repeat means doing something twice whethere it is handling of something or any action. the meaning of the word is doing something again. in music it means to play the song again. and in actions it means doing the previous action again.
Frequently, this number keeps coming up in my head, this number nine, again and again. Over and over it rolls through my mind, leaving me confused and wondering. What does it want with me?
The single syllable went on repeat in his mind, as he tried to fathom what meaning might lie behind the name, the person, the one who sat beside him with all the patience in the world.
i must now tell you i bumped into that hord horsy woman since i wer las
talkin to you. with my face blazin i tried hard not to look guilty. She made
a short shrill high-pitched whinny and dya kno what she said to me? “gud chap” an was gone vanished
.
i wanna go over and over again please hit the base and drop the floor oh yeah yeah we on it girlllllll and beat beat beat GO REPEAT REPEAT REPEAT WOO i wanna go over and over again yeah take me over and over again i wanna go al the way tonite so let it be set me free yeah and hit that fuckin button again and GO REPEAT!!!!!! yeh man we on it yeah we so fly we sittin’ on the sky and ain’t nothin there that ma money can’t buy! Dolce, Gucci and Louis V!
To repeat something, is probably the most terrible thing I know. I always wait telling anything about my day, untill everyone who has to hear it, is gathered. That way I don’t have to say the same things twice. Sometimes my mom and dad, think it’s really annoying. I guess I just find it boring, and unnessesary to repeat myself.
my life is on repeat. the lonely. the drama . i ask it to stop but it never does. they just keep it fueled. its dragging me down and i hate it . i wish it was just us somewhere else. i miss you.
Everything felt like it was repeating itself from last year. She still felt like the new girl in the unknown town.
What to do next? No friends, nothing to do. She decided to take a leisurely walk and see where it went. The beach. The calm. The shore. The sea. Ever changing yet always there. Nothing bothered it and nothing seemed to matter. She wanted to be the sea.
you heard me you just didnt want to. but its ok. i’ll say it again. I am not giving up this time. you dont get to get me back. I dont love you anymore.
wow, this is repetetive. repeat. what a weird word. what is this? a centre for ants? once there was an ant called repeat. he liked to repeat things. he also had a really bad memory. once, he went up to a spider and bit it, then he said ‘you taste like chicken chicken chicken chicken chicken’ then the spider killed him.
repeat the trouble and it would cause you more pain but the remedy is to mkae the most of it and do not attempt to find the wrong person to talk about because it will reveals your secret to everyone around you
“I am free, I am not broken, I am complete, I am free.” Now repeat. “I am free, I am not broken, I am complete, I am free.”
The organized chanting echoed through the walls, as each every one of them said these words over and over again till they filled their daily quota. Everyone grew to believe these words after such a constant repeat, but not him. They conformed. He questioned. He was a savage. He was not free, the men ruled over their flock of sheep. His body was broken, toxic with the pills they give you for sanity. He was not complete, he was wildly shattered. These walls of wire, they weren’t freedom. This savage, he wouldn’t repeat anymore. After the others choked out their assigned words of freedom the supervisors once again told them to “repeat.”
But at that second, the rule of the men crashed, as the savage rebelled with a “NO.”
constantly going, swirling through my mind. its like a battle almost, very maddening but wouldnt trade it for the world. it keeps me creative, it keeps me thinking, it keeps me constantly at a pace with my thoughts. i want more. i want to learn,. i want to discover. i feel it always. i feel almost different, because its always there
My moms name is Patricia.
My dads name is Jean Noel.
My name is Gabriela.
What will my daughters name be?
What is your name?
Are you scared to tell me?
I wont tell anyone about it
It will be our little secret
Putting records on repeat. Mackerel always repeats on my Dad, apparently. I love the stuff! Repeats of Friends on E4 – coming to an end. I don’t know why I watch them when I have the complete box set sitting on the shelf!
repeat the present. Too predictable that one is. she presents me east xmas
with a present of a riding whip. it well nigh drives me up the steeple. can u see mee going up the holly-bedecked bloomin steeple each an every christmas.
? well she seems to enjoy it- i fancy she buys these whips in lorryloads at sales and has a storehouse of her own..
