It shouldn’t have ended this way but it did. all over a stupid argument that we had. His voice stil in my head like it wasn’t 3 months ago. Did it really have to end this way? Why? Why us? Why me? Everything we’ve been through ruined by some thoughtless words.
He’s into all that science fiction stuff, where someone could alter and augment reality beyond logic and physics. Most people would look at it as a childish endeavor but judging from the opinions of his critics and peers, he’s deemed one of the greatest on this genre of filmmaking.
Ziva relaxes a little bit as she sees the word, staring at it for a few seconds before she actually raises one eyebrow and looks quite strange at it. Augment? What did that word mean? It said nothing to her, had no meaning to her whatsoever. No one ever had said the word, it never occured to her that it even existed.
She had augmented time so that it stopped every now and then. At these times, she would sit down and read 3 chapters of her latest book, bake a pie, catch up on her netflix binges, and sleep. She found this to be the only way to get everything done in a day – by pausing time, by pausing the universal cycle.
What is this word?
I could Google it
But that would defeat the whole purpose of this.
I think
The world would be better
If we’d stuck to the simpler words
Oh well
Fear made it worse. It traversed twice as fast as it would’ve done, had fear not been a part of the problem. But it always is. It finds a way to cloud sound reasoning and diminish belief. It happened with him too. Just when he thought the misery had ended, fresh worries greeted from the threshold.
I augmented this piece of cloth to be a fresh increment of my longing. I don’t make much sense, but I need to stop let go my brain is insane fragments flesh holding augmented reality ding ding ding ding we have a winner okay stop now go, it’s what I meant all along. Hold up. Augment my reality.
We augment our societal worth by adding initials after our names, fancy titles, awards, more zeros after the dollar sign, but we have only added temporarily, for we cannot augment time with any extra that will make it grow, make it expand, make it more than what we are already given, unless we add to the worth of those that will be here after us. Love augments life.
Words like this don’t belong in the world. What does it mean? You hear words like this in business meetings, spewed by Steve Jobs lovers who think that some day, they’ll be him. Okay. Here’s how I’ll augment this paragraph: fuck this word. It’s stupid.
“Augment?! Augment?! That’s just a fancy way of saying you want bigger boobs!!” That was my sister’s way of being subtle. “Now that you’ve gone and married Greg, you’re too fancy for your own good, trying to keep up with all of them” I could almost taste the bitterness in her tone as if it were being spat at me.
I let her enter my mind, stuck in it like an image that lingers in yours eyes after a flash of light in pitch black darkness. What she would augment has changed me greatly in the last week. Feigning her and pining for her interest.
Fix it. Fix it. Fix it. Fix it!
“Come on down to Auggie’s Augment Emporium! We’ve got everything that you could possibly need from noses to boobs, butts, lips and eyes oh my! Got crow’s feet? There’s an app for that at Auggie’s!”
Charlotte tried to augment the color of her painting by applying more oil, but the canvas only became messier, and she threw her brush at the neon mess in a mix of frustration and despair. Then she headed to the kitchen. The cabinet was glowing with the bronze and orange sheens of the liquor bottles, holding citrus and hazelnut secrets within their glassy throats and stomachs. Charlotte pulled off one of the stoppers and drank deeply, quietly debating whether or not she desired to create an entire art presentation out of brandy and triple sec.
The bright night light augments the brightness of the room along with the light coming from my computer screen. Instead of laying my head on the comfortable pillow and letting myself wander around in the dream world, I am stuck with procrastination and sleepiness, feeling hazy and hot in the middle of fall and beginning of winter. I can feel my eyelids closing slowly, as if they’re too big for my eyes to carry, and I can feel my hands slowing down at typing as if they were falling asleep like the rest of my body too. The ideas that were supposed to come at one in the morning when I stay up late didn’t come today, and now I am stuck with writing something that I do not feel passion for.
Augment
Different
Change
Well that is at least what I think augment means, I really am not sure what it means. So bye!
It said augment not argument!
I don’t know what augment means! So HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HELP please!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I really don’t know! HELP!!!!!!!! Thanks!!!!!!! BYE BYE BYE BYE BYE BYE BYE BYE BYE BYE BYE BYE BYE BYE BYE BYE!!
