I hate you. I’ve always hated you. I just never understood how much until you smiled at me with those perfect eyes.
james
I don’t like to be alone. When I can’t breathe, I stare out of windows and scribble pictures that usually end up as exactly that. Scribbles. But not today. Today I smiled, because I saw you standing beneath the sunlight; your skin was bronze and your hair was a mess.
emily.
one day a windmill was turning round and round and round and the people who lived in the town were tripping balls and watched this awsomeness for hours.
Kyla
there are windmills in bloomsburg now which i didn’t realize before until my sister mentioned them. I dont know how i didn’t see them before, but I think they are fairly new. I remember seeing windmills driving across kansas several years ago, along with the oil wells. there is a restaurant called the windmill down the street from me.
nessa
love
jessxmaxine
the word gois only half there so it is not the word go it is simply a figment of my imagination… lol i am a dork i love stuff like that and it is cool to know our brains are trained to see that stuff and not realize it.
Miseri
windmill?
i asked my partner to build a windmill with me.
we did. it’s my favorite build yet. he did most of it, but i loved that it was something we worked on together. we work well together. i think that means more than saying sweet nothings.
Caillaigh Elfenbeim
I had this windmill once. It was small and made out of paper. I was a child. I would bring it outside with me, everywhere. Even when it was raining. The rain would ruin the pretty pictures that were painted on it.
Cammie
windmills powering energy, rich hampton residents dont want them, they say their ugly, who cares about gobal warming this metal stick is obstucting my veiw of the rising sea levels. i didnt wee one mindwill in amsterdanm
ariel
wind
Anonymous
The windmill creaked. She stepped inside the darkened hole that posed as a door and called up to the machinery: “Hello?” What would have made the monkey dash in here?
SF
windmill windmill for the land, la la la la la la la, which is a song by the Gorillaz. hahahahaha, i don’t know what to write. love is a many splendored thing. love is a battlefield.
Cristiana
windmills aren’t something I really think about a lot. For me, I guess, I would have to think about the windmills that bring energy into the state I live in. I think that windmills should provide the entire world with energy that way, when the sun blows up, we won’t be shit outta luck.
ashleigh
Mawaru, mawaru, Moulin Rouge. The windmill spins round and round and round and round, just like the sound of her voice runs round and round and round and round in my head.
ac
allowing wind blow through me all energy to be produce from my actions. to set a current and evaporate the the wet dense cold water.
Elizabeth
In spain there were a lot of beautiful windmills. They were up on a hill and they were like nothing i have seen before. They were white with wooden wheels. IN east hampton there is a windmill across from the mill house in, it is old and wooden and it is not running like the ones in spain are. Windmills are gorgeous and should always be there.
Elana
I remember reading about Don Quixote going after windmills. On the one hand, very noble. On the other, he was always scorned for it. But at least he had something to stand for. He cared.
Karen
it spins in the wind
what a beautiful thing
it helps energize the world
and causes the air to spin
— will they ever win?
just jes.
my skool just did the play oklahoma and they had a windmill in the set. it was pretty kool until it almost fell…the fence underneath it kept falling too it was funny when the actress screamed then fainted…lol that wasnt nice
Theresa
this is stupid.
lsadkjfaglkd
windmilling arms of margaret in the kitchen of matt and trips new house. she knocked her hand into the top of their stove while convincing us that she ‘wasn’t that drunk’ and ‘didn’t want to be THAT drunk girl’
erin
Windmills symbolize a lot of things. They are always pumping water on farms in movies, they stand for green energy, and take up a lot of room in the sky. The way they turn, always turning makes them seem powerful.
Jacob Yergert
one day, i want to make a wind farm that operates quite differently from those you might have seen lining the european countryside. rather than using wind to generate electricity, my windmills will have electricity-consuming motors that drive the blades and generate wind. we grow wind at my wind farm. it’s better here.
JAWSH GAWRDAN
Tilting at. Don Quixote. Heroic in my adolescence, more addled seeming today. That imperious drive forward, once so exhilarating now mostly exhausting.
Paul
wind autumn death life spring water waterfall watermill electricity
AliQuiS
Don Quixote looked at the foe before him, multi-armed and rotational. He spurred his steadfast steed in the side, and was off to do battle. I fast forwarded to get to “The Impossible Dream”, because really, that’s why I was watching.
Anonymous
I watched him aghast as he held tight to the blade of the windmill. He kicked his legs like it would help him be free without harm, but up up up up he climbed, attached through arms like chains on the whitewashed blade.
If only, I cried, I had let him borrow my bike.
SamR
fuck windmills. they are the biggest wastes of fucking shit we as the dutch have ever spawned. Eventually they lead to windpower mills in the future, but until then, fuck em. fuck em and fuck em they are actually giants.
hank
“You make my life like a windmill,” she told me.
“You mean a roller coaster?” I asked?
“Fuck you”
“I wouldn’t want to ride either one,” I sighed. She was surly when corrected.
