When the sun sets in the evening, I find myself sitting quietly. Contemplating another day where I managed to not kill myself or anyone else. Another triumph of modern pharmaceuticals. Yea!
i found my self sitting on a curb in the middle of a street called Simcoe. I remember coming here when I was a teen. I went to the adult learning center there because I dropped out of school. It was my second chance. I blew that too. The church down the street use to give us free lunch on tuesdays. I liked that they had vegetarian alternatives. MMM Veggie chilly.
why in the world should we sit and think? i mean i am sitting right here and typing this out instead of sitting outside on a bench. leaving the sitter with my mom. that would be a first. sitting is good only if you know what you are doing. if you dont know what you are doing sitting is bad. it affects your brain
I am sitting. That is what I do when I’m not doing the seven hundred other things I have on my to-do list. the chair swivels. I should get up. Just one more page, one more stumble, one more game, then I’ll get to the next “thing” on my list. I;ve got plenty of time, don’t I? Besides, I’ve given up my career to be a stay at home mom, right? I’ve earned sitting on my butt priveledges. They are mine!
sitting at my desk and using my computer is one of my favourite pastimes. Sitting can only be done in short periods, though. You need to get up and move around after a while. It is also important to sit with the right posture to take care of your body. Sitting, however, is still one of the comfortabler parts of living, Sure beats walking around all the time. It is something you long for when you cant do it because your job means you have to be on your feet all the time. So it is something to enjoy and be grateful for when you have the chance to do it. I actually spend most of the day sitting so I have a very easy life and I can do whatever I like while I’m sitting. there’s no one to tell me what I should be doing or even how I should be sitting. It’s a good life and I am grateful that it is what I have.
I was sitting on the dock of the bay watching the tide rolliN’ away in to the sunset of i dont know what world it was in. But it wsa nice, it was blue and orange, and I guess we were all pretty content at that moment because how could we not be with such sweet serenity swimming and breathing around us? So then i just went home and slept.
I was sitting in a large oaken chair in the vast chamber of my father’s den, when a book mysteriously and of course totally unexpectedly fell from the highest shelf and landed close to our feet. (My father was at his desk.) I picked it up, always intrigued by “signs”–and gulped when I saw the title: “The Fallen Among Us.”
In the dark of the room I could not see her sitting there. It had been four months since we laid eyes upon each other and knew not how to feel. I froze not knowing how to announce my arrival knowing that she would invariably hate me for what I had done.
i am sitting here at the moment, thinking about what i should be motivated to do. Which direction to take? Should i focus on what i love (indulging myself)or what i should do? who will benefit? who will lose out? Is it me?
Sitting on a cheap pine chair, “gifted” by a shitty apartment complex. The most comfortable position involves one knee up, and now it’s cramping…crap. Everything huts now. I’d rather sit on the floor.
and feeling ants in my pants. Trying to keep my bum on this chair and focus. It is so hard. I don’t enjoy my job anymore. It doesn’t make sense. I feel my life ticking away while I sit and stare at this screen day in and day out. Trying to concentrate to focus. Guilty about not being productive enough…
I’m sitting, sitting, weight falls heavy onto where I’m sitting. Why can’t I write as well as I can sit. MAybe I sit too much, or not enough tooallow the juices to flow to my brain to my pen/keyboard.
legs hurt, no blood in feet, shaking leg, school wtf, church pews, ews ews, ewes like the dog with no mustache, dogs sitting on cliffs that are sitting on dogs named charles, robust dwarves sitting in thrones made out of gold cloth and chef boyardee, big buttoned lipkinds sitting in bowls of soup (swearing that their bums are burning)
stuck here sitting at this computer chair,
uncomfortable and cold.
Bored, hopeless…
Desperate to get out of here.
But I’m tied down, sitting here at school.
quiet still contemplative… With you in my arms, listening to the sound of the rain. It is Autumn, your favorite time of the year, when the temperature is just right and the leaves turn golden. I love you.
I came and thought about sitting but decided to stand as I could get a better view, view of what I don’t know,. but decided with my height that standing was better than sitting, I can see more clearly and be seen, I want to be seen and appreciated. If i sat no one would see me or appreciate me and my talents. I want to be seen, and I can’t be seen if I am sitting, unless I sit on a chair, I wish I had brought a chair, as I could stand on that, if not can I stand on your shoulders. I want to see and be seen, and I want to know what is going on. Do you know what is going on? If so can you tell me?
I fell over in my imagination, cracking my head instantly. In reality, I still sat there. The imaginary pain in the back of my head strangely unbearable.
on a park, sun is shining people are strolling across the park… beautiful winter day… sitting on a chair, at home sun puring in through the window. sitting on an electric chair !!! oh my god… creepy. Sitting in a car, driving fast
Sitting is really good when you just can’t be bothered going anywhere or dong anything, I like sitting personally especially on the couch watching t.v, i think that sitting has it pros and cons, suck as, you can get really bored and sore muscles from sitting for a long period of time, but on the other hand it can be quite realxing after a long day of walking or around especially when sight seeing whilst travelling theres nothing lik getting home and just sitting!!
in a warm place on a chair contemplating suicide whilst being concerned about everyone elses dinner and whether our stairs will eventually kill someone or just scare the neighbours cat as he is apt to be.
