hollow vacant, I see right through it. Empty silver wisp of ethereal thought tied together with a vague outline of form. If only we could hold on to it for one more lasting moment, but it’s gone from our site the same as from our lives. A tent erected to shield an ideal. An alter raised for a god long forgotten.
She laughed at what he said, and he looked down as she did. He knew whatever he concocted, however clever in its details or supported by ingenious half-truths, she would look through his fabrications as though they were transparent, a pane of fiction she shattered with sharp chuckle.
Most people are transparent, they don’t really show how they are feeling. People always say, “how are you?” the response is always, “fine”. That’s not the truth, people are rarely fine, there is
completely free of thinking and making everyone a single point of information OR the internet is this person. mmmmm nothing will be transparent again until we lose greed and money!
What I couldn’t see before is so clear with 20/20 relentlessly kicking my behind.
No use looking back – at what was – or could have been.
I’m just putting my head down, letting in a little shame, a good bit of remorse, and then I’m moving on as best I can.
There’s no going back, I know, but it doesn’t mean that I’m going to let go of wishing I could.
there once was a man who could see through peoples clothes and skin, could watch their hearts pumping, their lungs working could see the electricity circuiting through their brains. then one day he took a gun and blew his brains out and as he did so he turned his eyes inward and watched the gray matter fly out the back of his own skull.
The ghost was transparent. I could see through the damned thing. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Wow. I think I just crapped…oops I crapped my pants. I’m watching CSI.
what do you think transparent? in terms of ” i am not transparent enough”? well what the hell. you haven’t been so transparent as well, and i didn’t say anything about it. Transparent is overrated enough as it is, and people just think that that is a good way of doing things – in a transparent manner, yeah right
IT IS CLEAR AND I CAN SEE THROUGH IT. OFTEN PEOPLE ARE TRANSPARENT AND THE ABILITY TO SEE THROUGH THEM IS QUITE SIMPLE. THEY WEAR THEIR HEART ON THEIR SLEEVE AND YOU CAN IMMEDIATELY PREDICT WHAT IT IS THEY ARE GOING TO DO AND WHAT IT IS THEY ARE GOING TO SAY. THEY ARE COMPLETELY TRANSPARENT. TRANSPARENCY IS RELATIVE.
sometimes I honsetly though i was see-through. Like people could walk right through me and never notice. It went like that my entire life. It wasn’t in till I died- and really became transparent- that they would listen and see me.
She could see right through me. I never have known how I can deceive her. There is no illusion, no perspective. Transparent. That is how my mother sees me.
How else could she have shone so brilliantly? Her mind was diamond-sharp in the sea of retards and idiots, and had she continued along that path, she would never blend in. It just wasn’t possible.
But then she was kidnapped, and turned into something else. She became something infinitely more deadly. She was transparent and opaque at the same time, a crafty illusionist of a woman who could disappear at a moment’s notice, only to reappear as she saw fit.
Have you ever seen some people whose behavior sometimes seem transparent. I look at my son sometimes and I swear I can see right through him. Sometimes he doesn’t even have to open his mouth and I can see his
The glass was transparent. It had a mysterious green liquid inside. It looked beautiful. I clicked a picture, and poof!, the transparency didn’t seem amazing anymore.
clearness. it also reminds me of those overhead projector things that they always used in elementary school. i remember the visa pens they always used. strange how that seems so lo=tech now. what with the interactive white boards and what not. hm…. things are changing i suppose.
i feel transparent every day. sometimes i look at myself in the mirror and think that there’s no one there. if i’m walking down the street, i notice people looking right through me. it’s not like im invisible, i’m still there, but people seem to know so much about me in such a small period of time. a first glance. a first impression all because im transparent.
I am transparent. I tis so awkward in meaninful conversations. I avoid eye contact at all cost. Everyone knows what I am thinking. they think they do that is. They don’t really. I avoid it because them thinking they do can take away from whatever point i am trying to build. Why do people feel the need to go away from what you have laid before them why is everrone so cynical
transparente
hollow vacant, I see right through it. Empty silver wisp of ethereal thought tied together with a vague outline of form. If only we could hold on to it for one more lasting moment, but it’s gone from our site the same as from our lives. A tent erected to shield an ideal. An alter raised for a god long forgotten.
She laughed at what he said, and he looked down as she did. He knew whatever he concocted, however clever in its details or supported by ingenious half-truths, she would look through his fabrications as though they were transparent, a pane of fiction she shattered with sharp chuckle.
