The rainbow girl stepped softly over the debris towards the once colorful alter of Joy. A tear slipped down her cheek as she looked around at the broken pieces of a once beautiful religion, of a once powerful building that would lift hearts and help smiles. But of course, the gods had abandoned the people, and this was no more than a big building to them.
She knelt down on her pale, rugged knees beneath the Man who pained her exsistance. Hallow tears broke through her eyes and glistened in the light as they rolled their way down the slopes of her cheeks.
wedding dresses, dress shops, dry cleaners, hemming pants, short people, my great-grandma, seamstresses, sweat shops, child labor, foreign country’s, poverty, Made in china, nothings made in the USA any more,
change I alter my physical being by drinking poly juice potion… you know, the one from HP7? Umm I like to alter stuff. It is fun. Almost like eating crack.
change, I want to change my life. How I live; I’m not content. I want to lead a productive life. I want to lead an eventful life. Adventures. Roaming around in the forest like little children. Fairies.
Having a daughter… after raising 3 sons really alters perspective on life and love. So many differences and so many similarities. Love the differences.
she stood beofre the alter, pondering the sacrifice. was it sufficient? would her own life’s blood be required. She shuddered atthe idea using blood at all.
I thought it said altar for a second. why do they have such similar spellings? an altar is where you worship something. Altering is just a verb that means change. Don’t they have a weird juxtaposition? Homonyms. Opposites. Cool.
If I could alter the
Past I think that I would
Change something to recreate
Our future despite knowing
What a dangerous game that
Is only so desperately wish that
Our lives were more intertwined-
At the very least I would
Create a life in which
You were not always on
My mind
As in ‘make something different’? or ‘alter ego?’ The first connection, for me, is standing on a table while my mother shortened a school skirt, only to let it down, inch my inch, over the next five years. Bloody thing still covered my knees!
My life had gone inside a pale
With sand at the bottom
Clinging to my legs and cutting my ankles
Grinding together to penetrate my tough skin
I had a shovel once
It matched my pale
I was standing at it, about to see my life change forever. Oh wait, that’s an al-TAR. Maybe I’m not cut out for this word. Maybe it’s not meant for me. Suddenly it all makes sense. I’m hungover. But I won’t be this slow forever. I’m about to be altered, by coffee.
There are ways to alter, I’ve read about them. It’s almost like, if you’re not happy with what you have right now, it’s like you’ll never be. I don’t think that’s true, there’s a time of acception, one I believe everyone reaches at one point or another. I think high school is a big time for that, you want to alter your personality so that they’ll like you. So you’ll fit it.
But that isn’t it, It’s never going to be it. Because you can change the outside and who you appear to be, but you can never alter what’s inside your heart.
alter ego? I wish I had one, that’d be pretty nice. A hero or something by day! Better than the mundane. For sure. If I were a superhero I’d have the power to make magic I guess?
I altered the screen of my laptop, trying to see what was written there. It was brilliant. I am so confused at the how I didn’t come up with the idea myself. I guess being a brilliant scientist means that you have to share your ideas with other people, even if you came up with them yourself. Not that I care much, but I hate him. My brother.
Change. I’ve already given a write up for alter and so I’ve decided to ramble instead. Rambling can be cleansing for the rambler but for those who are rambled to it can be a frustrating experience.
in the place without mirrors, falsity or promise, just stood, just became aware, dwelling, opening, outwardly no one else, inwardly something, someone different, altered, sort of fractured along a line that separated out from the emptiness to the place I began — and ended
to alter is to change, and change is not something that is accepted easily or by very many people. Yet it is something that will come without fail, and at it’s own pace. It can not be hurried and it can not be altered on how it arrive. It is we who will arive in our own time to that altered state.
I did not think he would try to alter his personality to suit me. I would have never expected it. Yet, I was willing to alter mine to suit him, or rather, to suit what I thought he wanted. Perhaps it would have been better to alter mine to suit me.
alter my feelins or so I belive, only homores raging my body in a long run towards survival. Darwin’s theory confusing my mind and soul if there is such a thing. I guess I will never truly know. dear zeus all mighty ROAAARRRRR.
The man clearly had an alter ego. The way he went about his life as well as how he acted around friends and family was indicative of this. he thought of himself as some sort hero to the world and that his presence was salvation to all.
alter. first thing i thought of was the alter of a church. then god. then eternity. and how scared we must all be. but some are better at hiding it than others.
Sleep sleep sleep. That’s all I can think about right now. Not only to sleep, but to dream; to create an alternate universe and to control everyone’s every thought and move; to do things not possible in the real life.
the alter ego of the woman lead her to the marriage where she left her husband at the alter. he was devastated by the alteration in plan. alter leads to disasters.
alter ego is my home and the place where the magic creatures roam up out of the sea and into the space between the land and the fog oh how we long for whole for the time when the sun comes up and all is light and pink and amber like the first breath. in and out tides seas inside us all.
altering a work of art
in mail art – altering books, postcards and other imagery – fun.
to make an entirely new work. i like to alter my own images – that is way fun.
well that just makes me smile. :) unless alter is meaning something else. but in this case I’m thinking of my wedding. :D i can’t wait to marry my Bear. hes the most amazing person in the world; and he’s sleeping on the couch tonight which means the bed will be cold without my fuzzy love. i love you tony.
Reminds me of altered school skirts when they are too long.
The rainbow girl stepped softly over the debris towards the once colorful alter of Joy. A tear slipped down her cheek as she looked around at the broken pieces of a once beautiful religion, of a once powerful building that would lift hearts and help smiles. But of course, the gods had abandoned the people, and this was no more than a big building to them.
