“The rules here on Texas are simple,” the planetary guide said. Her voice was smoky, heavy on the mesquite. “They revolve around time and tenderness.” She smiled slowly across the group of neophytes like butter running over grits and into gravy. Then she frowned and fired her eyes at them. “Any brash or burnt transgression will get you shot, understand?”
Each world has its own rules, and each rule is governed by its own world. The Universe, The World, The Arcanum of the Fools… all of which are revealed through them. There is no freedom, yet there are no boundaries.
“Follow the rules!” she yelled from behind the closed door, he extended his middle finger and walked away. He was on his way and wasn’t going to abide anymore.
i can’t hear you what’s that
here’s something to remember
me scaling the stairs and smudging the line and tearing paper, crumple it and toss it at your feet
sorry bro, i’m okay. i’m all right on my own
Rules make things difficult but can also be very helpful. Many people seem to think of rules as imprisonment, but they are actually carriers of more freedom than one can imagine! If one obeys rules, he or she will be happier, despite his or her perception of the “rewards” that breaking the rules will seem to bring.
i can’t hear you what’s that
here’s something to remember
me scaling the stairs and smudging the line and tearing paper, crumple it and toss it at your feet
sorry bro, i’m okay. i’m all right on my own
Hammarabi’s code was the first published system of laws in human history as far as we know. It carried such rules as “if you build a bad roof for a house and a man’s family is killed, your family shall be put to death.”
Trying to follow as best as I can,
But as I age,
As I age,
I cannot help but think that all of these words never were pure,
That they never meant the truth,
And could never protect me,
If to hinder and shelter my world was their goal,
Then they no longer are winning that war,
For I can’t help but find lies in their lines,
So maybe it is time to change these meanings,
And take something else to chain me to safety.
Rules are things that everyone is supposed to follow. The first rules that come to my mind have to do with school. There are also moral rules that differ for everyone. I think some rules are okay to break, especially in certain situations. I don’t think it makes someone a bad person if they do break rules because there are so many that it is hard not to break them.
The rules of the game are simple. You close your eyes, pick up the dice, and throw them as hard as you can against the back of the table. Keeping two fives up is how I always go – went on a run for twenty minutes that way. Made fifty thousand dollars for the guy at the end of the table. But of course, what does he do when it’s his turn but crap out. And when you’re done, they don’t even have the courtesy to throw you a tip. So you see what I mean, right? The rules are simple. If you do favors for others, you’ll watch them walk away without a thank you.
He drew a line under the letter and signed it with a kiss. As he went to fold it, he paused, before picking back up the pencil, turning it on its head, and rubbing out the kiss. Looking back over the letter, he sighed and tucked it inside the envelope.
There are unwritten rules for every aspect of life and society; how to hold hands, how to show affection, how to care, how to feel. All standards set by an unknown entity, a mass that have no ability to think on their own; sheep following those before them, looking behind them to ensure others are doing the same.
Rules are like underwear for when you get older. They lift & support and keep things in their rightful place, and it’s a damn scary sight without them. But it’s fun when there’s the time & place for no rules, or when you flaunt them by flinging off your bra and nickers and dive naked into the pool of I don’t give a rats.
The rules were simple. Don’t think. Just do. Don’t stop for anything. There was no reason to ever stop. All that stopping ever got you was killed. So, the game started. 4 3 2 1 The announcer said over the intercom. And there we were. The 12 of us. All fighting to the death. 12 go in, only 1 comes out.
I keep my rules under my finger nails.
I keep painting over them with red and blue chemicals.
it doesn’t help me to forget them.
i trim them frequently so dirt doesn’t get trapped under them.
One summer i lost my nail clipper
and I fell in love
the rules got mixed up with sand and smoke. i couldn’t see where i was supposed to stop.
I forget that i put the rules there to protect me.
I made a new rule.
Always clip your finger nails
One of out very first real conversations was about my parents’ strict rules. You told me “Rules are meant to be broken.” I said, “I disagree with that, but if I were going to break them, well it’d be with you.”
Reglas, todas estas reglas que pesan sobre mi espalda.
Quiero destruirlas y liberar las alas que yacen escondidas. Pero se me hace imposible, se me hace imposible volar y gritar al mundo que se vaya a joder a otro.
Al diablo todo, mandalo!
Pudranse todos
!
Rules are something that we all need to follow. There are many rules that people must follow in school, but there are also rules that sometimes need to be broken. They may be moral rules that someone else has that anothe person may not follow.
Rules? Oh, honey… Like I’d follow the rules.
Me, I’m the kind of girl who doesn’t play fair. I lie, and cheat, and manipulate to my heart’s content.
