“It was a route,” said Coach McMifflin, as he drove the tight end home along Route 43, the old Clarksburgh Road. The coach enjoyed days when he won. The lines down the middle of the road were clearer, cleaner, more enticing on such days. The dragonflies outside the windows flew with more grace.
I am on route to something. It exist somewhere in a melancholy unborn phase, but it will soon be born, breaking out like the sun over my horizon. Then, and maybe that time is now, I will see the beauty in every face, and hear music in the inked shapes of every letter in my pages.
On route, as the GPS will guide you through. You may be on the literal route, navigating home. Or perhaps you’re on a route to your inner self, finding inner peace and content-ness. Good or bad, let’s continue our routes.
the route to my place has changed so many times over the last few years, and sometimes I find myself getting confused about how I got to certain jobs, or finding out where I lived based on how I got to work (bus, streetcar, subway etc). I guess my route to work has also changed though.
The routes across the nation are like veins strething across the ancient face of our nation. Our people, flowwing along them as the lifeblood that keeps it live. The routes we take can determine who we are.
it implys the desire of getting somewhere, where you are not yet, and i like to think, where you have not been. its individualistic. fate. timing.
timing is everything. people go in and out of your life in such a way that when you look back, you can appreciate their presence for the time being.
en route.. to my future. the people i meet, the places i go, the things i witness, the words i hear. en route for what i am about to do. eat, sleep, sex, write.
I took a route down memory lane but I just said that because it reminded me of a couple of songs. Now I’m thinking the route my life is taking and I’m not sure if that’s how I want it to go. Am I rushing too much? Is this what it’s all about? Perhaps my insecurity is one of the things leading my life that I don’t like. Funny huh? And I’m a slow and sloppy writer.
It wasn’t going the right way, it just kept heading directly forward, drawn to the tree like a lost lover. The two objects finally embraced with a horrendously loud smack as the metal curved itself around the trunk.
the road less traveled is overrated. How many untraveled roads can there possibly be? Being unique doesn’t exist because if everyone wants to be unique then no one is unique.
I tried to outrun the old crumbling route that kept pulling me back to the place I was trying to leave the most. No matter which direction I ran, I always ended up right back where I started. Why won’t you just let me go?
I tried to outrun the old crumbling route that kept pulling me back to the place I was trying to leave the most. No matter wich direction I ran, I always ended up right back where I started. Why won’t you let me go?
Onward, we say
to the beaten and downtrodden,
onward forward, for we must move on.
But this once,
let them rest.
Let them sleep.
They can’t walk much longer.
They don’t have much blood left to bleed.
Can you find some semblance of mercy in your heart
To just rest?
I was on the way there. The road before me was covered in a dense foliage, letting in only speckled sunlight. The grizzled gravel squeaked beneath my tires, “three hours late” I thought, “three hours too late”.
There was only one route in or out of the complex. It was trouble. Worse, it was dangerous. My night vision goggles would help, but I knew they weren’t enough. I was sure there were all kinds of pitfalls awaiting me. And then it happened. A cab pulled up to the gate and punched the buzzer. Within seconds the gate opened and I was in, hanging onto the bumper of the cab as it slowly drug me along the loose gravel road to my target.
It was obvious we had lost our way. The path was crooked and unpaved, long ago we had stepped away from the last stretch of concrete, and were now looking out to a route far off the one we had planned on taking.
en route to the hospital.route 66, get your kicks. route means road or path…i dont like the word route but i do like the word root. Route is too hoighty toighty
The kittens knew the route to their mother’s teats. Spanky pushed Flemsy out of the way, intent on getting the tastiest nipple. Flemsy pushed Glinky and Glinky pushed Snordsworth. Unfazed, Snordsworth hobbled over to Crusher, the Bull Mastiff’s dish and said, “Yo. I’m cute. Gimme your food.” He ate well that night.
Route, it’s unknown and beautiful. Scenic and taking me to places I’ve never been. It means something you follow, but not something that is always the same. Constant, but could be surprising. Anything but boring.
my route will take me on wild adventures. i secretly
dropped out of (art) school and am giving myself some time to do
whatever the fuck i want. the world is my oyster and i will travel,
make art, music, love and NOT have to worry about what fucking time
it is, or what i HAVE to do today or the next. and i really mean
this shit. today is a special day, its january 1 and i haven’t
slept in a loooong time. awesome freaky things always happen when i
do that…. you should try it :D STUMBLE FOREVER
route. hell i don’ t know. i take many routes throughout a given day. i tend to take the same routes from day to day. i’m really a very predictable person, people can always find me because i’m always taking the same routes and routines. do all people act this way?
I took the route home and while I was on my way home I saw a boy on his paper route. It was a nice day and on the route I say a sign that said route 44. It wasn’t a road they were talking about, but a drink. A drink from Sonic.
