It’s interesting how our tires are all the same but still so different. They’re all made of the same material and they’re all manufactured in the same fashion. But they all take us to different places, different destinations, and different worlds.
As I write, my snow tires are being put on my car for the winter. Not much looking forward to the snow and ice. Slogging through it tires me out. But walking instead of driving can keep the spare tire around my belly from growing. I actually walked home from the tire store after dropping my car off. Now? I’m tired.
Wenn es zieht, dann kannst du nichts mehr machen. Du merkst es erst, wenn es schon zu spät ist. Keine Vorwarnung. Leider. Deshalb ist es zu jedem Zeitpunkt des Lebens gut, wenn man schon sein Testament gemacht hat. Also zumindest für die Leute, die schon schreiben können. Davor hat man ja kaum Vererbenswertes.
It tires me. I’m tired of it all:
Crying at night. Being sad. Remembering things. Dreaming a life I will never have. Letting people toss me around. Feeling stuck. Being alone. Being Different. feeling worthless. Missing things. Being emotional. Feeling empty inside. Not being able to let go. Wanting to start over. Needing help. Losing interest of everything. Being yelled at. Hating myself. Yelling. Being angry. Feeling crazy. I’m tired of being tired.
Most of all, it tires me to pretend that nothing is wrong.
She tires easily now
it seeps into her bones
like a dull acid rain
eating her slowly
from the inside out
until finally, finally she ends
in a glorious implosion
One day a man was driving and his tires flipped on his car. He was then upside down. “OH NO!” thought the man.. what aM i TO DO.. goodness. so he called his wife and she came and she fixed his car… which is funny because it switches gender roles. Good wife she was.. Tires are rubvber and can be wuite unstabvle at times. Thats a sucky thing. It can ruin your destination and events.
Tires are on cars. TIres are round. When were they invented?
At school there used to be a tire swing. I passed it everyday and wanted to swing on it but never got the chance. One day the tire swing was gone. And so was my oppurtunity.
I wish I knew how to change a tire.
I wish someone had taught me.
tires are dirty, they spin and spin and the dirt travels. they take you places. tires can also be so tiring to watch. it tires me to think of tires spinning. the car without tires though can only fly or swim or time travel? well that’s an interesting thought. nuts to your tires
The marks were still there, if anyone cared to go see them. Glistening black against the pavement, dark in the middle and then disappearing abruptly, a path leading to nowhere, to no answers, no questions being asked.
Tires never stop rolling. It is jus a simple method of never ending motion. For me that is a welcomed gift because everyone needs tires in their lives. Something to keep them going.
They roll around going places.
Tons of places they take you to.
Slowly, rapidly at any speed they keep as moving.
Round and black old and flat(in that case their only purpose can be to rot.)
there was skreach at the curb and as i looked my heart fell as i saw Luke in his black ford truck his dark tires that i always hated to smell of and headlights on.
The tires squealed on the pavement, burning hot rubber and spinning uselessly as I tried to brake. It was a close call. Again. I seemed to be doing this a lot more lately, driving faster and faster and stopping only when I reached the edge of the lake. I wondered when I would stop caring, not stamp down on the brake pedal–and just keep going until I was at the bottom of the lake.
Every morning she takes out her broom, it’s the one with the blue handle and the duct tape wrapped around the top, and the shuffles up to the sidewalk, where she sweeps. She is not deterred by the weather, or by anything, it seems. She never tires of this, or if she does, it doesn’t show.
The road was long and the constant bump and movement of the car made her paranoid. Nothing frightened her more than the idea of a flat tire. Her own body, weak and small, would never be able to fix it and she would be left stranded. She gripped the steering wheel tighter and told herself the movement of the car was simply the bumps and cracks in the road and the tires were fine. Her tires would last the trip.
