I’ve spent a lot of time in my life wondering. I wonder what it would be like if i had stayed with my one true love– or fist love. Or what it would be like to not have weight problems and just throw on a pair of shorts and go. NOt having to worry about hwo I look.
I wonder what it would be like to be the owman I want to be, wished I could be, instgead of who I am. What’s stopping me from making that ove?
I wondered what you thought of me when you first saw me. I wondered what you liked most. I wondered if we could ever be…just you and me. To this day I still wonder.
I wondered lonely as a cloud, or something similar. I guess that would be a lonely existence, but free as well I suppose. Wandered is of course close to wondered, both are the best things to do with some free time.
did i the other day when i saw a penguing waling down the other side of the road. I had no idea who’s it was or why it was in the city. But it looked like it was going to the theatre.
Wondered. I wondered what walked through the woods. Why 60 seconds? why did Mr.Gray get so mad? Why am I writing and complying? I don’t know. i think wondering means asking questions. Probably why I’m asking so many questions as opposed to making statements or observations. Almost done! Ahh! I love stumble.
I wondered where I was going because wondering is so much fun. I would rather wonder about something than know about it because that is the mystery in life and is what makes it so much more exciting. I wondered if anybody ever wondered as much as I did. I wonder if wondering is such a hobby for others.
She wondered what he was thinking as he sat drinking his coffee. He was new to the area, that, she had noticed. She also noticed he always seemed to be alone. She wondered what he would be like to talk to.
One day I walked into a wooded forest, it was beautifull and i ewanted to contunue into the depths and wonder it holds. as i walked through i found many creatures of strange yet odly familier type as if i had once seen this place before.
I have always wondered about why it is that I am me. Why am I not someone else? I could have been a billion other people, but I am not – I am me. What would it feel like to be somebody else? Would I feel feeling differently? Would I feel my body differently?
I sat there and wondered about my dream.
I couldn’t even think, or so it seemed.
It was so jumbled, and confusing,
This dream, was so darn bemusing!
Maybe I should have dreamt of love,
All white and innocent and surrounded by doves.
I wondered what you would say if I told you whats all going through my head, I wondered what it would be like to spend my whole life with you. I wondered what it would be like if you ever completely broke my heart. I wondered what would happen if the world ended/
i wondered about the stature of starlight
and wished through everything
until i reached the end of the string
i had been tugging at
the kite tail I’ve been hanging on to
until i could find the right place to plop
I’ve always wondered about the nature of hell. You get there because you’ve sinned, right? But can someone be sent there unjustly? And if that’s the case, can justice ever really exist?
fantasy, reality, tomorrow never promised… did that really happen? why is this so difficult at times…
boy or girl… twins… lost…. never grow up… never amount to anything… head up high… love or not… like or lust…. fall in love or fall in lust… is this the right move… is it a mistake …
i wondered many times before, to wonder is to think and to think is to be. Without wondering we would be nothing, it is our nature to wonder. thhe greatest thing anyone could ever do is to have wondered. Wondered what, wondered why, wondered how. we do it all the time. have you never wondered?
Wow, what an infinite possibility with this assignment. I’ve always wondered what a person would be like if they didn’t wonder.
To wonder “what if” is an impulse in everyone’s head. In the back of your mind, you always try to calculate how this could be instead of how things are at this second.
When you are with a significant other, you wonder what it would be like with someone else you know or just met.
When you’re on the job, you wonder what it’s like to have another job or be higher up in the job you have now.
When you end a conversation on a bad note, you wonder what would happen if you just said something else.
You wonder what others are doing
Wonder what you could be doing now
You wonder what others think about you
So on and so forth.
I try not to use the assigned word a billion times in what I write, so I must end this before I do it to much.
I wonder how many times I used the word…..damn.
hop, freedom the idea the all ideas are possible – a child like wonder, an informed ponderous wonder. A reflective emotion as one partakes in an exploration of the personal past the opportunities and the failures – the “what ifs” that make us who we are.
