suit of cards, suit of a man
have you come to believe that all of these black and red fabrications are important (the shell being the perfect image of the core)
I wear a blue pinstriped suit down the streets of New York, my black heels clicking against the concrete, and I am alone in my mind of business and life. This road is the one less traveled they say, yet there are millions like me walking to their work, their homes, some place for them to escape. I remember the days when I was a child walking among the sky scrapers and lights with my family, dreaming of running away here some day. That dream has lived, but with different memories and experiences that not even I can describe.
a man was wearing it. He looked good. Dark and Handome
He approached me and asked something ridiculous. I didn’t even bother to answer
i just told him to sit down next to me so that my leg was touching his
I’m suited for many things, many of which I am not currently aware of. I can’t even shed an example. The men on the streets with their suits and Jerry Garcia ties, I take a quick glance. To see maybe one day the man I will marry will be a man on the street with a Jerry Garcia tie, tied tight.
Business. It’s what you’ve always been about. But it’s empty. Hollow. Like you. Like that cavity that should hold a heart. It’s merely a suit, but to you, it’s the world. To me, it’s chains. Enjoy it. Without me.
Well i like wearing suits…they’re pretty sharp and i look kinda good in them i guess…im not quite sure what else to write…it seems the purple bar is ruling my life right now…scary…a line…ruling my life…well i guess thats what the world has come too…wow that sounded really pessimistic…i didn’t really mean all of that…damn…suits…
What is a suit? a monkey outfit that gets you your pursuits
it better be pressed see to impress you got to be nice dressed
suave collar all angles perform, smooth moves like days at the dorm
pants all creased up like bad is the norm. Not too faddish but aren’t you glad
I was born.
the suit was dark red. But with what? What could cause such a stain? Well… that scarlet was no fabric. It was blood. Blood from non other than Betty. They found her.
But Jack wasnt about to let this all slip away undetected. He knew Jessy needed to know. She needed to know that her sister was found. Dead or alive she said.
-suit yourself, she said, and set the bottle down a little too hard. -I’m going to wait for kailee inside. A pause, and then just loud enough for him to hear, -fucker. And her feet padded back across the lawn.
The suit was neatly pressed and hung in the closet like a ghost of his former work. Being laid off was tough, but he didn’t miss putting that wool on every morning and commuting into the city for his job. He could stay at home, sleep late, and even wear jeans the rest of the week. He just wished the suit would stay there forever.
Suits ~ men wearing these often are in charge of our lives and our life decisions…our government, our society…the rules beneath or with which we live. A suit is also something bad at times…it is a legal process that can wreak havoc on your life.
It’s something you wear when you want to be fancy, when you want to look good and you want to impress others. You wear a fancier one at prom, when you want to get laid, in order to impress your date. You might even wear one to work every day. But the thing is you wear it to impress others.
the man in the grey suit had no where to go. He knew that if he were discovered he would be killed. Bleeding from a minor leg wound his movement was slow and laboured.
suits suit me pretty well. although they may be stuffy at times you can make it casual by choosing one in a light color and a light fabric. like a linen suit. that would suit me very well – me in a linen suit in my suite.
perfectly polished and ironed, pinstripe thin strife wired to the reels, wired to explode. rabid goose flesh flourishes along the ridges, temples steam sweat drops like sweat suits deliver and I’m contorted in fragments that bend and blur as I twitch.
I like to dress up in suits, like those business people on the streets in time square, walking and talking on the phones, ignoring the world and media around them. I like to dress up like the people who have good jobs, and have no problem with not being involved.
suit?! again. WHY. I think of a mail man. And a guy wearing a suit. With fancy shoes. Or converse. This guy has short brown hair. Random thought — NAKED. :P Hhaha, yeah that’s it.
suits are for men. i am a woman. being a woman is a curious thing…men have it much easier…..BLAH. i say DOWN WITH THE MEN! ahahahahaaa! just kidding…im not crazy, dont worry.
Pinned down. I’m looking like a million bucks and I have zero. Fanciful for glory but I’m not even getting laid. But this composition of attire makes all the difference.
He put on his suit, like always. Three piece. He stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his tie and running his hand lightly over his gelled hair, feeling the rough tips under the pads of his fingers, and he sighed. This was a day just like any other. Today would be no different than yesterday.
the man wore a brown suit covered in mud, why was it covered in mud? well let me tell you why . it all begain at 6 am . he got up showered and ate his raisn bran drank his coffee and was off to work . it had rained the night before . a heavy rain and the streets were muddy. he walked to work everyday like most people in this big city.
Following suit. That’s what Amy was always doing. And these days following suit meant playing beer pong on school nights with her new group of friends, and hooking up with her senior beer pong partners.
there was a man who wore a suit. he was a very handsome man, tan and broad, and worked at an unknown company. no one knew who he worked for, where he worked, or why he wore that suit every day. it seemed to be the same plain black suit. a mystery.
i like suits they are fancy and warm, which is sometimes bad. And ugly asshole guys wear them and complain constantly. but they look damn fine on girls. hmmm maybe i shall go buy one now. PEACE~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Suits are truly amazing things. One can look snazzy, classy or even sleazy in a well fitted suit.
