a reflex action for me is just to smile when i’m supposed to, frown when i’m supposed to, laugh when the laugh track sounds, do what the crowd wants me to do. i’m a stereotype. i’m worthless.
move react and let it flow, words are amusing when you don’t know what to write and what to do , this is exciting, reacting to the reflexes of my mind, working hard on not working at all.
i have bad reflex.. so if you throw a ball at me.. i would duck… like 10 secs later.. hahaha.. thats funny…
my brother has amazing reflex.. coz if i throw a ball at him.. he catches it and throws it back at me.. and it sure hits me…
I wish there was a reflex for a broken heart. After only a second, to be back to one’s normal position in life, but with each relationship we change a little bit. Some people like to say we change in good or bad ways ( become bitter and resentful) , but I want to be an optimist and say always for the better!
“The Reflex” Oh my God, I can’t believe they’re singing that; it’s my favorite Duran Duran song! Shayla jumped up and down and screamed at Simon, Nick and John. I really need to get the time machine working right; these nostalgia trips are killing me.
look Wanting waiting I walked through the brush and came upon a crack…jumping, I pulled the bough from the old man who shared his deepest secrets keeping the mystery alive in the lamplight…it was a reflex, a respondent farce between the marsh and the desert dripping, i turned to the water as it refracted a thousand tiny worlds that reminded me of home…a quilt of thorns that in one word would both graze and distill the millions of voices between the throng….we waited for what seemed like decades as the mighty chill took our bones, we took our leave of that grievous soil and turned once again to the door which lay before us…
something i can call upon in a tough situation where I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place something i can call upon when I’m fucked or when i’m surprised reflex saves you from things you didn’t know were going to happen.
Reflex is what drives the human spirit and intuition. It’s the lifeblood of our instinctual urges and our emotionally driven choices.
I was at the doctor’s office because he had to check my reflexes. Unfortunately, I was in a bad accident so my reflexes are horrible! They didn’t even budge!
it’s just reflex. it’s like when someone hits that certain spot on your knee; you can’t help the fact that your knee must kick. it must. just like when someone hits you, you hit them back, and just as hard, if not harder. trying to stop a reflex is impossible. it has to happen.
i smile when i see you. for no particular reason. just reflex.
Reflex.
It’s a reflex.
Loving you, I mean.
When I see you, I don’t tell my heart to jump out of my chest. I don’t demand that my ribcage ache. It just does.
It’s like how I dig into my skin when I hear your voice or press that ink onto my palms or reach into my pocket to fondle my lighter.
I don’t plan to.
I don’t mean to.
It’s just a reflex.
Loving you, coping with it.
But how does one cope with their own heart when they are, in fact, heartless?
Reflex, reflex reflex. One time in seventh grade I hit this girls foot or knee or something with a ruler. Then she kicked and stuff, but I didn’t do it. Also this reminds me of a gross painting, like really bad and kind of hand-ey, with muscles and stuff. Freakin’ Shanti.
he was taken aback when he first saw her across the street in her yellow sundress. her hair was flowing and her confidence was booming. he stopped breathing during that moment for she had changed into a new person.
Doctor enters the room. Doctor hits your knee with a hammer. Your knee kicks. Reflex.
Girl enters room. Boy turns head. Boy turns back. Boy turns head again. Reflex.
there is no thinking involved you just do whatever you do. It’s probably the result of previous though in some cases, but I believe most of the time it is instinct. How do we get instincts, though?
i said that i did not do it on purpose. it was a reflex. goddamit you came out of nowhere!. im sorry! it was not my intention to shoot you. DAMNNNNN. dont die on me, stop it. dont
my natural reflex is to shoo you off
because im scared of
the
inside
of
your
fly
and what that area controls and ultimately my reputation
please forgive me
once upon a time i couldn’t help but touch you. you looked at me and i couldn’t help it, i couldn’t control my muscles and i didn’t want to and i still don’t. you come naturally to me, you always have, and i’m okay with that, you beautiful thing, even though you raise your eyebrows at me and it’s incredible when you do. i can’t help it, i can’t help the way i’m drawn to you, cliche as it sounds you have me polarized to the way you move and the way i can’t help this anymore
reflexes are good..they make you feel like a ninja or a tiger sometimes..only if your fast though…they can be bad too< like if you are in the doctors office and they are testing your reflexes are you accedentaly kick the doctor. yeah it can be bad….thats all i have to say about that
It’s a systematic reflex to reach for his hand near mine
It’s a snap judgment to pull back
it’s a quiet longing, repetitive, 1, 2, 4 words
It’s an almost laugh bubbling in the back of my throat when he’s head back, smile wide
It’s having him at arms length, but damned if I stretch out
It’s a flesh wound, where the neck meets shoulder
It’s eyes lidded, blood rushing, and a sharp tongue, when he’s across the room
It’s reflexes like that, that get you no where but hell.
