she felt like a local no matter where she was. she had a way of fitting in—or pretending to. morphing had served as a gift and curse for her for so long she began to grow indifferent about it. citizen of the world she shout in love and defense.
I am a local, got it.
Lock all & loook aligator moving. Or be the sunshine. Wnna go to the movie which is a local one, make sure you get some local frends with you ;) All set
I don’t come here to do more of what I will do when I go there. This is #local. This is now and now is the moment I have to create a reality out of the scattered realms of probability as to manifest a grand scheme of achievement and reinvention. This is mine. Now. @oznolem @oneworddotcom
Local elves and elephants are dancing to pigeons on the rooof that was in the air and im not quite sure what i am writing at all as i am possessed and there are not demons behind me doing unspeakable things, but possibly there is, it depends what you consider unspeakable because unspeakable is still a speakable word even used with locals.
The local people was not satisfied that justice was done in their favor, when the young man was arrested and released shortly afterward. The residents were upset and concern with the fact that too many persons were being robbed and attacked in broad daylight and nothing was being done about it.
Being local isn’t easy. Sometimes it takes years to settle in and feel like you know all of the side streets, the regulars on a Sunday afternoon, where the best salted caramel brownie can be found. I finally feel like a local and it feels good. But now that I do, I feel like I’m ready to move on.
localitys a formality, my speciality is recipe, drink it up, slur it down, reach a clown, turn the frowns, james baxter, rodeo cowboy, gerald the deliver, messenger of happy thoughts, a buddha, a jesus, a miracle maker, keep intentions good, and dont steal.
Local is used across an Internet world. When ever we have to connect to one another’s machine inside an organisation, we always address it has a local area network or local space. Also there are plenty of meaning for local.
Local is the near, the known, the comfortable. Local is where your roots are and where your dreams are created. Your dream might be to get as far away from local as possible but it is the local which created this dream for you. Local is not to be underestimated.
Local anesthetics. Dentistry. It really fuckin’ sucks when the dick hole stabs your inner face with the giant god damned needle. The actual dental work without anesthetics hurts less than the method by which they numb you. I fucking hate dentists. I’m gonna pull all my teeth with some pliers and bottle of whiskey.
she wanted to be home
where the city lights engulfed her
where, if she closed her eyes,
the lights would flood behind her eyelids and
illuminate her quiet world
now,
no matter how hard she tried,
she couldn’t get that brightness to come back
The local area had been evacuated. Why you may ask? Well because of the alien battleship looming overhead. It’s simple to say really, but to comprehend it you have to understand the destruction it caused in such a short time. Dropships full of the menace murdering crowds of people in a matter of minutes, in the middle of an urban centre.
People are squatting near the ocean looking for the Sasquatch that ate the tribes people’s mother because it wanted the brownies from the potluck but the village people said no. They cried because they were cold.
The comforts of the Claremont Coffee shop rung in as the rural residents came for their daily surge of caffeine. The dogs all happy with their owners on leashes and at command. Art upon the wall was glowing in the theme of happy distortion.
There is a local beer which i enjoy drinking when i am at home. The taste, the sound when i sip it and the smell of it it just reminds me of how good it feels to be home.
Eat local! The guy in the truck runs a 1995 Chevy Silverado that gets 2 gallons to the mile. You’re helping the environment by using so much local gasoline. Farm to table and etc. Make sure you tip your local farmer, you unthinking, catchphrase repeating lunatic.
The shop was small but quite fancy looking. It was supplied by local farmers and was named “Golden Oak”. It offered herbs for Sages and food for..well, everyone.
produce
restaurant
strawberry festival
strawberry trees
leaves
fire fighters
policeman
scrutiny
field
beach
school
produce
farming
muisc
scene
catastrophe?
teachers
community
love
town hall
There were a lot of family owned buisnesses in Jack’s area. A farmer’s market was held all throughout the summer. There were lots of city activities and fun things in the park. The area was just a wonderful place to be.
No one local seemed to recognize me these days, but maybe that was a good thing. After all, I had a beard now – a big one, thick and bushy with little curls at the end. I loved that beard. I’d spent over an hour trimming it every morning before pulling on my favorite blue blazer and strolling outside with a little dance in each step. Still, when I walked into the drugstore that I used to loiter in back when I was a kid, I saw someone’s eyes settle on me before she spoke.
she’s a local, staying close to home, afraid to wander away. he follows her, pacing behind like the mutt he is, walking at her heels, tongue lolling. it’s hot this time of year, but she’ll go to the community pool and he can lay in the shade of the changing rooms and pant while she and the other kids run around dripping.
