Sturdy, all in a row. Sometimes clean and shiny. Rough when old. Rough but worn and smooth. Smells of chalk and erasers. Old wood covered in hot melted plastic laminate. Not real. Not elaborate. Just governmental issue. Chewed gum stuck under the edges and you want to touch it but you can’t. Tests, standardized, groups and clusters, separate, learnig levels.
Tables hold my every secret; they are the most essential aspect of my life. The paper which I reveal my deepest darkest thoughts on rests on a table. I spend evenings growing closer to my family and friends at the table. The food which fuels my body lies on a table. Without tables my life would be empty.
This was it…He walked towards the table she sat at. Anger mixed with stress created the sweat bead on his head. The winter night was never cool enough for this conversation…They stared. He spoke.
tables hold up objects, they allow us to have somewhere to eat, to draw, to write. they have four legs, a top and are strong, something that I’m not. they’re always turning, for the good or for the bad. always changing, maybe we have more in common then I thought.
Tables are sturdy, unlike me. They can hold so many things and not crumble. However, every time a problem is thrown my way my entire world collapses and I cannot even function. I wish I could be more like a table; the only constant in my life.
I like tables that are made of wood. Wood is a really nice material. It is hard and durable. You can lie on top of tables and feel pretty stable. Lying on a wooden table I think about the trees it is from and I love thinking about trees. Their leaves make a coolness. Isn’t that nice, they create a coolness? I really like it. Also tables are so extremely useful, and I like that in an inanimate object.
tables are good to eat on…or stand on whichever you prefer. I prefer to turn it upside down and try to stand on one of the legs.. now thats what a table is used for. Whatever you please!
The tables were lined up in a long row, shiny under the glow of the chandelier’s, a hundred candles reflected in each surface. Jason had to choose one – only one – and if he chose the wrong one, everything would end. He squinted, and sighed, and shifted nervously, then finally picked one with lions bursting at the bottom of the legs, black ebony.
Tables, I find you everywhere. In all shapes and sizes, you can be the most interesting thing in the world. I remember a table that I loved when I was a young girl it was bright pink and had all my favorite stickers plastered on it.
I like tables because they remind me of meeting places. When having a conversation with someone or numerous someones the key is a great table. Round preferablly or rectangle booth style.
tall chairs and stuff always makes me think of tables i dont know why and i dont know what i am writing and i wish i understood the purpose of this game lol…long tall chairs keep coming to my mind and then a restuarant pops into my head and then i imagine i am in Greece all over again and then i dont know what else to say about this word because tables are just tables and they’re cool to use and stuff
Carrie grew more and more concerned that she wouldn’t be able to remember the multiplication table. Her mother had been riding her hard all week and today was the day of the big test. There were tears in her eyes and fear in her heart. Which just succeeded in clogging any hope of remembering ANYTHING at all. With a hard sigh, she pushed through the hoards of students in the hallway and stumbled into her math class. Mr Hart had already passed out the tests as she took a seat at her desk, wiping the sweat from her brow, Carrie took out her pencil and waited for the bell to ring.
tables are commonplace. I have one in my bedroom, I put my printer on top of it. we have one in the kitchen, that’s where I used to eat meals. I eat at my desk now, but that’s not much of a table. tables are communal, they are for families and friends, and sometimes I find tables to be such a faraway concept. four legs, and a top, stable, a lot of things I am not.
are good for food friends and good nights. always provide warmth and some sort of comfort. are stable, stand level on four legs and are constant. never waiver or become weak, theres something sturdy about them. are always bulilt with the same design in mind but are never exactly the same, kind of like people
the tables have turned on us, i never thought we’d end up this way. but there are four thousand reasons in the form of miles as to why and some things just can’t be the same but
i still wish you would have stayed
Tables not only help people hold things up but they are the only thng in life we are certain of. They are the balance. the act of dependance. They hold your belongings, your important things, they hold the most and the least of something. THey make a room look nice. They brighten things. They strengthen things. Tables come in many different sizes and shapes but one things remains the same: they help. They are strong. in a life full of imbalances, they are the balance, our support.
