Pot sa spun multe despre verbul “a spune”. Cu toate acestea, se stie bine ca ceea ce spui este putin din ceea ce transmiti. Daca am retinut bine din scoala, 20%. Mai mult decat ceea ce spui este important ceea ce gandesti si ceea ce transmiti nonverbal. Tu esti tu mai mult prin ceea ce faci decat ceea ce spui.
Man, getting spun, boy that can be quite interesting. Depending on your type of spun. You can spin in circles, over and over and over and feel extremely spun… or you can be one of those worthless people who get spun on harrible drugs, take you pic.
I spin on the wheel until my eyes roll back.
My friends laugh and giggle.
Sticking my tongue out, I catch the wind.
Stomach aching and growling, I get off.
Now I’m dizzy as ever.
I ask the “I fast I spun?”
She watched me as I spun around over and over again. Always looking for something without knowing where. Trying and trying. Falling. Standing up. Setting new goals. Moving forward. Then step back. Spinning again. Now and forever.
She never said a word.
I spun out of control, falling into the seemingly bottomless space below me. I crashed into the pool, splashing everyone around me. I surfaced, coughing and choking, trying to ignore the humiliation I felt. My name is Cindy and I am a victim of EMitis (Embarassing mum itis)
He watched as the spider spun a web of effort upon his windowsill. How does the spider accept the fact that its creation won’t last? Oblivious to an inevitable fate. Such is the will of creatures.
Today I am spun out, like a dune buggy whirling to a grainy halt, and the driver raising his hands from the wheel to slowly pull his goggles up and spitting sand as he does, and the cloud of his circles dissipates to reveal he’s exactly where he started, lodged in the hub of a perfect rut.
spun is a word. it contains 4 letters. err its english, maybe?. you can see it on this page. kill it. it is written in pink. the last letter is “n”. the first letter is “s”. the pre-last letter is “u”. the second letter is “p”.
Life spun out of context in that one second. With the car spinning round and round, his life seemed to pass by in a centrifuge with him at the center. Then it all came to a standstill. It all ended.
ah, being fucked up. not sure if you should keep going but you think that you will, but it doesn’t really matter, but sleep is not really an option. too much to drink, maybe another drink would get me over that hump? maybe i’ll just sit here, spun? perhaps….or just
The wind was chill, my heart cold as stone, as you sat in front of me and spun your final tales. Of life, of death, and all that’s in between. Lies that would break my heart, yet set my soul on fire.
the fairy floss spun into action and lots of pink swirls started evolving. the taste was like rainbows and the feeling was like pillows. Fairy floss became my new favorite treat and i had loved it ever since.
arms outstretched her fingertips caught the evening light,
she let her head roll as hair trailed like something lost, or perhaps found.
she swirled and twirled, skirts dancing and heels stamping.
free.
the grass beneath her cool, the sky above her wide, she was alone yet apart of everything. the world danced at her height. and she embraced it with mindless joy.
his records spun round on the turntable…Rock with You…Thriller…on and on…his music will live on…spun and wound through the soundtrack of so many lives…God Bless You Michael Jackson
her hair was spun full of dancing stars sprinkled by faeries. but as she looked closer she saw that she was once again living in her own little world of perceptions and in fact it was spider webs and she had forgotten to bath for ohhh… maybe months. being alone in a cabin does that.
she sat down and waited for the ride to begin. It was just a matter of seconds before he would see her fear, and put his arm around her, allowing her to feel safe and secure. The ride spun them around, back and forth. The fun they shared was indescribable. She saw the world in him. If only he knew.
There was a web up high above the table, spun on the frame of the lamp. The family watched the spider moving gracefully as the web was spun not only during dinner, but also during the day.
