out through the meadow, there is a small village barely visible through the fog. its OUR village. the one place where every scent smells exactly like home to me; smelling like you. scents that remind me of those times we once said we’d reminisce about and think, “you can say you knew me when.”
I already did this. I’ve been here before. Surrounded by you people. What the hell is going on in this forest, eh? Why can’t I make my way out without some bizarre mobius strip of a walkway returning me back to you wankers? I demand an explanation from the chief!
a town of people and society if art, history work and life, children , growth, death and hardshio and ideas some ggod and dome bad awater buckets and old women in robes brick streets, wells and small buisnesses. Home and land spread with shep and stone. a place to go to and a place to leave from, a major streets and hills in a cloudy sky. top hats and wanderers alike. trade, and product
a place where people live. lots of them. it is homey and warm and comfortable. there are probably lots of animals and singing people and princesses. unless it’s greenwich village. then there’s just a lot of fashion and trash and no skyline. isn’t it really expensive? i think so. the people probably aren’t as happy as they think they are.
the well in the center of the town it had a strange story behind it, so many strange stories of course no one remembered them but the well itself for its memory was timeless and eternal, uncorruptable and bittersweet
There wa s a small village, it was great. There were dogs and pigs and little children running around all over the place. It was quiet and peacful. The skys were blue and the water clean and clear. Everyone wanted to live in this little village. People from all over the owrld would come to see the village and wish they could stay forever. It was the best place on earth.
The village will save humanity. The village will save our minds, save our souls. It will save the planet and save evolution. Find a community and stick to it and help it grow and in turn it will help you grow. The big empty city will just make you big and empty in turn.
a takes a village to raise a child? really? i don’t think so. i think that it takes a loving close family that cares about who this little person is becomeing and what is going on in their life. a village can’t possibly know a child like a loving close family. mother and father mother and mother father and mother or even a close single pa
A place where all idiots shall commune. since the beginning of “the” village idiot, I have been creating this town for all village idiots to be brought together. there will be a village school, in hopes that no child is left idiotic. we will have special calculators at banks so that no idiot can mess up their money.
damned, arent we all,,esoteric, trakyopheric, monophrenic, diluted abcess of a mothers drawn out purse strings,,she wobbles her sincerity till the last vestibles of third world bulimics vomit on our laps the sick of monetary greed
i always loved the phrase that somewhere theres a village missing an idiot. a lot of people really firt that bill. and iv always wanted to say that to them. i dont like villages tho. too small. small minded. and nothing to do. if only u could have the qualites of the village in a big-ass city.
The Village People are playing softly in the background the very first time I walk into a bar. The vibrant colors, upbeat songs, fruity drinks…Yep, I’m in a gay bar. It’s amazing and fun and I manage to be completely intoxicated before my first legal sip of alcohol.
A village full of village idiots. Where families get along and are extremely boring. Have you ever seen a village as thus. Can’t say why the village is the way it is, it just is and nobody knows why. Village idiots, who knew.
I used to live in Little Haywood, a small village in Staffordshire. The word village conjours up visions of a close community like in the Vicar of Dibley. I’m sure Villaging is a sexual term.
The village is where the people live. They live because that is what they’ve been told to do. The village is for them, for them only. You are not allowed, you do not deserve what they have. Their happiness, their naivety. They’re blissfully unaware. You wish you were like them.
I live in a village east of hampon. I live with ym grandmother and her hobbit named ralph
ralph likes to sit around in his underwear all day eat milk and ceral and watching cartoons. her doesnt actually do anything. i thought a hobbit was that thing in harrry potter but i just realized its those small hairy creattures in lord o fthe rigns liek frodo biggins and bilbo and the like.
I wish that I had grown up in one so I would have one to go back to. My town was nothing like a village. It was cold and impersonal, and full of pointless tragedies of family that will never be chronicled and will live on only in the wrecked lives of those who survived them.
The empty anonymity of suburbia left us all feeling bleak.
A village is a place where people live.
