“Esme, This is not acceptable behaviour.” muttered Mel. his head quivering almost imperceptibly as it did whenever he was making a statement the ending of which he had no foreknowledge of. “Absolutely not!” shrilled Audrey. “Absolutely not” Mel turned his head towards Audrey. “Do you mind. This is mine.” “Hmph, fine” came the curt response. Mel turned back to Esme, who was leaning on the side of her car, arms folded. head cocked. a whole body daring him to continue. He stared at his daughter, whom he had now indicated he would consider a punishment for. Searching for the his words he suddenly became hyper aware of the dual racing lanes of thought and speech that buzzed in his head “Now Esme . . .” what is the punishment, What can I ask of her? “You really shouldn’t have done this…”Can I ask her to make an apology? Yes ” So I think you should apologize to Petra and Andy and . . .”, maybe she should pay for the cake? “and offer to pay for the cake. . .” But she’s not worked for a while. “Somehow . . .” She is living at home. “Perhaps you could work out a payment plan with your sister. . . ” If she will talk to you. ” Perhaps we can all sit down . . .” Petra really looks pissed. ” And I will help mediate . . .” How can I make this better? “In order to find a way to put things right” I hate doling out consequences. ” And if you need a little help, I will help.” Suddenly wheels squealed across the dual carriageway and cut him off. “What kind of punishment is that!” He slowly resumed the drive, avoiding the asshole that cut him off. Why is Audrey such a bitch? “Just a second . . . So . . .” Uh frack. How am I going to get out of this?
somewhere between watching him peel off the dirty bandaid and picking strands of dust out of the half-dried blistering wound underneath, he feels sick, gut and throat. the travesty of all their dreams is here.
I don’t know what I’m feeling right now. I’ve never felt like this before. Its like one part of my mind is leading me one way and the other part is leading me another. Its like I have dual personalities and I don’t know what to make of it.
“Okay. Today is a dual class.” the teacher spoke firmly. It was not everyday that the two different classrooms would be put together to learn one amazing thing. But that is actually what was going on. They seemed unsure of how to even do this, but with the teacher’s help, everyone did a good job and had fun.
The one of me that gets that exciting Anthing’s-possible feeling and sits down to write has been at war for years with the one of me that gets that But-first-start-a-load-of-laundry sort of feeling and goes off to do that and looks out the window and sees the car and goes to crack the windows so it won’t be roasting inside later and then sees the plants need watering and then sits down to write and remembers the laundry never got started and goes off to do that and…
There is always a dual part of our personality that struggles with the other side. We have a good and a bad side. Or just two opposing sides that see things differently. Each with their own unique perspective. Like two wolves…reminds me of the native American parable. Which perspective will you choose to feed? The one that is positive? Or the negative one?
Dual packed battery was deeply nestled into my Christmas stocking. On the very bottom still it was the first mystery item that I grabbed out. I knew what the others were when I touched them. The carmex, the axe body soap, the Christmas pack of life savers.
I am doing research with correlates with the word dual a lot. In this research, people are dually impacted by both a natural disaster and by internal disaster in their homes. Dealing with both issues at once makes things very complicated for these individuals. It is so fascinating how people are so mulit faceted and how things come in twos.
It was a dual to the finish, she was bound and determined to see this through for she knew what she wanted, and she wanted him with all her heart and soul. But would he want her? That was the question.
dual it is to slip one self to two things
to be humble but does not let go of bride.
it brings so much pain on me
prolonging acceptance of what is real
this is my way humility
why am i still wallowing in this forked road
i should be moving on
accept that you are nothing
but strive to be something
the sun will still rise
let that ego sleep
and let it slumber forever
In our lives we have duality. The brain and the sub brain. The sub brain is not a loving brain although it thinks it is. Just accept and watch…because you are not your thoughts.
Two motorcycles turned onto the street and sped past the park, the dual engines producing enough noise to make me queasy, make my baby niece cry, and cause the dog to jump up, snarling at the threat she thought the noise posed to her people.
it’s a broken kind of thought pattern
repeating yourself over and over again
the same mistakes made making afraid
dual duality
who am i if i don’t know who i am
who i am if you know me too well
i can see the circle breaking into different sides
i can see the light in your eyes
one path is truth
one path is past
There was a trial in which I was faced. A man standing before me. He handed me my sword and it began. I raised my right and and thrusted forwards. He yelled as he lunged forward, only to hit my shield. It was a close call. I almost breathed my last.