I wonder about my death a lot. I wonder if I will be remembered or simply gone. Like a puff of smoke. I hope I’ll leave some sort of a print on people. I hope i’ll matter. I also wonder where I will go after my death. Heaven, hell, or just gone.
to wonder is to ponder, I wonder whether wondering about wondering is some sort of window of wondering, where one wonders about wondering infinitely. I wonder about how I wonder about wondering about wondering is frying my brain.
i’ve always wondered… what would have happened? what if i had let you in? what would have happened if you didn’t go away? what would have happened if i said hi to you again? just constantly wondering, pondering what we could have been. and now, it’s too late. i’m sorry. so, so sorry.
i wondered abvout my life as i pondered down a path of drunken hobos with a bunch of gorrilas dancing with lightbnulbs. I wondered if my ache was gone yet , but i couldent recive a signal from top base. bye thank you lord admiral sir Goodman
sometimes i sit in class and wonder. i wonder if other people are wondering the same thing as me, and whether they wonder if other people wonder about the same thing they’re wondering about and so on. how many people can wonder about one thing?
When i wonder i wonder about many a thing and sometimes i want to stop wondering becase i know that i think way too much and look way too in depth about mostthings, essientally wondering is thinking something digressing from the original subject you were wondering about, thus creating a hrought train but wondering is essiential to the human mind becasue if it werent for wondering there wouldnt bef imagination.
books and music and how to learn about strange books that i can believe i’ll be the only one reading on a park. The same goes to comic books, and music. In other words, how to be cult withou being indie and obvious.
have you ever wondered about all the things you see around you?
the magnificent creations we can’t help but wonder if there was a Creator
stop and smell the roses and quite wondering because there is a Creator, Jehovah God
i’ve always wondered about things and wondered why i wonder about them. i feel like ben would like to write about wondering because his thoughts are always wandering about science and religion and free will and life in general and i’m always confused because i never really know how to contribute to the conversation but i listen and i listen well because maybe someday my thoughts will be able to be formed and i’ll actually contribute in some way to society with my thoughts. have you ever wondered how the human body works? have you ever wondered how incredible it is that we’re such small things on earth yet we create absolutely everything around us?
I once wondered whether a wengert whiled away hours. Why do whales whinge and when do they wistfully disappear? Wondering waterlogged wenches wish for winsome wranglers.
Mired in the middle of deep thought, I nearly missed the wonderous beauty walking by. In fact, I did-by miracle of fate I stood in her intended path and like me, she was paying less than stellar attention. As we collided and I looked for the first time on her angelic face, I wondered how everything would be different if I’d stood just a few feet to the left.
alice traveled a long distance for herself and for others. Everyone cared exactly what she thought and the woderful friends she had expected her to believe everything they said. nobody really new the meaing of her excistence but it was discovered that she began life at the age of just 16.exactly this is true.
i wondered if i was ever going to make it to the other side, i didn’t know how long it would take but i couldn’t bare it any longer. I wondered if i would have a better understanding. I wondered the natural beauty that would be among me.
I wonder all the time; its one of my talents, as a matter of fact. Right now, I’m wondering if i can finish typing this entry with the popsicle in my mouth, because its freezing my teeth off. I wonder about everything, but mostly philosophical things that get my mind gears cranking. It might sound lame, like WHY ARE HUMANS HERE or HOW WAS THE UNIVERSE CREATED, but the extent of these questions can help us get to know our true selves more. I wonder if you’ll start thinking- really thinking- after you’ve read this.
Wondered about wonder woman back in the day-She was my first crush-Glossy lips and raven hair and a lasso that made you tell the truth. Not a bad first archetype.
I could have turned back, I could have seen him walking to the door, take out his key and go inside. The street has over a hundred front doors. Every night I have strolled up and down, pretending to be going somewhere else. I have glanced into windows. Seen dogs. Children jumping on cushions. A woman hanging a picture. Would he have a blue door? Green? Tonight I see him. He smiles. Says hello. Moves away. I walk quicker. It could be 22. It could be 102. Does it matter? Does it really matter anymore?
Ever wondered what makes the world go around, when I say around I don’t mean that makes it A ROUND, I mean we all know the world’s a sphere, right? And by right I don’t mean right-wing, even if it is dominated by global capitalistic system of satanic murderous warmongering banker wankers. Heh, I hit back and get another 60 seconds… wonder how that works? I do also wonder who thought of this little game. I just StumbledUpon it, and it’s a good writer’s block shatterage. I’m writing cock and am quite tired but I cannot stop myself. That deadline works! tick tick tick
Have you ever wondered what life is like dead? I tend to wonder about it a lot like bread…wonder why?
