I imagine you in a suit and all I can see is a gorgeous man. I’ve always loved the way a nice suit looks on a man. I can’t wait to see you in one someday. You will look like the definition of class. I know it.
What suit, suits you best? Mad, Sad, or just plain happy. Find your suit and wear it. Be who you are and let nothing hold you back. Be all that you can be. Be what you feel is the real you and stick to those morals.
He sits there waiting silently until time is up stalking people to kill slowly to there death to the world beneath his feet. “Die for blood, Die for blood, Die for blood!” he says before he pounces and sucks you dry.
the suit was simple and plain, but so attractive. she could hardly stand it. she went up to him and asked the question she’d been dying to ask all night. “im caroline, whats your name?” “john” he replied. lacking a next step, she racked her brain for what to do next
Everyday we dress ourselves in the things that tell the tale we want to tell. We sing to people. We whisper to people.
But, mostly, we lie to people.
These suits we buy, we borrow, we steal.
These are the faces we put up and these are the lies we tell.
I don’t own any of them. I don’t really understand them. I guess what I mean to say is that I don’t really understand why I think they look good. There’s nothing in my history that suggests I should, so I assume it’s some kind of awesome advertising brainwash that I can’t decypher. Like, what makes a collared shirt and a suit jacket and tie so god damn appealing?
He is there again, watching me, waiting for me to come out. What is he going to do when I finally give in? Should I give in? No, I need to stay strong. How does he know where I live? He is always standing there, watching me carefully, in his black suit.
It was given to him by his father, chosen for this interview, his first real suit. His parents hoped he’d get into law school. He’d be happy just getting to date the girl who took his application.
He appeared at her front door in a rented suit. It was frayed at the edges and smelled vaguely of cigarretes, but she loved it all the same because it was him through and through.
black and white or more style cards and business all seriousness it suit it suit yourself if you dare! new york is walking suits business men and coffee shops suit yourself.
A suit is used when wanting to dress formal. Usually made for men. Suits are worn usually to weddings, outings, etc. A suit can come in many different colors, the most common being black. A tie is usually worn with said suit. Suits are amazing.
Democritus dealt the cards to the students and explained his rules. After most of the pupils were nodding in understanding, he stood back up and cued the slides to change. With each slide came another signal for the cards to be passed around and in the end, just like he had predicted, the cards were in order by number and suit. This whole ordeal took less than 30 seconds and shocked most of the class.
“Let me explain…” he started.
“It suits you,” said my sister as I stood in front of the full-length mirror, the yards of white tulle spilling around me like cresting waves. The diamond on my finger belied the clench in my stomach as my fake-smiling mouth agreed.
I have to wear a suit everyday to my unpaid internship. I hate it. It makes me wonder about my motivations for doing things. I want to be a musician, but the need to be something in the world creates a tough conflict.
My heart dropped through the floor as the last card turned. Three hearts, and two cards remaining. Beads of sweat prickled the back of my neck, but I kept my breath measured. I had him pegged with a King-Jack, but maybe, just maybe, could they be hearts? My off-suit Ace-King–not a heart between them–were making my palm itch. Everything rode on this hand.
gross. i dont want to wear one. unless its a swimsuit. i like those. suits. grey. is it gray or grey. gris in spanish. spanish. spain. i want to go to mexicooooooooooooooo. when is it time for dinner. im muy hungry. mucho hambre
going to work five days a week i am concerned more about how good i would look in a suit, and the way others wear theirs, than with the work i am expected to do. at the same time i wonder if i wnt to be a suit the rest of my life. maybe i would prefer to be a pair of corduroys.
Are we suited? Do we suit i think not so i’ll spare myself the misery and move on but then i love so maybe we do suit but time will tell for now it appears a mystery which it is not for i know that we truly do not suit.
I’ll change them to spades, that way we can fight our way through. I find them beautiful and strong, and in the chaos of our minds, the king and the queen, we’ll fight through the rags and the masks and the chaos. Let’s not get lost, we’re not even playing crazy crazy eights.
Looking into the mirror , wondering what the monotony of the day would bring. Waking, showering and adorning the “suit”.. a symbol of the robotic society we all have to live in to survive.
my bathing suit was blue and gold. It was the most disgusting thing I’d ever seen. I hated wearing it, until one day… One boy, he looked at me and loved my suit. He thought I looked amazing. I smiled. Now I love that bathing suit.
