loved most in the world, she had trustworthy friends, and death actually wasn’t really death.
i recall when everything was okay, and when nothing was bad. i recall being younger, being dressed up in fancy dresses and being placed on riverbanks, or bridges, and being photographed on every birthday. i recall playing games with my father who is now a hating, alcoholic, argumentative man who wants nothing to do with me. i recall having love. i recall feeling secure. i wish it was more than just recall.
recall.. memories.. I remember my T.Y.B.A. years distinctly.. we had to do experiments in cognitive psychology, testing our memory and ability to recall and such.. It was real fun as long as we would not have to sit down and carry out those experiments forgrades you know.. following the minutest instructions to the t…
i recall long ago, that there was someone standing at my bed, whether it was a dream or not i cannot say. They were so very sad, though. I recall the tears like rain that ran down their cheeks drowning me slowly in their saltiness. It was so long ago, I don’t remember the face only the tears. Nothing more
i do recall
how i used to love you
how you hurt me so
but it was all my fault
all my fault
that emotional pain
brought me actual pain
all my fault
that i recognized i had feelings for you
all
my
fault.
I stood in the doorway my mind running of all the things that i could be doing. But I was only thinking of him. He was standing in the sunlight only a mirage, because who could love when they were afraid of it? Only to love and love again.
I recall the time when I first saw Mike. He walked into the room, hair a little damp from a shower, wearing a Quicksilver t shirt..looking rather uncomfortable. He said hello and sat behind me as we got on with work. He hardly said anything else and soon disappeared. Only to appear and stay in my life.
I recall the day I met her. I was so nervous coming down the escalator, looking around hoping to see her standing there waiting. Instead I saw this girl sitting in one of the chairs by the baggage claim. She had a green shirt with her dark hair past her shoulders and one of those cloth WWF panda bags, her smile made all of my nerves disappear.
Jame froze. He recalled that earlier in the day he say Jenkins with a hammer. Was it the same hammer that killed Holly? Jame had to find out… Jenkins, the gardener, never seemed like the kind of man that had the spine to murder someone. He was always so quiet and kept to himself. Could it be that he had a sick, secret side to him?
As I recall, I have never been skydiving. As if that would matter in a situation like this. It was us VS. them and practice wasn’t going to set us apart. I was on the plane, thousands of feet in the air, looking down at the unforgiving ground.
The last time I saw my friend had to be more than 15 years ago. I remember the first time I bumped into her at an old coffee shop; she had been looking at old antiques, I was trying to hard to hold onto my pile of books I was trying to bring to the front counter. We hit it off after that initial spat. We had another cup of coffee and chatted the rest of the day away.
I can’t recall what time it was. My sister told me that my father had died. I knew he was sick, but they didn’t tell me he was dying. I was so naive–we had been to the hospital–we’d seen him get so skinny. He looked like a prisoner of the Nazi Concentration camps.
What I can recall was his voice, his smile, his after-shave smell. I can recall the way he’d call my name when he would call out for some water for his pills. I can recall when he bought the tent and took us camping right before he died. I recall how we sent him on a plane, and how we took separate cars to the airport, how we had gotten a flat tire, how we never got to say goodbye.
I recall selling everything we had in a yard sale in order to get to him in Florida. I recall we were an hour too late.
I recall that I was only eight-years-old when I was told my father died.
The last thing i recall about that night was coming home and spilling clam chowder all over myself and my bed.. i remember
turning on my computer and watching something.. that is it.
btw Total Recall is awesome!!
I recall a day when i felt super excited to wake up. It was amazing and heart wrenching. That day has passed and now I wake up with the same excitement as a dead snail. Life is a boring merry go round and it never stops, and you never get the pony you wanted.
i dont know wht the hel to write about recall, i have never recalled anything in my life, this test is silly, anyways, as i recall you were an ass, leave me alone please, this really is not goin to work is it, blah, bye bitch kiss myass, recall this!!!!!
I don’t recall ever thinking of you like that, or imagining you like this. I do recall being pursued then dropped like a hot potato. Actually not dropped, cause its like you don’t wanna let me go but you don’t wanna go forward either. Its selfish. But I recall yesterday night when I cried.
i recalled a time when there was one owl and a horse and they swam in the sea by the beach into the shore of the shoe when they were younger and time has passed so quickly that no one knows what is happening anymore but they recalled it anyway just for fun even though it didn’t make any sense to anyone at all
I recall our first kiss and how you pulled me into you. I have never been kissed with so much intensity and passion. I recall all of our passion and how I knew you would hurt me, but it didn’t matter. We barely speak now. I recall you telling me you made a mistake with your decision. Yesterday, you told me that you continuously still believe it was a mistake; come back.
Do you recall the time I tried to pick you up? Boy, was that embarrassing. A little too much vino in the disco. And you such an uprite Catholic boy. Did’t you become a priest?
ogm , i don’t really know what to write about this but i think this whole thing is really cool to do . . oh man , i recall telling the girls i met here, at school, about my past . thought it will feel good but i feel even more trapped . . and like i hate that feeling because im still trying to escape it . but i did let them know i feel guilty about my mother and how angry i am with her . .