I don’t know what else to say in my sixty seconds. So I will make up something to say. Rather it makes sence or bot.
the village like the film with William Hurt in it, an actor I used to lust after when I was about 15 and thought he was incurably sexy, and I suppose I thought I was smart….saw him as an intellectual, and of course now he just looks old which reminds me Im getting there too
Green and blue. Moss on everything, up the sides of the cottages and in between your toes. Small people. Groups of families sitting on pinic tables covered in moss and worn down. Rickety. Blue eyes. Earthy. Smells like the woods. Trees all over.
I went down the raod and into the village.. it was deserted, except for two children playing hopscotch in the road. Most of the shows were closed, but that was to be expected for this time of year. What did worry me, however, was the lack of animal life… The children too seemed somewhat unnatural
I live in a village, none of my friends live here. There is a church and a pub and there was a village shop but it closed. There is a primary school which I attended until my parents decided I was too intelligent for a state education and sent me to prep school. I got expelled though, what a mistake on their behalf.
in the village there are alots of tuny people
all dancing and laughing
the vilage is such a happy place to go and be able to enjoy yourself, wish the full world was that way
My village is my home is my world and is my mind, they hear my thoughts and help me act when I would be alone. My village takes me forward, while reminding me of the past, and my village is my heart, my land, and all that makes me whole. Without my village the rain may make my day a treacherous event, but village has me safe and whole and keeps me happy, healthy, and home.
THey lived in a small village just on the other side of the mountain. a day’s walk for certain but nothing the boys couldn’t handle. After all, they had come this far already. They were ready to go home.
All the world is one big village. Think about it. We’re all here together connected like never before, working as police men, firefighters, or even an indian chief. That makes us all Village People.
a movie… quiet place to live… old people… neat…
out through the meadow, there is a small village barely visible through the fog. its OUR village. the one place where every scent smells exactly like home to me; smelling like you. scents that remind me of those times we once said we’d reminisce about and think, “you can say you knew me when.”
a place, small but tight. all know all. one knows all. all knows one.
I already did this. I’ve been here before. Surrounded by you people. What the hell is going on in this forest, eh? Why can’t I make my way out without some bizarre mobius strip of a walkway returning me back to you wankers? I demand an explanation from the chief!
A place of good, god fearing people where old ideas live in an indecent world.
a town of people and society if art, history work and life, children , growth, death and hardshio and ideas some ggod and dome bad awater buckets and old women in robes brick streets, wells and small buisnesses. Home and land spread with shep and stone. a place to go to and a place to leave from, a major streets and hills in a cloudy sky. top hats and wanderers alike. trade, and product
a place where people live. lots of them. it is homey and warm and comfortable. there are probably lots of animals and singing people and princesses. unless it’s greenwich village. then there’s just a lot of fashion and trash and no skyline. isn’t it really expensive? i think so. the people probably aren’t as happy as they think they are.
the well in the center of the town it had a strange story behind it, so many strange stories of course no one remembered them but the well itself for its memory was timeless and eternal, uncorruptable and bittersweet
There wa s a small village, it was great. There were dogs and pigs and little children running around all over the place. It was quiet and peacful. The skys were blue and the water clean and clear. Everyone wanted to live in this little village. People from all over the owrld would come to see the village and wish they could stay forever. It was the best place on earth.
one family one village one life time
they are all the same
they are all different
think spiritually
think individually
think family
The village will save humanity. The village will save our minds, save our souls. It will save the planet and save evolution. Find a community and stick to it and help it grow and in turn it will help you grow. The big empty city will just make you big and empty in turn.
a takes a village to raise a child? really? i don’t think so. i think that it takes a loving close family that cares about who this little person is becomeing and what is going on in their life. a village can’t possibly know a child like a loving close family. mother and father mother and mother father and mother or even a close single pa
A place where all idiots shall commune. since the beginning of “the” village idiot, I have been creating this town for all village idiots to be brought together. there will be a village school, in hopes that no child is left idiotic. we will have special calculators at banks so that no idiot can mess up their money.
damned, arent we all,,esoteric, trakyopheric, monophrenic, diluted abcess of a mothers drawn out purse strings,,she wobbles her sincerity till the last vestibles of third world bulimics vomit on our laps the sick of monetary greed
villages. pubs. last night. drunk friends. celebration. illicit kisses in corridors. my boyfriend. his girlfriend. dropping drinks. taking pills. crying. laughing. falling. phoneboxes. phone calls. the morning after. comiseration. sick. sick. sick. pubs. villages.
i always loved the phrase that somewhere theres a village missing an idiot. a lot of people really firt that bill. and iv always wanted to say that to them. i dont like villages tho. too small. small minded. and nothing to do. if only u could have the qualites of the village in a big-ass city.
