Flat tire again. Oh, my where have I been that I keep getting these? What a bother to find and pay for new ones. Can’t wear, can’t eat or hug them. Bad, bad, bad $$$ to spend. Here we go again.
the tires on my car are low but tires on others are around their waist and the tires grow and grown until the tires are so over-flated that the tire explode along with their hearts and then they wonder why their tires are flat
Money, flats, black, too much worry, stranded at night in the rain on a bad road, late to work, children, errands, hurry hurry hurry, rude sales people, tire guy looking at you like you fell off a cliff somewhere, whispering, talking in other languages, especially Spanish with the sly little glances
All this drama tires me out considerably. I would like peace in my relationships. BUT the drama sparks creativity and learning and personal growth. A peaceful life can be boring, restful, but very boring and there is no growth.
Black, rubber, the gravel sticking on them. Rolling or standing still. I’m at ground level with them. Just looking, the entire tire is not seen–just the area of connection. just where the tire meets the road. the black on black. Sitcky rubbber, its hot, next to, squishing the scratchy, rough road below.
She eyed the vehicle as if she were looking at a prize. Lust was evident in her eyes. She was tired of dealing with public transport all day. She wanted nothing more that to have her own.
tires are black and round. they need air to work and they need somthing on top of the . hehe hehe. they can be used as a swing which is why i love tires. Tires can be used as a sled which is why i love tires. HAHA JK I HATE TIRES MWAHAHAHAHA
Tires are black, and they are round. They go on cars, trucks motorcycles.. anything that needs tires. They are made of rubber, and have metal in them to make them strong.
Great tires. In my house we call them tyres. Pneus. Very tired. Baby you can drive my car and all that jazz. You know yourself nothing but a straight G rolling on 64s bitch get in my car.
The old woman has lived a full life, and she hobbles to her car, determined to drive herself to the market. The car is old like her and sits upon four balding tires. She pauses to catch her breath before opening the driver’s side door.
Everyone is, but does anyone care? The world is monotonous. Looking for something new is just a quest in a labirynth. The only solace is the mind. It may be dark, but offers some light of free imagination that no social liberty can give. That tires nobody now, does it?
The tires on my car go round and round as I drive down a dark road late on night. My friend is sitting next to me as we blare music from the speakers. It’s a cold, starry night, one typical of late fall. As we drive, laugh, and sing, I can’t help but feel this is where I’m meant to be.
Tires are pretty cool. They help cars move. They’re rubbery and like wheels. Monster trucks have gigantic tires. Do bikes have tires, or are they just called wheels? I dunno. I should figure that out. Tires help the world go round. :)
The are on a car. They are black and have textures. They can be used as swings. You can spell sit from the following letters of tires. There are four on each car.
We have already traveled a hundred miles. We’re lost in the middle of the endless road. The car broke down, the engine overheated. And there, under the midday sun, we stood and waited for the car to be fixed.
They screcched to a stop, and I finally remembered to breath. They had not hit me. I was safe, laying on the ground. The car had been so close, so scary. But I was safe.
Tires on the car go round and round, as we all know from the nursery school rhyme, but do we know WHY? And how do the tires feel having to drive this ugly bus around the city everyday? I’m sure they don’t enjoy it as much as we’ve convinced ourself they do!
are used in cars to locomote initially it was wheels used instead of tyres and now every top car has different tyres and brands of tyres for themselves. people pay a huge amount of money for tyres .
Reifen? Hm. Winterreifen hab ich schon drauf. Aber noch ist ja schönes Wetter, ein Glück. Ich glaub, mehr gibt’s dazu nicht zu sagen. Schönen Sonntag noch!
My car’s tire squealed in protest to the extreme ture I was trying to make at 45 miles an hour. I was panicking and I had to rush myself. She was in danger, and I had to save her.
On the freeway, her truck jolted and she could feel that something wasn’t right.
She pulled over. Something had gone wrong with her tires.
Person after person slowed to gawk. Some asked if anybody was on the way. Only one pulled over, got out, and asked if she needed help.
She nodded, smiling, as she said, “Thanks.”
