We use each other. That’s what other people are for. We achieve with each other and our success is impossible without others. We support, we congratulate, we are supported and congratulated. Such is the nature of using other people for your own ends. We are all complicit.
i use my iphone to look at new iphones so that the iphone is not yet outdated, but only iphone 1g is old. iphones are fast and can like help you use stuff because iphones were built to look like an iphone. IPHONE
There use to be an innocence
That I didn’t know was there
My days were blissfully happy
My problems were few and sparse
I didn’t know the devil
Had walked in through my door
I’d never seen that smirky grin
And blackened heart before
Now that you have shown yourself
There are lessons I must begin
The hardest one it seems so far
Is that good people don’t always win
And sometimes I feel like I use God, because I ask for him when I have nowhere else to go. But as much as they try to tell me otherwise, he really isn’t in mansions of wood or stone, and if he does exist he is everywhere. I struggle with this, but have come to terms that maybe I do believe in something higher than science or myself.
“Oh, what’s the use? I’ll never get it to work!” Ethan whines, and kicks the chasis again. This time the engine sputters and coughs, and the chainsaw comes to life. “Excellent!” Ethan says with a sinister smile as he turns back to the people bound and gagged on the floor behind him. “Now where were we?”
i use people. i know its bad, i know it’s the sort of thing sociopaths do. And I’m not a sociopath. I’ve been tested, I’m perfectly normal. But I do. People are like clockwork toys, full of chemicals and signals and firing neurons that fire so predictably. It’s the easiest thing in the world to have them do as I wish–or as they don’t know that they wish. I wonder, sometimes, how anyone can say how complicated people are, and how much sorrow this causes, when I have this power–and, I wonder, what shall I use it for?
Don’t you hate that feeling of being used? when someone gains your trust, then tears it up in front of you. Like a dishcloth they wring you out, and then come back for more, and you are powerless to stop it.
The use of illegal drugs is prohibited at our workplace, but on any day you can see some members of staff exhibiting signs of being under the influence of drugs. what they do not understand is that is hinders their performance and by extension all the worked jobs are placed in jepordy.
Useless! that was the one word response of my previous Sales Director when being asked by 2 senior managers of their designation. The word- useless- also defines my current state. Also my presence in my originization. But hey, Being of use really matters, its just being completely useless that annoys me. God only knows how i was rendered useless.
Use, we use something everyday, or perhaps even every hour or second. People could bet themselves to prevent using anything and eventually fail because fuck logic, clothes are also part of our daily usage
they use me and abuse me and throw me around, smile and nod when no answer can be found. I work and toil to be of use, when all I feel in the end is obtuse.
A shell. floating on the surface of the grey lake. A gust. Inching it away from the filthy pursuant. Legs burning with ambition. What’s the use of it all? The shell is not an empty metaphor.
use don’t lose. wait for nothing. nothing to wait for. look around. use a muse. find a brain. its time to light the light. burn it down. down at the bottom where the flame meets the water and still fights for its life. use that urgency. use that moment. let the shadows whisper stories from the underground and use…use the mind that you found to let yourself grow another inch. that skin is drooping down. so use the muscles. make the change. tighten your grip all around…and use don’t lose.
What use was it? Focus wouldn’t come. He tried to pick up the pen a thousand times, and a thousand times it transformed into a projectile, conducting rod, mustache, or sword. He simply could not bring himself to fulfill its actual purpose, to write the words that he knew he must.
I am of no use. Just a little clump of accidental creation, some say. We’re all just nothing in the grand scale of things. Little organisms trying to find meaning in this vast ever-expanding space. We live in this little blue dot that seems so magnificent, large and ever-mysterious. We’ll never know the truth – and we’ll never find the answers to this little blue planet we live in. The whole universe out there is a pandora’s box, waiting to be opened – but yet here we are, stuck in our little trivialities, little wars, little battles of morality – when there’s so much, so much that can be, so much that will free us of the chains we adhere and purposefully cling onto.
One can say that everything has been created by chance, or one can say everything occurs out of reason – but by the end of the day, it has occurred, you are alive, and every second you breathe – every second you’re alive – is a chance in a million. You could die now, maybe now, and now. But you’re alive. So, you are of use – you are special – just by being alive.
I used pills and alcohol to get my mind off of somewhat important things like school and such. Also, the internet. Without any of this, I don’t know how I would have gotten through everything, which, ya know, is pretty sad.
you were the type to sleep always facing the wall. i held my hands to my mouth, breathing in measurements. i sought stillness over the rushing in my ears.
(once upon a time i worried about saying “good night” with too little feeling.
then i realized i was the only one who cared.)
When I use my pencil I write
Use is to have something and be using it. For example I was using my phone in 1st hour.
to use it to make ithing i whont.
We use each other. That’s what other people are for. We achieve with each other and our success is impossible without others. We support, we congratulate, we are supported and congratulated. Such is the nature of using other people for your own ends. We are all complicit.
I use the keyboard to type what I am saying right now. I also use toilet paper,
i use my iphone to look at new iphones so that the iphone is not yet outdated, but only iphone 1g is old. iphones are fast and can like help you use stuff because iphones were built to look like an iphone. IPHONE
i use my computer to surf the internet, find research, and go on facebook.
I use my phone to call people that i want to when i want to because i can than is why i have a phone.
i will use peanut butter to destroy my enemies …………………………………………………………a.k.a., timmothy and rhyan.HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
I use my phone to call and text people to tell them something important, most of the time anyway.
i use toilet paper, not my hand. i also use vinegar on my cheetos.ya!