I was sitting in the office waiting for the phone to ring. Nothing ever happens when you’re waiting. Not even what you’re waiting for. Maybe I should go get a coffee.
I spend a great deal of time sitting in a red chair in front of the television. The stress of the day creates inertia when I come home, and I can’t help myself.
Around, doing noting. maybe writing a novel or eating thanksgiving dinner. tripping over chairs can hurt. one sitting can be enough, or not enough.
sit ups are annoying, yet beneficial to your health. sitting can be fun, or boring, or lonesome depending on the circumstances.
i’m sitting here, wondering what to do next. it’s quite funny because i do have a lot to do but i just don’t know what to start with. It sort of reminds me of Newton’s 1st law of motion: whatever stays in rest will stay in rest until a net external force acts on it. In other words, Inertia. I need some external force to slap me into my senses and start my work!!
I’m sitting in a chair made of some leather like material. It’s black and has metal. It’s a bit old but sometimes I’m not really comfortable sitting in it. But periodically it isn’t so bad. It would be best if I were sitting in a more comfortable chair. Then I could just fall asleep while sitting.
and so i sat. thinking. Sitting and thinking tend to go hand in hand i think, i sit. Walking requires too much …. everything. when im sitting i can just close my mind to the world.
I am sitting and my ass is painful because I’m in a Mcdonald’s with uncomfortable seating. And as Audiard said, two sitting intellectuals don’t go as far as a walking brute.
sitting here, muscle ache
waiting for my time to come
unnatural light bathes my face
as my fingers travel swiftly
the days repeat themselves
what you have to do on a chair
the way to take a load off your aching feet
animals do it
people do it
a vase can do it
When the sun sets in the evening, I find myself sitting quietly. Contemplating another day where I managed to not kill myself or anyone else. Another triumph of modern pharmaceuticals. Yea!
i love sitting and watching the world go by, sitting in my favourite chair, on my dock, or just sitting on the grass outside. Sitting is underrated.
i found my self sitting on a curb in the middle of a street called Simcoe. I remember coming here when I was a teen. I went to the adult learning center there because I dropped out of school. It was my second chance. I blew that too. The church down the street use to give us free lunch on tuesdays. I liked that they had vegetarian alternatives. MMM Veggie chilly.
why in the world should we sit and think? i mean i am sitting right here and typing this out instead of sitting outside on a bench. leaving the sitter with my mom. that would be a first. sitting is good only if you know what you are doing. if you dont know what you are doing sitting is bad. it affects your brain
I am sitting. That is what I do when I’m not doing the seven hundred other things I have on my to-do list. the chair swivels. I should get up. Just one more page, one more stumble, one more game, then I’ll get to the next “thing” on my list. I;ve got plenty of time, don’t I? Besides, I’ve given up my career to be a stay at home mom, right? I’ve earned sitting on my butt priveledges. They are mine!
sitting here in my boring room.
waiting for her to come.
today we want to take a bath together.
sitting at my desk and using my computer is one of my favourite pastimes. Sitting can only be done in short periods, though. You need to get up and move around after a while. It is also important to sit with the right posture to take care of your body. Sitting, however, is still one of the comfortabler parts of living, Sure beats walking around all the time. It is something you long for when you cant do it because your job means you have to be on your feet all the time. So it is something to enjoy and be grateful for when you have the chance to do it. I actually spend most of the day sitting so I have a very easy life and I can do whatever I like while I’m sitting. there’s no one to tell me what I should be doing or even how I should be sitting. It’s a good life and I am grateful that it is what I have.
I was sitting on the dock of the bay watching the tide rolliN’ away in to the sunset of i dont know what world it was in. But it wsa nice, it was blue and orange, and I guess we were all pretty content at that moment because how could we not be with such sweet serenity swimming and breathing around us? So then i just went home and slept.
Sitting is lazy. Total bums sit. don’t sit if yu sit on a tiny alien with a lethal plasma ray you will die. so don’t sit it,is for bums.
I was sitting in a large oaken chair in the vast chamber of my father’s den, when a book mysteriously and of course totally unexpectedly fell from the highest shelf and landed close to our feet. (My father was at his desk.) I picked it up, always intrigued by “signs”–and gulped when I saw the title: “The Fallen Among Us.”
rumpage – on my bot – here I sit all alone whilst surrounded by others – sitting together alone
sitting
in the chair as straight.. look at that flower in grarden is so nice…my heart flow the way
In the dark of the room I could not see her sitting there. It had been four months since we laid eyes upon each other and knew not how to feel. I froze not knowing how to announce my arrival knowing that she would invariably hate me for what I had done.
i am sitting here at the moment, thinking about what i should be motivated to do. Which direction to take? Should i focus on what i love (indulging myself)or what i should do? who will benefit? who will lose out? Is it me?