I don’t know what to write about the word of repeat. When I think of the word repeat, I think of poetry. maybe i shouldn’t use all caps. uh, repeat, has some nice sounds to it. i ask people to repeat a lot of stuff for me when it doesn’t make sense. repeititon is an interesting strategy in poetry. omg, i am backspacing too much. repeat, repeat. repeat
The bassline repeats and repeats, and she’s falling over in slow motion; her drink splashing the concrete and some guy’s tuxedo. Her eyes are smiling, shut, as her head smashes to the floor in front of the tyre.
repeating is something simple yet hard. we find it easy to repeat past failures yet harder to repeat past successes. what does that mean
?
who knows. but whos to say you cant repeat successes as much as the crack addict goes back to the crack pipe. no one. because you’re able to shift and shape. thats what makes us human. adaptability
Repeat after me, for queen and country. I was walking in the woods and I heard the shout go up. They were chasing me, with their hounds. On horseback. Trumpets blared to either side of me as they caught up. I thought of Rosemary and how delicate she was.
Repeat repeat repeat. An old childs game that could possibly date back for centuries. Repeating every adults around you until they finally go crazy. Pure, innocent fun! The thing is, it’s not so effective with your teenage babysitter who has the time to just repeat back to you and could quite easily chase you around the house and eat all your chocolate biscuits whilst you sleep without feeling the tiniest bit of remorse.
Never repeat one’s mistakes, only repeat those actions of which one is proud of. Like a rapper on a bad reputation, repetition is usually something which one must be cautious of. Repetition is music, is risky, it’s life.
i repeated every word i heard come out of his mouth. i couldnt understand half of them so maybe, i thought if i repeated them i could grasp what he was saying. then once i did all the words sunk in, they hurt. they burned with a passion i could now only describe.
the sound of the steady heart beat, the clikety claking of the keys as you type about the word repeat the hypnotizing beat of your favorite song you listen to over and over and the steady breathing as lips entertwine for true loves kiss.
Relentless pounding moving through you. Whether it is good or bad you do not know. You let this consume your being until it IS your being. The oscillating sensations brewing new emotions you never thought were possible, you finally realize: this is good.
repeat means doing something twice whethere it is handling of something or any action. the meaning of the word is doing something again. in music it means to play the song again. and in actions it means doing the previous action again.
Frequently, this number keeps coming up in my head, this number nine, again and again. Over and over it rolls through my mind, leaving me confused and wondering. What does it want with me?
lather rinse repeat, always repeat.
The single syllable went on repeat in his mind, as he tried to fathom what meaning might lie behind the name, the person, the one who sat beside him with all the patience in the world.
i must now tell you i bumped into that hord horsy woman since i wer las
talkin to you. with my face blazin i tried hard not to look guilty. She made
a short shrill high-pitched whinny and dya kno what she said to me? “gud chap” an was gone vanished
.
we will have to say things again & again. saying the same thing .
i wanna go over and over again please hit the base and drop the floor oh yeah yeah we on it girlllllll and beat beat beat GO REPEAT REPEAT REPEAT WOO i wanna go over and over again yeah take me over and over again i wanna go al the way tonite so let it be set me free yeah and hit that fuckin button again and GO REPEAT!!!!!! yeh man we on it yeah we so fly we sittin’ on the sky and ain’t nothin there that ma money can’t buy! Dolce, Gucci and Louis V!
To repeat something, is probably the most terrible thing I know. I always wait telling anything about my day, untill everyone who has to hear it, is gathered. That way I don’t have to say the same things twice. Sometimes my mom and dad, think it’s really annoying. I guess I just find it boring, and unnessesary to repeat myself.
Repeating acts of misery, and repeating sorrows. Thoughts repeating, and repeating again. Repeating misery of tomorrow.
food flowing through our bodies
in out
in
out
repeating
endlessly
stop!
my life is on repeat. the lonely. the drama . i ask it to stop but it never does. they just keep it fueled. its dragging me down and i hate it . i wish it was just us somewhere else. i miss you.
wake
up
sleep
down
wake
up
sleep
down
repeat.
repeating favourite songs. repeating the same words. repeating lyrics in your head.
Everything felt like it was repeating itself from last year. She still felt like the new girl in the unknown town.
What to do next? No friends, nothing to do. She decided to take a leisurely walk and see where it went. The beach. The calm. The shore. The sea. Ever changing yet always there. Nothing bothered it and nothing seemed to matter. She wanted to be the sea.
you heard me you just didnt want to. but its ok. i’ll say it again. I am not giving up this time. you dont get to get me back. I dont love you anymore.
wow, this is repetetive. repeat. what a weird word. what is this? a centre for ants? once there was an ant called repeat. he liked to repeat things. he also had a really bad memory. once, he went up to a spider and bit it, then he said ‘you taste like chicken chicken chicken chicken chicken’ then the spider killed him.
repeat the trouble and it would cause you more pain but the remedy is to mkae the most of it and do not attempt to find the wrong person to talk about because it will reveals your secret to everyone around you
“I am free, I am not broken, I am complete, I am free.” Now repeat. “I am free, I am not broken, I am complete, I am free.”