The Village People are playing softly in the background the very first time I walk into a bar. The vibrant colors, upbeat songs, fruity drinks…Yep, I’m in a gay bar. It’s amazing and fun and I manage to be completely intoxicated before my first legal sip of alcohol.
A village full of village idiots. Where families get along and are extremely boring. Have you ever seen a village as thus. Can’t say why the village is the way it is, it just is and nobody knows why. Village idiots, who knew.
I used to live in Little Haywood, a small village in Staffordshire. The word village conjours up visions of a close community like in the Vicar of Dibley. I’m sure Villaging is a sexual term.
There once was a village where a little girl lived. She loved cotton candy, flowers, and cigarettes. She died. The village didn’t.
The village is where the people live. They live because that is what they’ve been told to do. The village is for them, for them only. You are not allowed, you do not deserve what they have. Their happiness, their naivety. They’re blissfully unaware. You wish you were like them.
I live in a village east of hampon. I live with ym grandmother and her hobbit named ralph
ralph likes to sit around in his underwear all day eat milk and ceral and watching cartoons. her doesnt actually do anything. i thought a hobbit was that thing in harrry potter but i just realized its those small hairy creattures in lord o fthe rigns liek frodo biggins and bilbo and the like.
I wish that I had grown up in one so I would have one to go back to. My town was nothing like a village. It was cold and impersonal, and full of pointless tragedies of family that will never be chronicled and will live on only in the wrecked lives of those who survived them.
The empty anonymity of suburbia left us all feeling bleak.
the village is my favorite movie made by that indian man its really cool hahaha kaaaypeace
A village is a place where people live.
I don’t know what else to say in my sixty seconds. So I will make up something to say. Rather it makes sence or bot.
i live in a village of the insane. they crawl down from the mountains to spite us with decay.
the village like the film with William Hurt in it, an actor I used to lust after when I was about 15 and thought he was incurably sexy, and I suppose I thought I was smart….saw him as an intellectual, and of course now he just looks old which reminds me Im getting there too
Green and blue. Moss on everything, up the sides of the cottages and in between your toes. Small people. Groups of families sitting on pinic tables covered in moss and worn down. Rickety. Blue eyes. Earthy. Smells like the woods. Trees all over.
a little town with communistic ideas. They all wear robes and grow crops. They don’t have any grocery stores
I went down the raod and into the village.. it was deserted, except for two children playing hopscotch in the road. Most of the shows were closed, but that was to be expected for this time of year. What did worry me, however, was the lack of animal life… The children too seemed somewhat unnatural
I live in a village, none of my friends live here. There is a church and a pub and there was a village shop but it closed. There is a primary school which I attended until my parents decided I was too intelligent for a state education and sent me to prep school. I got expelled though, what a mistake on their behalf.
One person chosen to rule…to carry on hundreds of years of tradition.
in the village there are alots of tuny people
all dancing and laughing
the vilage is such a happy place to go and be able to enjoy yourself, wish the full world was that way
Village….a place in my mind where all things live. We exist and we don’t………Arghhhh!
small town, rural area, hard workers, good food or hardly any food. countryside. nice people.
My village is my home is my world and is my mind, they hear my thoughts and help me act when I would be alone. My village takes me forward, while reminding me of the past, and my village is my heart, my land, and all that makes me whole. Without my village the rain may make my day a treacherous event, but village has me safe and whole and keeps me happy, healthy, and home.
village, is a place smaller than city or town but bigger than a hamlet, main charesteristics include tea shop, summer fetes and scones and cream.
THey lived in a small village just on the other side of the mountain. a day’s walk for certain but nothing the boys couldn’t handle. After all, they had come this far already. They were ready to go home.
children
happy
ancient
english
african
puritan
country
green
All the world is one big village. Think about it. We’re all here together connected like never before, working as police men, firefighters, or even an indian chief. That makes us all Village People.