I recall one time in my life where I was extremely happy. I had nothing in the world to worry about, except that my mom might not let me go to the woods that day. I went in these woods called mustang way, it was an old residential street with trailors and a club house. my friend zach lived there, but one time I went to visit, and his house had burnt down and he was gone. I miss those days, but it was so dangerous. I would go back in a heartbeat.
remember, to think back
Something that’s gone bad, needs to be taken back, like memories
I miss Ed so much, the taste of regret fresh in my mouth.
I can recall him, but not really
Nothing really gets recalled, just rehashed.
recall the good times, recall the bad times too. I recall them both when i sit up on my bed wondering if it was ever real. Sometimes i wonder if it was ever real. I wonder what i have to do to change and i recall that it has to come from within. but what do i change…that i cannot think of or Recall.
That night on the boardwalk, when everything seemed perfect. I won you a giant stuffed elephant, because they’re your favorite animal. You looked at me with eyes that said “I’d rather die than be anywhere else.”
I seem to recall something you once said about priorities; of course, I could be wrong. My memory’s a little hazy, and sometimes when I think for too long, I change the way things happened so I’m not quite so sullen thereafter. At any rate, I hold you accountable for being a horrible hypocrite, so
Memories, I recall many memories. It doesn’t take long for one to look back on their life and wonder if it was all worth while, the things they did back then. As for myself, I’m so happy to have done all the things which have led me to where I am now, both painful and happy.
i recall the day i lost my childhood, awash with colours i went towards the light, hoping, praying to see the one person that mattered more than anything, a casket, a heart, my grandfather.
i recall taht on eday you left me all alone at the baeach and i stood there and cried. Because I couldn
‘t figuyre out where you went. Yeah i’m diumb like tat. but it hurt to be alone so..I guess
recall all the information you’ve ever known. everything is already been done, according to buddha et al. there’s nothing you can’t figure out, nothing you can’t remember. i remember your face, and my face next to yours, it looked like one for a time, split in two like time usually does, it’s all we can do when faced with a clock.
I can recall what it was like to be in love with someone else but when i recall it it doesn’t really seem like love so much at all anymore. But can you really recall feelings, or just events and happenings?
recall. I wonder if he will re-call. No, that’s not it, it’s recall, like remember. Do we have to call up our memories like a book from the stack in the National Library? Call them in like a lover calling across the waves?
She couldn’t recall the last time she’d been so happy, so content, so loved. She was with the man she loved most in the world, she had trustworthy friends, and death actually wasn’t really death.
i cant recall much at the moment or ever. i would like a re-call though, the last one was overdue and not long enough.
i recall when everything was okay, and when nothing was bad. i recall being younger, being dressed up in fancy dresses and being placed on riverbanks, or bridges, and being photographed on every birthday. i recall playing games with my father who is now a hating, alcoholic, argumentative man who wants nothing to do with me. i recall having love. i recall feeling secure. i wish it was more than just recall.
recall.. memories.. I remember my T.Y.B.A. years distinctly.. we had to do experiments in cognitive psychology, testing our memory and ability to recall and such.. It was real fun as long as we would not have to sit down and carry out those experiments forgrades you know.. following the minutest instructions to the t…
i recall long ago, that there was someone standing at my bed, whether it was a dream or not i cannot say. They were so very sad, though. I recall the tears like rain that ran down their cheeks drowning me slowly in their saltiness. It was so long ago, I don’t remember the face only the tears. Nothing more
i do recall
how i used to love you
how you hurt me so
but it was all my fault
all my fault
that emotional pain
brought me actual pain
all my fault
that i recognized i had feelings for you
all
my
fault.
I stood in the doorway my mind running of all the things that i could be doing. But I was only thinking of him. He was standing in the sunlight only a mirage, because who could love when they were afraid of it? Only to love and love again.
I recall the time when I first saw Mike. He walked into the room, hair a little damp from a shower, wearing a Quicksilver t shirt..looking rather uncomfortable. He said hello and sat behind me as we got on with work. He hardly said anything else and soon disappeared. Only to appear and stay in my life.
I recall the day I met her. I was so nervous coming down the escalator, looking around hoping to see her standing there waiting. Instead I saw this girl sitting in one of the chairs by the baggage claim. She had a green shirt with her dark hair past her shoulders and one of those cloth WWF panda bags, her smile made all of my nerves disappear.
Jame froze. He recalled that earlier in the day he say Jenkins with a hammer. Was it the same hammer that killed Holly? Jame had to find out… Jenkins, the gardener, never seemed like the kind of man that had the spine to murder someone. He was always so quiet and kept to himself. Could it be that he had a sick, secret side to him?
As I recall, I have never been skydiving. As if that would matter in a situation like this. It was us VS. them and practice wasn’t going to set us apart. I was on the plane, thousands of feet in the air, looking down at the unforgiving ground.
hehe (that was my one word!)