Suits are a must for any wannabe gangster or hard man. The way it forces people to look at you and respect you makes it the ultimate must have item.
He woke up. The lid was shut. A brown, oak exteriror, with soft plush insides. He could hear muffled noises, very quitely, whispering solemn songs outside. The man in his best-fitted suit.
He pulled on the suit but it felt awkward. Proms had never been that appealling but Gemini seemed so excited about it and he didn’t want to dissapoint her. With a final adjustment of his corsage, he walked out his door.
*
“Hey there beautiful.” Arsen said, watching Gemini descend the fancy staircase.
I would love to wear one. But I can’t afford one right now. The correct suit will add millions to the image of the wearer. I have a huge collection of ties that could go with suits. But yet again, I can’t afford them. I don’t know how bad or good I’ll look if I wore one. Not even at my wedding. God save me!
It’s all in the suit that you wear. your personality is defined by the suit you wear. first impressions are made based on appearances and thousands of judgements are made before you open you’re mouth. it could mean the difference between unemployment and employment, laid or not. end game
I am in my summer suit today.
My comfortable-and-dressed-up-and-want-to-have-fun-and-not-bother-with-the-world-suit.
But I wear a lot of suits for a lot of things.
For my emotions, for that day, for that time.
My most important suit is my camouflage suit, though.
I have a lot of things to hide.
The man in the suit wasn’t a good person. I mean, maybe he was, but I didn’t want to think of him as that. He was the one who took me from my dad, why should he be a good person? I don’t care if my dad was a little eccentric or drank a lot or maybe let me do more things that I should be allowed to, but he was a good dad.
suit of cards, suit of a man
have you come to believe that all of these black and red fabrications are important (the shell being the perfect image of the core)
He wore a gray suit, black stripes running up the side. His black tie matched it perfectly, as if to say that he was above the crowd. this sucks.
what is the matter with you?
Why aren’t you talking to me?
This is not going anywhere.
He said that faraway, there is a world, a city, that might suit him better.
I love a woman in suit. Nothing beats it, no slit in a fancy dress, no cleavage. Carrying yourself is the key. Transforming yourself into grace.
suit me, suit you. suit up, suit down. sweet suite.
I wear a blue pinstriped suit down the streets of New York, my black heels clicking against the concrete, and I am alone in my mind of business and life. This road is the one less traveled they say, yet there are millions like me walking to their work, their homes, some place for them to escape. I remember the days when I was a child walking among the sky scrapers and lights with my family, dreaming of running away here some day. That dream has lived, but with different memories and experiences that not even I can describe.
a man was wearing it. He looked good. Dark and Handome
He approached me and asked something ridiculous. I didn’t even bother to answer
i just told him to sit down next to me so that my leg was touching his
I’m suited for many things, many of which I am not currently aware of. I can’t even shed an example. The men on the streets with their suits and Jerry Garcia ties, I take a quick glance. To see maybe one day the man I will marry will be a man on the street with a Jerry Garcia tie, tied tight.
Business. It’s what you’ve always been about. But it’s empty. Hollow. Like you. Like that cavity that should hold a heart. It’s merely a suit, but to you, it’s the world. To me, it’s chains. Enjoy it. Without me.
Well i like wearing suits…they’re pretty sharp and i look kinda good in them i guess…im not quite sure what else to write…it seems the purple bar is ruling my life right now…scary…a line…ruling my life…well i guess thats what the world has come too…wow that sounded really pessimistic…i didn’t really mean all of that…damn…suits…
What is a suit? a monkey outfit that gets you your pursuits
it better be pressed see to impress you got to be nice dressed
suave collar all angles perform, smooth moves like days at the dorm
pants all creased up like bad is the norm. Not too faddish but aren’t you glad
I was born.
I took him in, with his perfectly pressed suit with creases in the trousers so sharp they looked like you could slice your finger on them
the suit was dark red. But with what? What could cause such a stain? Well… that scarlet was no fabric. It was blood. Blood from non other than Betty. They found her.
But Jack wasnt about to let this all slip away undetected. He knew Jessy needed to know. She needed to know that her sister was found. Dead or alive she said.
-suit yourself, she said, and set the bottle down a little too hard. -I’m going to wait for kailee inside. A pause, and then just loud enough for him to hear, -fucker. And her feet padded back across the lawn.
The suit was neatly pressed and hung in the closet like a ghost of his former work. Being laid off was tough, but he didn’t miss putting that wool on every morning and commuting into the city for his job. He could stay at home, sleep late, and even wear jeans the rest of the week. He just wished the suit would stay there forever.