She tires of this nonsense. Why does he constantly play games with her? Why won’t he simply let her mind and heart be? She wishes he would wake a decision. This is getting ridiculous.
The tires were flat. Period. That’s all there was to it. I couldn’t go any further. Trapped in the desert land I was so wishing to escape. “I should have stayed home,” were the first thoughts that came to my mind as I stood outside my car staring off into the distance. Nothing but flat brown land. It was all I could see.
The rubber tires screeched on the gravel street, stopping at the curb of a suburban townhouse. The street wasn’t used to these sounds, it was a street of people who obeyed laws and didn’t get speeding tickets.. they were normal.
Feet perched high on a table, with cracks in their soles and hard skin around the heel. Those feet ache as veins pulse to the surface, as toenails bleed from the careless thoughts of its inhabiter. She can’t quite seem to find a way to care, and she just needed to rest. It scared her, how immense the world was and how full of emotion it can be, but none of her own. She remembered feeling her fathers heart beat once, pulsing blood in a fast rhythmic fashion that proved he was alive. She could never feel hers. She tires of these hopeless thoughts that she might ever feel, though she wishes dearly she could. She understood the premises, read of poets voices in which they loved, knew the horrible fears children cry of. She even wished to feel that last second of pain that a dying man issues. But she tires, of never feeling.
Tires. Cars. Trains. Never in one place. That’s how it’s always been. Never getting attached. never allowing myself to. It worked, it was happy. I was happy. And then you came in to my life and you didn’t complete me and you aren’t my other half but you are the chink that broke my damn.
tires. big fat tires. donuts. donuts with sprinkles. they apparently have a shop that sells sprinkles. tires, balls, big bouncing balls, they go up and down and they hit someone on the nose. can i write about something else rather than tires. Life is a wheel, sometimes you’re up, sometimes you’re down. Currently, I’m in the down population. time’s almost up….
my car is an awesome car but the tires aren’t going to be able to be inspected this year..I don’t really know what I’m going to do because they are awesome tires but the snow tires just look stupid. Tires is actually spelt different in the UK it is tyres which I found strange.
sometimes I get so tired of having to comply to YOUR rules, YOUR ways. YOUR attempts at imposing YOUR methods on me. I will not spell tyres as tires as I will resist you all the way. It matters not that you underline my spelling – it is not incorrect.
tires are for losers tires are for nicotine abusers, hell well I use tires but i like to call myself a born again liar and if you’ve ever lit your own face on fire you would know what it was like to blow a snow globe up in the snow and nobody knows what it feels like to ride a bike while taking a hike through the atlantic ocean
I followed the tacks absentmindedly. I wasn’t thinking about anything in particular but rather enjoying the feeling of the sun on my back. With the tracks from the night before’s rain drying beneath my feet, I couldn’t help but appreciate today’s sun all the more.
The tires screeched. I saw a bright light. Was this the end? Or was it just the beginning to my new life without him as his blood drips onto my face. A painful life. One I don’t want to live. The end of a life or just the beginning?
I have always had problems with tires. Since my childhood… in my grandfather’s car…
There seemed always to be a problem whenever we decided to go out on Sunday. On the way to the beach, to the mountain, to our favourite park, wherever we were heading to, we had problems with tires.
Later on, during my early teenagehood… in my parent’s car…
There seemed always to be a problem whenever we decided to go out on Sunday. On the way to the beach, to the mountain, to our favourite park, wherever we were heading to, we had problems with tires.
Later on, as a young adult… in my own car…
There seemed always to be a problem whenever I decided to go out on Sunday. On the way to the beach, to the mountain, to my favourite park, wherever I was heading to, I had problems with tires.
Until I got married….
and now, my husband has a lot of problems with tires!
One of the tires on the bus got punched and caused the bus to serve to the violently to the right., causing the passengers to bound forward. Two persons received cuts to the forehead and where taken to the hospital for treatment.