Haruki stumbles into the kitchen and finds his mother staring at it. The bird, a tawny brown owl, stares back.
“I’ve never seen someone use an owl as a messenger bird,” He says, seeing the letter between them. It sits innocently on the table.
“Me either.” She agrees, looking disgruntled. The letter is an envelope instead of a scroll.
“Who’s it from?” Haruki brushes past her into the kitchen. “Can I get some cereal?”
“Go for it. And it doesn’t say.”
Haruki reaches for his favorite box only to pause with his arm stretched out.
The local coffee shop was the place to be. Or so it seemed, with the amount of people that came there every day, all shapes colors and sizes the writer had enough characters to fill twenty books. What he did not know though was that the main character of his next book was about to walk through the door.
I went to the local shops to get some treats for my dog, however when I got there they were sold out, so I walked to the next shops, and got 3 big bags on special for $5,99 a bag.
There are many places to explore locally. In Downers Grove, we have a local farmer’s market in downtown every Saturday. I like to go to the local park to play with my friends. Blah blah blah.c
The local schools doors had just opened and the first day of school was about to start. However, there was an explosion from the south end where the cafeteria was.
Today we went to the local market, when we bumped into a old friend from high school. My friend and i used to be best friends until i moved away from home.
the locals of the town lived off their own means. They didn’t trust foreigners, so this town was not one frequently traveled. People came back from visiting with disappointment and anger for the rude locals. Though, the locals were not rude in the slightest. They liked what they knew and so they did what they liked.
she felt like a local no matter where she was. she had a way of fitting in—or pretending to. morphing had served as a gift and curse for her for so long she began to grow indifferent about it. citizen of the world she shout in love and defense.
I am a local, got it.
Lock all & loook aligator moving. Or be the sunshine. Wnna go to the movie which is a local one, make sure you get some local frends with you ;) All set
I don’t come here to do more of what I will do when I go there. This is #local. This is now and now is the moment I have to create a reality out of the scattered realms of probability as to manifest a grand scheme of achievement and reinvention. This is mine. Now. @oznolem @oneworddotcom
Local elves and elephants are dancing to pigeons on the rooof that was in the air and im not quite sure what i am writing at all as i am possessed and there are not demons behind me doing unspeakable things, but possibly there is, it depends what you consider unspeakable because unspeakable is still a speakable word even used with locals.
“All our produce is locally sourced!” crowed the grocery store owner proudly.
“Oh really? What about these carrots?” shouted a grumpy man from the back of the line.
“What *about* these carrots?”
“Well, you see,” the man said, then turned the carrots around.
The owner gasped and ducked for cover.
FOOM
The local people was not satisfied that justice was done in their favor, when the young man was arrested and released shortly afterward. The residents were upset and concern with the fact that too many persons were being robbed and attacked in broad daylight and nothing was being done about it.
Being local isn’t easy. Sometimes it takes years to settle in and feel like you know all of the side streets, the regulars on a Sunday afternoon, where the best salted caramel brownie can be found. I finally feel like a local and it feels good. But now that I do, I feel like I’m ready to move on.
localitys a formality, my speciality is recipe, drink it up, slur it down, reach a clown, turn the frowns, james baxter, rodeo cowboy, gerald the deliver, messenger of happy thoughts, a buddha, a jesus, a miracle maker, keep intentions good, and dont steal.
Local is used across an Internet world. When ever we have to connect to one another’s machine inside an organisation, we always address it has a local area network or local space. Also there are plenty of meaning for local.
Local is the near, the known, the comfortable. Local is where your roots are and where your dreams are created. Your dream might be to get as far away from local as possible but it is the local which created this dream for you. Local is not to be underestimated.
Local anesthetics. Dentistry. It really fuckin’ sucks when the dick hole stabs your inner face with the giant god damned needle. The actual dental work without anesthetics hurts less than the method by which they numb you. I fucking hate dentists. I’m gonna pull all my teeth with some pliers and bottle of whiskey.
she wanted to be home
where the city lights engulfed her
where, if she closed her eyes,
the lights would flood behind her eyelids and
illuminate her quiet world
now,
no matter how hard she tried,
she couldn’t get that brightness to come back
The local area had been evacuated. Why you may ask? Well because of the alien battleship looming overhead. It’s simple to say really, but to comprehend it you have to understand the destruction it caused in such a short time. Dropships full of the menace murdering crowds of people in a matter of minutes, in the middle of an urban centre.
