I’m a rocket scientist, and I make rocket fuel with my words. I’mma rock your world the same way I rock your bed, and your head might explode with all the words I put into it. I’m going to make the rockin sound of a band in full flight, and I’ll bring the rock with me, because it (get it? rock – it) is gonna take up residence with you for when I’m not around. I’m rocket fuel, baby, and you’re my rocket scientist, if you care to be, and together we’ll rocket above the stars, through the atmosphere, and into the empty sea.
“Come on! It’s not rocket science!” I wonder if even one of geniuses who choose to utter this awful cliche has even ever glanced at literature explaining how a rocket works. If they haven’t read up on it, then they are just assuming that they wouldn’t be able to understand it and thus insulting their own intelligence. My theory is this. If you have the audacity to look at someone and exclaim…”Come on, Its not Rocket Science!”, by default you are an idiot, you do not understand the subject you are referring to and you probably wouldn’t know a Rocket or any part of your body from a hole in the wall.
rocket reminds me of the show rocket power, which was a pretty good show. Rockets also blastoff and make the loud whoosh noise and leaves a beautiful white trail. And rocket rhymes with socket.
the rocket flew in the air, sending charred wood and sparks down below it on the stand it once rested. People cheered as it soared farther into the atmosphere. As the rocket became a glimmer of white among the sunlight, Billy knew what he wanted to do when he grew up. He wanted to ride that rocket right up to the moon with the others.
“Red rocket, red rocket” this is a line from one of the greatest television shows to ever hit the airwaves: South Park. With their witty antics and satirical view on current media trends, it’s no wonder they’ve become the best at what they do.
rocket is a movement, a sexual energy, a phallus and explosive symbol of man’s technological advancement… with it’s roots in our most basic fascinations with things that go boom. The rocket is magic.
Fly, fly away, little bird,
Like a rocket that was lit,
By just a little child,
Who was looking for fun.
Fly to the sky,
Up, up, and away,
And chase after that rocket,
Like your life depends on it,
Because one day,
It just might.
We heard on the load speaker a countdown “3, 2,1” everyone hold on the rocket is about to blast off “Blastoff” we heard out loud we hung on to our seats and headed straight towards the moon.
A rocket to the moon is the most exhilarating experience in a life. No, not literally. But things can change in such little time that it seems like a rocket shot you to the moon. Just because it’s different doesn’t mean it’s bad. You can be happy with the rocket, with the moon, as long as you embrace them for all they’re worth.
It has always been a dream of mine to one day take off in a rocket, and visit the deep space. Moreover, this dream would be the way that I would die. When Death is introduced to me, I will climb aboard a rocket and take off into the sky. As I blast off into the sky I would reflect upon my life, reliving each moment as if it were happening again. Finally, when I reached the point of look down on the Earth I would remember all that I accomplished on it, and all that I didn’t. I would look the other planets to what I could have accomplished, and what I hope my children would. Alas, I would die a blissful death, endless floating in space.
Why don’t we just make this rocket. make it go so far, far, away.
We won’t remember what happened today
and we will forget what happened yesterday.
We can build our own little planet and call it home.
We will love each other and
pretend it’s the life we always wanted.
Blast to the moon. Isn’t that something that all children dream of doing at one point? just loading everything up and blasting off to the moon in a child size rocket. Maybe they bring their dog or favorite toy, but they just dream of flying away to an unknown land. No fear of how they would live or what they would do. Such a care free way of thinking that exists. Its a shame that the worries of life pollute that way of thought.
The wind whistles past as it flies quickly, brushing against the limbs of the trees. His shrieks fill the air as he tumbles into the leaves. Looking, looking, and clamoring to find it. It’s broken pieces scatter at his toes.
My penis is like a rocket. When it gets happy it lifts off from my underwear like a big flesh rocket. I love rocket dong. Again, I can’t stress this enough. My penis is like a rocket. :) :) :) Rocket.
the air filled with warm, steaming flames as the rocket started to lift off with the only survivors left on earth. No one knew where they were going, or how long it would take to get there. All they knew, was that earth was no home for them any longer.
A rocket ship launched itself into the sky and shot past the stars and past the moon and past saturn and past pluto and past everything that ever existed until it finally came home to rest in the arms of a boy who was still sound asleep
to the moon. that’s where you take me baby. up where the stars shine endlessly, firebright bursts. stellar, sweetheart. i need you to see this place. i want you every day, every minute, every second. you and me.
Rocket star. I have no idea but it is an awesome scientist who rocks out to the stars. I’m on a rocket. By the way I love Jimmy Neutron, Not! Yay! Actually rockets are bad for you because they make you look fat.
Makes me think of Smashing Pumpkins, which makes me thing of Dennis. I miss the days when we were close. I miss going to his dorm room to hang out and talk and knowing he was always there for me. I miss doing shows with him and having him in my life.
they go up into the sky. they fly people to the moon to get an experience of a lifetime. most people wish to someday have the chance to go to the moon in a rocket. i would enjoy that very much. rockets are cool & big & pointy. i should understand the physics.