It’s hard to be a dual personality kind of person. It makes you full on contradictions, which makes people hate you more and more while they get to know you.
what is Dual? du al. Dumb Aluminium? Dangerous Under A Lamp? what is dual. english is my first language but i have never seen dual. how do u even pronounce it?
dual means two . you can use this word while purchasing something “make it dual”.some electronic devices like remote needs dual battery for long life run.
I hadn’t heard from Alexa in three years– I thought by now she was probably overdosed with drugs and dead– but here was a text, “dual”, and the only real meaning I could think it would have would be a misspelling of “do al”, which is one of the only things I could really think of Alexa actually texting me.
We were sitting together, eating sandwiches and sugar doodles by the steps of the student union. I think we were talking about something inconsequential: homework, chores, my lack of interest in anything romantic.
That last point I remember even now, because while you were of the opinion that I had the soul of a particularly lifelike robot, all I could see was the way the sunlight reflected off your bright red nails, as if fire was dancing on your skin.
Dual purpose garage liner. This thing will put a damper to your headaches and breath lif einto your ars exhaust. We know youi keep your car indoors by the way that you write your heads. Every sentence scream “Bentley, Beanz, Or Beamer”
Amy was a dual citizen – born in San Francisco, California to two Australian parents who happened to be walking across the Golden Gate Bridge when her mother’s water broke. She had spent her early years in Melbourne before her parents both unexpectedly died in a bus accident; after that, she was bound for the bay area again, this time living with her very wealthy aunt. Amy didn’t mind – she liked America, despite its flaws, and made herself at home.
“Esme, This is not acceptable behaviour.” muttered Mel. his head quivering almost imperceptibly as it did whenever he was making a statement the ending of which he had no foreknowledge of. “Absolutely not!” shrilled Audrey. “Absolutely not” Mel turned his head towards Audrey. “Do you mind. This is mine.” “Hmph, fine” came the curt response. Mel turned back to Esme, who was leaning on the side of her car, arms folded. head cocked. a whole body daring him to continue. He stared at his daughter, whom he had now indicated he would consider a punishment for. Searching for the his words he suddenly became hyper aware of the dual racing lanes of thought and speech that buzzed in his head “Now Esme . . .” what is the punishment, What can I ask of her? “You really shouldn’t have done this…”Can I ask her to make an apology? Yes ” So I think you should apologize to Petra and Andy and . . .”, maybe she should pay for the cake? “and offer to pay for the cake. . .” But she’s not worked for a while. “Somehow . . .” She is living at home. “Perhaps you could work out a payment plan with your sister. . . ” If she will talk to you. ” Perhaps we can all sit down . . .” Petra really looks pissed. ” And I will help mediate . . .” How can I make this better? “In order to find a way to put things right” I hate doling out consequences. ” And if you need a little help, I will help.” Suddenly wheels squealed across the dual carriageway and cut him off. “What kind of punishment is that!” He slowly resumed the drive, avoiding the asshole that cut him off. Why is Audrey such a bitch? “Just a second . . . So . . .” Uh frack. How am I going to get out of this?
somewhere between watching him peel off the dirty bandaid and picking strands of dust out of the half-dried blistering wound underneath, he feels sick, gut and throat. the travesty of all their dreams is here.
I don’t know what I’m feeling right now. I’ve never felt like this before. Its like one part of my mind is leading me one way and the other part is leading me another. Its like I have dual personalities and I don’t know what to make of it.
The dual compartment of the car had a leather interior and was cherry red in color.
“Okay. Today is a dual class.” the teacher spoke firmly. It was not everyday that the two different classrooms would be put together to learn one amazing thing. But that is actually what was going on. They seemed unsure of how to even do this, but with the teacher’s help, everyone did a good job and had fun.
The one of me that gets that exciting Anthing’s-possible feeling and sits down to write has been at war for years with the one of me that gets that But-first-start-a-load-of-laundry sort of feeling and goes off to do that and looks out the window and sees the car and goes to crack the windows so it won’t be roasting inside later and then sees the plants need watering and then sits down to write and remembers the laundry never got started and goes off to do that and…
one word is DUAL word for what?