People are squatting near the ocean looking for the Sasquatch that ate the tribes people’s mother because it wanted the brownies from the potluck but the village people said no. They cried because they were cold.
The comforts of the Claremont Coffee shop rung in as the rural residents came for their daily surge of caffeine. The dogs all happy with their owners on leashes and at command. Art upon the wall was glowing in the theme of happy distortion.
Time’s were decrepid for James Hugh, hard as he tried scowering the local job listings he threw down his lunch in dismay.
There is a local beer which i enjoy drinking when i am at home. The taste, the sound when i sip it and the smell of it it just reminds me of how good it feels to be home.
Eat local! The guy in the truck runs a 1995 Chevy Silverado that gets 2 gallons to the mile. You’re helping the environment by using so much local gasoline. Farm to table and etc. Make sure you tip your local farmer, you unthinking, catchphrase repeating lunatic.
The shop was small but quite fancy looking. It was supplied by local farmers and was named “Golden Oak”. It offered herbs for Sages and food for..well, everyone.
Locals……….. Always hate me when i visit there homeland. Whatever, I have a ray gun and they have sticks and stones.
produce
restaurant
strawberry festival
strawberry trees
leaves
fire fighters
policeman
scrutiny
field
beach
school
produce
farming
muisc
scene
catastrophe?
teachers
community
love
town hall
She was afraid of the locals. Being a foreign women in a India she is not paranoid to be on guard.
There were a lot of family owned buisnesses in Jack’s area. A farmer’s market was held all throughout the summer. There were lots of city activities and fun things in the park. The area was just a wonderful place to be.
No one local seemed to recognize me these days, but maybe that was a good thing. After all, I had a beard now – a big one, thick and bushy with little curls at the end. I loved that beard. I’d spent over an hour trimming it every morning before pulling on my favorite blue blazer and strolling outside with a little dance in each step. Still, when I walked into the drugstore that I used to loiter in back when I was a kid, I saw someone’s eyes settle on me before she spoke.
she’s a local, staying close to home, afraid to wander away. he follows her, pacing behind like the mutt he is, walking at her heels, tongue lolling. it’s hot this time of year, but she’ll go to the community pool and he can lay in the shade of the changing rooms and pant while she and the other kids run around dripping.
It’s not a local bird.
Haruki stumbles into the kitchen and finds his mother staring at it. The bird, a tawny brown owl, stares back.
“I’ve never seen someone use an owl as a messenger bird,” He says, seeing the letter between them. It sits innocently on the table.
“Me either.” She agrees, looking disgruntled. The letter is an envelope instead of a scroll.
“Who’s it from?” Haruki brushes past her into the kitchen. “Can I get some cereal?”
“Go for it. And it doesn’t say.”
Haruki reaches for his favorite box only to pause with his arm stretched out.
“It’s addressed to you.”
He gets over the surprise and snags the box.
“That’s weird.”
I am a local locals are good some times are you a local
i’m fairly local,
i’ve been around,
i’ve walked with you down these streets and i’m lucky to hold your hand and i don’t want to let go yet.
The local coffee shop was the place to be. Or so it seemed, with the amount of people that came there every day, all shapes colors and sizes the writer had enough characters to fill twenty books. What he did not know though was that the main character of his next book was about to walk through the door.
The local bartender wiped up the spilled beer from the counter. The woman in the red dress just sat and cried.
“It’s okay. I promise, it happens all the time.” The bartender smiled and the woman sobbed harder.
I went to the local shops to get some treats for my dog, however when I got there they were sold out, so I walked to the next shops, and got 3 big bags on special for $5,99 a bag.
There are many places to explore locally. In Downers Grove, we have a local farmer’s market in downtown every Saturday. I like to go to the local park to play with my friends. Blah blah blah.c
The local schools doors had just opened and the first day of school was about to start. However, there was an explosion from the south end where the cafeteria was.
something nearby, possibly a small business or a close friend. Something to be supported by the community around it
my home, a comforting place, my childhood, also quite strangling, like I constantly have to get out.
nearby
close
small business
community
localize, zoom in, the mission is in the air above but the wires here are crossed red blue purple, narrow the pain, condense the circle
local girls
closely resembling
lovers and losers
lost
towns breed convenient
malaise
while stardust collects
on its outskirts
Today we went to the local market, when we bumped into a old friend from high school. My friend and i used to be best friends until i moved away from home.
the locals of the town lived off their own means. They didn’t trust foreigners, so this town was not one frequently traveled. People came back from visiting with disappointment and anger for the rude locals. Though, the locals were not rude in the slightest. They liked what they knew and so they did what they liked.