Reflex. I have no reflexes in my knees. And do you know how Annoying it is to go to the doctor EVERY time and have to explain to the nurse’s that i’m not dead. I just dont have reflexes?
you do things instinctively. im spelling things wrong. i have bad reflexes. just kidding. i have good reflexes. if you hit me in the knee, it will go so high. as high as the sky. thats how high. i will kick you in the face. with my reflexes.
My reflex feels funny today. It might have the common cold or even an ear ache. Maybe I’ll take my poor reflex to the reflex doctor to get it fixed. I’ll take it to the county line and shoot it.
Cat like reflexes. When I first read this word, I read it as flexability, and I thought, “Man I wish I had that!” It all goes back to how I wish I were different.
Reflexes are tested in the doctor’s office. They take this little metal thing with a rubber triangle on the end. Then they slam it against your knee in just the right place. If it’s hit in the right place, your knee should pop out. If not, then either they did it wrong or you don’t have reflexes. HA!
Well this is sorta reflew but like it is a brain reflex. You see how your brain reacts as you see the stimulus which is the word. A stimulus causes a reflex. its unconscious. You
she asked without really wanting to know, just kind of talking to fill the silence. it hadn’t been comfortable since the other night, and she’d taken to just… talking to talk, talking to not have them stare at each other, talking just because she had the urge to talk in reaction to the stillness in the room.
I think about the little hammer you hit your knee with. I think of a cat. I think of how cats have nine lives. i thinks of how ghosts don’t die. I think of casper. I think of Hilary Duff.
“I’m just going to check your reflexes” said the kind-looking doctor.
“NO. NO NO NO.” She hated it. She hated the feeling of the contact with the sensitive part of her knee. She would not let him touch it with his fancy, high-tech instrument.
she saw the reflection of her in the water. the instant feeling she had was to touch it, trying to catch a glimpse of that moment, of her immense beauty. she was sure she was pretty, not pretty, beautiful. her lips, her eyes,
reflew. it is my reflex to write as fast as possible about the word reflex. i keep typing relew instead of reflex..its odd. I wish i had better reflexes so that i could play cool sports and whatnot.
Reflex. Reminds me of the eighties, being scared and, for whatever reason, aerobics.
a reflex action for me is just to smile when i’m supposed to, frown when i’m supposed to, laugh when the laugh track sounds, do what the crowd wants me to do. i’m a stereotype. i’m worthless.
move react and let it flow, words are amusing when you don’t know what to write and what to do , this is exciting, reacting to the reflexes of my mind, working hard on not working at all.
i have bad reflex.. so if you throw a ball at me.. i would duck… like 10 secs later.. hahaha.. thats funny…
my brother has amazing reflex.. coz if i throw a ball at him.. he catches it and throws it back at me.. and it sure hits me…
I wish there was a reflex for a broken heart. After only a second, to be back to one’s normal position in life, but with each relationship we change a little bit. Some people like to say we change in good or bad ways ( become bitter and resentful) , but I want to be an optimist and say always for the better!
“The Reflex” Oh my God, I can’t believe they’re singing that; it’s my favorite Duran Duran song! Shayla jumped up and down and screamed at Simon, Nick and John. I really need to get the time machine working right; these nostalgia trips are killing me.
the reflex action is the involuntary action displayed by our body to the activities that are not expected by us and the actions not initiatedd b
look Wanting waiting I walked through the brush and came upon a crack…jumping, I pulled the bough from the old man who shared his deepest secrets keeping the mystery alive in the lamplight…it was a reflex, a respondent farce between the marsh and the desert dripping, i turned to the water as it refracted a thousand tiny worlds that reminded me of home…a quilt of thorns that in one word would both graze and distill the millions of voices between the throng….we waited for what seemed like decades as the mighty chill took our bones, we took our leave of that grievous soil and turned once again to the door which lay before us…
something i can call upon in a tough situation where I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place something i can call upon when I’m fucked or when i’m surprised reflex saves you from things you didn’t know were going to happen.
Reflex is what drives the human spirit and intuition. It’s the lifeblood of our instinctual urges and our emotionally driven choices.
My reflex is to run. Run run run.
Something embarrassing? Run.
Something scary? Run.
How do I break this habitual sprint?
What am I missing out on?
I was at the doctor’s office because he had to check my reflexes. Unfortunately, I was in a bad accident so my reflexes are horrible! They didn’t even budge!
it’s just reflex. it’s like when someone hits that certain spot on your knee; you can’t help the fact that your knee must kick. it must. just like when someone hits you, you hit them back, and just as hard, if not harder. trying to stop a reflex is impossible. it has to happen.
i smile when i see you. for no particular reason. just reflex.
When I am given a time limit, my reflex is to freeze. I am running out of time and no other thoughts are coming to me. holy crap, what a waste.
Reflex.
It’s a reflex.
Loving you, I mean.
When I see you, I don’t tell my heart to jump out of my chest. I don’t demand that my ribcage ache. It just does.
It’s like how I dig into my skin when I hear your voice or press that ink onto my palms or reach into my pocket to fondle my lighter.
I don’t plan to.
I don’t mean to.
It’s just a reflex.
Loving you, coping with it.
