When +we see soe work or some person annoying.. we say meeting with that person tires me.. tires is made up of f5 letters and has two vowels in it.. tires can be a good surname like John Tires.
Tires. Steel belted radials. Tires make the world go round, and they also carry giganitc imprint making fiends full of jerk heads… or maybe they whizz around beneath strong legged critical massing folx. Who knows?
Tires make fabulous swings. Nothing you can swing on can be all bad, right?
they are round and black, and make your car move. They can be big and lifted and they can be small depending on what type of car you own. They have shops for tires because if it pops you need to get it replaced. Your tire can pop from hitting a nail or another object.
cars that run run run, rubber that burns burns burns…. the love handles we call tires around the waste are a waste of time. rain drops that slip tires away. heat that melts them away.
I don’t want this word stored in my head because I’ve already have too much stuffs to do and don’t have any time to think about the real tires I have all the time.
tires.
pavement.
skid marks.
hydroplaning.
rain-
depression when it deflates
and you spend
100+ on a new one
nails
construction on the side of the road sucks.
because the nails get stuck in the tires.
but they do carry us
a long long way.
The truck continued on without pause, the wheels traversing the cemented side-walk, its irregular patterned rubber covers over the lawns, into my house.
on my car, the car that pulls to the left, because the road is designed to make the tires be affected that way. Tires, made of rubber, maybe they make a swing or the ground of the playground, why put them on cars or huge tractors when you can play with them?
She smiles at the sound of screeching tires, somewhere distant, somewhere outside.
Her plan has worked. Exactly two seconds ago, there was a car accident on the corner of Maine and Jeffries. And exactly three seconds ago, someone screamed their last scream and left the world forever.
I will let the tire pop
down the road.
The rain made the road wet
and the tires skid.
And pop. And then
you will have to walk home.
You will have to carry
your bike with you.
tires are used on cars to drive because there fucking amazing. without them i would die and go to hell cuz i have nothing to live for since tires and the meaning of life. I swear if it wasn’t for there rubber attire I would stab myself right in the neck and die. Sadly, there is nothing to live for besides tires. The human race evovles around the tire because it
They hit the road. They take me far away.. away from here. Away from the stress and the lies and the pain and the temptation. They take me. They are my wings. They make me free. Free of it all. Free of myself and my fears and my rules. Just free, away, to nowhere at all.
Winnie never tires of telling Willie what to order on the menu that he can’t read but seems to relish when his nose isn’t too stuffy but he tires easily listening to her spell out his favorite choices and put them into his handkerchief like a hobo on holiday.
I make myself smile. On this endless road I ride, my tires eating pavement like a hungry horse. I am racing toward my destiny, toward a future of unbounded opportunity. Me, and you, and all of us, we are altering the future as we are running with it.
I’m on the road once again. With my love beside me and the dog in the back, this day couldn’t get any better. Going to California was our life long dream and with it finally happening we felt like everything was going to be alright. Over the years, our love was the only thing that had kept us together, that and our dog Nicky. Josh and I could never of gotten out of the fire alive without her. Now were starting over.
Tires = cars. Cars = fast. I wanna drive a fast car. Like be one of those Nascar people who drive really fast in a circle and sometimes get blown up and stuff. Getting blown up might be fun, you never know.
my dad works in the tire business. i love it. it makes me unique in some way. i wish i remember more from when i was kid just hanging out in the warehouse. im glad they got bought out. but sad that corporate is ruining it. i like tires though regardless, because they represent a lot of my childhood.
They are on cars and they get you places. They spin and are usually black. Sometimes you can get different kinds of tires though, and they can be pretty colors. When they spin it is trippy because its just colors. When I was little I had weird beads on my tires for my bike and when I would bike they would click together and make funny noises. People always knew when I was coming down the street. I had cool tires. Why am I even writing about tires, why couldnt I have had a cooler word….
It tires me.
I work and work.
I’m from here to there,
There to here.
And the only way I can
have the ability to see you
Is this rusty old truck,
full of broken promises
and two flat tires.
Life is a car driving along. Sometimes it has to take unexpected roads, but those are usualy the ones that include an adventure and a memory. Then sometimes, the car gets a flat tire, and the passenger has no choice but to walk…
Tires must hate everything. They carry the weight of so much, and the only time they get a break is when they pop. I would hate being a tire, but you’d certainly get a unique perspective of the world.
ooh tires, i need to change my tires. I never buy new tires, i think its a waste of time. besides its like 75% cheaper. I’ve changed my own tires before though. I probably should make a budget for my tires. Since it started raining now and besides i drive a lot from ewest to east. I wonder when they are going to pop in the freeway again.
My room is freezing, I never wanted her to walk foot into my room. I want to just steal a car and just drive away making tire marks on the street and smell the sweet smell of burnt rubber as I drive far away from home.
