I got out a taper recorder and then realised i only own blank cd’s. Shit, better go to the retro shop, ight pick up some rubix cubes while I’m there. You can never have too many. Sellotape is also important.
The scotch tape held up her favorite items on her walls for year. But today, she looked at them in scorn. She asked herself why she taped up ripped up pictures from magazines. When did she think this was a good idea? This isn’t me, she thought. I am no longer this person I made myself. As her mind filled up with thoughts, she grabbed at the pages and ripped up all
God, I love tape, it just comes in so many varieties. Sticky tape, Masking tape, PARCEL TAPE! But then we’ve got cassette tapes, and even VIDEO CASSETTE. I’m having some kind of hot flush thinking about all this tape.
my wallet is made of tape. i really like it, but then all my friends tried to copy me. like cheyenne. i don’t like her. she’s 15, and she’s had 11 boyfriends. i’ve had one. and he was a dick.
I love the way no matter where in my aunts house i was I could always find medical tape. She was a nurse so tape was sumthing she never was short of. I cant think of a time she actually used it.
Tape? Hmmm…just taped together a package to send out with a paperback book inside. Used scotch tape and also packing tape. Usually I use just the packing tape, but some little pieces of paper were sticking out and I wanted to have smooth edges when sending it through the mail.
Sticky. The tape was sticky. It held things together. Like Michelle’s super glue, it was holding my life together, but nothing lasts forever, right? And slowly things began to separate. The tape started losing its hold. Soon the tape was only good for tossing in the garbage, and I couldn’t do anything about it but wait for a new roll.
tape, the bind that holds everything together, just like your favorite mix tap holds your favorite songs together, or the duct tape that holds your car together. or the tape used to close tightly shut the boxes of all your worldly possessions.
“I’m gonna tape this for posterity.”
“Bo, dammit! I HATE that camera. You’re always so busy taping every little event that you’re not living life. You’re scurrying around trying to record memories of me and Bo, Jr. so much that instead you could be creating memories for yourself, too.”
I remember making mix tapes with my older sister. We would put our favorite songs from CD’s onto blank ones with her boombox. Her boombox could even play a cd at a certain time in the morning so she could wake up to her favorite music. I never told her how jealous I was of that, I never wanted to.
The tape lay on his desk. He looked at it, considering what could be on it. But he couldn’t listen to it. This was important business. His clients…they counted on privacy. But this tape. It was different.
tape is a very sticky object that is used for many different things. it s used for things like rapping presents keeping you sister quiet and preventing t
When I was younger, before there was Napster or Limewire or any of that shit and you wanted to listen to a concert Joy Division put up in Manchester or something, you couldn’t just TYPE and click SEARCH. You’d need to find a tape. You’d need to find someone willing to copy and record it on a Maxwell.
One world, one word, nothing to say but everything in my mind, one word sounds nice. I wish I could speak with one word, save my breath. Save everything. Anything.
I have to get it back! She frantically thought as she raced out to the parking lot. It has seemed like a great idea at the time, making him a mix tape to finally truly let him know how she felt. But now it was all wrong, he wouldn’t understand, his new GIRLFRIEND wouldn’t understand.
‘Krapp’s Last Tape’, the title of Samuel Beckett’s play, in which a man listens to himself speak in previous years. Brilliantly deals with the trouble of failed ambition, and eventual decline.
Tapes make me think of cassettes – you know, the old C30s and C60s we used to use in the 80s to copy records, and the ghettoblasters we used to play and copy them with.
Tape is fantastic. It allows us to hold things together, and I think that I may be in love with it? I think we should get married, because I use it often and I find it easy ;D Yeah. Tape is my best friend, and I think it’s the most useful thing in the whole wide world. So, Mr. Tape, will you allow me to marry your daughter? <3
sticky sticky, it lies upon my wall where old papers used to be. childhood memories, i’m glad i’ve taken them all down. no one can look at painted faces and summer quotes for too long. i should have used thumbtacks. now my brown walls are ruined. such a shame…my parents must be happier now. they weren’t ever happy.
