The gears in her mind worked like a clock, and they slowed as the blood drained from her wrists. “Finally,” she whispers, “Finally i am free.” and the gears came to a stop.
What do I even say about this? Gears on a car? I’m not so hot with those. I remember the time Tim made me learn to drive standard when we were driving home from Sk. I kept stalling the car in the middle of an intersection. Grinding the gears. Jody, Lo & Tim were laughing so hard they couldn’t get me out of the intersection. I started to cry & just got out of the car. Left it in the middle of the intersection for them to deal with. Dumb gears.
I can feel the gears turning and this is turning into something
New and exciting and how will we work together?let the cogs corrode to eachother over time and we will fit perfectly as we turn and swirl and work. Tell me it’s not just a
Pipe dream. I’m hopeful and the L word
I can feel the gears turning and this is turning into something
New and exciting and how will we work together? Let us mould to eachother and corrode the cogs so we can start to fit perfectly. Tell me it’s not just a
Pipe dream. I’m hopeful and the l word
She knew very well what grinds his gears, and she became really adept on abusing this exploit of hers that she discovered in him. “Such an ungrateful girl.” is all what he can say from all the constant mockery and insults he gets from her on a daily basis. But despite their cat-and-mouse relationship, they knew that they needed each other.
Allana spins slowly on her heel, eyes roving around the room and its endless supply of ticking clocks. Some are beautifully finished, brass and silver glittering in the patchy, filtered light; some are in a variety of pieces, winding gears exposed to the open air.
what makes things work, move forward, go. sometimes they can be difficult and sometimes easy. work harder when they get difficult to get to the finish line. When easier still work hard to prepare for the difficult times. Like riding a bike, you have hills and flat roads.
Hemeltjelief, wat moet ik in godsnaam over ‘gears’ schrijven? Wat is dat zelfs weer. Oh, ik denk tandwielen ofzo. Oké, ik kan zeggen dat de tandwielen die normaal moeten werken in mijn hersenen, niet zo goed werken. Ahaha, dit is de eerste keer dat ik dit doe en het is best aangenaam. Yeahhh one word. Done.
The innards of the machine suggested a small city of circuitry and gears – the culmination of millennia of scientific progress, now commonplace and indistinct.
She clamped down on her tongue and tried to will down the furious blush growing like a wildfire on her face. But it was too late, she could tell by the mischievous gleam in his eyes and his playful smirk she’d said too much and now he knew she wanted him.
The wheels and gears in her head were so visibly spinning out of control that I took a step back, putting my hands up in self defense. “Okay, you are overthinking this.”
She sighed, the way she always sighed when someone said something factually incorrect that wasn’t worth arguing. “Okay.”
All of the fight had gone out of her and I couldn’t help but avoid the awful truth that it was my fault.
Drive life. But you have to sometimes change them. they also go in reverse but that’s the beauty of it. The drive life. However it is upto you which way and how fast you want to go. Gears. They drive life, you control it.
I’m shifting and the engine just stops. There’s enough momentum to carry me forwards, in the middle of the intersection. My heart races so fast I feel ill.
The gears in my head started to whirl when he had finished speaking. It seemed so simple, then the gears seized up. If it were so simple, why had no one ever thought of it before. But as he continued to speak, I could feel my neurons firing, in synch and saying “Yes!” Space flight between star systems is possible, inexpensive and we could fly away tomorrow.
They were a well-oiled machine. Nonstop, strong, a perfect fit into each other — keeping each other going, moving as a whole unit.
Well, that was the plan. It didn’t often work. After all, they were mere humans. Cooperation has never been humanity’s redeeming quality.
Wait a minute, let’s stop and take some deep breaths. We are spinning too fast and we’re grinding our gears. She shook her head and asked him to repeat what he said, in plain English without the car racing references. She got a blank look from him for her effort.
The clinkety clanking of all things in motion surrounds me. Everything moving! Everything going! DO! BE! BECOME!
The noise, the call to action the — all of it really is such a cacaphony of noise and action and sound and everything else that it freezes me in place.
As I beg for just a moment of silence so that I can THINK the mechanisms race on.
On a daily bases due to my role I need to be on my toes and ready to switch gears in order to deal with multiple personalities. I sometimes wonder how i survive the day or my job.
In your head, make your thoughts go round. But if one stops working everything is in disseray and you have to take your time to fix them. You have to watch to make sure they don’t get rusted or fall apart. They are in technology and help the work go round. Gears make up life.
how things turn. You have gears in you head. In technology it is everywhere. But how are they used and are they used well? Do you oil them in your cars or take care of the ones in your head? These simple questions are not what they seem. You really need to look at it from another point of view.