Mud tires, off roading and black with rubber. circles and rims skid marks. 4 of them. women are so cute. I would really like to fuck the shit out of Amber Patterson right now. She can give me head and I will cum all over her face. This is what goes through my mind, hmm strange. I really wish there was a way to get it out of my mind. Ariana would be good at it too.
The tires began to wear out as our long road-trip neared an end. The beach was rolling by, and the wind smelt like salt and potato chips blowing in from the back seat. The steering wheel was hot against my palms, and I could feel the condensation radiating from the glass.
It tires me out to think of everything I have to do tomorrow. But then I think of people who don’t have much to do at all, and I feel ashamed that I am complaining of being tired! The trick is to put one foot in front of the other, and let what doesn’t get done just slip right on by or get done on another busy day!
Today, as we were venturing to the orchestral affair, I was cut off mid-sentence, as my mother drove over the curb. The trip from that point on wasn’t exactly the most stable. When we arrived, she quickly rushed to check. Unfortunately, the right tires were both slashed. It wasn’t a pretty sight to see.
Everybody knows this is nowhere, going nowhere, being nowhere.
Everybody except you – the lovesick junkie who tires out loves until they’ve gone old.
Stale and sickly.
Everybody except you, who takes time off to rejuvenate while we fall into dust.
Everybody except you, knows this is going nowhere, and you’re still content to push on.
God, I wish I had your enthusiasm.
Dude come pick me up my tire burst and i don’t have a spare
Okay were are you?
I don’ know i think on high way 9
okay well turn your headlights on i will be there in maybe an hour or so
WHAT an hour?
ya sorry fastest i can get there
what am i suppose to do till then?
i don’t know sit in your car and wait
fine get hear as soon as possible
I feel as if I’ve done this a million times. I would love to have four tires and a machine to take me to places never seen or been to before. i’d love to travel to rome with tires. (Airplanes have tires on the bottoms silly ;) ) I want a lollipop. In the shape of a tire…
Tires, the round black wheel of an automobile. The tired of freedom. The path to an adventure every moment you roll along. It is away from home, away from the stress. Freedom.
His emotions sheared her flesh raw, like angry tires screeching against asphalt. She didn’t know how to leave. She desperately wanted to stay.
When +we see soe work or some person annoying.. we say meeting with that person tires me.. tires is made up of f5 letters and has two vowels in it.. tires can be a good surname like John Tires.
Tires. Steel belted radials. Tires make the world go round, and they also carry giganitc imprint making fiends full of jerk heads… or maybe they whizz around beneath strong legged critical massing folx. Who knows?
Tires make fabulous swings. Nothing you can swing on can be all bad, right?
they are round and black, and make your car move. They can be big and lifted and they can be small depending on what type of car you own. They have shops for tires because if it pops you need to get it replaced. Your tire can pop from hitting a nail or another object.
cars that run run run, rubber that burns burns burns…. the love handles we call tires around the waste are a waste of time. rain drops that slip tires away. heat that melts them away.
screeching on the sidewalk tire marks grind on the gravel lights flash in the background.
I don’t want this word stored in my head because I’ve already have too much stuffs to do and don’t have any time to think about the real tires I have all the time.
tires.
pavement.
skid marks.
hydroplaning.
rain-
depression when it deflates
and you spend
100+ on a new one
nails
construction on the side of the road sucks.
because the nails get stuck in the tires.
but they do carry us
a long long way.
The truck continued on without pause, the wheels traversing the cemented side-walk, its irregular patterned rubber covers over the lawns, into my house.
tires are really round. they go on cars and bikes and trucks and lotsa other stuff.
but running in front of a bus also tires you out.
on my car, the car that pulls to the left, because the road is designed to make the tires be affected that way. Tires, made of rubber, maybe they make a swing or the ground of the playground, why put them on cars or huge tractors when you can play with them?
She smiles at the sound of screeching tires, somewhere distant, somewhere outside.
Her plan has worked. Exactly two seconds ago, there was a car accident on the corner of Maine and Jeffries. And exactly three seconds ago, someone screamed their last scream and left the world forever.
She smiles.
It tires me to the core.
But I love it, so I keep trying.
Because that’s what I’m supposed to do
I’m not that patient anymore, mind you, bring me a miracle or else I would go crazy.
I will let the tire pop
down the road.
The rain made the road wet
and the tires skid.
And pop. And then
you will have to walk home.
You will have to carry
your bike with you.
tires are used on cars to drive because there fucking amazing. without them i would die and go to hell cuz i have nothing to live for since tires and the meaning of life. I swear if it wasn’t for there rubber attire I would stab myself right in the neck and die. Sadly, there is nothing to live for besides tires. The human race evovles around the tire because it
They hit the road. They take me far away.. away from here. Away from the stress and the lies and the pain and the temptation. They take me. They are my wings. They make me free. Free of it all. Free of myself and my fears and my rules. Just free, away, to nowhere at all.