Thousand wonders
I just wondered
about wondering
that a word wonder
full of wondering
wondered…
I’ve spent a lot of time in my life wondering. I wonder what it would be like if i had stayed with my one true love– or fist love. Or what it would be like to not have weight problems and just throw on a pair of shorts and go. NOt having to worry about hwo I look.
I wonder what it would be like to be the owman I want to be, wished I could be, instgead of who I am. What’s stopping me from making that ove?
I wondered what you thought of me when you first saw me. I wondered what you liked most. I wondered if we could ever be…just you and me. To this day I still wonder.
I wondered lonely as a cloud, or something similar. I guess that would be a lonely existence, but free as well I suppose. Wandered is of course close to wondered, both are the best things to do with some free time.
did i the other day when i saw a penguing waling down the other side of the road. I had no idea who’s it was or why it was in the city. But it looked like it was going to the theatre.
Wondered. I wondered what walked through the woods. Why 60 seconds? why did Mr.Gray get so mad? Why am I writing and complying? I don’t know. i think wondering means asking questions. Probably why I’m asking so many questions as opposed to making statements or observations. Almost done! Ahh! I love stumble.
I wondered where I was going because wondering is so much fun. I would rather wonder about something than know about it because that is the mystery in life and is what makes it so much more exciting. I wondered if anybody ever wondered as much as I did. I wonder if wondering is such a hobby for others.
She wondered what he was thinking as he sat drinking his coffee. He was new to the area, that, she had noticed. She also noticed he always seemed to be alone. She wondered what he would be like to talk to.
One day I walked into a wooded forest, it was beautifull and i ewanted to contunue into the depths and wonder it holds. as i walked through i found many creatures of strange yet odly familier type as if i had once seen this place before.
I have always wondered about why it is that I am me. Why am I not someone else? I could have been a billion other people, but I am not – I am me. What would it feel like to be somebody else? Would I feel feeling differently? Would I feel my body differently?
I sat there and wondered about my dream.
I couldn’t even think, or so it seemed.
It was so jumbled, and confusing,
This dream, was so darn bemusing!
Maybe I should have dreamt of love,
All white and innocent and surrounded by doves.
I wondered what you would say if I told you whats all going through my head, I wondered what it would be like to spend my whole life with you. I wondered what it would be like if you ever completely broke my heart. I wondered what would happen if the world ended/
I wondered as I wandered… looking up into the wondrous sky, at stars too numerous to count.
i wondered about the stature of starlight
and wished through everything
until i reached the end of the string
i had been tugging at
the kite tail I’ve been hanging on to
until i could find the right place to plop
I’ve always wondered about the nature of hell. You get there because you’ve sinned, right? But can someone be sent there unjustly? And if that’s the case, can justice ever really exist?
fantasy, reality, tomorrow never promised… did that really happen? why is this so difficult at times…
boy or girl… twins… lost…. never grow up… never amount to anything… head up high… love or not… like or lust…. fall in love or fall in lust… is this the right move… is it a mistake …
i wondered many times before, to wonder is to think and to think is to be. Without wondering we would be nothing, it is our nature to wonder. thhe greatest thing anyone could ever do is to have wondered. Wondered what, wondered why, wondered how. we do it all the time. have you never wondered?
Wow, what an infinite possibility with this assignment. I’ve always wondered what a person would be like if they didn’t wonder.
To wonder “what if” is an impulse in everyone’s head. In the back of your mind, you always try to calculate how this could be instead of how things are at this second.
When you are with a significant other, you wonder what it would be like with someone else you know or just met.
When you’re on the job, you wonder what it’s like to have another job or be higher up in the job you have now.
When you end a conversation on a bad note, you wonder what would happen if you just said something else.
You wonder what others are doing
Wonder what you could be doing now
You wonder what others think about you
So on and so forth.
I try not to use the assigned word a billion times in what I write, so I must end this before I do it to much.
I wonder how many times I used the word…..damn.
i wonder what would happen
if i could take back everything i said
and go back to our yesterday.
I’ve got nothing : /
hop, freedom the idea the all ideas are possible – a child like wonder, an informed ponderous wonder. A reflective emotion as one partakes in an exploration of the personal past the opportunities and the failures – the “what ifs” that make us who we are.
I wonder about my death a lot. I wonder if I will be remembered or simply gone. Like a puff of smoke. I hope I’ll leave some sort of a print on people. I hope i’ll matter. I also wonder where I will go after my death. Heaven, hell, or just gone.