Whenever I think about this, I think about machinery, or something cranking. I’m not sure. I love all things tech, but gears don’t really come to mind. Maybe it’s because it’s more like physical hardware? I work by software, not by hardware. Also! If I forget, it sounds like something turning in your head!
Gears grinding within my mind
Solving solutions solvents and solutes
Water washing over in waves my way
Quick figure it out
Before bottoms up and begin the end
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh
Her pale, calloused fingers tangled through wires and brushed over gears, reaching for the oil. She shined the rusted metal with a solution left in her father’s basement. She wiped the sweat from her forehead. Fixing a car was tough work!
I decided to shift gears in the conversation and talk less about politics and more about my family. Joshua seemed interested in hearing all the funny stories about my sister’s adventures; Ulrich, on the other hand, looked bored out of his mind. I ignored his eye rolls and loud sighs, instead choosing to listen to the outbursts and chuckles of my closer friend, his face flushed with from amusement beneath his impressive blond beard.
The gears were moving at a clip. There was no way I would be falling asleep tonight. My brain was inundated with thoughts about so many things – my weight, what to wear to work tomorrow, when would I get my next manicure, would I be able to run all my errands during my lunch break.
They all depend on each other. If one of them doesn’t work, non of them will. I think that’s how relationships work too. I’m not sure. But I never said I wanted to be sure.
Gears are in clocks and motors. They help our everyday lives but doing normal, everyday stuff.
The gears in her mind worked like a clock, and they slowed as the blood drained from her wrists. “Finally,” she whispers, “Finally i am free.” and the gears came to a stop.
What do I even say about this? Gears on a car? I’m not so hot with those. I remember the time Tim made me learn to drive standard when we were driving home from Sk. I kept stalling the car in the middle of an intersection. Grinding the gears. Jody, Lo & Tim were laughing so hard they couldn’t get me out of the intersection. I started to cry & just got out of the car. Left it in the middle of the intersection for them to deal with. Dumb gears.
the gears in the tractor decided to bust so we had buy a new gear box so dad could fix it
I can feel the gears turning and this is turning into something
New and exciting and how will we work together?let the cogs corrode to eachother over time and we will fit perfectly as we turn and swirl and work. Tell me it’s not just a
Pipe dream. I’m hopeful and the L word
Is within reach.k
I can feel the gears turning and this is turning into something
New and exciting and how will we work together? Let us mould to eachother and corrode the cogs so we can start to fit perfectly. Tell me it’s not just a
Pipe dream. I’m hopeful and the l word
Is within reach.
She knew very well what grinds his gears, and she became really adept on abusing this exploit of hers that she discovered in him. “Such an ungrateful girl.” is all what he can say from all the constant mockery and insults he gets from her on a daily basis. But despite their cat-and-mouse relationship, they knew that they needed each other.
Allana spins slowly on her heel, eyes roving around the room and its endless supply of ticking clocks. Some are beautifully finished, brass and silver glittering in the patchy, filtered light; some are in a variety of pieces, winding gears exposed to the open air.
what makes things work, move forward, go. sometimes they can be difficult and sometimes easy. work harder when they get difficult to get to the finish line. When easier still work hard to prepare for the difficult times. Like riding a bike, you have hills and flat roads.
Hemeltjelief, wat moet ik in godsnaam over ‘gears’ schrijven? Wat is dat zelfs weer. Oh, ik denk tandwielen ofzo. Oké, ik kan zeggen dat de tandwielen die normaal moeten werken in mijn hersenen, niet zo goed werken. Ahaha, dit is de eerste keer dat ik dit doe en het is best aangenaam. Yeahhh one word. Done.
The innards of the machine suggested a small city of circuitry and gears – the culmination of millennia of scientific progress, now commonplace and indistinct.
She clamped down on her tongue and tried to will down the furious blush growing like a wildfire on her face. But it was too late, she could tell by the mischievous gleam in his eyes and his playful smirk she’d said too much and now he knew she wanted him.
machines
car
fabric
work
mechanic
gray
fisics
rotate
bike
The wheels and gears in her head were so visibly spinning out of control that I took a step back, putting my hands up in self defense. “Okay, you are overthinking this.”
She sighed, the way she always sighed when someone said something factually incorrect that wasn’t worth arguing. “Okay.”
All of the fight had gone out of her and I couldn’t help but avoid the awful truth that it was my fault.
even as i kiss him, i can’t stop hearing the gears turning right under his skin.