Tables are the basis of all consumption in america. The people usually sat down together in order to eat as a group. Times have changed though and the table is now a lonely bit of furniture
i see tables. tables everywhere. i sit at one. it sits on me. but who cares. its just a table. but not just one table. its tons of tables. like millions of bees in a hive. sitting on each other. but its just a table. not a bench. just a table.
Once I really wanted to have sex on a table and my boyfriend and I would talkabout it al lthe time. Today, I played dominoes ona table, and it had a really pretty cloth on it. It kept knocing over all of my dominoes and people could see what I had and I would get mad. and flustered.
I don’t miss you. But I do miss our table and the sweet summer days we spent there. I remember wishing that time could freeze and thinking that you were the only one who ever really saw me. Remembering these moments and how quickly they can fade away makes me wonder if anything matters at all.
All I remember is the announcement: “Tornado Warning in Effect”. Rather than panic, as I had obviously done, you turned it into to game, to calm my nerves.
“You know, honey, they say that if you hide under a table, you’re safer than out in the open. Why don’t we build the best fort we can, and nothing can hurt us”.
Although I knew it probably wasn’t true, it seemed better than crying on the couch.
We sat at the table playing checkers in a little coffee shop down the road from our university. three girls and one guy. I had never hung out with him, but the others had. he was really cool, and he had his arm around me most of the night. it was nice. i can still feel the prickly feeling from his light shadow on his chin.
the tables have turned again, i never thought we’d end up this way. but there are four thousand reasons in the form of miles as to why and some things just can’t be the same but i wished you would have stayed
there are tables in class with writings on them, etchings and drawings and stupid, silly, sentiments. i use the tables to hide my stomach, use the tables to put my arms on, use the tables to write on. sometimes i put my head down, sometimes i fail a quiz, sometimes i just sit. tables are a strange concept, if you think about it, but they do make a hell of a lot of sense. even the dirty ones.
people like to sit at tables even though they dont know how to build them we have lost carpenter skills jesus built do they always have to have leg? sit around and enjoy the company hopefully if not arguing about work politics or money. more importantly for my family dinner and entertainment
how is it through the glass top with seats of different styles
are rectangular and awesome. they hold my daily things. my empty water bottles. my stuffed animals and various toys i play with when i don’t feel like doing actual work. everything it holds is organized accordingly to my deranged and partly false priorities.
I sit at a table and eat food. Mmmm. Yummy food. I enjoy pasta, especially spaghetti… did I spell it right? Spaghetti? SPAGHETTI MONSTER!!! Tables have wooden legs, which were considered a phallic symbol in the 1800’s and covered up! Weird right? Everyone LOVES phallic symbols.
I sat in the chair from him across the table. He was weak, battered bruised. I reached out. Touched him with my fingertips. A tear fell. I kissed it off his cheek. “I love you.” He whispered. I wish he knew how much I loved him too.
Whad’a want?” He shuffled a cigarette out of the packet and grasped it between his lips
“Whad’a think? The money you owe me.”
“Now don’t get twitchy. Put that gun away.”
“Don’t tell me what to do. Just give me the money. You don’t like it when the tables are turned do you!”
Tables are very useful in holding things up. Food goes good on tables, and so do people. They can be pretty too. Some tables don’t even look like what we think of as tables. It’s kinda cool.
I always sit at tables alone. I’m in class, sitting there, embarrassed because people are probably thinking.. gosh, i don’t know.
I sit at tables alone.
I’m always hoping someone will sit near me, at least.
I’m like a contagious disease.
Tables are tables where you usually put your coffee on and lay your book in the morning. I think I am done about tables. If you translate the word to Spanish will mean something related to food.
Sturdy, all in a row. Sometimes clean and shiny. Rough when old. Rough but worn and smooth. Smells of chalk and erasers. Old wood covered in hot melted plastic laminate. Not real. Not elaborate. Just governmental issue. Chewed gum stuck under the edges and you want to touch it but you can’t. Tests, standardized, groups and clusters, separate, learnig levels.
they are held up by legs they come in many different colors you eat on them some peole have sex on them they hold things they get messy i painted m
Tables hold my every secret; they are the most essential aspect of my life. The paper which I reveal my deepest darkest thoughts on rests on a table. I spend evenings growing closer to my family and friends at the table. The food which fuels my body lies on a table. Without tables my life would be empty.