I don’t bother with the damn rules, because the rules will only hold me down.
something that holds you back. keeps you in check. like a leash around your throat, keeping you from achieving what you want. they are set by others to keep you in a place they want you to be, to be what they want from you. there is no choice, there are always rules.
Do they really matter?
Do we really have to abide by them?
Are they a contradiction to our beliefs?
Do they make us do stupid things?
Truth be told, rules are just things we use
To try to make sense of things.
there are rules you have to follow, but it’s more fun to just live life the way you want too. You only get one chance, so fuck the rules and do whatchu want.
are interesting. sometimes they are good. other times they can be annoying. especially to little kids who want to do whatever they want. for teens they are often imposed by elders that know better, but the teens don’t want to think so. they want to do whatever they want, just like kids.
all the rules are meant to be broken, the rules mean nothing. I have rules, and I break them. why are there rules and what do they mean to others and how do they impact society. some rules are common to break a rule broken is a rule earned.
rules are set to be followed, rules are also set to be broken. Life becomes a lot more interesting when you don’t follow the rules, instead creating your own path and using the rules merely as a guideline to what might be right and what might be wrong.
You need to know the rules before you can break them. This works for so many things – drawing, writing, driving. Well, with driving you can still get arrested for breaking the rules without knowing them. It’s kind of unfair that way.
My life consists of tons of rules that I have to follow. Rule after rule after rule. I feel as though I’m trapped because so many rules are taking over that I can’t do what I actually want to do. There should be a book of rules that life comes with so that everyone will already know what they initially have to do in order to have time left over for the things that they actually want to do.
Rules are made for reasons, and there are generally equally compelling reasons to break them. I find that rules are typically meant to be followed in order to keep the peace and harmony among groups of people. I think that rules made by men thousands of years ago in the name of a god may not be the rules anyone needs to follow to the letter, but in any relationship with another person, we should set up and define the rules we will follow
“The rules here on Texas are simple,” the planetary guide said. Her voice was smoky, heavy on the mesquite. “They revolve around time and tenderness.” She smiled slowly across the group of neophytes like butter running over grits and into gravy. Then she frowned and fired her eyes at them. “Any brash or burnt transgression will get you shot, understand?”
Each world has its own rules, and each rule is governed by its own world. The Universe, The World, The Arcanum of the Fools… all of which are revealed through them. There is no freedom, yet there are no boundaries.
It’s a complex thing.
“Follow the rules!” she yelled from behind the closed door, he extended his middle finger and walked away. He was on his way and wasn’t going to abide anymore.
i can’t hear you what’s that
here’s something to remember
me scaling the stairs and smudging the line and tearing paper, crumple it and toss it at your feet
sorry bro, i’m okay. i’m all right on my own
Rules make things difficult but can also be very helpful. Many people seem to think of rules as imprisonment, but they are actually carriers of more freedom than one can imagine! If one obeys rules, he or she will be happier, despite his or her perception of the “rewards” that breaking the rules will seem to bring.
Something we need to keep society standing. We could live without but we would become barbarians.
i can’t hear you what’s that
here’s something to remember
me scaling the stairs and smudging the line and tearing paper, crumple it and toss it at your feet
sorry bro, i’m okay. i’m all right on my own
Hammarabi’s code was the first published system of laws in human history as far as we know. It carried such rules as “if you build a bad roof for a house and a man’s family is killed, your family shall be put to death.”
Trying to follow as best as I can,
But as I age,
As I age,
I cannot help but think that all of these words never were pure,
That they never meant the truth,
And could never protect me,
If to hinder and shelter my world was their goal,
Then they no longer are winning that war,
For I can’t help but find lies in their lines,
So maybe it is time to change these meanings,
And take something else to chain me to safety.
Rules are things that everyone is supposed to follow. The first rules that come to my mind have to do with school. There are also moral rules that differ for everyone. I think some rules are okay to break, especially in certain situations. I don’t think it makes someone a bad person if they do break rules because there are so many that it is hard not to break them.
can be useless. prevent things from happening, bad and good. can help. can lead people to a better and/or successfull life. school.work.laws.
I hate rules. They tell u what to do, without any explanation. I know they keep us safe, but sometimes they are just plain dumb.
Do we really need them?
I hate them
But then again
They are necessary
Chaos
People screaming
No order
Families torn apart
Not my kind of place
I hate them somtimes, but they are necessary to aviod chaos
Break a few…. Live a little.
The rules of the game are simple. You close your eyes, pick up the dice, and throw them as hard as you can against the back of the table. Keeping two fives up is how I always go – went on a run for twenty minutes that way. Made fifty thousand dollars for the guy at the end of the table. But of course, what does he do when it’s his turn but crap out. And when you’re done, they don’t even have the courtesy to throw you a tip. So you see what I mean, right? The rules are simple. If you do favors for others, you’ll watch them walk away without a thank you.