Flat tire again. Oh, my where have I been that I keep getting these? What a bother to find and pay for new ones. Can’t wear, can’t eat or hug them. Bad, bad, bad $$$ to spend. Here we go again.
the tires on my car are low but tires on others are around their waist and the tires grow and grown until the tires are so over-flated that the tire explode along with their hearts and then they wonder why their tires are flat
Money, flats, black, too much worry, stranded at night in the rain on a bad road, late to work, children, errands, hurry hurry hurry, rude sales people, tire guy looking at you like you fell off a cliff somewhere, whispering, talking in other languages, especially Spanish with the sly little glances
All this drama tires me out considerably. I would like peace in my relationships. BUT the drama sparks creativity and learning and personal growth. A peaceful life can be boring, restful, but very boring and there is no growth.
Black, rubber, the gravel sticking on them. Rolling or standing still. I’m at ground level with them. Just looking, the entire tire is not seen–just the area of connection. just where the tire meets the road. the black on black. Sitcky rubbber, its hot, next to, squishing the scratchy, rough road below.
She eyed the vehicle as if she were looking at a prize. Lust was evident in her eyes. She was tired of dealing with public transport all day. She wanted nothing more that to have her own.
tires are black and round. they need air to work and they need somthing on top of the . hehe hehe. they can be used as a swing which is why i love tires. Tires can be used as a sled which is why i love tires. HAHA JK I HATE TIRES MWAHAHAHAHA
Tires are black, and they are round. They go on cars, trucks motorcycles.. anything that needs tires. They are made of rubber, and have metal in them to make them strong.
Great tires. In my house we call them tyres. Pneus. Very tired. Baby you can drive my car and all that jazz. You know yourself nothing but a straight G rolling on 64s bitch get in my car.
The old woman has lived a full life, and she hobbles to her car, determined to drive herself to the market. The car is old like her and sits upon four balding tires. She pauses to catch her breath before opening the driver’s side door.
Everyone is, but does anyone care? The world is monotonous. Looking for something new is just a quest in a labirynth. The only solace is the mind. It may be dark, but offers some light of free imagination that no social liberty can give. That tires nobody now, does it?
The tires on my car go round and round as I drive down a dark road late on night. My friend is sitting next to me as we blare music from the speakers. It’s a cold, starry night, one typical of late fall. As we drive, laugh, and sing, I can’t help but feel this is where I’m meant to be.
Tires are pretty cool. They help cars move. They’re rubbery and like wheels. Monster trucks have gigantic tires. Do bikes have tires, or are they just called wheels? I dunno. I should figure that out. Tires help the world go round. :)
The are on a car. They are black and have textures. They can be used as swings. You can spell sit from the following letters of tires. There are four on each car.
We have already traveled a hundred miles. We’re lost in the middle of the endless road. The car broke down, the engine overheated. And there, under the midday sun, we stood and waited for the car to be fixed.
They screcched to a stop, and I finally remembered to breath. They had not hit me. I was safe, laying on the ground. The car had been so close, so scary. But I was safe.
Tires on the car go round and round, as we all know from the nursery school rhyme, but do we know WHY? And how do the tires feel having to drive this ugly bus around the city everyday? I’m sure they don’t enjoy it as much as we’ve convinced ourself they do!
are used in cars to locomote initially it was wheels used instead of tyres and now every top car has different tyres and brands of tyres for themselves. people pay a huge amount of money for tyres .
Reifen? Hm. Winterreifen hab ich schon drauf. Aber noch ist ja schönes Wetter, ein Glück. Ich glaub, mehr gibt’s dazu nicht zu sagen. Schönen Sonntag noch!
My car’s tire squealed in protest to the extreme ture I was trying to make at 45 miles an hour. I was panicking and I had to rush myself. She was in danger, and I had to save her.
On the freeway, her truck jolted and she could feel that something wasn’t right.
She pulled over. Something had gone wrong with her tires.
Person after person slowed to gawk. Some asked if anybody was on the way. Only one pulled over, got out, and asked if she needed help.
She nodded, smiling, as she said, “Thanks.”
She tires of this nonsense. Why does he constantly play games with her? Why won’t he simply let her mind and heart be? She wishes he would wake a decision. This is getting ridiculous.