Tires…tires…tires. As seemingly unimportant as they appear to be in the large scheme of life, it is the tire that rolls us through life. Through every experience, through every challenge, through life.
the sound of the tires on the road were getting louder as it cruised passed them on the way home. That was very sound that had told them they should move to the gutter since there were no sidewalks here.
how i need new tires, how much they cost to get new tires. how stupid it is that you have to get four tires how come they can’t just grind down the new tire to be as bad as the old tires…how is all the years that the automobile has been working that we can’t come up with a better wheel
it tires me to think about my life, it happens when i expect it to, when i am lost in a world of stress and confusion. i think about what my life is, what it’s worth. what i know, what i don’t know. it tires me. and it tires me to think about my selfishness.
The tires screeched against the road as he sped off, not even indicating as he took the corner. She sighed, unfolded her arms and walked back inside, closing the door with a click.
Annabelle poked her head around the corner, her pigtails swishing.
“Mummy?”
“It’s okay, sweetheart. He’ll be back.” She looked out the window. “He will be.” She whispered.
On a car, they rotate and help the car go foward, or backwords, when you turn the steering wheel they turn allowing you to turn in whatever direction. You need to replace them sometimes, you can buy them from a lot of places, you see them piled up. They are on cars, go carts, golf carts, motorcycles, etc.
My tires spun out of control. Nothing I could do, no correction I could make within the vehicle’s interior made any difference. The huge thunder tank was headed straight for the cliff’s edge, and I was trapped inside.
It was rolling away. Down the hill. Lucy thought I should run after them but I could only watch and wish my life were so carefree. Bouncing and tumbling, somehow still running.
“What are we going to do about the car?” she asked.
I shrugged. “Someone will come along.”
“You’re not going to go get them?”
They bounced once more before disappearing into some bushes. My tired smile met her confusion. “Fine, fine.”
The tires were only all-season tires, so I knew they didn’t have a chance going up this highway in the winter. I winced as the car spun out for under us, because of the low coefficient of static friction between the tires and the icy road. “See,” I said, turning to the man driving, “i told you.” Oh well, it was a good thing we were carrying chains at least.
tires.. they get you everywhere. on a car, a bike, wagon, or bus. basically you cant go very many places without them because theyre even on airplanes. and you cant get acrossed the ocean on a train or subway, which is the only motorived vehicle i can think of in one minute that doesnt have tires.
I was driving in my four by four, it was heavily snowing. I knew I wasn’t going to get back in time, it was getting heavy. My windshields started to spur and everything slowed down.
Out of nowhere it hit me, a telegraph pole fell straight into my truck, I didn’t remember much else. All I knew was that she’d gone. One minute she was beside me and she’s no longer here. It seems so weird, everything went so fast. How can someone dissapear so quickly?
My heart sank once more, ther wasn’t anything left to see. People had been in and visited me, asking me how I was fing etc. How do they think I feel? I’ve just lost her, she is everything to me. The worst part is, it’s my fault she died.
The tires squealed as they struggled to get a grip on the asphalt below. That’s what I noticed. Not the fact that he was running away from me. But that he was ruining his tires.
Tires go round and round and round and round. Tires are black and are used on cars. Tires on trains tracks. We love tires. Without them we could not go anywhere!!!! on Cars that it
black, big, circular. rubbery. used for swings, childhood. bristles, go bald with age. magical, take you to many different places, memorable, innovative. mans first invention.
rolling rolling rolling. Whenever we need them to they take us places. Always on the move, always fitting our needs, our times, our lives. They are a mold of our society! They are like a person in our modern world, who is always working to fit their own needs.
I loved our old Citroen, where a flat tire would go unnoticed as the other three wheels would carry the load. I remember how Andrea had to stop the car in Jerusalem and have the wheel changed only after people called out: Your fourth wheel is in the air!
He tires of having people call his name, of people trying to communicate with him. He sits in the window seat, soaked in the light of the dying day and just wants to be left alone.
they roll and the world rolls with them. entire civilizations have been built upon its perfect symmetry. spin and create, spin and create. bring me doom and bring me life.
spinning. rotating. turning. revolving. circling. whirling. spiraling.
She fell brokenly, her legs collapsing beneath her like twigs. She had lost all control of her hands, and they shook uncontrollably.
“She’ll tire more quickly now,” the doctor whispered.
It’s interesting how our tires are all the same but still so different. They’re all made of the same material and they’re all manufactured in the same fashion. But they all take us to different places, different destinations, and different worlds.