Sometimes I look up at the stars and think about riding a rocket off into the cosmos. I know it is something that I will never be able to actually achieve, but once day, people will travel freely among the planets, this I am sure of. I know it seems like its all science fiction but it will happen as technology advances.
There was once a rocket bound for the far reaches of the universe. Inside, a team of scientists worked endlessly to make sure their mission went over without incident. Then, without warning, they spotted an asteroid belt, collided with a rock, and exploded.
It was launched and once it was out of sight, no one cared where it was going or where it might end up. Why should they? Once the party cups were picked up and the news crew wrapped, it was over.
rocket. perfect velocity. upwards like there is no tomorrow. ha ha- can’t see the glass ceiling til you hit it. wait doesn’t that mean it isn’t there? perception is reality- I think therefore I am… no don’t make me exist right now, the lifting is too heavy.
By rocket to the moon. That’s what the song had said. And that’s where I wanted to go. But I was here, in a blanket fort, with a flashlight and a copy of Infinite Jest, wondering how I could achieve that goal. It wouldn’t happen, I know. I’d just have to be content with childish comforts and David Foster Wallace.
To outer space and back, in a rocket to Venus, we’ll sail out and let our outsides be painted red and green. We need some life out there, and I think, and I’m rarely wrong. Only on occasions with little sleep and no booze.
Rockets fly to the moon. It would be pretty cool to one day go to the moon although I doubt that will be possible for normal people to do so in my lifetime. It’s kind of amazing though, knowing that there are almost no limits to what mankind can do. There are no boundaries for us, scary.
The rocket trail arched high overhead as he looked out across the yard. The sound was deafening but not as deafening as the fear springing to flight in his chest. The solution in the furnace was obviously a waste of his time and effort and fear and worry, not the rocket had started something that would bring death to them all. What a shitty day.
I’m a rocket scientist, and I make rocket fuel with my words. I’mma rock your world the same way I rock your bed, and your head might explode with all the words I put into it. I’m going to make the rockin sound of a band in full flight, and I’ll bring the rock with me, because it (get it? rock – it) is gonna take up residence with you for when I’m not around. I’m rocket fuel, baby, and you’re my rocket scientist, if you care to be, and together we’ll rocket above the stars, through the atmosphere, and into the empty sea.
“Come on! It’s not rocket science!” I wonder if even one of geniuses who choose to utter this awful cliche has even ever glanced at literature explaining how a rocket works. If they haven’t read up on it, then they are just assuming that they wouldn’t be able to understand it and thus insulting their own intelligence. My theory is this. If you have the audacity to look at someone and exclaim…”Come on, Its not Rocket Science!”, by default you are an idiot, you do not understand the subject you are referring to and you probably wouldn’t know a Rocket or any part of your body from a hole in the wall.
I already wrote about the rocket lol I refuse to be redundant
rocket reminds me of the show rocket power, which was a pretty good show. Rockets also blastoff and make the loud whoosh noise and leaves a beautiful white trail. And rocket rhymes with socket.
the rocket flew in the air, sending charred wood and sparks down below it on the stand it once rested. People cheered as it soared farther into the atmosphere. As the rocket became a glimmer of white among the sunlight, Billy knew what he wanted to do when he grew up. He wanted to ride that rocket right up to the moon with the others.
already did this one but i guess i’ll have to write about it again
creativity
imagination
space
smiling boys
toys in boxes
presents
red
action figures
stars
endless space
time
wonder
“Red rocket, red rocket” this is a line from one of the greatest television shows to ever hit the airwaves: South Park. With their witty antics and satirical view on current media trends, it’s no wonder they’ve become the best at what they do.
rocket is a movement, a sexual energy, a phallus and explosive symbol of man’s technological advancement… with it’s roots in our most basic fascinations with things that go boom. The rocket is magic.
Fly, fly away, little bird,
Like a rocket that was lit,
By just a little child,
Who was looking for fun.
Fly to the sky,
Up, up, and away,
And chase after that rocket,
Like your life depends on it,
Because one day,
It just might.
We heard on the load speaker a countdown “3, 2,1” everyone hold on the rocket is about to blast off “Blastoff” we heard out loud we hung on to our seats and headed straight towards the moon.
A rocket to the moon is the most exhilarating experience in a life. No, not literally. But things can change in such little time that it seems like a rocket shot you to the moon. Just because it’s different doesn’t mean it’s bad. You can be happy with the rocket, with the moon, as long as you embrace them for all they’re worth.
she’s got a rocket in her pocket plugged into a socket and tied in a locket
blow it up, blow it off, get away from her explosion and run as fast as you can.
It has always been a dream of mine to one day take off in a rocket, and visit the deep space. Moreover, this dream would be the way that I would die. When Death is introduced to me, I will climb aboard a rocket and take off into the sky. As I blast off into the sky I would reflect upon my life, reliving each moment as if it were happening again. Finally, when I reached the point of look down on the Earth I would remember all that I accomplished on it, and all that I didn’t. I would look the other planets to what I could have accomplished, and what I hope my children would. Alas, I would die a blissful death, endless floating in space.