I want to make you a mixtape, and I don’t even know who you are. It will start with “The Mixtape” my Jack’s mannequin, and won’t end until I’ve covered my range of feelings for you- like I wrote every note with my own fingers. You will listen to it, and those songs will burn me in to your memory. It will immortalize us.
holding things together is always a job for the unseen. the people who make things really run are the nameless the faceless those who havent been thanked in years. much like tape on christmas morning. needed but the wrapping papers where its at.
I like tape. It sticks to everything. It really helps connect the things that needs to be connected. Without tape I don’t think many things would be able to be stuck to walls, or stuck together. I am very grateful that they made double sided tape too. And duct tape is my favorite because it it so strong.
el tape es pegajoso, es necesario para pegarnos a lo demas…todo conecta…todo es junto…no hay distancia en la comunion de lo pegado…solo que creemos en la separacion por eso incluso hacemos real el tape o esa mordaza que nos limita o nos pega a otras cosas que no necesariamente esta lejos
tape a bra to my dresser. I would love to take off her clothes and leave her in nothing but sellotape and peel it from her naked flesh! tape my TV shows on VHS and cassette and this generation will never learn how to do that.
The tape clicked off. I had just been listening to ghosts. My grandmother’s voice singing on the radio, and my grandfather introducing her performance. They are both long dead, but I knew immediately whose voices I was hearing. it was eery, and wonderful.
soo so sticky, the thing that can hold everything together. if there is a problem fix is with tape thats all you need, glue is for ametueres, tape is the real deal, all different colors, red green purple. you name it. i can get it in that tape for you. i love tape.
I got out a taper recorder and then realised i only own blank cd’s. Shit, better go to the retro shop, ight pick up some rubix cubes while I’m there. You can never have too many. Sellotape is also important.
Right as he was getting to the reason for leaving, the tape broke. She’d never know what happened to make him leave in such a hurry.
used to shut women up since 1836…i invented it and 3m stole my design! bastards
The scotch tape held up her favorite items on her walls for year. But today, she looked at them in scorn. She asked herself why she taped up ripped up pictures from magazines. When did she think this was a good idea? This isn’t me, she thought. I am no longer this person I made myself. As her mind filled up with thoughts, she grabbed at the pages and ripped up all
winding , sticky stuff, which helps to join things together
God, I love tape, it just comes in so many varieties. Sticky tape, Masking tape, PARCEL TAPE! But then we’ve got cassette tapes, and even VIDEO CASSETTE. I’m having some kind of hot flush thinking about all this tape.
my wallet is made of tape. i really like it, but then all my friends tried to copy me. like cheyenne. i don’t like her. she’s 15, and she’s had 11 boyfriends. i’ve had one. and he was a dick.
I love the way no matter where in my aunts house i was I could always find medical tape. She was a nurse so tape was sumthing she never was short of. I cant think of a time she actually used it.
Tape? Hmmm…just taped together a package to send out with a paperback book inside. Used scotch tape and also packing tape. Usually I use just the packing tape, but some little pieces of paper were sticking out and I wanted to have smooth edges when sending it through the mail.
We played back the tape, it was old and had some scratches on it…but the message was clear.
“Avoid at all costs any potential damage to your heart…”
Thanks Grandpa.
the tape came undone from the dry packing foam, revealing a human hand preserved in clear, dry glue.
The sentient fable lost it’s name.
The tape went around her waist. She closed her eyes until she had it secure on the measurement, then she looked, and was surprised.
The tape of existence is running and the movie is coming when will it climax…
Sticky. The tape was sticky. It held things together. Like Michelle’s super glue, it was holding my life together, but nothing lasts forever, right? And slowly things began to separate. The tape started losing its hold. Soon the tape was only good for tossing in the garbage, and I couldn’t do anything about it but wait for a new roll.
tape, the bind that holds everything together, just like your favorite mix tap holds your favorite songs together, or the duct tape that holds your car together. or the tape used to close tightly shut the boxes of all your worldly possessions.
“I’m gonna tape this for posterity.”
“Bo, dammit! I HATE that camera. You’re always so busy taping every little event that you’re not living life. You’re scurrying around trying to record memories of me and Bo, Jr. so much that instead you could be creating memories for yourself, too.”
It was stuck –
caught between a hard surface
and the sweat, clinging from tip
of my finger.
countless moments, wasted,
between the moon
and a mattress.