But how does one cope with their own heart when they are, in fact, heartless?
Reflex, reflex reflex. One time in seventh grade I hit this girls foot or knee or something with a ruler. Then she kicked and stuff, but I didn’t do it. Also this reminds me of a gross painting, like really bad and kind of hand-ey, with muscles and stuff. Freakin’ Shanti.
he was taken aback when he first saw her across the street in her yellow sundress. her hair was flowing and her confidence was booming. he stopped breathing during that moment for she had changed into a new person.
Doctor enters the room. Doctor hits your knee with a hammer. Your knee kicks. Reflex.
Girl enters room. Boy turns head. Boy turns back. Boy turns head again. Reflex.
there is no thinking involved you just do whatever you do. It’s probably the result of previous though in some cases, but I believe most of the time it is instinct. How do we get instincts, though?
i said that i did not do it on purpose. it was a reflex. goddamit you came out of nowhere!. im sorry! it was not my intention to shoot you. DAMNNNNN. dont die on me, stop it. dont
my natural reflex is to shoo you off
because im scared of
the
inside
of
your
fly
and what that area controls and ultimately my reputation
please forgive me
it just happened. No warning, no warmup, no waitng or watchful eye to warn me. My knee came up, is body cringed forwards and down.
once upon a time i couldn’t help but touch you. you looked at me and i couldn’t help it, i couldn’t control my muscles and i didn’t want to and i still don’t. you come naturally to me, you always have, and i’m okay with that, you beautiful thing, even though you raise your eyebrows at me and it’s incredible when you do. i can’t help it, i can’t help the way i’m drawn to you, cliche as it sounds you have me polarized to the way you move and the way i can’t help this anymore
reflexes are good..they make you feel like a ninja or a tiger sometimes..only if your fast though…they can be bad too< like if you are in the doctors office and they are testing your reflexes are you accedentaly kick the doctor. yeah it can be bad….thats all i have to say about that
It’s a systematic reflex to reach for his hand near mine
It’s a snap judgment to pull back
it’s a quiet longing, repetitive, 1, 2, 4 words
It’s an almost laugh bubbling in the back of my throat when he’s head back, smile wide
It’s having him at arms length, but damned if I stretch out
It’s a flesh wound, where the neck meets shoulder
It’s eyes lidded, blood rushing, and a sharp tongue, when he’s across the room
It’s reflexes like that, that get you no where but hell.
Reflex. I have no reflexes in my knees. And do you know how Annoying it is to go to the doctor EVERY time and have to explain to the nurse’s that i’m not dead. I just dont have reflexes?
my instant reflex to stand up and scream is repressed
i want to jump into your arms
melt into your lips
you do things instinctively. im spelling things wrong. i have bad reflexes. just kidding. i have good reflexes. if you hit me in the knee, it will go so high. as high as the sky. thats how high. i will kick you in the face. with my reflexes.
My reflex feels funny today. It might have the common cold or even an ear ache. Maybe I’ll take my poor reflex to the reflex doctor to get it fixed. I’ll take it to the county line and shoot it.
Cat like reflexes. When I first read this word, I read it as flexability, and I thought, “Man I wish I had that!” It all goes back to how I wish I were different.
Reflexes are tested in the doctor’s office. They take this little metal thing with a rubber triangle on the end. Then they slam it against your knee in just the right place. If it’s hit in the right place, your knee should pop out. If not, then either they did it wrong or you don’t have reflexes. HA!
Well this is sorta reflew but like it is a brain reflex. You see how your brain reacts as you see the stimulus which is the word. A stimulus causes a reflex. its unconscious. You
“that’s a duran duran song, isn’t it?”
she asked without really wanting to know, just kind of talking to fill the silence. it hadn’t been comfortable since the other night, and she’d taken to just… talking to talk, talking to not have them stare at each other, talking just because she had the urge to talk in reaction to the stillness in the room.
a reflex.
I think about the little hammer you hit your knee with. I think of a cat. I think of how cats have nine lives. i thinks of how ghosts don’t die. I think of casper. I think of Hilary Duff.
i use my reflexes everyday. physically and emotionally.
“I’m just going to check your reflexes” said the kind-looking doctor.
“NO. NO NO NO.” She hated it. She hated the feeling of the contact with the sensitive part of her knee. She would not let him touch it with his fancy, high-tech instrument.
she saw the reflection of her in the water. the instant feeling she had was to touch it, trying to catch a glimpse of that moment, of her immense beauty. she was sure she was pretty, not pretty, beautiful. her lips, her eyes,
reflew. it is my reflex to write as fast as possible about the word reflex. i keep typing relew instead of reflex..its odd. I wish i had better reflexes so that i could play cool sports and whatnot.
Don’t flex your fingers. Don’t flex them again. Don’t use a reflex to tell me that I’m hurt. Those tell me I’m hurting. Duh.
stretching out my hands, my muscles jump in response, not used to the attention. it’s a reflex. best watch out.
I have bad reflexes… every ball I try to catch ends up hitting my face… talk about bad luck!!! >,<