Tires
As I write, my snow tires are being put on my car for the winter. Not much looking forward to the snow and ice. Slogging through it tires me out. But walking instead of driving can keep the spare tire around my belly from growing. I actually walked home from the tire store after dropping my car off. Now? I’m tired.
Roll on through the year, and may it be a good one. GoodYear.
all bruised, not taken care for, torn, ripped.
this is how I feel sometimes. and it’s not so bad.
because at least i feel something at all.
Wenn es zieht, dann kannst du nichts mehr machen. Du merkst es erst, wenn es schon zu spät ist. Keine Vorwarnung. Leider. Deshalb ist es zu jedem Zeitpunkt des Lebens gut, wenn man schon sein Testament gemacht hat. Also zumindest für die Leute, die schon schreiben können. Davor hat man ja kaum Vererbenswertes.
It tires me. I’m tired of it all:
Crying at night. Being sad. Remembering things. Dreaming a life I will never have. Letting people toss me around. Feeling stuck. Being alone. Being Different. feeling worthless. Missing things. Being emotional. Feeling empty inside. Not being able to let go. Wanting to start over. Needing help. Losing interest of everything. Being yelled at. Hating myself. Yelling. Being angry. Feeling crazy. I’m tired of being tired.
Most of all, it tires me to pretend that nothing is wrong.
She tires easily now
it seeps into her bones
like a dull acid rain
eating her slowly
from the inside out
until finally, finally she ends
in a glorious implosion
One day a man was driving and his tires flipped on his car. He was then upside down. “OH NO!” thought the man.. what aM i TO DO.. goodness. so he called his wife and she came and she fixed his car… which is funny because it switches gender roles. Good wife she was.. Tires are rubvber and can be wuite unstabvle at times. Thats a sucky thing. It can ruin your destination and events.
Tires are on cars. TIres are round. When were they invented?
At school there used to be a tire swing. I passed it everyday and wanted to swing on it but never got the chance. One day the tire swing was gone. And so was my oppurtunity.
I wish I knew how to change a tire.
I wish someone had taught me.
manelaise, drgo
lacheinj
tires are dirty, they spin and spin and the dirt travels. they take you places. tires can also be so tiring to watch. it tires me to think of tires spinning. the car without tires though can only fly or swim or time travel? well that’s an interesting thought. nuts to your tires
The marks were still there, if anyone cared to go see them. Glistening black against the pavement, dark in the middle and then disappearing abruptly, a path leading to nowhere, to no answers, no questions being asked.
Tires never stop rolling. It is jus a simple method of never ending motion. For me that is a welcomed gift because everyone needs tires in their lives. Something to keep them going.
They roll around going places.
Tons of places they take you to.
Slowly, rapidly at any speed they keep as moving.
Round and black old and flat(in that case their only purpose can be to rot.)
there was skreach at the curb and as i looked my heart fell as i saw Luke in his black ford truck his dark tires that i always hated to smell of and headlights on.
The tires squealed on the pavement, burning hot rubber and spinning uselessly as I tried to brake. It was a close call. Again. I seemed to be doing this a lot more lately, driving faster and faster and stopping only when I reached the edge of the lake. I wondered when I would stop caring, not stamp down on the brake pedal–and just keep going until I was at the bottom of the lake.
Every morning she takes out her broom, it’s the one with the blue handle and the duct tape wrapped around the top, and the shuffles up to the sidewalk, where she sweeps. She is not deterred by the weather, or by anything, it seems. She never tires of this, or if she does, it doesn’t show.
The road was long and the constant bump and movement of the car made her paranoid. Nothing frightened her more than the idea of a flat tire. Her own body, weak and small, would never be able to fix it and she would be left stranded. She gripped the steering wheel tighter and told herself the movement of the car was simply the bumps and cracks in the road and the tires were fine. Her tires would last the trip.