Ich sehe es nicht. Es ist vor mir, l
swee through
white people
glass
window
water
jug
cup
mug
Most people are transparent, they don’t really show how they are feeling. People always say, “how are you?” the response is always, “fine”. That’s not the truth, people are rarely fine, there is
completely free of thinking and making everyone a single point of information OR the internet is this person. mmmmm nothing will be transparent again until we lose greed and money!
I wish all the clothes of women are forever transparent. tee hee. That would be sheer awesomeness.
see through
What I couldn’t see before is so clear with 20/20 relentlessly kicking my behind.
No use looking back – at what was – or could have been.
I’m just putting my head down, letting in a little shame, a good bit of remorse, and then I’m moving on as best I can.
There’s no going back, I know, but it doesn’t mean that I’m going to let go of wishing I could.
there once was a man who could see through peoples clothes and skin, could watch their hearts pumping, their lungs working could see the electricity circuiting through their brains. then one day he took a gun and blew his brains out and as he did so he turned his eyes inward and watched the gray matter fly out the back of his own skull.
Fear is a transparent film playing across my mind, hijacking my thoughts, piloting my actions, and hurling my life headlong into a mountain.
transparent
There’s a transparent dress and you can see through it
There’s a transparent dress and you can see through it
see through
The ghost was transparent. I could see through the damned thing. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Wow. I think I just crapped…oops I crapped my pants. I’m watching CSI.
Sometimes a person who represents himself as kind and gentle can in private turn out to be a dragon, who breathes fires.
what do you think transparent? in terms of ” i am not transparent enough”? well what the hell. you haven’t been so transparent as well, and i didn’t say anything about it. Transparent is overrated enough as it is, and people just think that that is a good way of doing things – in a transparent manner, yeah right
im not sure what it means
IT IS CLEAR AND I CAN SEE THROUGH IT. OFTEN PEOPLE ARE TRANSPARENT AND THE ABILITY TO SEE THROUGH THEM IS QUITE SIMPLE. THEY WEAR THEIR HEART ON THEIR SLEEVE AND YOU CAN IMMEDIATELY PREDICT WHAT IT IS THEY ARE GOING TO DO AND WHAT IT IS THEY ARE GOING TO SAY. THEY ARE COMPLETELY TRANSPARENT. TRANSPARENCY IS RELATIVE.
no color
blind
equal
invisible
no limit
comprensible
They are so transparent
light shines through them
like thoughts through their minds
escape them
clear, helder, open,
those having double face ,means shows those qualities which aare not present present in them
sometimes I honsetly though i was see-through. Like people could walk right through me and never notice. It went like that my entire life. It wasn’t in till I died- and really became transparent- that they would listen and see me.
I like being transoarent because people can see thourght me hahahahahahah
She could see right through me. I never have known how I can deceive her. There is no illusion, no perspective. Transparent. That is how my mother sees me.
She’d never been transparent.
How else could she have shone so brilliantly? Her mind was diamond-sharp in the sea of retards and idiots, and had she continued along that path, she would never blend in. It just wasn’t possible.
But then she was kidnapped, and turned into something else. She became something infinitely more deadly. She was transparent and opaque at the same time, a crafty illusionist of a woman who could disappear at a moment’s notice, only to reappear as she saw fit.
Sheer. Or honest. Or one of the things Obama promised to be but has failed to deliver. Curtains blowing in the wind. Filtering the light.
Have you ever seen some people whose behavior sometimes seem transparent. I look at my son sometimes and I swear I can see right through him. Sometimes he doesn’t even have to open his mouth and I can see his
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The glass was transparent. It had a mysterious green liquid inside. It looked beautiful. I clicked a picture, and poof!, the transparency didn’t seem amazing anymore.
It’s what my government and society surely isn’t.
It’s what i want to be when i feel bad.
See through and simple
transparent
clearness. it also reminds me of those overhead projector things that they always used in elementary school. i remember the visa pens they always used. strange how that seems so lo=tech now. what with the interactive white boards and what not. hm…. things are changing i suppose.
i feel transparent every day. sometimes i look at myself in the mirror and think that there’s no one there. if i’m walking down the street, i notice people looking right through me. it’s not like im invisible, i’m still there, but people seem to know so much about me in such a small period of time. a first glance. a first impression all because im transparent.
Like a ghost?
I don’t know.
Blah.
Hmm. Just write? Anything?
Okay.
Blue Ridge Mountains by: Fleet Foxes is the bestt song ever. It’s so beautiful.
I am transparent. I tis so awkward in meaninful conversations. I avoid eye contact at all cost. Everyone knows what I am thinking. they think they do that is. They don’t really. I avoid it because them thinking they do can take away from whatever point i am trying to build. Why do people feel the need to go away from what you have laid before them why is everrone so cynical