As her tutor continued to teach her, the gears clicked and she finally understood what she was being taught.
The gears were very rusted. He couldn’t move them with the lever.
“Shoot! The gears got rusty.” I exclaimed as I examined my bike that I left out in the rain by accident.
Drive life. But you have to sometimes change them. they also go in reverse but that’s the beauty of it. The drive life. However it is upto you which way and how fast you want to go. Gears. They drive life, you control it.
I’m shifting and the engine just stops. There’s enough momentum to carry me forwards, in the middle of the intersection. My heart races so fast I feel ill.
I have nothing to do with gears, because I don’t have a car and I don’t use my bike anymore.
The gears in my head started to whirl when he had finished speaking. It seemed so simple, then the gears seized up. If it were so simple, why had no one ever thought of it before. But as he continued to speak, I could feel my neurons firing, in synch and saying “Yes!” Space flight between star systems is possible, inexpensive and we could fly away tomorrow.
Steam-aged Equipment or material, especially that used for an athletic attempt.
Clothing; garments.
Old-fashioned Goods; property; household items.
A Toothed wheel that works with others to alter the relation between the speed of a driving mechanism.
Equipment used for a particular time or need.(E.g Camping, Hiking, climbing, bicycling, Trailing.)
All of the above and below.
Gears come in many shapes and sizes with different coats: Titanium, Gold, Iron, Bronze, Copper, Steel, Metal, Reinforced.
design or adjust the gears in a machine to give a specified speed or power output.
i’m afraid of getting my
hand caught in yours
like i’m afraid of pulling
the stickers from my
socks
we will stick and it will
be painful except
nothing good will grow from this
gear is interesting contraption the is a chain of a motor to get the job done. One small gear connected to one large gear can turn many many times.
They were a well-oiled machine. Nonstop, strong, a perfect fit into each other — keeping each other going, moving as a whole unit.
Well, that was the plan. It didn’t often work. After all, they were mere humans. Cooperation has never been humanity’s redeeming quality.
Wait a minute, let’s stop and take some deep breaths. We are spinning too fast and we’re grinding our gears. She shook her head and asked him to repeat what he said, in plain English without the car racing references. She got a blank look from him for her effort.
The clinkety clanking of all things in motion surrounds me. Everything moving! Everything going! DO! BE! BECOME!
The noise, the call to action the — all of it really is such a cacaphony of noise and action and sound and everything else that it freezes me in place.
As I beg for just a moment of silence so that I can THINK the mechanisms race on.
On a daily bases due to my role I need to be on my toes and ready to switch gears in order to deal with multiple personalities. I sometimes wonder how i survive the day or my job.
:)
In your head, make your thoughts go round. But if one stops working everything is in disseray and you have to take your time to fix them. You have to watch to make sure they don’t get rusted or fall apart. They are in technology and help the work go round. Gears make up life.
how things turn. You have gears in you head. In technology it is everywhere. But how are they used and are they used well? Do you oil them in your cars or take care of the ones in your head? These simple questions are not what they seem. You really need to look at it from another point of view.
What grinds my gears?! Question of the day, ironically! Too much for 60 seconds. Sadly.
Whenever I think about this, I think about machinery, or something cranking. I’m not sure. I love all things tech, but gears don’t really come to mind. Maybe it’s because it’s more like physical hardware? I work by software, not by hardware. Also! If I forget, it sounds like something turning in your head!
Gears grinding within my mind
Solving solutions solvents and solutes
Water washing over in waves my way
Quick figure it out
Before bottoms up and begin the end
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh
Her pale, calloused fingers tangled through wires and brushed over gears, reaching for the oil. She shined the rusted metal with a solution left in her father’s basement. She wiped the sweat from her forehead. Fixing a car was tough work!
I decided to shift gears in the conversation and talk less about politics and more about my family. Joshua seemed interested in hearing all the funny stories about my sister’s adventures; Ulrich, on the other hand, looked bored out of his mind. I ignored his eye rolls and loud sighs, instead choosing to listen to the outbursts and chuckles of my closer friend, his face flushed with from amusement beneath his impressive blond beard.
Turning in my head, they chug along through it all. Though sometimes they need greasing, they will continue to turn, pressing on always.
The gears were moving at a clip. There was no way I would be falling asleep tonight. My brain was inundated with thoughts about so many things – my weight, what to wear to work tomorrow, when would I get my next manicure, would I be able to run all my errands during my lunch break.
They all depend on each other. If one of them doesn’t work, non of them will. I think that’s how relationships work too. I’m not sure. But I never said I wanted to be sure.