Tires…tires…tires. As seemingly unimportant as they appear to be in the large scheme of life, it is the tire that rolls us through life. Through every experience, through every challenge, through life.
the sound of the tires on the road were getting louder as it cruised passed them on the way home. That was very sound that had told them they should move to the gutter since there were no sidewalks here.
how i need new tires, how much they cost to get new tires. how stupid it is that you have to get four tires how come they can’t just grind down the new tire to be as bad as the old tires…how is all the years that the automobile has been working that we can’t come up with a better wheel
it tires me to think about my life, it happens when i expect it to, when i am lost in a world of stress and confusion. i think about what my life is, what it’s worth. what i know, what i don’t know. it tires me. and it tires me to think about my selfishness.
The tires screeched against the road as he sped off, not even indicating as he took the corner. She sighed, unfolded her arms and walked back inside, closing the door with a click.
Annabelle poked her head around the corner, her pigtails swishing.
“Mummy?”
“It’s okay, sweetheart. He’ll be back.” She looked out the window. “He will be.” She whispered.
On a car, they rotate and help the car go foward, or backwords, when you turn the steering wheel they turn allowing you to turn in whatever direction. You need to replace them sometimes, you can buy them from a lot of places, you see them piled up. They are on cars, go carts, golf carts, motorcycles, etc.
My tires spun out of control. Nothing I could do, no correction I could make within the vehicle’s interior made any difference. The huge thunder tank was headed straight for the cliff’s edge, and I was trapped inside.
Screech.
Black lines.
Left on the
side of the road.
Screech.
Dead body.
Left just so
behind beside the road.
It was rolling away. Down the hill. Lucy thought I should run after them but I could only watch and wish my life were so carefree. Bouncing and tumbling, somehow still running.
“What are we going to do about the car?” she asked.
I shrugged. “Someone will come along.”
“You’re not going to go get them?”
They bounced once more before disappearing into some bushes. My tired smile met her confusion. “Fine, fine.”
The tires were only all-season tires, so I knew they didn’t have a chance going up this highway in the winter. I winced as the car spun out for under us, because of the low coefficient of static friction between the tires and the icy road. “See,” I said, turning to the man driving, “i told you.” Oh well, it was a good thing we were carrying chains at least.
tires.. they get you everywhere. on a car, a bike, wagon, or bus. basically you cant go very many places without them because theyre even on airplanes. and you cant get acrossed the ocean on a train or subway, which is the only motorived vehicle i can think of in one minute that doesnt have tires.
I was driving in my four by four, it was heavily snowing. I knew I wasn’t going to get back in time, it was getting heavy. My windshields started to spur and everything slowed down.
Out of nowhere it hit me, a telegraph pole fell straight into my truck, I didn’t remember much else. All I knew was that she’d gone. One minute she was beside me and she’s no longer here. It seems so weird, everything went so fast. How can someone dissapear so quickly?
My heart sank once more, ther wasn’t anything left to see. People had been in and visited me, asking me how I was fing etc. How do they think I feel? I’ve just lost her, she is everything to me. The worst part is, it’s my fault she died.
The tires squealed as they struggled to get a grip on the asphalt below. That’s what I noticed. Not the fact that he was running away from me. But that he was ruining his tires.
Tires go round and round and round and round. Tires are black and are used on cars. Tires on trains tracks. We love tires. Without them we could not go anywhere!!!! on Cars that it
black, big, circular. rubbery. used for swings, childhood. bristles, go bald with age. magical, take you to many different places, memorable, innovative. mans first invention.
rolling rolling rolling. Whenever we need them to they take us places. Always on the move, always fitting our needs, our times, our lives. They are a mold of our society! They are like a person in our modern world, who is always working to fit their own needs.
I loved our old Citroen, where a flat tire would go unnoticed as the other three wheels would carry the load. I remember how Andrea had to stop the car in Jerusalem and have the wheel changed only after people called out: Your fourth wheel is in the air!
Loud cars zip down the road. Gas pollutes the air, tires squeal, music booms. Traffic moves at the speed of a snail.
He tires of having people call his name, of people trying to communicate with him. He sits in the window seat, soaked in the light of the dying day and just wants to be left alone.
they roll and the world rolls with them. entire civilizations have been built upon its perfect symmetry. spin and create, spin and create. bring me doom and bring me life.