There’s a man sitting there,
on the bench
waiting for his bus
and what’s most subtle,
most absolutely astonishing:
his suit is a perfect
black as the night sky,
in broad daylight.
How many kinds of suits are there? So many probably..swim suit, business suits, this suits me well, well, that’s all I can think of right now. I wore a swim suit earlier, but I don’t think i’ve ever worn a buisness suit, those are probably just for men
He wore a dark blue navy suit and a glittering silver watch.
The way he sat there and drank his coffe sent passersby the
same message: I’m busy and important. For me, there was
another unspoken message: I can change your life and
there’s nothing you can do about it.
my dad used to wear suits. I remember him walking out the door in the morning and thinking that he might not come back. he always did but that uncertainty plagued me. In the winter he wore heavy wool coats and leather gloves that matched and smelled strongly of after shave.
there is a suit, a suit that will grant you your every wish. this suit is indeceitable it will trick you if your are greedy, but if you are blissful it will bring your tramendous wonders.
There’s nothing like a man in a suit. Dapper, smart, whatever you want to call them, nothing beats them.
It’s a sign of someone who likes to look their best. A gentleman. One who takes pride in their appearance.
There’s something about a man in a suit.
The three-piece suit she bought me was still hanging in the closet. Looking it over in there haunted me. I knew it would never be worn again in its life time.
It all started because I’d decided to buy a black tuxedo at one of the stores downtown with the money I’d earned from the job I’d taken during the summer. Sheila thought it was so stupid–I’d spent all that time bussing tables and getting home at midnight and I decided to use the money buying a tuxedo for myself. An important point I’d like to add is that I’m a girl.
Something to be worn by men and women for particular events, interviews and work. Associated with clean and rich.
I imagine you in a suit and all I can see is a gorgeous man. I’ve always loved the way a nice suit looks on a man. I can’t wait to see you in one someday. You will look like the definition of class. I know it.
Suit, she sobbed, suit! What the hell can I write about a suit!
What suit, suits you best? Mad, Sad, or just plain happy. Find your suit and wear it. Be who you are and let nothing hold you back. Be all that you can be. Be what you feel is the real you and stick to those morals.
case, brief, applicable, 3ppiece, It suits me just fine. It is suitable,
He put on the suit. He hadnt worn one in quite awhile. It felt new and crisp on his shoulders. It smelled like new persona.
He hoped she would like it.
cover yourself in a pinstripe suit
move the shoulder
move the shoulder
i don’t know the definition of forever
right now my insides are burning
right now my lips are yours
He sits there waiting silently until time is up stalking people to kill slowly to there death to the world beneath his feet. “Die for blood, Die for blood, Die for blood!” he says before he pounces and sucks you dry.
the suit was simple and plain, but so attractive. she could hardly stand it. she went up to him and asked the question she’d been dying to ask all night. “im caroline, whats your name?” “john” he replied. lacking a next step, she racked her brain for what to do next
Everyday we dress ourselves in the things that tell the tale we want to tell. We sing to people. We whisper to people.
But, mostly, we lie to people.
These suits we buy, we borrow, we steal.
These are the faces we put up and these are the lies we tell.
I don’t own any of them. I don’t really understand them. I guess what I mean to say is that I don’t really understand why I think they look good. There’s nothing in my history that suggests I should, so I assume it’s some kind of awesome advertising brainwash that I can’t decypher. Like, what makes a collared shirt and a suit jacket and tie so god damn appealing?
I walked slowly to the man in the suit. He stalked towards his car in the midnight sun> His fangs popped out of his mouth and he attacked me>
theres this guy who is wearing a suit and it is raining on the day of his wedding and his soon to be wife is pissed.. whatcha gonna do
He is there again, watching me, waiting for me to come out. What is he going to do when I finally give in? Should I give in? No, I need to stay strong. How does he know where I live? He is always standing there, watching me carefully, in his black suit.
It was given to him by his father, chosen for this interview, his first real suit. His parents hoped he’d get into law school. He’d be happy just getting to date the girl who took his application.
He appeared at her front door in a rented suit. It was frayed at the edges and smelled vaguely of cigarretes, but she loved it all the same because it was him through and through.
black and white or more style cards and business all seriousness it suit it suit yourself if you dare! new york is walking suits business men and coffee shops suit yourself.
black blue
tie to boot
what man
what a suit
she licks his ear
kiss on the collar
in that kind of color
he needs no pallor.