I didn’t have a minute this time…or had more than that last time.
oh what a tangled web you weave, if you had just adopted my technique and spun yourself some material you would not be so distraught, thrown together so perfectly and automatic
i’m going all around. This moment is crazy. I’m totally spun. crazy phone calls. ex love in pic. cousin in hospital. sad and honoring michael jackson on tv. i gotta do my finals but today is too crazy. i’m spun spun spun. totally. today is all about circles.
twirling twirling and never stopping. stopping brings dizziness so i will never stop. balance is in the mind and the body can do without it. the toppling of the world is in the spinning of my mind.
i was spinning one day and the world began to turn and whirl. my perception of reality blurred and colors all turned to one. people became lines and plants became blobs. everything that i thought mattered with all that didn’t and i was finally one.
Wieso schon wieder so ein Wort? Vorher – und ich habe es verpasst, war es “Garn” – oder eines dieser Dinge. Und nun “gesponnen”? Das muss ich nicht verstehen, oder? Die Verwirrung legt meiner Kreativit
gold words on the end of your tongue my heart flutters in anticipation of the very next word you aren’t even saying for me. i have to get back to my own business. spin my fb life for my own consumption. that’s all.
i spun around and behind me there was a bear. the bear started to growl so i ran away. i ran until i came to a cabin and i went inside. it was clear that the cabin was deserted. i had to choose between the cabin or the bear. i chose the bear.
You spin my head right round right round, when you go down, when you go down down…
Gah. I hate having random songs stuck in my head. I don’t like how they sound, I don’t like their lyrics, I don’t like anything about them at all. But they’re catchy. And they latch onto my mind like some sort of a leech. A leech that sucks out any productivity I have and replaces it with the constant reverberations of inane music.
Rumplestilkin spun things and spun things into gold for the spoiled princess. We continue to spin lies and deceits. Talk about spin doctors.
I spun threads around
Your broken feet to heal you
The feel you grow next to me
Tall and brave and
Everything I’m not
it was me, you and the whole world
intertwined together in a labyrinth
talking like everybody knows
spun in a web full of lies
Pot sa spun multe despre verbul “a spune”. Cu toate acestea, se stie bine ca ceea ce spui este putin din ceea ce transmiti. Daca am retinut bine din scoala, 20%. Mai mult decat ceea ce spui este important ceea ce gandesti si ceea ce transmiti nonverbal. Tu esti tu mai mult prin ceea ce faci decat ceea ce spui.
Man, getting spun, boy that can be quite interesting. Depending on your type of spun. You can spin in circles, over and over and over and feel extremely spun… or you can be one of those worthless people who get spun on harrible drugs, take you pic.
rodando, rodando num s
I spin on the wheel until my eyes roll back.
My friends laugh and giggle.
Sticking my tongue out, I catch the wind.
Stomach aching and growling, I get off.
Now I’m dizzy as ever.
I ask the “I fast I spun?”
I was spun around violently and thrown on the bed where I was raped by two men.
in the spur of the spun, i’ll like it! where to go? i wont like it! oh my god! they wil go!!! oh yeah, dont blame them!
She watched me as I spun around over and over again. Always looking for something without knowing where. Trying and trying. Falling. Standing up. Setting new goals. Moving forward. Then step back. Spinning again. Now and forever.
She never said a word.
I spun out of control, falling into the seemingly bottomless space below me. I crashed into the pool, splashing everyone around me. I surfaced, coughing and choking, trying to ignore the humiliation I felt. My name is Cindy and I am a victim of EMitis (Embarassing mum itis)
once i was drunk and chewed at the same time it wa tequila pukedand puked definitely was spun
He watched as the spider spun a web of effort upon his windowsill. How does the spider accept the fact that its creation won’t last? Oblivious to an inevitable fate. Such is the will of creatures.
Today I am spun out, like a dune buggy whirling to a grainy halt, and the driver raising his hands from the wheel to slowly pull his goggles up and spitting sand as he does, and the cloud of his circles dissipates to reveal he’s exactly where he started, lodged in the hub of a perfect rut.
The candy floss spun and spun, making my head dizzy. Despite surrounded by sweetness, it made me sad and I thought of you.
It’s a pun.
She spun the web like angels hair in scattered lines across the stars.
spun is a word. it contains 4 letters. err its english, maybe?. you can see it on this page. kill it. it is written in pink. the last letter is “n”. the first letter is “s”. the pre-last letter is “u”. the second letter is “p”.
