the perfect edges that so clearly peirces through the hearts of so many lovers who try to feel the passion in one another’s heart. the square will not know how to act other than sit there only dreaming and hoping for the best beteen her and the lover. too bad.
square is the color of his jaw, the shape of the nose that breaks a hile in his face. he’s only kind of alive, really, as we understand it, but that’s fine boy. Don’t bother him.
he’s alone because if there were more than one of him, we’d be in for one hell of a fight. A deep one, a bad one. Just bow, and hold out the sample, and wait to see if it bits it. Keep your fingers out of the way, son.
triangle bridges and fidgety smidgens. Theirs a smudge in the rub tub of flopped out flipping flubber. It’ll make you bounce. If the world made sense I wouldn’t have fun it.
this is the same word as yesterday,. whats going on in the hood tofay, some peoplecall it a block some people call it but in my life its always been called a square, that one area of my “hood” that could not be touched.. within this barrier of protection
a square, you may think of it as just an object, although it is so uch more than that; through a square you may visualize your future, like a window – it is in a shape of a square and it represents your future.
a square, you may think of it as just an object, although it is so uch more than that; through a square you may visualize your future, like a window – it is in a shape of a square and it represents your future.
She appeared to be an interesting, well-rounded person, who could carry on deep conversations for hours. She didn’t look too bad, either. Once I got to know her well, though, I realized she was just a flat, two-dimensional square with no depth whatsoever.
we are back to the first one, spinning in geometric shapes around each other to come together in this dizzy mess of straight lines and sharp corners. r
We were standing in the square. The ball was about to drop. It was about to be a new year. This year, things would be different. This year, my life would change. “10- 9- 8. . .” and then I heard the shot. That was the last sound I ever would hear
this is a square. it is not a circle or an elipse. it does not edit mistakes or profanities, unlike the ellipse, it does not calculate pi, unlike the circle. this is a square. it is not a rectangle, though some rectangles are squares.
i wish i were a square, then maybe i’d finally fit. circles aren’t really allowed in this place, but thats what i am, always going around in circles. oh well, on to plan B
I like squares. They are boxy. Boxy-licous! Squares are also a name you call a dumb person, like Kyle Walker. Squares don’t look like pie. But pie tastes good. I also like circle.
Like totally. Can you believe this guy. What are those–his grandpa’s glasses or something? Check him out standing there. Oh my god he just spilled his punch. Look out, Judy! Oh Snap!
My life looks like it right about now. I’m pushing a keyboard with SQUARE keys at a job I don’t even like but volunteered to do anyway because it was better than staying in my SQUARE home with my nagging mother.
the perfect edges that so clearly peirces through the hearts of so many lovers who try to feel the passion in one another’s heart. the square will not know how to act other than sit there only dreaming and hoping for the best beteen her and the lover. too bad.
square is the color of his jaw, the shape of the nose that breaks a hile in his face. he’s only kind of alive, really, as we understand it, but that’s fine boy. Don’t bother him.
he’s alone because if there were more than one of him, we’d be in for one hell of a fight. A deep one, a bad one. Just bow, and hold out the sample, and wait to see if it bits it. Keep your fingers out of the way, son.
triangle bridges and fidgety smidgens. Theirs a smudge in the rub tub of flopped out flipping flubber. It’ll make you bounce. If the world made sense I wouldn’t have fun it.
this is the same word as yesterday,. whats going on in the hood tofay, some peoplecall it a block some people call it but in my life its always been called a square, that one area of my “hood” that could not be touched.. within this barrier of protection
a square, you may think of it as just an object, although it is so uch more than that; through a square you may visualize your future, like a window – it is in a shape of a square and it represents your future.
a square, you may think of it as just an object, although it is so uch more than that; through a square you may visualize your future, like a window – it is in a shape of a square and it represents your future.
She appeared to be an interesting, well-rounded person, who could carry on deep conversations for hours. She didn’t look too bad, either. Once I got to know her well, though, I realized she was just a flat, two-dimensional square with no depth whatsoever.
we are back to the first one, spinning in geometric shapes around each other to come together in this dizzy mess of straight lines and sharp corners. r
A cube that is very angular and not round. It something everyone needs, with lots of sugar and tea.
I one ate a cube. That cube was very yuckie. yuckie ducky.
I feel like a square. But I saved a ton by switching to Geico!
Opposite of round, like the head of the geek back in the 50’s, that’s what they used to call them.
A square is square, and thankfully not a triangle.
We were standing in the square. The ball was about to drop. It was about to be a new year. This year, things would be different. This year, my life would change. “10- 9- 8. . .” and then I heard the shot. That was the last sound I ever would hear
this is a square. it is not a circle or an elipse. it does not edit mistakes or profanities, unlike the ellipse, it does not calculate pi, unlike the circle. this is a square. it is not a rectangle, though some rectangles are squares.
i’ve seen a love triangle before, but i’ve never been the invisible corner in a love square. until now.
i wish i were a square, then maybe i’d finally fit. circles aren’t really allowed in this place, but thats what i am, always going around in circles. oh well, on to plan B
I like squares. They are boxy. Boxy-licous! Squares are also a name you call a dumb person, like Kyle Walker. Squares don’t look like pie. But pie tastes good. I also like circle.
Like totally. Can you believe this guy. What are those–his grandpa’s glasses or something? Check him out standing there. Oh my god he just spilled his punch. Look out, Judy! Oh Snap!
My life looks like it right about now. I’m pushing a keyboard with SQUARE keys at a job I don’t even like but volunteered to do anyway because it was better than staying in my SQUARE home with my nagging mother.