The suit was something that I wore to the dance party. The suit contained everything, including pens, pencils, car keys, house keys, oh the stuff it contained. It was a limitless supply of everything I ever wanted and more. The suit was a way for me to compare how rich I was to everybody else.
Just today I gave away my one suit jacket. To be honest I barely ever wore it; only once to a funeral. Life’s too short to wear anything uncomfortable.
He turned in front of the mirror, thumb pressing against his lapel. “Is it too tight?”
“No,” she replied, tugging at the hem of his pants. “You’re just too used to those big coats, where you could hide the fact that you were wearing pajamas and not a suit.”
i like my suit. its black and smart. it makes me look more intelligent than i really am. a mask i hide behind, no one needs to know the real me. people accept me when i wear this suit
He looked so sharp in the tailored suit. So unlike himself – so unlike his usual jeans and faded shirt. He hoped that he didn’t look fake – that he looked genuine in his finery.
Pretend I am when no doubt I am not
Forgot to iron so I got caught
pretending to be, simply
one step from the tree
orginal skin I be in
everything else is a
mask, is a sin.
suits. they make me think of men. tall handsome men that have something to do, that have done something with their lives. respectable men. funny men, family men, men who are serious when need be. men i’d like to get with, hey hey. wall street men, men who have JOBS and such and such. indeed. mostly, they remind me of jon and stephen and conan, which makes me smile. oh those boys. yes, the word ‘suit’ reminds me of talk-show hosts. is that so bad? at least i don’t associate them with the mafia or bigotry (random) or something. shouldn’t my minute be up yet? hmm… well, i suppose i’ll just keep writing then. though i think i’ve run out of things to say about suits… they’re attractive. that’s something about suits. makes me think of kaiba’s “big five” too. yes, i am that much of a nerd. oh goodness, i went over. oh well.
this guy, he’s so fancy in his suit. looking like michael scott in his suit. doesn’t he know that jim halpert is sooo much sexier?! just a shirt and tie, baby. smart is the new sexy! :)
i saw a man with a tan suit. He was sitting next to me at a Broadway play. He had a pretty lady sitting next to him. I thought they were married, but apparently i was wrong.
A businessman walking down Wal Street in New York City rushing to get to work after getting his coffee from the Starbucks around the corner from his office
The zoo was a quiet place this time of year. There were rarely visitors and the only consistent customer was the old man in the brown suit. He would always walk in with his season pass and just sit on the bench facing the elephant cage.
Do we suit each other? After 17 years I’d like to think so. With you I feel complete. Cant hat be a bad thing? Can it be a good thing? All I know is I am happy when you are here. I guess you suit me at least.
I wore my best suit the night I took you out for the first time. You weren’t very interested, though. I guess you didn’t like the restaurant. Maybe it was too fancy for you.
The man in the checkered suit checked his watch. It was well past One o’clock in the morning; the person he agreed to meet with should have boarded the yacht already. The stars glinted overhead, and the man was reminded of the deadly poisons that he carried with him. The person who wanted him had asked for a very special poison specifically; oh yes, a very special one indeed.
a suit is usually in three pieces. A jacket, pants and perhaps a vest. Usually, men wears suits however there are also suits designed for women. This was not always the case but fashion styles are ever changing.
NOUN
Something worn to look classy, to blend in, to look “nice”, to look like everyone else. All suits look the same. Either to feel special, or to hide, to disguise, to look the same.
VERB
What suits you? What suits me?
Is it what satisfies you, makes you happy, goes well for you?
I wake up each morning and act the gentleman. Dry cleaned suit. Buffed up shoes. I check my briefcase and strap it tight before I leave, coffee in hand. I walk the distance to the bus stop and upon arrival I check my watch. Like clock work. I sip my coffee.
She is there again. She smiles. I smile back. “Good morning” she says. “Indeed.” I reply. The bus pulls up, and we board to our opposite ends. I pull some pages from my briefcase, reviewing the days work. Sip some coffee.
The bus pulls away.
Indeed.
a suit is what you are forced to wear once you have a real job. when all of the fun goes away and all you are left with is your suit, your job, your alarm clock and your paycheck.
the suit of card that i have in my hand always depends on the card i draw before it the deck provides all but the right suit that i need the deck provides me the suit that i dont need but it always ends up keeping the suit i do need and in the end the deck has all suits and keeps all suits
i want a birthday suit. i want a birthday cake. and on my birthday i will wear my suit. naked. does that mean ill be naked. i always thought your “birthday suit” meant your bare skin….