Winnie never tires of telling Willie what to order on the menu that he can’t read but seems to relish when his nose isn’t too stuffy but he tires easily listening to her spell out his favorite choices and put them into his handkerchief like a hobo on holiday.
I make myself smile. On this endless road I ride, my tires eating pavement like a hungry horse. I am racing toward my destiny, toward a future of unbounded opportunity. Me, and you, and all of us, we are altering the future as we are running with it.
I’m on the road once again. With my love beside me and the dog in the back, this day couldn’t get any better. Going to California was our life long dream and with it finally happening we felt like everything was going to be alright. Over the years, our love was the only thing that had kept us together, that and our dog Nicky. Josh and I could never of gotten out of the fire alive without her. Now were starting over.
Tires = cars. Cars = fast. I wanna drive a fast car. Like be one of those Nascar people who drive really fast in a circle and sometimes get blown up and stuff. Getting blown up might be fun, you never know.
my dad works in the tire business. i love it. it makes me unique in some way. i wish i remember more from when i was kid just hanging out in the warehouse. im glad they got bought out. but sad that corporate is ruining it. i like tires though regardless, because they represent a lot of my childhood.
I just got new tires on the Malibu. Santa bought them for me. Thank you Santa. Merry Christmas to me.
They are on cars and they get you places. They spin and are usually black. Sometimes you can get different kinds of tires though, and they can be pretty colors. When they spin it is trippy because its just colors. When I was little I had weird beads on my tires for my bike and when I would bike they would click together and make funny noises. People always knew when I was coming down the street. I had cool tires. Why am I even writing about tires, why couldnt I have had a cooler word….
tires go on cars, they’re round, they can go on bikes. they are usually black. they roll to move things such as vehicals for transportation
Tires are circle.
It tires me.
I work and work.
I’m from here to there,
There to here.
And the only way I can
have the ability to see you
Is this rusty old truck,
full of broken promises
and two flat tires.
It tires me.
Life is a car driving along. Sometimes it has to take unexpected roads, but those are usualy the ones that include an adventure and a memory. Then sometimes, the car gets a flat tire, and the passenger has no choice but to walk…
Tires must hate everything. They carry the weight of so much, and the only time they get a break is when they pop. I would hate being a tire, but you’d certainly get a unique perspective of the world.
ooh tires, i need to change my tires. I never buy new tires, i think its a waste of time. besides its like 75% cheaper. I’ve changed my own tires before though. I probably should make a budget for my tires. Since it started raining now and besides i drive a lot from ewest to east. I wonder when they are going to pop in the freeway again.
My room is freezing, I never wanted her to walk foot into my room. I want to just steal a car and just drive away making tire marks on the street and smell the sweet smell of burnt rubber as I drive far away from home.
………..
Mud tires, off roading and black with rubber. circles and rims skid marks. 4 of them. women are so cute. I would really like to fuck the shit out of Amber Patterson right now. She can give me head and I will cum all over her face. This is what goes through my mind, hmm strange. I really wish there was a way to get it out of my mind. Ariana would be good at it too.
The tires began to wear out as our long road-trip neared an end. The beach was rolling by, and the wind smelt like salt and potato chips blowing in from the back seat. The steering wheel was hot against my palms, and I could feel the condensation radiating from the glass.
It tires me out to think of everything I have to do tomorrow. But then I think of people who don’t have much to do at all, and I feel ashamed that I am complaining of being tired! The trick is to put one foot in front of the other, and let what doesn’t get done just slip right on by or get done on another busy day!
Today, as we were venturing to the orchestral affair, I was cut off mid-sentence, as my mother drove over the curb. The trip from that point on wasn’t exactly the most stable. When we arrived, she quickly rushed to check. Unfortunately, the right tires were both slashed. It wasn’t a pretty sight to see.
Everybody knows this is nowhere, going nowhere, being nowhere.
Everybody except you – the lovesick junkie who tires out loves until they’ve gone old.
Stale and sickly.
Everybody except you, who takes time off to rejuvenate while we fall into dust.
Everybody except you, knows this is going nowhere, and you’re still content to push on.
God, I wish I had your enthusiasm.
Dude come pick me up my tire burst and i don’t have a spare
Okay were are you?
I don’ know i think on high way 9
okay well turn your headlights on i will be there in maybe an hour or so
WHAT an hour?
ya sorry fastest i can get there
what am i suppose to do till then?
i don’t know sit in your car and wait
fine get hear as soon as possible
I feel as if I’ve done this a million times. I would love to have four tires and a machine to take me to places never seen or been to before. i’d love to travel to rome with tires. (Airplanes have tires on the bottoms silly ;) ) I want a lollipop. In the shape of a tire…
PANDAS MAKE ME HAPPY
Tires, the round black wheel of an automobile. The tired of freedom. The path to an adventure every moment you roll along. It is away from home, away from the stress. Freedom.