Sitting on a cheap pine chair, “gifted” by a shitty apartment complex. The most comfortable position involves one knee up, and now it’s cramping…crap. Everything huts now. I’d rather sit on the floor.
and feeling ants in my pants. Trying to keep my bum on this chair and focus. It is so hard. I don’t enjoy my job anymore. It doesn’t make sense. I feel my life ticking away while I sit and stare at this screen day in and day out. Trying to concentrate to focus. Guilty about not being productive enough…
I’m sitting, sitting, weight falls heavy onto where I’m sitting. Why can’t I write as well as I can sit. MAybe I sit too much, or not enough tooallow the juices to flow to my brain to my pen/keyboard.
legs hurt, no blood in feet, shaking leg, school wtf, church pews, ews ews, ewes like the dog with no mustache, dogs sitting on cliffs that are sitting on dogs named charles, robust dwarves sitting in thrones made out of gold cloth and chef boyardee, big buttoned lipkinds sitting in bowls of soup (swearing that their bums are burning)
stuck here sitting at this computer chair,
uncomfortable and cold.
Bored, hopeless…
Desperate to get out of here.
But I’m tied down, sitting here at school.
quiet still contemplative… With you in my arms, listening to the sound of the rain. It is Autumn, your favorite time of the year, when the temperature is just right and the leaves turn golden. I love you.
I came and thought about sitting but decided to stand as I could get a better view, view of what I don’t know,. but decided with my height that standing was better than sitting, I can see more clearly and be seen, I want to be seen and appreciated. If i sat no one would see me or appreciate me and my talents. I want to be seen, and I can’t be seen if I am sitting, unless I sit on a chair, I wish I had brought a chair, as I could stand on that, if not can I stand on your shoulders. I want to see and be seen, and I want to know what is going on. Do you know what is going on? If so can you tell me?
I fell over in my imagination, cracking my head instantly. In reality, I still sat there. The imaginary pain in the back of my head strangely unbearable.
Don’t rock on your chair.
on a park, sun is shining people are strolling across the park… beautiful winter day… sitting on a chair, at home sun puring in through the window. sitting on an electric chair !!! oh my god… creepy. Sitting in a car, driving fast
Sitting is where most of us do our best thinking. Away from the distractions of the world, or at least in our minds if we have zoned out.
Sitting is really good when you just can’t be bothered going anywhere or dong anything, I like sitting personally especially on the couch watching t.v, i think that sitting has it pros and cons, suck as, you can get really bored and sore muscles from sitting for a long period of time, but on the other hand it can be quite realxing after a long day of walking or around especially when sight seeing whilst travelling theres nothing lik getting home and just sitting!!
in a warm place on a chair contemplating suicide whilst being concerned about everyone elses dinner and whether our stairs will eventually kill someone or just scare the neighbours cat as he is apt to be.
Such a perfect sunny day to sit down, lie down on the grass and look at the blue, blue sky…
I was sitting in the office waiting for the phone to ring. Nothing ever happens when you’re waiting. Not even what you’re waiting for. Maybe I should go get a coffee.
I spend a great deal of time sitting in a red chair in front of the television. The stress of the day creates inertia when I come home, and I can’t help myself.
Around, doing noting. maybe writing a novel or eating thanksgiving dinner. tripping over chairs can hurt. one sitting can be enough, or not enough.
sit ups are annoying, yet beneficial to your health. sitting can be fun, or boring, or lonesome depending on the circumstances.
i’m sitting here, wondering what to do next. it’s quite funny because i do have a lot to do but i just don’t know what to start with. It sort of reminds me of Newton’s 1st law of motion: whatever stays in rest will stay in rest until a net external force acts on it. In other words, Inertia. I need some external force to slap me into my senses and start my work!!
I’m sitting in a chair made of some leather like material. It’s black and has metal. It’s a bit old but sometimes I’m not really comfortable sitting in it. But periodically it isn’t so bad. It would be best if I were sitting in a more comfortable chair. Then I could just fall asleep while sitting.
gkghjkghhhjk
and so i sat. thinking. Sitting and thinking tend to go hand in hand i think, i sit. Walking requires too much …. everything. when im sitting i can just close my mind to the world.
I am sitting and my ass is painful because I’m in a Mcdonald’s with uncomfortable seating. And as Audiard said, two sitting intellectuals don’t go as far as a walking brute.
here just thinking about why I m sitting here thinking about why I am just sitting here.again
sit
still
paint a portrait
“The Picture of Dorian Gray”
lonely, tired, daydreaming