I think of a bad song from a bad band a long time ago. I dont own a suit. Im 24 and dont have 1. I want one, i wanna look awesome.
Suits ~ men wearing these often are in charge of our lives and our life decisions…our government, our society…the rules beneath or with which we live. A suit is also something bad at times…it is a legal process that can wreak havoc on your life.
It’s something you wear when you want to be fancy, when you want to look good and you want to impress others. You wear a fancier one at prom, when you want to get laid, in order to impress your date. You might even wear one to work every day. But the thing is you wear it to impress others.
the man in the grey suit had no where to go. He knew that if he were discovered he would be killed. Bleeding from a minor leg wound his movement was slow and laboured.
man. suit on a guy. ice cream. mail man. black. fancy square toed shoes. short brown hair. cute. (: I love suits on guys<3.
suits suit me pretty well. although they may be stuffy at times you can make it casual by choosing one in a light color and a light fabric. like a linen suit. that would suit me very well – me in a linen suit in my suite.
perfectly polished and ironed, pinstripe thin strife wired to the reels, wired to explode. rabid goose flesh flourishes along the ridges, temples steam sweat drops like sweat suits deliver and I’m contorted in fragments that bend and blur as I twitch.
to follow suit – to wear a suit – suitable – that suits you very well
wearing one makes you feel professional
I like to dress up in suits, like those business people on the streets in time square, walking and talking on the phones, ignoring the world and media around them. I like to dress up like the people who have good jobs, and have no problem with not being involved.
suit?! again. WHY. I think of a mail man. And a guy wearing a suit. With fancy shoes. Or converse. This guy has short brown hair. Random thought — NAKED. :P Hhaha, yeah that’s it.
suits are for men. i am a woman. being a woman is a curious thing…men have it much easier…..BLAH. i say DOWN WITH THE MEN! ahahahahaaa! just kidding…im not crazy, dont worry.
Pinned down. I’m looking like a million bucks and I have zero. Fanciful for glory but I’m not even getting laid. But this composition of attire makes all the difference.
zoot suit
suit
business, rustling, grey
stifling
business
suit
strolling the streets in a suit
confidence
authority
business
suit.
He put on his suit, like always. Three piece. He stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his tie and running his hand lightly over his gelled hair, feeling the rough tips under the pads of his fingers, and he sighed. This was a day just like any other. Today would be no different than yesterday.
the man wore a brown suit covered in mud, why was it covered in mud? well let me tell you why . it all begain at 6 am . he got up showered and ate his raisn bran drank his coffee and was off to work . it had rained the night before . a heavy rain and the streets were muddy. he walked to work everyday like most people in this big city.
Following suit. That’s what Amy was always doing. And these days following suit meant playing beer pong on school nights with her new group of friends, and hooking up with her senior beer pong partners.
there was a man who wore a suit. he was a very handsome man, tan and broad, and worked at an unknown company. no one knew who he worked for, where he worked, or why he wore that suit every day. it seemed to be the same plain black suit. a mystery.
i like suits they are fancy and warm, which is sometimes bad. And ugly asshole guys wear them and complain constantly. but they look damn fine on girls. hmmm maybe i shall go buy one now. PEACE~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Suits are truly amazing things. One can look snazzy, classy or even sleazy in a well fitted suit.
Suits are a must for any wannabe gangster or hard man. The way it forces people to look at you and respect you makes it the ultimate must have item.
He woke up. The lid was shut. A brown, oak exteriror, with soft plush insides. He could hear muffled noises, very quitely, whispering solemn songs outside. The man in his best-fitted suit.
He pulled on the suit but it felt awkward. Proms had never been that appealling but Gemini seemed so excited about it and he didn’t want to dissapoint her. With a final adjustment of his corsage, he walked out his door.
*
“Hey there beautiful.” Arsen said, watching Gemini descend the fancy staircase.
I would love to wear one. But I can’t afford one right now. The correct suit will add millions to the image of the wearer. I have a huge collection of ties that could go with suits. But yet again, I can’t afford them. I don’t know how bad or good I’ll look if I wore one. Not even at my wedding. God save me!
It’s all in the suit that you wear. your personality is defined by the suit you wear. first impressions are made based on appearances and thousands of judgements are made before you open you’re mouth. it could mean the difference between unemployment and employment, laid or not. end game
I am in my summer suit today.
My comfortable-and-dressed-up-and-want-to-have-fun-and-not-bother-with-the-world-suit.
But I wear a lot of suits for a lot of things.
For my emotions, for that day, for that time.
My most important suit is my camouflage suit, though.
I have a lot of things to hide.
The man in the suit wasn’t a good person. I mean, maybe he was, but I didn’t want to think of him as that. He was the one who took me from my dad, why should he be a good person? I don’t care if my dad was a little eccentric or drank a lot or maybe let me do more things that I should be allowed to, but he was a good dad.