I wondered to the wrong computer and typed this one word or does this mean I wondered something?
to wonder is to ponder, I wonder whether wondering about wondering is some sort of window of wondering, where one wonders about wondering infinitely. I wonder about how I wonder about wondering about wondering is frying my brain.
i’ve always wondered… what would have happened? what if i had let you in? what would have happened if you didn’t go away? what would have happened if i said hi to you again? just constantly wondering, pondering what we could have been. and now, it’s too late. i’m sorry. so, so sorry.
i wondered abvout my life as i pondered down a path of drunken hobos with a bunch of gorrilas dancing with lightbnulbs. I wondered if my ache was gone yet , but i couldent recive a signal from top base. bye thank you lord admiral sir Goodman
sometimes i sit in class and wonder. i wonder if other people are wondering the same thing as me, and whether they wonder if other people wonder about the same thing they’re wondering about and so on. how many people can wonder about one thing?
When i wonder i wonder about many a thing and sometimes i want to stop wondering becase i know that i think way too much and look way too in depth about mostthings, essientally wondering is thinking something digressing from the original subject you were wondering about, thus creating a hrought train but wondering is essiential to the human mind becasue if it werent for wondering there wouldnt bef imagination.
books and music and how to learn about strange books that i can believe i’ll be the only one reading on a park. The same goes to comic books, and music. In other words, how to be cult withou being indie and obvious.
have you ever wondered about all the things you see around you?
the magnificent creations we can’t help but wonder if there was a Creator
stop and smell the roses and quite wondering because there is a Creator, Jehovah God
i’ve always wondered about things and wondered why i wonder about them. i feel like ben would like to write about wondering because his thoughts are always wandering about science and religion and free will and life in general and i’m always confused because i never really know how to contribute to the conversation but i listen and i listen well because maybe someday my thoughts will be able to be formed and i’ll actually contribute in some way to society with my thoughts. have you ever wondered how the human body works? have you ever wondered how incredible it is that we’re such small things on earth yet we create absolutely everything around us?
I once wondered whether a wengert whiled away hours. Why do whales whinge and when do they wistfully disappear? Wondering waterlogged wenches wish for winsome wranglers.
Mired in the middle of deep thought, I nearly missed the wonderous beauty walking by. In fact, I did-by miracle of fate I stood in her intended path and like me, she was paying less than stellar attention. As we collided and I looked for the first time on her angelic face, I wondered how everything would be different if I’d stood just a few feet to the left.
alice traveled a long distance for herself and for others. Everyone cared exactly what she thought and the woderful friends she had expected her to believe everything they said. nobody really new the meaing of her excistence but it was discovered that she began life at the age of just 16.exactly this is true.
i wondered if i was ever going to make it to the other side, i didn’t know how long it would take but i couldn’t bare it any longer. I wondered if i would have a better understanding. I wondered the natural beauty that would be among me.
I wonder all the time; its one of my talents, as a matter of fact. Right now, I’m wondering if i can finish typing this entry with the popsicle in my mouth, because its freezing my teeth off. I wonder about everything, but mostly philosophical things that get my mind gears cranking. It might sound lame, like WHY ARE HUMANS HERE or HOW WAS THE UNIVERSE CREATED, but the extent of these questions can help us get to know our true selves more. I wonder if you’ll start thinking- really thinking- after you’ve read this.
Wondered about wonder woman back in the day-She was my first crush-Glossy lips and raven hair and a lasso that made you tell the truth. Not a bad first archetype.
I could have turned back, I could have seen him walking to the door, take out his key and go inside. The street has over a hundred front doors. Every night I have strolled up and down, pretending to be going somewhere else. I have glanced into windows. Seen dogs. Children jumping on cushions. A woman hanging a picture. Would he have a blue door? Green? Tonight I see him. He smiles. Says hello. Moves away. I walk quicker. It could be 22. It could be 102. Does it matter? Does it really matter anymore?
Ever wondered what makes the world go around, when I say around I don’t mean that makes it A ROUND, I mean we all know the world’s a sphere, right? And by right I don’t mean right-wing, even if it is dominated by global capitalistic system of satanic murderous warmongering banker wankers. Heh, I hit back and get another 60 seconds… wonder how that works? I do also wonder who thought of this little game. I just StumbledUpon it, and it’s a good writer’s block shatterage. I’m writing cock and am quite tired but I cannot stop myself. That deadline works! tick tick tick