I son’t know what augment means! So HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HELP please!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I really don’t know! HELP!!!!!!!! Thanks!!!!!!!
argument
today
tomorrow
help
doubt
mind
bad
good
maybe
right
never
see
look
thank
will
worst
believe
yourself
proof
check
later
more and more.
forward in reality
going into the deep
up and out
most and most
we – move
we grow
It shouldn’t have ended this way but it did. all over a stupid argument that we had. His voice stil in my head like it wasn’t 3 months ago. Did it really have to end this way? Why? Why us? Why me? Everything we’ve been through ruined by some thoughtless words.
He’s into all that science fiction stuff, where someone could alter and augment reality beyond logic and physics. Most people would look at it as a childish endeavor but judging from the opinions of his critics and peers, he’s deemed one of the greatest on this genre of filmmaking.
Ziva relaxes a little bit as she sees the word, staring at it for a few seconds before she actually raises one eyebrow and looks quite strange at it. Augment? What did that word mean? It said nothing to her, had no meaning to her whatsoever. No one ever had said the word, it never occured to her that it even existed.
She had augmented time so that it stopped every now and then. At these times, she would sit down and read 3 chapters of her latest book, bake a pie, catch up on her netflix binges, and sleep. She found this to be the only way to get everything done in a day – by pausing time, by pausing the universal cycle.
What is this word?
I could Google it
But that would defeat the whole purpose of this.
I think
The world would be better
If we’d stuck to the simpler words
Oh well
Fear made it worse. It traversed twice as fast as it would’ve done, had fear not been a part of the problem. But it always is. It finds a way to cloud sound reasoning and diminish belief. It happened with him too. Just when he thought the misery had ended, fresh worries greeted from the threshold.
Some things make you stronger, some don’t. But you never stay the same, you always change. You always get stronger in some way. That’s the secret.
i love lamp
I augmented this piece of cloth to be a fresh increment of my longing. I don’t make much sense, but I need to stop let go my brain is insane fragments flesh holding augmented reality ding ding ding ding we have a winner okay stop now go, it’s what I meant all along. Hold up. Augment my reality.
I am starting on learning english and thinking of different ways of augmenting it. One better way , I thought is
We augment our societal worth by adding initials after our names, fancy titles, awards, more zeros after the dollar sign, but we have only added temporarily, for we cannot augment time with any extra that will make it grow, make it expand, make it more than what we are already given, unless we add to the worth of those that will be here after us. Love augments life.
Words like this don’t belong in the world. What does it mean? You hear words like this in business meetings, spewed by Steve Jobs lovers who think that some day, they’ll be him. Okay. Here’s how I’ll augment this paragraph: fuck this word. It’s stupid.
I can’t remember what augment means, but want to see others’ responses to this free writing exercise.
“Augment?! Augment?! That’s just a fancy way of saying you want bigger boobs!!” That was my sister’s way of being subtle. “Now that you’ve gone and married Greg, you’re too fancy for your own good, trying to keep up with all of them” I could almost taste the bitterness in her tone as if it were being spat at me.
I let her enter my mind, stuck in it like an image that lingers in yours eyes after a flash of light in pitch black darkness. What she would augment has changed me greatly in the last week. Feigning her and pining for her interest.
Yesterday, being of sound mind and also naked, I made passionate love to my mistress. She asked me what augment meant, I answered with I don’t know
Fix it. Fix it. Fix it. Fix it!
“Come on down to Auggie’s Augment Emporium! We’ve got everything that you could possibly need from noses to boobs, butts, lips and eyes oh my! Got crow’s feet? There’s an app for that at Auggie’s!”
always filling in – giving, giving, giving – never whole alone
give to me? can’t handle it, makes me nuts
sometimes
Charlotte tried to augment the color of her painting by applying more oil, but the canvas only became messier, and she threw her brush at the neon mess in a mix of frustration and despair. Then she headed to the kitchen. The cabinet was glowing with the bronze and orange sheens of the liquor bottles, holding citrus and hazelnut secrets within their glassy throats and stomachs. Charlotte pulled off one of the stoppers and drank deeply, quietly debating whether or not she desired to create an entire art presentation out of brandy and triple sec.
The bright night light augments the brightness of the room along with the light coming from my computer screen. Instead of laying my head on the comfortable pillow and letting myself wander around in the dream world, I am stuck with procrastination and sleepiness, feeling hazy and hot in the middle of fall and beginning of winter. I can feel my eyelids closing slowly, as if they’re too big for my eyes to carry, and I can feel my hands slowing down at typing as if they were falling asleep like the rest of my body too. The ideas that were supposed to come at one in the morning when I stay up late didn’t come today, and now I am stuck with writing something that I do not feel passion for.