I see you know
in that suit of lead
so foreign from your hands, so red.
A suit is used when wanting to dress formal. Usually made for men. Suits are worn usually to weddings, outings, etc. A suit can come in many different colors, the most common being black. A tie is usually worn with said suit. Suits are amazing.
Democritus dealt the cards to the students and explained his rules. After most of the pupils were nodding in understanding, he stood back up and cued the slides to change. With each slide came another signal for the cards to be passed around and in the end, just like he had predicted, the cards were in order by number and suit. This whole ordeal took less than 30 seconds and shocked most of the class.
“Let me explain…” he started.
“It suits you,” said my sister as I stood in front of the full-length mirror, the yards of white tulle spilling around me like cresting waves. The diamond on my finger belied the clench in my stomach as my fake-smiling mouth agreed.
I have to wear a suit everyday to my unpaid internship. I hate it. It makes me wonder about my motivations for doing things. I want to be a musician, but the need to be something in the world creates a tough conflict.
My heart dropped through the floor as the last card turned. Three hearts, and two cards remaining. Beads of sweat prickled the back of my neck, but I kept my breath measured. I had him pegged with a King-Jack, but maybe, just maybe, could they be hearts? My off-suit Ace-King–not a heart between them–were making my palm itch. Everything rode on this hand.
gross. i dont want to wear one. unless its a swimsuit. i like those. suits. grey. is it gray or grey. gris in spanish. spanish. spain. i want to go to mexicooooooooooooooo. when is it time for dinner. im muy hungry. mucho hambre
going to work five days a week i am concerned more about how good i would look in a suit, and the way others wear theirs, than with the work i am expected to do. at the same time i wonder if i wnt to be a suit the rest of my life. maybe i would prefer to be a pair of corduroys.
Are we suited? Do we suit i think not so i’ll spare myself the misery and move on but then i love so maybe we do suit but time will tell for now it appears a mystery which it is not for i know that we truly do not suit.
I’ll change them to spades, that way we can fight our way through. I find them beautiful and strong, and in the chaos of our minds, the king and the queen, we’ll fight through the rags and the masks and the chaos. Let’s not get lost, we’re not even playing crazy crazy eights.
Looking into the mirror , wondering what the monotony of the day would bring. Waking, showering and adorning the “suit”.. a symbol of the robotic society we all have to live in to survive.
my bathing suit was blue and gold. It was the most disgusting thing I’d ever seen. I hated wearing it, until one day… One boy, he looked at me and loved my suit. He thought I looked amazing. I smiled. Now I love that bathing suit.
There’s a man sitting there,
on the bench
waiting for his bus
and what’s most subtle,
most absolutely astonishing:
his suit is a perfect
black as the night sky,
in broad daylight.
How many kinds of suits are there? So many probably..swim suit, business suits, this suits me well, well, that’s all I can think of right now. I wore a swim suit earlier, but I don’t think i’ve ever worn a buisness suit, those are probably just for men
He wore a dark blue navy suit and a glittering silver watch.
The way he sat there and drank his coffe sent passersby the
same message: I’m busy and important. For me, there was
another unspoken message: I can change your life and
there’s nothing you can do about it.
my dad used to wear suits. I remember him walking out the door in the morning and thinking that he might not come back. he always did but that uncertainty plagued me. In the winter he wore heavy wool coats and leather gloves that matched and smelled strongly of after shave.
there is a suit, a suit that will grant you your every wish. this suit is indeceitable it will trick you if your are greedy, but if you are blissful it will bring your tramendous wonders.
There’s nothing like a man in a suit. Dapper, smart, whatever you want to call them, nothing beats them.
It’s a sign of someone who likes to look their best. A gentleman. One who takes pride in their appearance.
There’s something about a man in a suit.
man in the ice cream suit, he’s gonna shoot
man in the ice cream suit, he’s gonna run
man in the ice cream suit, he’s gonna do it again
What is left when you remove the sugary element.
The three-piece suit she bought me was still hanging in the closet. Looking it over in there haunted me. I knew it would never be worn again in its life time.
It all started because I’d decided to buy a black tuxedo at one of the stores downtown with the money I’d earned from the job I’d taken during the summer. Sheila thought it was so stupid–I’d spent all that time bussing tables and getting home at midnight and I decided to use the money buying a tuxedo for myself. An important point I’d like to add is that I’m a girl.
It was the suit that contained everything that he could use to save his family from financial crisis.