Life spun out of context in that one second. With the car spinning round and round, his life seemed to pass by in a centrifuge with him at the center. Then it all came to a standstill. It all ended.
ah, being fucked up. not sure if you should keep going but you think that you will, but it doesn’t really matter, but sleep is not really an option. too much to drink, maybe another drink would get me over that hump? maybe i’ll just sit here, spun? perhaps….or just
The wind was chill, my heart cold as stone, as you sat in front of me and spun your final tales. Of life, of death, and all that’s in between. Lies that would break my heart, yet set my soul on fire.
the tale she spun was a wild one, no one believe a word and she was left to walk away alone and face the music
the fairy floss spun into action and lots of pink swirls started evolving. the taste was like rainbows and the feeling was like pillows. Fairy floss became my new favorite treat and i had loved it ever since.
We spun round like children under the clouds. It was like we were 5 again. You held my hand and whispered softly, “This is the best day ever..”
arms outstretched her fingertips caught the evening light,
she let her head roll as hair trailed like something lost, or perhaps found.
she swirled and twirled, skirts dancing and heels stamping.
free.
the grass beneath her cool, the sky above her wide, she was alone yet apart of everything. the world danced at her height. and she embraced it with mindless joy.
his records spun round on the turntable…Rock with You…Thriller…on and on…his music will live on…spun and wound through the soundtrack of so many lives…God Bless You Michael Jackson
yarn, knitting,
her hair was spun full of dancing stars sprinkled by faeries. but as she looked closer she saw that she was once again living in her own little world of perceptions and in fact it was spider webs and she had forgotten to bath for ohhh… maybe months. being alone in a cabin does that.
she sat down and waited for the ride to begin. It was just a matter of seconds before he would see her fear, and put his arm around her, allowing her to feel safe and secure. The ride spun them around, back and forth. The fun they shared was indescribable. She saw the world in him. If only he knew.
Fully spun about, the man was aghast. Could this happen to others, had it? The world itself, on edge. It cannot be this way. IT must be solved!
There was a web up high above the table, spun on the frame of the lamp. The family watched the spider moving gracefully as the web was spun not only during dinner, but also during the day.
I didn’t have a minute this time…or had more than that last time.
oh what a tangled web you weave, if you had just adopted my technique and spun yourself some material you would not be so distraught, thrown together so perfectly and automatic
i’m going all around. This moment is crazy. I’m totally spun. crazy phone calls. ex love in pic. cousin in hospital. sad and honoring michael jackson on tv. i gotta do my finals but today is too crazy. i’m spun spun spun. totally. today is all about circles.
twirling twirling and never stopping. stopping brings dizziness so i will never stop. balance is in the mind and the body can do without it. the toppling of the world is in the spinning of my mind.
i was spinning one day and the world began to turn and whirl. my perception of reality blurred and colors all turned to one. people became lines and plants became blobs. everything that i thought mattered with all that didn’t and i was finally one.
Wieso schon wieder so ein Wort? Vorher – und ich habe es verpasst, war es “Garn” – oder eines dieser Dinge. Und nun “gesponnen”? Das muss ich nicht verstehen, oder? Die Verwirrung legt meiner Kreativit
gold words on the end of your tongue my heart flutters in anticipation of the very next word you aren’t even saying for me. i have to get back to my own business. spin my fb life for my own consumption. that’s all.
He spun around, his coat dancing around him in the windless day. That was the last saw of him, a tiny flimsy puppet blown by the explosion blast.
i spun around and behind me there was a bear. the bear started to growl so i ran away. i ran until i came to a cabin and i went inside. it was clear that the cabin was deserted. i had to choose between the cabin or the bear. i chose the bear.
You spin my head right round right round, when you go down, when you go down down…
Gah. I hate having random songs stuck in my head. I don’t like how they sound, I don’t like their lyrics, I don’t like anything about them at all. But they’re catchy. And they latch onto my mind like some sort of a leech. A leech that sucks out any productivity I have and replaces it with the constant reverberations of inane music.