The tires were flat. Period. That’s all there was to it. I couldn’t go any further. Trapped in the desert land I was so wishing to escape. “I should have stayed home,” were the first thoughts that came to my mind as I stood outside my car staring off into the distance. Nothing but flat brown land. It was all I could see.
The rubber tires screeched on the gravel street, stopping at the curb of a suburban townhouse. The street wasn’t used to these sounds, it was a street of people who obeyed laws and didn’t get speeding tickets.. they were normal.
It tires her to see him waste his time.
tires belong on automobiles. lulululululul.
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Feet perched high on a table, with cracks in their soles and hard skin around the heel. Those feet ache as veins pulse to the surface, as toenails bleed from the careless thoughts of its inhabiter. She can’t quite seem to find a way to care, and she just needed to rest. It scared her, how immense the world was and how full of emotion it can be, but none of her own. She remembered feeling her fathers heart beat once, pulsing blood in a fast rhythmic fashion that proved he was alive. She could never feel hers. She tires of these hopeless thoughts that she might ever feel, though she wishes dearly she could. She understood the premises, read of poets voices in which they loved, knew the horrible fears children cry of. She even wished to feel that last second of pain that a dying man issues. But she tires, of never feeling.
The day tires. Me, that is. Why should the day tire? It’s not as if it is unexpected. Could we prepare, reserve energy…?
Tires. Cars. Trains. Never in one place. That’s how it’s always been. Never getting attached. never allowing myself to. It worked, it was happy. I was happy. And then you came in to my life and you didn’t complete me and you aren’t my other half but you are the chink that broke my damn.
i dont know what tires means but i know that it`s kinda cute, is like trying but with no endig
tires. big fat tires. donuts. donuts with sprinkles. they apparently have a shop that sells sprinkles. tires, balls, big bouncing balls, they go up and down and they hit someone on the nose. can i write about something else rather than tires. Life is a wheel, sometimes you’re up, sometimes you’re down. Currently, I’m in the down population. time’s almost up….
burning tires in the night. a thousand dead lay in the street. echoes of the past as the rubber meets the road. lost souls riding again
my car is an awesome car but the tires aren’t going to be able to be inspected this year..I don’t really know what I’m going to do because they are awesome tires but the snow tires just look stupid. Tires is actually spelt different in the UK it is tyres which I found strange.
sometimes I get so tired of having to comply to YOUR rules, YOUR ways. YOUR attempts at imposing YOUR methods on me. I will not spell tyres as tires as I will resist you all the way. It matters not that you underline my spelling – it is not incorrect.
the tires of the car screeched as he pulled hard on the hand brakes as the light turned red. just in time.
tires are for losers tires are for nicotine abusers, hell well I use tires but i like to call myself a born again liar and if you’ve ever lit your own face on fire you would know what it was like to blow a snow globe up in the snow and nobody knows what it feels like to ride a bike while taking a hike through the atlantic ocean
I followed the tacks absentmindedly. I wasn’t thinking about anything in particular but rather enjoying the feeling of the sun on my back. With the tracks from the night before’s rain drying beneath my feet, I couldn’t help but appreciate today’s sun all the more.
The tires screeched. I saw a bright light. Was this the end? Or was it just the beginning to my new life without him as his blood drips onto my face. A painful life. One I don’t want to live. The end of a life or just the beginning?
I have always had problems with tires. Since my childhood… in my grandfather’s car…
There seemed always to be a problem whenever we decided to go out on Sunday. On the way to the beach, to the mountain, to our favourite park, wherever we were heading to, we had problems with tires.
Later on, during my early teenagehood… in my parent’s car…
There seemed always to be a problem whenever we decided to go out on Sunday. On the way to the beach, to the mountain, to our favourite park, wherever we were heading to, we had problems with tires.
Later on, as a young adult… in my own car…
There seemed always to be a problem whenever I decided to go out on Sunday. On the way to the beach, to the mountain, to my favourite park, wherever I was heading to, I had problems with tires.
Until I got married….
and now, my husband has a lot of problems with tires!
One of the tires on the bus got punched and caused the bus to serve to the violently to the right., causing the passengers to bound forward. Two persons received cuts to the forehead and where taken to the hospital for treatment.