This was it…He walked towards the table she sat at. Anger mixed with stress created the sweat bead on his head. The winter night was never cool enough for this conversation…They stared. He spoke.
tables hold up objects, they allow us to have somewhere to eat, to draw, to write. they have four legs, a top and are strong, something that I’m not. they’re always turning, for the good or for the bad. always changing, maybe we have more in common then I thought.
Tables, Tables, Tables. Why must you always be in my way when I am trying to get by? You’ve left me with bumps and bruises. I do not appreciate it.
Tables are sturdy, unlike me. They can hold so many things and not crumble. However, every time a problem is thrown my way my entire world collapses and I cannot even function. I wish I could be more like a table; the only constant in my life.
I like tables that are made of wood. Wood is a really nice material. It is hard and durable. You can lie on top of tables and feel pretty stable. Lying on a wooden table I think about the trees it is from and I love thinking about trees. Their leaves make a coolness. Isn’t that nice, they create a coolness? I really like it. Also tables are so extremely useful, and I like that in an inanimate object.
my life is spread out on tables…
tables are good to eat on…or stand on whichever you prefer. I prefer to turn it upside down and try to stand on one of the legs.. now thats what a table is used for. Whatever you please!
The tables were lined up in a long row, shiny under the glow of the chandelier’s, a hundred candles reflected in each surface. Jason had to choose one – only one – and if he chose the wrong one, everything would end. He squinted, and sighed, and shifted nervously, then finally picked one with lions bursting at the bottom of the legs, black ebony.
Tables, I find you everywhere. In all shapes and sizes, you can be the most interesting thing in the world. I remember a table that I loved when I was a young girl it was bright pink and had all my favorite stickers plastered on it.
I like tables because they remind me of meeting places. When having a conversation with someone or numerous someones the key is a great table. Round preferablly or rectangle booth style.
tall chairs and stuff always makes me think of tables i dont know why and i dont know what i am writing and i wish i understood the purpose of this game lol…long tall chairs keep coming to my mind and then a restuarant pops into my head and then i imagine i am in Greece all over again and then i dont know what else to say about this word because tables are just tables and they’re cool to use and stuff
Carrie grew more and more concerned that she wouldn’t be able to remember the multiplication table. Her mother had been riding her hard all week and today was the day of the big test. There were tears in her eyes and fear in her heart. Which just succeeded in clogging any hope of remembering ANYTHING at all. With a hard sigh, she pushed through the hoards of students in the hallway and stumbled into her math class. Mr Hart had already passed out the tests as she took a seat at her desk, wiping the sweat from her brow, Carrie took out her pencil and waited for the bell to ring.
tables are commonplace. I have one in my bedroom, I put my printer on top of it. we have one in the kitchen, that’s where I used to eat meals. I eat at my desk now, but that’s not much of a table. tables are communal, they are for families and friends, and sometimes I find tables to be such a faraway concept. four legs, and a top, stable, a lot of things I am not.
are good for food friends and good nights. always provide warmth and some sort of comfort. are stable, stand level on four legs and are constant. never waiver or become weak, theres something sturdy about them. are always bulilt with the same design in mind but are never exactly the same, kind of like people
It stood over there… next to the chair. Strong, sturdy, and made of wood.
They turn on me–too often. I find them cold, unyielding, dangerous.
the tables have turned on us, i never thought we’d end up this way. but there are four thousand reasons in the form of miles as to why and some things just can’t be the same but
i still wish you would have stayed
Tables not only help people hold things up but they are the only thng in life we are certain of. They are the balance. the act of dependance. They hold your belongings, your important things, they hold the most and the least of something. THey make a room look nice. They brighten things. They strengthen things. Tables come in many different sizes and shapes but one things remains the same: they help. They are strong. in a life full of imbalances, they are the balance, our support.