The bus started along the mountainous road. The bumps hit us hard as we tried to sleep. Night was starting to settle as we continued on the route to Northern Laos. It was the last day of the year. We were embarking on a journey into the future.
something to lead you in the right direction. you dont even have to know where you are. a road. a trail. the unknown. route. or root. a seed. or the path that leads you to your seed sprouting and growing?
a route is a path. whether a route to work, a route of how to get your homework done for the night. or maybe even the path of your life. but don’t let anyone else write it for you. you do it on your own terms. it’s your life and no one should be in charge of it. you do what you want to do, and don’t try to impress anybody. it’s your path, your route, your life.
I always take the route most traveled. I don’t want to go off the path I’m most comfortable on. What’s the beaten path even have to offer? Who knows. I’ll stick to what I know!
There was this route i took to my house one day. I thought it would be shorter than the one i took home, but unfortunately it wasn’t. I got home late and my parents asked me where i was. I told them i took a different route home and it was a bit longer.
En route. That is what I am. I am en route. I have always been en route to coming back to you, the lover and maker of my soul. You are my destination as well as my origin!!!
I hate taking the wrong route somewhere. When you end up driving through a drug-dealing mexican ghetto or something like that. It’s a pain in the butt. I’d rather take a better route that goes past interesting landmarks and places to visit. What route would I take? 66. For sure.
a path oddly shaped and not well rounded has brought us to
an uncomfortable fork in our relationship. The route less used seems
the most logical to lead to love
Hey, why is there a set-path for everything? Do you mind if I just randomly ran out to the wild and chase all the butterflies? Sure, there might be the big bad wolf, but who says following the set-path is the better end anyway?
There were two routes I could take. One involved total destruction of my present and future lives, but with an important benefit, and the other consisted of potential, but unlikely, happiness, but not without a price. It was time to choose one.
Bored now.
The route has run its course.
Tell me, did you enjoy it as much as I did?
Because I don’t think you know how much I like traveling.
In another era, I was the quintessential gypsy child.
Yeah, street wise, but notably, more honorable and responsible.
It’s not the only way to survive.
But luck isn’t the only ingredient.
You’ve got to have the “intuition” for it.
The heart, the brain and the phenomena.
“It was a route,” said Coach McMifflin, as he drove the tight end home along Route 43, the old Clarksburgh Road. The coach enjoyed days when he won. The lines down the middle of the road were clearer, cleaner, more enticing on such days. The dragonflies outside the windows flew with more grace.
the route takes you down the road that will lead to endless adventure, blessed friends, and tons of hangovers. the wrong route will take you far
I am on route to something. It exist somewhere in a melancholy unborn phase, but it will soon be born, breaking out like the sun over my horizon. Then, and maybe that time is now, I will see the beauty in every face, and hear music in the inked shapes of every letter in my pages.
On route, as the GPS will guide you through. You may be on the literal route, navigating home. Or perhaps you’re on a route to your inner self, finding inner peace and content-ness. Good or bad, let’s continue our routes.
the route to my place has changed so many times over the last few years, and sometimes I find myself getting confused about how I got to certain jobs, or finding out where I lived based on how I got to work (bus, streetcar, subway etc). I guess my route to work has also changed though.
The routes across the nation are like veins strething across the ancient face of our nation. Our people, flowwing along them as the lifeblood that keeps it live. The routes we take can determine who we are.
The route we walk, the path we chose, its all leading to our final destination. Kind of a weird thought.
Time. Money. Passion. Influences. Obstacles.
route is a very futuristic word.
it implys the desire of getting somewhere, where you are not yet, and i like to think, where you have not been. its individualistic. fate. timing.
timing is everything. people go in and out of your life in such a way that when you look back, you can appreciate their presence for the time being.
en route.. to my future. the people i meet, the places i go, the things i witness, the words i hear. en route for what i am about to do. eat, sleep, sex, write.
route. my route.
I took a route down memory lane but I just said that because it reminded me of a couple of songs. Now I’m thinking the route my life is taking and I’m not sure if that’s how I want it to go. Am I rushing too much? Is this what it’s all about? Perhaps my insecurity is one of the things leading my life that I don’t like. Funny huh? And I’m a slow and sloppy writer.
It wasn’t going the right way, it just kept heading directly forward, drawn to the tree like a lost lover. The two objects finally embraced with a horrendously loud smack as the metal curved itself around the trunk.
the road less traveled is overrated. How many untraveled roads can there possibly be? Being unique doesn’t exist because if everyone wants to be unique then no one is unique.
I tried to outrun the old crumbling route that kept pulling me back to the place I was trying to leave the most. No matter which direction I ran, I always ended up right back where I started. Why won’t you just let me go?
I am on route to work- I see a little bird tapping on a window. I stop and look through the window. On the other side there is another little bird.
I tried to outrun the old crumbling route that kept pulling me back to the place I was trying to leave the most. No matter wich direction I ran, I always ended up right back where I started. Why won’t you let me go?
Onward, we say
to the beaten and downtrodden,
onward forward, for we must move on.