The organized chanting echoed through the walls, as each every one of them said these words over and over again till they filled their daily quota. Everyone grew to believe these words after such a constant repeat, but not him. They conformed. He questioned. He was a savage. He was not free, the men ruled over their flock of sheep. His body was broken, toxic with the pills they give you for sanity. He was not complete, he was wildly shattered. These walls of wire, they weren’t freedom. This savage, he wouldn’t repeat anymore. After the others choked out their assigned words of freedom the supervisors once again told them to “repeat.”
But at that second, the rule of the men crashed, as the savage rebelled with a “NO.”
constantly going, swirling through my mind. its like a battle almost, very maddening but wouldnt trade it for the world. it keeps me creative, it keeps me thinking, it keeps me constantly at a pace with my thoughts. i want more. i want to learn,. i want to discover. i feel it always. i feel almost different, because its always there
My moms name is Patricia.
My dads name is Jean Noel.
My name is Gabriela.
What will my daughters name be?
What is your name?
Are you scared to tell me?
I wont tell anyone about it
It will be our little secret
Putting records on repeat. Mackerel always repeats on my Dad, apparently. I love the stuff! Repeats of Friends on E4 – coming to an end. I don’t know why I watch them when I have the complete box set sitting on the shelf!
repeat the present. Too predictable that hord horsy woman. she’s momotonous- a whipmomger if ever there was
one
“I’m sorry, can you repeat that?”
And the answer changed my life.
every day goes by die all fast rise above this gah um yell lie cheat fail promise cheat turn sing hI hail gim lol lol hea
repeat the present. Too predictable that one is. she presents me east xmas
with a present of a riding whip. it well nigh drives me up the steeple. can u see mee going up the holly-bedecked bloomin steeple each an every christmas.
? well she seems to enjoy it- i fancy she buys these whips in lorryloads at sales and has a storehouse of her own..
I don’t know what to write about the word of repeat. When I think of the word repeat, I think of poetry. maybe i shouldn’t use all caps. uh, repeat, has some nice sounds to it. i ask people to repeat a lot of stuff for me when it doesn’t make sense. repeititon is an interesting strategy in poetry. omg, i am backspacing too much. repeat, repeat. repeat
The bassline repeats and repeats, and she’s falling over in slow motion; her drink splashing the concrete and some guy’s tuxedo. Her eyes are smiling, shut, as her head smashes to the floor in front of the tyre.
repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat
This is what i first thought of doing.
repeat
..what is “peat”?
repeating is something simple yet hard. we find it easy to repeat past failures yet harder to repeat past successes. what does that mean
?
who knows. but whos to say you cant repeat successes as much as the crack addict goes back to the crack pipe. no one. because you’re able to shift and shape. thats what makes us human. adaptability
Repeat after me, for queen and country. I was walking in the woods and I heard the shout go up. They were chasing me, with their hounds. On horseback. Trumpets blared to either side of me as they caught up. I thought of Rosemary and how delicate she was.
Repe
Repeat repeat repeat. An old childs game that could possibly date back for centuries. Repeating every adults around you until they finally go crazy. Pure, innocent fun! The thing is, it’s not so effective with your teenage babysitter who has the time to just repeat back to you and could quite easily chase you around the house and eat all your chocolate biscuits whilst you sleep without feeling the tiniest bit of remorse.
Repeating yourself exponentially lowers the value of your words.
Never repeat one’s mistakes, only repeat those actions of which one is proud of. Like a rapper on a bad reputation, repetition is usually something which one must be cautious of. Repetition is music, is risky, it’s life.
i repeated every word i heard come out of his mouth. i couldnt understand half of them so maybe, i thought if i repeated them i could grasp what he was saying. then once i did all the words sunk in, they hurt. they burned with a passion i could now only describe.
the sound of the steady heart beat, the clikety claking of the keys as you type about the word repeat the hypnotizing beat of your favorite song you listen to over and over and the steady breathing as lips entertwine for true loves kiss.
I’ve done this word before! I’m repeating it! Hehehehehe HIlarious thought i was good for that one!
usuallyy used one…. can u repeat agaian ;)….. borring…..interesting…common
sounds like the word heat. to say something over and over and over again. people repeat mistakes. retreat is similar.
Relentless pounding moving through you. Whether it is good or bad you do not know. You let this consume your being until it IS your being. The oscillating sensations brewing new emotions you never thought were possible, you finally realize: this is good.