“You make my life into a wrecked windmill, a pile of useless wood”. She let out a shrill howl of anguish and slammed her small fist down on the table. I caught a look of pain in her face as it made contact.
“Hey let’s just forget about this conversation… We’re getting older just sitting here and it’s beautiful outside”
She had adjusted the scarf around her neck with a few seconds of obsessive compulsive care that sucked all the whimsy out of the air around us and gave way to irksome pragmatic thoughts.
“I have to get going,” she mentioned deliberately, attempting casualness. I wondered what was the most kind way to handle the situation. I seemed to have egged her on, ruffled her feathers, you know, pissed her off.
“Hey have some fun today, ok?” I smiled softly and hoped that my sincerity got past the subtle clench of anger in my jaw.
“Nice to see you,” she lied. The scarf looked uncomfortably itchy and too warm for the sunny fall afternoon.
I winked and turned away. A wink was sort of creepy, but after the absurd, childish subtext of our conversation I felt sort of good being shmarmy. I thought of how it must feel for a snake to rub its belly against the ground just to loosen up its skin a tiny bit for the shedding that would come a few weeks later. This was part of some absurd life cycle of humanity, the thwarted love affair, the cynicism factory, the boring mindfuck.
bilbeaux
hbvkhbjubjbgug
Anonymous
No matter how much patience, thought, strategy, planning, and skill goes into the shot, it is impossible to make the mini golf hole with a windmill on it in one shot.
ThomasMagnumIV
As she looked out at the horizon she knew it was her last time. Nothing else mattered. She saw her entire life standing before here. Her life was the windmill, forever and always
Delaney Nicole
there was a windmill.
Anonymous
cold
done
oh any other words? or is this it. okay, okay. i looked em up:
A windmill is a machine which translates linear motion of wind to rotational motion by means of adjustable vanes called sails. The main use is for a grinding mill powered by the wind, reducing a solid or coarse substance into pulp or minute grains by crushing, grinding, or pressing.[1][2] Other uses of windmill are Wind energy conversion systems as windpumps (US term – called Drainage windmills in UK) and wind turbines.
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yagmur again
windmills are just spinny thing that give electricity. i think i should know more about them, but i promise to look them up as soon as i press submit. they’re just wooden and old or whit and new.
yagmur
I like windmills because they go in circles but they don’t make me dizzy.
Anonymous
saves the earth slowly by providing a source of natural energy, also amazingly beautiful piece of machinery
Anonymous
He listened for a few more moments, but no further information of import buzzed over the police scanner. Farr slid into his jacket, then paused, staring at the sleeping girl. The hands on his watch windmilled while he remained, his brain working away.
Betherann
Windmill is moulin in French. Yet when I think of windmill of think of the Netherlands. see tulips and in the fields, dominated by the windmill.
I hate you. I’ve always hated you. I just never understood how much until you smiled at me with those perfect eyes.
I don’t like to be alone. When I can’t breathe, I stare out of windows and scribble pictures that usually end up as exactly that. Scribbles. But not today. Today I smiled, because I saw you standing beneath the sunlight; your skin was bronze and your hair was a mess.
one day a windmill was turning round and round and round and the people who lived in the town were tripping balls and watched this awsomeness for hours.
there are windmills in bloomsburg now which i didn’t realize before until my sister mentioned them. I dont know how i didn’t see them before, but I think they are fairly new. I remember seeing windmills driving across kansas several years ago, along with the oil wells. there is a restaurant called the windmill down the street from me.
love
the word gois only half there so it is not the word go it is simply a figment of my imagination… lol i am a dork i love stuff like that and it is cool to know our brains are trained to see that stuff and not realize it.
windmill?
i asked my partner to build a windmill with me.
we did. it’s my favorite build yet. he did most of it, but i loved that it was something we worked on together. we work well together. i think that means more than saying sweet nothings.
I had this windmill once. It was small and made out of paper. I was a child. I would bring it outside with me, everywhere. Even when it was raining. The rain would ruin the pretty pictures that were painted on it.
windmills powering energy, rich hampton residents dont want them, they say their ugly, who cares about gobal warming this metal stick is obstucting my veiw of the rising sea levels. i didnt wee one mindwill in amsterdanm
wind
The windmill creaked. She stepped inside the darkened hole that posed as a door and called up to the machinery: “Hello?” What would have made the monkey dash in here?
windmill windmill for the land, la la la la la la la, which is a song by the Gorillaz. hahahahaha, i don’t know what to write. love is a many splendored thing. love is a battlefield.
windmills aren’t something I really think about a lot. For me, I guess, I would have to think about the windmills that bring energy into the state I live in. I think that windmills should provide the entire world with energy that way, when the sun blows up, we won’t be shit outta luck.
Mawaru, mawaru, Moulin Rouge. The windmill spins round and round and round and round, just like the sound of her voice runs round and round and round and round in my head.
allowing wind blow through me all energy to be produce from my actions. to set a current and evaporate the the wet dense cold water.