Was really into bondage and climbing through trees and brush, but only when the weather served cool (tingly cold) enough to suit his disposition.
I remember making mix tapes with my older sister. We would put our favorite songs from CD’s onto blank ones with her boombox. Her boombox could even play a cd at a certain time in the morning so she could wake up to her favorite music. I never told her how jealous I was of that, I never wanted to.
The tape lay on his desk. He looked at it, considering what could be on it. But he couldn’t listen to it. This was important business. His clients…they counted on privacy. But this tape. It was different.
tape is a very sticky object that is used for many different things. it s used for things like rapping presents keeping you sister quiet and preventing t
When I was younger, before there was Napster or Limewire or any of that shit and you wanted to listen to a concert Joy Division put up in Manchester or something, you couldn’t just TYPE and click SEARCH. You’d need to find a tape. You’d need to find someone willing to copy and record it on a Maxwell.
One world, one word, nothing to say but everything in my mind, one word sounds nice. I wish I could speak with one word, save my breath. Save everything. Anything.
I have to get it back! She frantically thought as she raced out to the parking lot. It has seemed like a great idea at the time, making him a mix tape to finally truly let him know how she felt. But now it was all wrong, he wouldn’t understand, his new GIRLFRIEND wouldn’t understand.
‘Krapp’s Last Tape’, the title of Samuel Beckett’s play, in which a man listens to himself speak in previous years. Brilliantly deals with the trouble of failed ambition, and eventual decline.
sticky, long, clear, christmas, presents, box, round, package, post, repair, film, movie, plastic, tv, old school, vhs, borrowed
Tapes make me think of cassettes – you know, the old C30s and C60s we used to use in the 80s to copy records, and the ghettoblasters we used to play and copy them with.
Tape is fantastic. It allows us to hold things together, and I think that I may be in love with it? I think we should get married, because I use it often and I find it easy ;D Yeah. Tape is my best friend, and I think it’s the most useful thing in the whole wide world. So, Mr. Tape, will you allow me to marry your daughter? <3
tape
sticky sticky, it lies upon my wall where old papers used to be. childhood memories, i’m glad i’ve taken them all down. no one can look at painted faces and summer quotes for too long. i should have used thumbtacks. now my brown walls are ruined. such a shame…my parents must be happier now. they weren’t ever happy.
Ah, old cassette tapes – old memories of those teenage bands I loved. Today it was Pulp – old hiss, brilliant :-)
I want to make you a mixtape, and I don’t even know who you are. It will start with “The Mixtape” my Jack’s mannequin, and won’t end until I’ve covered my range of feelings for you- like I wrote every note with my own fingers. You will listen to it, and those songs will burn me in to your memory. It will immortalize us.
holding things together is always a job for the unseen. the people who make things really run are the nameless the faceless those who havent been thanked in years. much like tape on christmas morning. needed but the wrapping papers where its at.
I like tape. It sticks to everything. It really helps connect the things that needs to be connected. Without tape I don’t think many things would be able to be stuck to walls, or stuck together. I am very grateful that they made double sided tape too. And duct tape is my favorite because it it so strong.
el tape es pegajoso, es necesario para pegarnos a lo demas…todo conecta…todo es junto…no hay distancia en la comunion de lo pegado…solo que creemos en la separacion por eso incluso hacemos real el tape o esa mordaza que nos limita o nos pega a otras cosas que no necesariamente esta lejos
tape a bra to my dresser. I would love to take off her clothes and leave her in nothing but sellotape and peel it from her naked flesh! tape my TV shows on VHS and cassette and this generation will never learn how to do that.
The tape clicked off. I had just been listening to ghosts. My grandmother’s voice singing on the radio, and my grandfather introducing her performance. They are both long dead, but I knew immediately whose voices I was hearing. it was eery, and wonderful.
Adhesive for memories. Holds together…memories, music, papers …everything. Record, stick, mend. Translucent.
soo so sticky, the thing that can hold everything together. if there is a problem fix is with tape thats all you need, glue is for ametueres, tape is the real deal, all different colors, red green purple. you name it. i can get it in that tape for you. i love tape.
video tape, memories of a forgotten past, window to who we once were