Why don’t we just make this rocket. make it go so far, far, away.
We won’t remember what happened today
and we will forget what happened yesterday.
We can build our own little planet and call it home.
We will love each other and
pretend it’s the life we always wanted.
that’s what we’ll do.
Blast to the moon. Isn’t that something that all children dream of doing at one point? just loading everything up and blasting off to the moon in a child size rocket. Maybe they bring their dog or favorite toy, but they just dream of flying away to an unknown land. No fear of how they would live or what they would do. Such a care free way of thinking that exists. Its a shame that the worries of life pollute that way of thought.
The wind whistles past as it flies quickly, brushing against the limbs of the trees. His shrieks fill the air as he tumbles into the leaves. Looking, looking, and clamoring to find it. It’s broken pieces scatter at his toes.
My penis is like a rocket. When it gets happy it lifts off from my underwear like a big flesh rocket. I love rocket dong. Again, I can’t stress this enough. My penis is like a rocket. :) :) :) Rocket.
The rocket shot across the sky, my eyes dragged on chasing stars along side it. It left a trail in the sky like connect the dots. It was captivating.
the air filled with warm, steaming flames as the rocket started to lift off with the only survivors left on earth. No one knew where they were going, or how long it would take to get there. All they knew, was that earth was no home for them any longer.
A rocket ship launched itself into the sky and shot past the stars and past the moon and past saturn and past pluto and past everything that ever existed until it finally came home to rest in the arms of a boy who was still sound asleep
to the moon. that’s where you take me baby. up where the stars shine endlessly, firebright bursts. stellar, sweetheart. i need you to see this place. i want you every day, every minute, every second. you and me.
Rocket star. I have no idea but it is an awesome scientist who rocks out to the stars. I’m on a rocket. By the way I love Jimmy Neutron, Not! Yay! Actually rockets are bad for you because they make you look fat.
Rocket fuel. rocket power. red rocket. to the moon. astronauts. Blast off. Smoke dust debre
Makes me think of Smashing Pumpkins, which makes me thing of Dennis. I miss the days when we were close. I miss going to his dorm room to hang out and talk and knowing he was always there for me. I miss doing shows with him and having him in my life.
A big pointy ship flying off into space. True love, crying over the moon. Beautiful, wonderful – kaboom!! Zoom Zoom Zoom. Space Cowboys.
they go up into the sky. they fly people to the moon to get an experience of a lifetime. most people wish to someday have the chance to go to the moon in a rocket. i would enjoy that very much. rockets are cool & big & pointy. i should understand the physics.
These hasty hopes fly
Race out the door like rockets
Where I dare not go
Sometimes I look up at the stars and think about riding a rocket off into the cosmos. I know it is something that I will never be able to actually achieve, but once day, people will travel freely among the planets, this I am sure of. I know it seems like its all science fiction but it will happen as technology advances.
There was once a rocket bound for the far reaches of the universe. Inside, a team of scientists worked endlessly to make sure their mission went over without incident. Then, without warning, they spotted an asteroid belt, collided with a rock, and exploded.
It was launched and once it was out of sight, no one cared where it was going or where it might end up. Why should they? Once the party cups were picked up and the news crew wrapped, it was over.
please stop giving me this word. I did it once- and I found it arbitrary enough the first time.
rockets are greedy for fuel. quite unuseful, too. they cost too much and can be used only once. so why bother buying one?
rocket. perfect velocity. upwards like there is no tomorrow. ha ha- can’t see the glass ceiling til you hit it. wait doesn’t that mean it isn’t there? perception is reality- I think therefore I am… no don’t make me exist right now, the lifting is too heavy.
By rocket to the moon. That’s what the song had said. And that’s where I wanted to go. But I was here, in a blanket fort, with a flashlight and a copy of Infinite Jest, wondering how I could achieve that goal. It wouldn’t happen, I know. I’d just have to be content with childish comforts and David Foster Wallace.
The rocket goes to the moon, leaving with him all the fellings of mankind. Even love…
Let’s get lost in space. Nothing is worthy of us but the tantamount that is the cosmos.
To outer space and back, in a rocket to Venus, we’ll sail out and let our outsides be painted red and green. We need some life out there, and I think, and I’m rarely wrong. Only on occasions with little sleep and no booze.
Rockets fly to the moon. It would be pretty cool to one day go to the moon although I doubt that will be possible for normal people to do so in my lifetime. It’s kind of amazing though, knowing that there are almost no limits to what mankind can do. There are no boundaries for us, scary.
The rocket trail arched high overhead as he looked out across the yard. The sound was deafening but not as deafening as the fear springing to flight in his chest. The solution in the furnace was obviously a waste of his time and effort and fear and worry, not the rocket had started something that would bring death to them all. What a shitty day.
Rockets.
Fast rockets.
Traveling the distance, going places where no man, woman, personkind has gone before.
Crotch-rockets – I don’t want to go to those places, after all, thank you so much.
I wonder, though, what it’d be like to travel to Mars. Good? Bad?