There is always a dual part of our personality that struggles with the other side. We have a good and a bad side. Or just two opposing sides that see things differently. Each with their own unique perspective. Like two wolves…reminds me of the native American parable. Which perspective will you choose to feed? The one that is positive? Or the negative one?
Dual packed battery was deeply nestled into my Christmas stocking. On the very bottom still it was the first mystery item that I grabbed out. I knew what the others were when I touched them. The carmex, the axe body soap, the Christmas pack of life savers.
I am doing research with correlates with the word dual a lot. In this research, people are dually impacted by both a natural disaster and by internal disaster in their homes. Dealing with both issues at once makes things very complicated for these individuals. It is so fascinating how people are so mulit faceted and how things come in twos.
1dual = devairpercle unified at level
It was a dual to the finish, she was bound and determined to see this through for she knew what she wanted, and she wanted him with all her heart and soul. But would he want her? That was the question.
Many peoples have dual personality.
i cannot help but notice my hesitation on my path of humility. giving all that i have just to see the reality.
dual it is to slip one self to two things
to be humble but does not let go of bride.
it brings so much pain on me
prolonging acceptance of what is real
this is my way humility
why am i still wallowing in this forked road
i should be moving on
accept that you are nothing
but strive to be something
the sun will still rise
let that ego sleep
and let it slumber forever
In our lives we have duality. The brain and the sub brain. The sub brain is not a loving brain although it thinks it is. Just accept and watch…because you are not your thoughts.
I read this book once on the evilness of evil. “I Wear the Black Hat,” it’s was an interesting…it ended on a twistedly optimistic note.
Two motorcycles turned onto the street and sped past the park, the dual engines producing enough noise to make me queasy, make my baby niece cry, and cause the dog to jump up, snarling at the threat she thought the noise posed to her people.
I have dual thoughts to write but can’t decide what to bite.Dual weather dual moods. :)
dual means two. dual sims
it’s a broken kind of thought pattern
repeating yourself over and over again
the same mistakes made making afraid
dual duality
who am i if i don’t know who i am
who i am if you know me too well
i can see the circle breaking into different sides
i can see the light in your eyes
one path is truth
one path is past
There was a trial in which I was faced. A man standing before me. He handed me my sword and it began. I raised my right and and thrusted forwards. He yelled as he lunged forward, only to hit my shield. It was a close call. I almost breathed my last.
I often feel my own thoughts conflicting with each other. It’s as if there’s a duel going on in my mind.
Dual dual dual dual dual dual….
nothing comes to mind to write about dual…
a new word would be better… nothing for dual, nothing at all.
It’s hard to be a dual personality kind of person. It makes you full on contradictions, which makes people hate you more and more while they get to know you.
what is Dual? du al. Dumb Aluminium? Dangerous Under A Lamp? what is dual. english is my first language but i have never seen dual. how do u even pronounce it?
dual means two . you can use this word while purchasing something “make it dual”.some electronic devices like remote needs dual battery for long life run.
I blinked after reading the texting message.
“dual”
Was it a typo?
I hadn’t heard from Alexa in three years– I thought by now she was probably overdosed with drugs and dead– but here was a text, “dual”, and the only real meaning I could think it would have would be a misspelling of “do al”, which is one of the only things I could really think of Alexa actually texting me.
We were sitting together, eating sandwiches and sugar doodles by the steps of the student union. I think we were talking about something inconsequential: homework, chores, my lack of interest in anything romantic.
That last point I remember even now, because while you were of the opinion that I had the soul of a particularly lifelike robot, all I could see was the way the sunlight reflected off your bright red nails, as if fire was dancing on your skin.
Dual purpose garage liner. This thing will put a damper to your headaches and breath lif einto your ars exhaust. We know youi keep your car indoors by the way that you write your heads. Every sentence scream “Bentley, Beanz, Or Beamer”
Amy was a dual citizen – born in San Francisco, California to two Australian parents who happened to be walking across the Golden Gate Bridge when her mother’s water broke. She had spent her early years in Melbourne before her parents both unexpectedly died in a bus accident; after that, she was bound for the bay area again, this time living with her very wealthy aunt. Amy didn’t mind – she liked America, despite its flaws, and made herself at home.