I sit at them. I end up underneath them. I stub my toe on them. They bring pleasure, protection and pain.
Tables are the basis of all consumption in america. The people usually sat down together in order to eat as a group. Times have changed though and the table is now a lonely bit of furniture
Many tables.
Times tables, kotatsu tables, sturdy tables, kokuhaku tables, dirty tables.
i see tables. tables everywhere. i sit at one. it sits on me. but who cares. its just a table. but not just one table. its tons of tables. like millions of bees in a hive. sitting on each other. but its just a table. not a bench. just a table.
coffee mug, apples, fruit bowl, still life painting, awkward family dinners, wood, chairs, place-mats, grandmas, cookies, cooking, tortillas, table cloths, wood.
Once I really wanted to have sex on a table and my boyfriend and I would talkabout it al lthe time. Today, I played dominoes ona table, and it had a really pretty cloth on it. It kept knocing over all of my dominoes and people could see what I had and I would get mad. and flustered.
I don’t miss you. But I do miss our table and the sweet summer days we spent there. I remember wishing that time could freeze and thinking that you were the only one who ever really saw me. Remembering these moments and how quickly they can fade away makes me wonder if anything matters at all.
All I remember is the announcement: “Tornado Warning in Effect”. Rather than panic, as I had obviously done, you turned it into to game, to calm my nerves.
“You know, honey, they say that if you hide under a table, you’re safer than out in the open. Why don’t we build the best fort we can, and nothing can hurt us”.
Although I knew it probably wasn’t true, it seemed better than crying on the couch.
We sat at the table playing checkers in a little coffee shop down the road from our university. three girls and one guy. I had never hung out with him, but the others had. he was really cool, and he had his arm around me most of the night. it was nice. i can still feel the prickly feeling from his light shadow on his chin.
the tables have turned again, i never thought we’d end up this way. but there are four thousand reasons in the form of miles as to why and some things just can’t be the same but i wished you would have stayed
there are tables in class with writings on them, etchings and drawings and stupid, silly, sentiments. i use the tables to hide my stomach, use the tables to put my arms on, use the tables to write on. sometimes i put my head down, sometimes i fail a quiz, sometimes i just sit. tables are a strange concept, if you think about it, but they do make a hell of a lot of sense. even the dirty ones.
people like to sit at tables even though they dont know how to build them we have lost carpenter skills jesus built do they always have to have leg? sit around and enjoy the company hopefully if not arguing about work politics or money. more importantly for my family dinner and entertainment
how is it through the glass top with seats of different styles
are rectangular and awesome. they hold my daily things. my empty water bottles. my stuffed animals and various toys i play with when i don’t feel like doing actual work. everything it holds is organized accordingly to my deranged and partly false priorities.
I sit at a table and eat food. Mmmm. Yummy food. I enjoy pasta, especially spaghetti… did I spell it right? Spaghetti? SPAGHETTI MONSTER!!! Tables have wooden legs, which were considered a phallic symbol in the 1800’s and covered up! Weird right? Everyone LOVES phallic symbols.
I sat in the chair from him across the table. He was weak, battered bruised. I reached out. Touched him with my fingertips. A tear fell. I kissed it off his cheek. “I love you.” He whispered. I wish he knew how much I loved him too.
Whad’a want?” He shuffled a cigarette out of the packet and grasped it between his lips
“Whad’a think? The money you owe me.”
“Now don’t get twitchy. Put that gun away.”
“Don’t tell me what to do. Just give me the money. You don’t like it when the tables are turned do you!”
Tables are very useful in holding things up. Food goes good on tables, and so do people. They can be pretty too. Some tables don’t even look like what we think of as tables. It’s kinda cool.
I always sit at tables alone. I’m in class, sitting there, embarrassed because people are probably thinking.. gosh, i don’t know.
I sit at tables alone.
I’m always hoping someone will sit near me, at least.
I’m like a contagious disease.
Tables are tables where you usually put your coffee on and lay your book in the morning. I think I am done about tables. If you translate the word to Spanish will mean something related to food.