The last time I saw my friend had to be more than 15 years ago. I remember the first time I bumped into her at an old coffee shop; she had been looking at old antiques, I was trying to hard to hold onto my pile of books I was trying to bring to the front counter. We hit it off after that initial spat. We had another cup of coffee and chatted the rest of the day away.
I can’t recall what time it was. My sister told me that my father had died. I knew he was sick, but they didn’t tell me he was dying. I was so naive–we had been to the hospital–we’d seen him get so skinny. He looked like a prisoner of the Nazi Concentration camps.
What I can recall was his voice, his smile, his after-shave smell. I can recall the way he’d call my name when he would call out for some water for his pills. I can recall when he bought the tent and took us camping right before he died. I recall how we sent him on a plane, and how we took separate cars to the airport, how we had gotten a flat tire, how we never got to say goodbye.
I recall selling everything we had in a yard sale in order to get to him in Florida. I recall we were an hour too late.
I recall that I was only eight-years-old when I was told my father died.
The last thing i recall about that night was coming home and spilling clam chowder all over myself and my bed.. i remember
turning on my computer and watching something.. that is it.
btw Total Recall is awesome!!
I recall a day when i felt super excited to wake up. It was amazing and heart wrenching. That day has passed and now I wake up with the same excitement as a dead snail. Life is a boring merry go round and it never stops, and you never get the pony you wanted.
Much like the movie Total Recall I have some issues seeing through reality. Can I remember everything? Are they my thoughts?
i dont know wht the hel to write about recall, i have never recalled anything in my life, this test is silly, anyways, as i recall you were an ass, leave me alone please, this really is not goin to work is it, blah, bye bitch kiss myass, recall this!!!!!
I don’t recall ever thinking of you like that, or imagining you like this. I do recall being pursued then dropped like a hot potato. Actually not dropped, cause its like you don’t wanna let me go but you don’t wanna go forward either. Its selfish. But I recall yesterday night when I cried.
i recalled a time when there was one owl and a horse and they swam in the sea by the beach into the shore of the shoe when they were younger and time has passed so quickly that no one knows what is happening anymore but they recalled it anyway just for fun even though it didn’t make any sense to anyone at all
I recall our first kiss and how you pulled me into you. I have never been kissed with so much intensity and passion. I recall all of our passion and how I knew you would hurt me, but it didn’t matter. We barely speak now. I recall you telling me you made a mistake with your decision. Yesterday, you told me that you continuously still believe it was a mistake; come back.
Do you recall the time I tried to pick you up? Boy, was that embarrassing. A little too much vino in the disco. And you such an uprite Catholic boy. Did’t you become a priest?
ogm , i don’t really know what to write about this but i think this whole thing is really cool to do . . oh man , i recall telling the girls i met here, at school, about my past . thought it will feel good but i feel even more trapped . . and like i hate that feeling because im still trying to escape it . but i did let them know i feel guilty about my mother and how angry i am with her . .
I recall one time in my life where I was extremely happy. I had nothing in the world to worry about, except that my mom might not let me go to the woods that day. I went in these woods called mustang way, it was an old residential street with trailors and a club house. my friend zach lived there, but one time I went to visit, and his house had burnt down and he was gone. I miss those days, but it was so dangerous. I would go back in a heartbeat.
smoke weed everyday it takes the pain away bitches
recalling sounds words, colours and smell of the past and present as long as your mind believes in virtual time
remember
remember, to think back
Something that’s gone bad, needs to be taken back, like memories
I miss Ed so much, the taste of regret fresh in my mouth.
I can recall him, but not really
Nothing really gets recalled, just rehashed.
recall the good times, recall the bad times too. I recall them both when i sit up on my bed wondering if it was ever real. Sometimes i wonder if it was ever real. I wonder what i have to do to change and i recall that it has to come from within. but what do i change…that i cannot think of or Recall.
I can recall that day ~
Across the length, across the breadth, somehow you crossed the emptiness.
There you were, here you are, but not the you that you once were.
The void has returned and you are further than ever before.
Did I just dream that day? I cannot recall.
That night on the boardwalk, when everything seemed perfect. I won you a giant stuffed elephant, because they’re your favorite animal. You looked at me with eyes that said “I’d rather die than be anywhere else.”
I seem to recall something you once said about priorities; of course, I could be wrong. My memory’s a little hazy, and sometimes when I think for too long, I change the way things happened so I’m not quite so sullen thereafter. At any rate, I hold you accountable for being a horrible hypocrite, so
I like to recall events from my past
Memories, I recall many memories. It doesn’t take long for one to look back on their life and wonder if it was all worth while, the things they did back then. As for myself, I’m so happy to have done all the things which have led me to where I am now, both painful and happy.
I recall spending my past with you. I recall the feeling I felt when you first told me about how you felt.
i recall the day i lost my childhood, awash with colours i went towards the light, hoping, praying to see the one person that mattered more than anything, a casket, a heart, my grandfather.
i recall taht on eday you left me all alone at the baeach and i stood there and cried. Because I couldn
‘t figuyre out where you went. Yeah i’m diumb like tat. but it hurt to be alone so..I guess