Mystery.
The wearer could be anyone.
doing anything.
In a wedding.
Getting married.
Working.
Playing.
What do they do…
In and out of the suit?
They certainly look important.
I’ve got my life in a suitcase I’m ready to run, run, run away. I’ve got no time ’cause I’m always trying to run, run, run away. And everyday just feels like it’s only a game. I’ve got my life in a suitcase, a suitcase, a suitcase…
Barney Stinson tells people to suit up. And he’s right. If we all walked around sometimes in sharp black, tan, or white suits, with proper bow ties or long ties and fedoras, we’d all get to feel pretty damn cool, and maybe we’d even act that way, polite and proper.
Suits me fine that we only have 10 months of school yet are behind the rest of the world in educational achievement. it suits me fine because i know my family is doing its part and needs a summer break, even if that break seems to be shrinking each year. hours of homework, hours of planning classroom activities, hours of after hours for bob the college administrator. we’re giving that 10 month year our all and it suits me fine.
mystery.
The wearer could be anyone doing anything.
In a wedding, getting married, working, playing.
What do they do…
In and out of the suit?
They certainly look important.
He wore it so nicely and it surprised her. His suit made him look spiffy. She liked it. She was surprised by almost everything about the sight, espeically how it made her feel.
men in suits. black, confining, confusing. a front. is there a softness behind that tie? if i unbuttoned that shirt would i see your heart?
The suit was something that I wore to the dance party. The suit contained everything, including pens, pencils, car keys, house keys, oh the stuff it contained. It was a limitless supply of everything I ever wanted and more. The suit was a way for me to compare how rich I was to everybody else.
His suit made him look like a million dollars. He stood there waiting for her and she just melted.
He sat there,the fire crackled,the wind outside howled and his small ginger cat gave a tiny little
“mew”
Just today I gave away my one suit jacket. To be honest I barely ever wore it; only once to a funeral. Life’s too short to wear anything uncomfortable.
He turned in front of the mirror, thumb pressing against his lapel. “Is it too tight?”
“No,” she replied, tugging at the hem of his pants. “You’re just too used to those big coats, where you could hide the fact that you were wearing pajamas and not a suit.”
i like my suit. its black and smart. it makes me look more intelligent than i really am. a mask i hide behind, no one needs to know the real me. people accept me when i wear this suit
He looked so sharp in the tailored suit. So unlike himself – so unlike his usual jeans and faded shirt. He hoped that he didn’t look fake – that he looked genuine in his finery.
Pretend I am when no doubt I am not
Forgot to iron so I got caught
pretending to be, simply
one step from the tree
orginal skin I be in
everything else is a
mask, is a sin.
suits. they make me think of men. tall handsome men that have something to do, that have done something with their lives. respectable men. funny men, family men, men who are serious when need be. men i’d like to get with, hey hey. wall street men, men who have JOBS and such and such. indeed. mostly, they remind me of jon and stephen and conan, which makes me smile. oh those boys. yes, the word ‘suit’ reminds me of talk-show hosts. is that so bad? at least i don’t associate them with the mafia or bigotry (random) or something. shouldn’t my minute be up yet? hmm… well, i suppose i’ll just keep writing then. though i think i’ve run out of things to say about suits… they’re attractive. that’s something about suits. makes me think of kaiba’s “big five” too. yes, i am that much of a nerd. oh goodness, i went over. oh well.
Can you extrapolate the essence of someone into a suit? A man in an office, high up, overlooking buildings and others lesser. Can’t you see it on him?
this guy, he’s so fancy in his suit. looking like michael scott in his suit. doesn’t he know that jim halpert is sooo much sexier?! just a shirt and tie, baby. smart is the new sexy! :)
i saw a man with a tan suit. He was sitting next to me at a Broadway play. He had a pretty lady sitting next to him. I thought they were married, but apparently i was wrong.
A tear ripped through my newly bought suit as I ran home from the high class party. This wasn’t my type of thing anyway.
A businessman walking down Wal Street in New York City rushing to get to work after getting his coffee from the Starbucks around the corner from his office
The zoo was a quiet place this time of year. There were rarely visitors and the only consistent customer was the old man in the brown suit. He would always walk in with his season pass and just sit on the bench facing the elephant cage.