He drew a line under the letter and signed it with a kiss. As he went to fold it, he paused, before picking back up the pencil, turning it on its head, and rubbing out the kiss. Looking back over the letter, he sighed and tucked it inside the envelope.
There are unwritten rules for every aspect of life and society; how to hold hands, how to show affection, how to care, how to feel. All standards set by an unknown entity, a mass that have no ability to think on their own; sheep following those before them, looking behind them to ensure others are doing the same.
Rules are like underwear for when you get older. They lift & support and keep things in their rightful place, and it’s a damn scary sight without them. But it’s fun when there’s the time & place for no rules, or when you flaunt them by flinging off your bra and nickers and dive naked into the pool of I don’t give a rats.
The rules were simple. Don’t think. Just do. Don’t stop for anything. There was no reason to ever stop. All that stopping ever got you was killed. So, the game started. 4 3 2 1 The announcer said over the intercom. And there we were. The 12 of us. All fighting to the death. 12 go in, only 1 comes out.
I keep my rules under my finger nails.
I keep painting over them with red and blue chemicals.
it doesn’t help me to forget them.
i trim them frequently so dirt doesn’t get trapped under them.
One summer i lost my nail clipper
and I fell in love
the rules got mixed up with sand and smoke. i couldn’t see where i was supposed to stop.
I forget that i put the rules there to protect me.
I made a new rule.
Always clip your finger nails
i follow the rules,
but my heart is unhappy.
i wish i had no limits.
One of out very first real conversations was about my parents’ strict rules. You told me “Rules are meant to be broken.” I said, “I disagree with that, but if I were going to break them, well it’d be with you.”
Rules are made to be broken
They are not jut a token
Made for a purpose
even if the purpose doesn’t surface
Reglas, todas estas reglas que pesan sobre mi espalda.
Quiero destruirlas y liberar las alas que yacen escondidas. Pero se me hace imposible, se me hace imposible volar y gritar al mundo que se vaya a joder a otro.
Al diablo todo, mandalo!
Pudranse todos
!
Rules are something that we all need to follow. There are many rules that people must follow in school, but there are also rules that sometimes need to be broken. They may be moral rules that someone else has that anothe person may not follow.
Rules? Oh, honey… Like I’d follow the rules.
Me, I’m the kind of girl who doesn’t play fair. I lie, and cheat, and manipulate to my heart’s content.
I don’t bother with the damn rules, because the rules will only hold me down.
something that holds you back. keeps you in check. like a leash around your throat, keeping you from achieving what you want. they are set by others to keep you in a place they want you to be, to be what they want from you. there is no choice, there are always rules.
Do they really matter?
Do we really have to abide by them?
Are they a contradiction to our beliefs?
Do they make us do stupid things?
Truth be told, rules are just things we use
To try to make sense of things.
What are those?
the things we need to follow.
outcast
expectations
boring
I hate it.
I hate that it is what we have to do.
I’m so sad
fuck them.
there are rules you have to follow, but it’s more fun to just live life the way you want too. You only get one chance, so fuck the rules and do whatchu want.
My dad gaves me the rules. To clean up my room. I told him. 60 seconds. I have to write something first.
are interesting. sometimes they are good. other times they can be annoying. especially to little kids who want to do whatever they want. for teens they are often imposed by elders that know better, but the teens don’t want to think so. they want to do whatever they want, just like kids.
all the rules are meant to be broken, the rules mean nothing. I have rules, and I break them. why are there rules and what do they mean to others and how do they impact society. some rules are common to break a rule broken is a rule earned.
Why do we have them? Even when you say there are no rules, there is still at least one rule… that there are no reals.
rules are set to be followed, rules are also set to be broken. Life becomes a lot more interesting when you don’t follow the rules, instead creating your own path and using the rules merely as a guideline to what might be right and what might be wrong.
You need to know the rules before you can break them. This works for so many things – drawing, writing, driving. Well, with driving you can still get arrested for breaking the rules without knowing them. It’s kind of unfair that way.
My life consists of tons of rules that I have to follow. Rule after rule after rule. I feel as though I’m trapped because so many rules are taking over that I can’t do what I actually want to do. There should be a book of rules that life comes with so that everyone will already know what they initially have to do in order to have time left over for the things that they actually want to do.
the guides to my journey. the walls to this and that room. i’ll follow … but you wont like it
Rules are made for reasons, and there are generally equally compelling reasons to break them. I find that rules are typically meant to be followed in order to keep the peace and harmony among groups of people. I think that rules made by men thousands of years ago in the name of a god may not be the rules anyone needs to follow to the letter, but in any relationship with another person, we should set up and define the rules we will follow