There use to be an innocence
That I didn’t know was there
My days were blissfully happy
My problems were few and sparse
I didn’t know the devil
Had walked in through my door
I’d never seen that smirky grin
And blackened heart before
Now that you have shown yourself
There are lessons I must begin
The hardest one it seems so far
Is that good people don’t always win
And sometimes I feel like I use God, because I ask for him when I have nowhere else to go. But as much as they try to tell me otherwise, he really isn’t in mansions of wood or stone, and if he does exist he is everywhere. I struggle with this, but have come to terms that maybe I do believe in something higher than science or myself.
Don’t use drugs, it’s bad for you.
Use every color to paint your words as you write the story of your life
What’s the use? Of feeling this way, of putting so much emotion into something that barely concerns me. But that’s the beauty, isn’t it?
“Oh, what’s the use? I’ll never get it to work!” Ethan whines, and kicks the chasis again. This time the engine sputters and coughs, and the chainsaw comes to life. “Excellent!” Ethan says with a sinister smile as he turns back to the people bound and gagged on the floor behind him. “Now where were we?”
i use people. i know its bad, i know it’s the sort of thing sociopaths do. And I’m not a sociopath. I’ve been tested, I’m perfectly normal. But I do. People are like clockwork toys, full of chemicals and signals and firing neurons that fire so predictably. It’s the easiest thing in the world to have them do as I wish–or as they don’t know that they wish. I wonder, sometimes, how anyone can say how complicated people are, and how much sorrow this causes, when I have this power–and, I wonder, what shall I use it for?
Don’t you hate that feeling of being used? when someone gains your trust, then tears it up in front of you. Like a dishcloth they wring you out, and then come back for more, and you are powerless to stop it.
The use of illegal drugs is prohibited at our workplace, but on any day you can see some members of staff exhibiting signs of being under the influence of drugs. what they do not understand is that is hinders their performance and by extension all the worked jobs are placed in jepordy.
i use a pen to write a word and an essay
Useless! that was the one word response of my previous Sales Director when being asked by 2 senior managers of their designation. The word- useless- also defines my current state. Also my presence in my originization. But hey, Being of use really matters, its just being completely useless that annoys me. God only knows how i was rendered useless.
He is /such/ a tool. I never did want him. All I wanted was the controversy and the gossip, spreading like wild fire over the tabloids.
Use, we use something everyday, or perhaps even every hour or second. People could bet themselves to prevent using anything and eventually fail because fuck logic, clothes are also part of our daily usage
I like to use technology, but I think it can also be overwhelming and a bit intimidating!
Use me.
Abuse me.
Confuse me.
Consume me.
Relate to me.
Partake with me.
Capture me.
Develop me.
Show me to the world.
I am your project.
they use me and abuse me and throw me around, smile and nod when no answer can be found. I work and toil to be of use, when all I feel in the end is obtuse.
A shell. floating on the surface of the grey lake. A gust. Inching it away from the filthy pursuant. Legs burning with ambition. What’s the use of it all? The shell is not an empty metaphor.
Bill Withers once said: “All you want to do is use me, until you use me up.”
No more. You can pack your shit and leave, post haste. This is the last little bit of mercy you’ll ever see from me.
use don’t lose. wait for nothing. nothing to wait for. look around. use a muse. find a brain. its time to light the light. burn it down. down at the bottom where the flame meets the water and still fights for its life. use that urgency. use that moment. let the shadows whisper stories from the underground and use…use the mind that you found to let yourself grow another inch. that skin is drooping down. so use the muscles. make the change. tighten your grip all around…and use don’t lose.
I feel used
Overused
Misused
Abused
I feel tired
Yet I keep allowing others
To use
abuse
misuse
abuse
I know no other way
This is the only way
I will be used
Abused
Misused
Abused.
To Use:
First, remove the soul,
Break down the human parts,
Create shadows to hate.
Second,
Convince them that you have the answer to their woes.
Give them hope,
That you will right the wrongs wrought on them.
Third, get what you need,
Rid yourself of their shell.
Rinse.
Repeat.
What use was it? Focus wouldn’t come. He tried to pick up the pen a thousand times, and a thousand times it transformed into a projectile, conducting rod, mustache, or sword. He simply could not bring himself to fulfill its actual purpose, to write the words that he knew he must.
Interesting…how the word USE can be a good thing or a not so good thing. I enjoy being useful but not being used!
We burrowed our need in eachother,
but all we did was drown.
I used you to make me feel better,
and you used me to tear that down.
I am of no use. Just a little clump of accidental creation, some say. We’re all just nothing in the grand scale of things. Little organisms trying to find meaning in this vast ever-expanding space. We live in this little blue dot that seems so magnificent, large and ever-mysterious. We’ll never know the truth – and we’ll never find the answers to this little blue planet we live in. The whole universe out there is a pandora’s box, waiting to be opened – but yet here we are, stuck in our little trivialities, little wars, little battles of morality – when there’s so much, so much that can be, so much that will free us of the chains we adhere and purposefully cling onto.
One can say that everything has been created by chance, or one can say everything occurs out of reason – but by the end of the day, it has occurred, you are alive, and every second you breathe – every second you’re alive – is a chance in a million. You could die now, maybe now, and now. But you’re alive. So, you are of use – you are special – just by being alive.
when you see something and you spoil that thing .
when you see something and you spoil that
I used pills and alcohol to get my mind off of somewhat important things like school and such. Also, the internet. Without any of this, I don’t know how I would have gotten through everything, which, ya know, is pretty sad.
you were the type to sleep always facing the wall. i held my hands to my mouth, breathing in measurements. i sought stillness over the rushing in my ears.
(once upon a time i worried about saying “good night” with too little feeling.
then i realized i was the only one who cared.)