In spain there were a lot of beautiful windmills. They were up on a hill and they were like nothing i have seen before. They were white with wooden wheels. IN east hampton there is a windmill across from the mill house in, it is old and wooden and it is not running like the ones in spain are. Windmills are gorgeous and should always be there.
I remember reading about Don Quixote going after windmills. On the one hand, very noble. On the other, he was always scorned for it. But at least he had something to stand for. He cared.
it spins in the wind
what a beautiful thing
it helps energize the world
and causes the air to spin
— will they ever win?
my skool just did the play oklahoma and they had a windmill in the set. it was pretty kool until it almost fell…the fence underneath it kept falling too it was funny when the actress screamed then fainted…lol that wasnt nice
this is stupid.
windmilling arms of margaret in the kitchen of matt and trips new house. she knocked her hand into the top of their stove while convincing us that she ‘wasn’t that drunk’ and ‘didn’t want to be THAT drunk girl’
Windmills symbolize a lot of things. They are always pumping water on farms in movies, they stand for green energy, and take up a lot of room in the sky. The way they turn, always turning makes them seem powerful.
one day, i want to make a wind farm that operates quite differently from those you might have seen lining the european countryside. rather than using wind to generate electricity, my windmills will have electricity-consuming motors that drive the blades and generate wind. we grow wind at my wind farm. it’s better here.
Tilting at. Don Quixote. Heroic in my adolescence, more addled seeming today. That imperious drive forward, once so exhilarating now mostly exhausting.
wind autumn death life spring water waterfall watermill electricity
Don Quixote looked at the foe before him, multi-armed and rotational. He spurred his steadfast steed in the side, and was off to do battle. I fast forwarded to get to “The Impossible Dream”, because really, that’s why I was watching.
I watched him aghast as he held tight to the blade of the windmill. He kicked his legs like it would help him be free without harm, but up up up up he climbed, attached through arms like chains on the whitewashed blade.
If only, I cried, I had let him borrow my bike.
fuck windmills. they are the biggest wastes of fucking shit we as the dutch have ever spawned. Eventually they lead to windpower mills in the future, but until then, fuck em. fuck em and fuck em they are actually giants.
“You make my life like a windmill,” she told me.
“You mean a roller coaster?” I asked?
“Fuck you”
“I wouldn’t want to ride either one,” I sighed. She was surly when corrected.
“You make my life into a wrecked windmill, a pile of useless wood”. She let out a shrill howl of anguish and slammed her small fist down on the table. I caught a look of pain in her face as it made contact.
“Hey let’s just forget about this conversation… We’re getting older just sitting here and it’s beautiful outside”
She had adjusted the scarf around her neck with a few seconds of obsessive compulsive care that sucked all the whimsy out of the air around us and gave way to irksome pragmatic thoughts.
“I have to get going,” she mentioned deliberately, attempting casualness. I wondered what was the most kind way to handle the situation. I seemed to have egged her on, ruffled her feathers, you know, pissed her off.
“Hey have some fun today, ok?” I smiled softly and hoped that my sincerity got past the subtle clench of anger in my jaw.
“Nice to see you,” she lied. The scarf looked uncomfortably itchy and too warm for the sunny fall afternoon.
I winked and turned away. A wink was sort of creepy, but after the absurd, childish subtext of our conversation I felt sort of good being shmarmy. I thought of how it must feel for a snake to rub its belly against the ground just to loosen up its skin a tiny bit for the shedding that would come a few weeks later. This was part of some absurd life cycle of humanity, the thwarted love affair, the cynicism factory, the boring mindfuck.
hbvkhbjubjbgug
No matter how much patience, thought, strategy, planning, and skill goes into the shot, it is impossible to make the mini golf hole with a windmill on it in one shot.
As she looked out at the horizon she knew it was her last time. Nothing else mattered. She saw her entire life standing before here. Her life was the windmill, forever and always
there was a windmill.
cold
oh any other words? or is this it. okay, okay. i looked em up:
A windmill is a machine which translates linear motion of wind to rotational motion by means of adjustable vanes called sails. The main use is for a grinding mill powered by the wind, reducing a solid or coarse substance into pulp or minute grains by crushing, grinding, or pressing.[1][2] Other uses of windmill are Wind energy conversion systems as windpumps (US term – called Drainage windmills in UK) and wind turbines.
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windmills are just spinny thing that give electricity. i think i should know more about them, but i promise to look them up as soon as i press submit. they’re just wooden and old or whit and new.
I like windmills because they go in circles but they don’t make me dizzy.
saves the earth slowly by providing a source of natural energy, also amazingly beautiful piece of machinery
He listened for a few more moments, but no further information of import buzzed over the police scanner. Farr slid into his jacket, then paused, staring at the sleeping girl. The hands on his watch windmilled while he remained, his brain working away.
Windmill is moulin in French. Yet when I think of windmill of think of the Netherlands. see tulips and in the fields, dominated by the windmill.