But this once,
let them rest.
Let them sleep.
They can’t walk much longer.
They don’t have much blood left to bleed.
Can you find some semblance of mercy in your heart
To just rest?
I always take the same route to school. I know it is the fastest way there – but sometimes I change my route to get a new view on life.
I was on the way there. The road before me was covered in a dense foliage, letting in only speckled sunlight. The grizzled gravel squeaked beneath my tires, “three hours late” I thought, “three hours too late”.
There was only one route in or out of the complex. It was trouble. Worse, it was dangerous. My night vision goggles would help, but I knew they weren’t enough. I was sure there were all kinds of pitfalls awaiting me. And then it happened. A cab pulled up to the gate and punched the buzzer. Within seconds the gate opened and I was in, hanging onto the bumper of the cab as it slowly drug me along the loose gravel road to my target.
It was obvious we had lost our way. The path was crooked and unpaved, long ago we had stepped away from the last stretch of concrete, and were now looking out to a route far off the one we had planned on taking.
en route to the hospital.route 66, get your kicks. route means road or path…i dont like the word route but i do like the word root. Route is too hoighty toighty
The kittens knew the route to their mother’s teats. Spanky pushed Flemsy out of the way, intent on getting the tastiest nipple. Flemsy pushed Glinky and Glinky pushed Snordsworth. Unfazed, Snordsworth hobbled over to Crusher, the Bull Mastiff’s dish and said, “Yo. I’m cute. Gimme your food.” He ate well that night.
Route, it’s unknown and beautiful. Scenic and taking me to places I’ve never been. It means something you follow, but not something that is always the same. Constant, but could be surprising. Anything but boring.
my route will take me on wild adventures. i secretly
dropped out of (art) school and am giving myself some time to do
whatever the fuck i want. the world is my oyster and i will travel,
make art, music, love and NOT have to worry about what fucking time
it is, or what i HAVE to do today or the next. and i really mean
this shit. today is a special day, its january 1 and i haven’t
slept in a loooong time. awesome freaky things always happen when i
do that…. you should try it :D STUMBLE FOREVER
route. hell i don’ t know. i take many routes throughout a given day. i tend to take the same routes from day to day. i’m really a very predictable person, people can always find me because i’m always taking the same routes and routines. do all people act this way?
I took the route home and while I was on my way home I saw a boy on his paper route. It was a nice day and on the route I say a sign that said route 44. It wasn’t a road they were talking about, but a drink. A drink from Sonic.
The bus started along the mountainous road. The bumps hit us hard as we tried to sleep. Night was starting to settle as we continued on the route to Northern Laos. It was the last day of the year. We were embarking on a journey into the future.
I took a trip to Vermont and the byways were very much scary, and the GPS useless. i think of route and that trip
something to lead you in the right direction. you dont even have to know where you are. a road. a trail. the unknown. route. or root. a seed. or the path that leads you to your seed sprouting and growing?
a route is a path. whether a route to work, a route of how to get your homework done for the night. or maybe even the path of your life. but don’t let anyone else write it for you. you do it on your own terms. it’s your life and no one should be in charge of it. you do what you want to do, and don’t try to impress anybody. it’s your path, your route, your life.
Moving through this plane. One path leads to another, never ending, limitless.
I always take the route most traveled. I don’t want to go off the path I’m most comfortable on. What’s the beaten path even have to offer? Who knows. I’ll stick to what I know!
There was this route i took to my house one day. I thought it would be shorter than the one i took home, but unfortunately it wasn’t. I got home late and my parents asked me where i was. I told them i took a different route home and it was a bit longer.
En route. That is what I am. I am en route. I have always been en route to coming back to you, the lover and maker of my soul. You are my destination as well as my origin!!!
I hate taking the wrong route somewhere. When you end up driving through a drug-dealing mexican ghetto or something like that. It’s a pain in the butt. I’d rather take a better route that goes past interesting landmarks and places to visit. What route would I take? 66. For sure.
a path oddly shaped and not well rounded has brought us to
an uncomfortable fork in our relationship. The route less used seems
the most logical to lead to love
A path to a new adventure or to re-live an old one.
Where will the next route take me? Somewhere fun I only hope!
Hey, why is there a set-path for everything? Do you mind if I just randomly ran out to the wild and chase all the butterflies? Sure, there might be the big bad wolf, but who says following the set-path is the better end anyway?
There were two routes I could take. One involved total destruction of my present and future lives, but with an important benefit, and the other consisted of potential, but unlikely, happiness, but not without a price. It was time to choose one.
Bored now.
The route has run its course.
Tell me, did you enjoy it as much as I did?
Because I don’t think you know how much I like traveling.
In another era, I was the quintessential gypsy child.
Yeah, street wise, but notably, more honorable and responsible.
It’s not the only way to survive.
But luck isn’t the only ingredient.
You’ve got to have the “intuition” for it.
The heart, the brain and the phenomena.