Do we suit each other? After 17 years I’d like to think so. With you I feel complete. Cant hat be a bad thing? Can it be a good thing? All I know is I am happy when you are here. I guess you suit me at least.
why should being in your birthday suit be a crime? technically its still a suit, correct? or they would not call it that.
sharp sexy clean manly pinstripes luxurious influential expensive
I wore my best suit the night I took you out for the first time. You weren’t very interested, though. I guess you didn’t like the restaurant. Maybe it was too fancy for you.
The man in the checkered suit checked his watch. It was well past One o’clock in the morning; the person he agreed to meet with should have boarded the yacht already. The stars glinted overhead, and the man was reminded of the deadly poisons that he carried with him. The person who wanted him had asked for a very special poison specifically; oh yes, a very special one indeed.
i wish i could suit you like she does. but beggars can’t be choosers.
a suit is usually in three pieces. A jacket, pants and perhaps a vest. Usually, men wears suits however there are also suits designed for women. This was not always the case but fashion styles are ever changing.
NOUN
Something worn to look classy, to blend in, to look “nice”, to look like everyone else. All suits look the same. Either to feel special, or to hide, to disguise, to look the same.
VERB
What suits you? What suits me?
Is it what satisfies you, makes you happy, goes well for you?
I wake up each morning and act the gentleman. Dry cleaned suit. Buffed up shoes. I check my briefcase and strap it tight before I leave, coffee in hand. I walk the distance to the bus stop and upon arrival I check my watch. Like clock work. I sip my coffee.
She is there again. She smiles. I smile back. “Good morning” she says. “Indeed.” I reply. The bus pulls up, and we board to our opposite ends. I pull some pages from my briefcase, reviewing the days work. Sip some coffee.
The bus pulls away.
Indeed.
a suit is what you are forced to wear once you have a real job. when all of the fun goes away and all you are left with is your suit, your job, your alarm clock and your paycheck.
bed room suit i wear a suit in my bed room with has a bed room suit in it. and that suits me just fine.
suit.. a swim suit or a tux. a man in a tux next to a woman in a bikini…. oye at least they are not reversed. that would not be suitable.
the suit of card that i have in my hand always depends on the card i draw before it the deck provides all but the right suit that i need the deck provides me the suit that i dont need but it always ends up keeping the suit i do need and in the end the deck has all suits and keeps all suits
i want a birthday suit. i want a birthday cake. and on my birthday i will wear my suit. naked. does that mean ill be naked. i always thought your “birthday suit” meant your bare skin….
Mystery.
The wearer could be anyone.
doing anything.
In a wedding.
Getting married.
Working.
Playing.
What do they do…
In and out of the suit?
They certainly look important.
suits are really ffancy i guess. thay’re like dresses for guys you know? like they’re fancy but not. there are cute girl’s suits too at bealls.
I’ve got my life in a suitcase I’m ready to run, run, run away. I’ve got no time ’cause I’m always trying to run, run, run away. And everyday just feels like it’s only a game. I’ve got my life in a suitcase, a suitcase, a suitcase…
Barney Stinson tells people to suit up. And he’s right. If we all walked around sometimes in sharp black, tan, or white suits, with proper bow ties or long ties and fedoras, we’d all get to feel pretty damn cool, and maybe we’d even act that way, polite and proper.
Suits me fine that we only have 10 months of school yet are behind the rest of the world in educational achievement. it suits me fine because i know my family is doing its part and needs a summer break, even if that break seems to be shrinking each year. hours of homework, hours of planning classroom activities, hours of after hours for bob the college administrator. we’re giving that 10 month year our all and it suits me fine.
dad. blue. suitor? maybe…. i made a suit. thus the blue. they can be uncomfortable and yet sexy. i like guys in suits.
mystery.
The wearer could be anyone doing anything.
In a wedding, getting married, working, playing.
What do they do…
In and out of the suit?
They certainly look important.
The suit of the card I was currently holding was a heart. Not spades or clubs or diamonds just hearts.
He wore it so nicely and it surprised her. His suit made him look spiffy. She liked it. She was surprised by almost everything about the sight, espeically how it made her feel.
I wore my suit to work today, it is currently the only suit I own. The suit was my father’s, before he died.