She knelt down on her pale, rugged knees beneath the Man who pained her exsistance. Hallow tears broke through her eyes and glistened in the light as they rolled their way down the slopes of her cheeks.
wedding dresses, dress shops, dry cleaners, hemming pants, short people, my great-grandma, seamstresses, sweat shops, child labor, foreign country’s, poverty, Made in china, nothings made in the USA any more,
Alter..Alter Ego another side of ones self…multiple pepersonality disorder HA that’s what I have to conqure is my alter ego(: Done!
change I alter my physical being by drinking poly juice potion… you know, the one from HP7? Umm I like to alter stuff. It is fun. Almost like eating crack.
ego y laboratorios de farmacia nativa nancia
change, I want to change my life. How I live; I’m not content. I want to lead a productive life. I want to lead an eventful life. Adventures. Roaming around in the forest like little children. Fairies.
To alter one’s mind with the illusive power of love is like moving to the beat of a drum fucked on acid. Gotta love the power of love.
Having a daughter… after raising 3 sons really alters perspective on life and love. So many differences and so many similarities. Love the differences.
I want to alter the state of my mind. Preferentially not with the aide of drugs. An altered state of consciousness.
she stood beofre the alter, pondering the sacrifice. was it sufficient? would her own life’s blood be required. She shuddered atthe idea using blood at all.
I thought it said altar for a second. why do they have such similar spellings? an altar is where you worship something. Altering is just a verb that means change. Don’t they have a weird juxtaposition? Homonyms. Opposites. Cool.
If I could alter the
Past I think that I would
Change something to recreate
Our future despite knowing
What a dangerous game that
Is only so desperately wish that
Our lives were more intertwined-
At the very least I would
Create a life in which
You were not always on
My mind
As in ‘make something different’? or ‘alter ego?’ The first connection, for me, is standing on a table while my mother shortened a school skirt, only to let it down, inch my inch, over the next five years. Bloody thing still covered my knees!
My life had gone inside a pale
With sand at the bottom
Clinging to my legs and cutting my ankles
Grinding together to penetrate my tough skin
I had a shovel once
It matched my pale
I was standing at it, about to see my life change forever. Oh wait, that’s an al-TAR. Maybe I’m not cut out for this word. Maybe it’s not meant for me. Suddenly it all makes sense. I’m hungover. But I won’t be this slow forever. I’m about to be altered, by coffee.
The alter was set for the Christmas Mass – all green and red with the ornate gold chalace prefered by Father Rafeal. We sat in the pews admiring it.
There are ways to alter, I’ve read about them. It’s almost like, if you’re not happy with what you have right now, it’s like you’ll never be. I don’t think that’s true, there’s a time of acception, one I believe everyone reaches at one point or another. I think high school is a big time for that, you want to alter your personality so that they’ll like you. So you’ll fit it.
But that isn’t it, It’s never going to be it. Because you can change the outside and who you appear to be, but you can never alter what’s inside your heart.
alter ego? I wish I had one, that’d be pretty nice. A hero or something by day! Better than the mundane. For sure. If I were a superhero I’d have the power to make magic I guess?
I altered the screen of my laptop, trying to see what was written there. It was brilliant. I am so confused at the how I didn’t come up with the idea myself. I guess being a brilliant scientist means that you have to share your ideas with other people, even if you came up with them yourself. Not that I care much, but I hate him. My brother.
Change. I’ve already given a write up for alter and so I’ve decided to ramble instead. Rambling can be cleansing for the rambler but for those who are rambled to it can be a frustrating experience.
in the place without mirrors, falsity or promise, just stood, just became aware, dwelling, opening, outwardly no one else, inwardly something, someone different, altered, sort of fractured along a line that separated out from the emptiness to the place I began — and ended
alter
Alter. Alter. Alter. Weddings. Damn, I hate weddings. Churches are always too cold. Dresses and heels are freakishly uncomfortable.
to alter is to change, and change is not something that is accepted easily or by very many people. Yet it is something that will come without fail, and at it’s own pace. It can not be hurried and it can not be altered on how it arrive. It is we who will arive in our own time to that altered state.
I did not think he would try to alter his personality to suit me. I would have never expected it. Yet, I was willing to alter mine to suit him, or rather, to suit what I thought he wanted. Perhaps it would have been better to alter mine to suit me.
alter my feelins or so I belive, only homores raging my body in a long run towards survival. Darwin’s theory confusing my mind and soul if there is such a thing. I guess I will never truly know. dear zeus all mighty ROAAARRRRR.
The man clearly had an alter ego. The way he went about his life as well as how he acted around friends and family was indicative of this. he thought of himself as some sort hero to the world and that his presence was salvation to all.
alter. first thing i thought of was the alter of a church. then god. then eternity. and how scared we must all be. but some are better at hiding it than others.
alter your state of mind. alter your views on the world. alter your stance on power. alter your heart to love, be loved and live free.
Sleep sleep sleep. That’s all I can think about right now. Not only to sleep, but to dream; to create an alternate universe and to control everyone’s every thought and move; to do things not possible in the real life.
the alter ego of the woman lead her to the marriage where she left her husband at the alter. he was devastated by the alteration in plan. alter leads to disasters.
alter, change, there’s been plenty of that this year, all for the good I might add and I really hope it carries on for the next couple of years.
the man who was waiting
wasn’t for me
but i twisted my reality
to sink below the gutter
thinking i deserved
nothing better.
alter ego is my home and the place where the magic creatures roam up out of the sea and into the space between the land and the fog oh how we long for whole for the time when the sun comes up and all is light and pink and amber like the first breath. in and out tides seas inside us all.
Had this word already yesterday.
altering a work of art
in mail art – altering books, postcards and other imagery – fun.
to make an entirely new work. i like to alter my own images – that is way fun.
“How do you go about it?” she asked.
“Well, it’s an operation, ” the doctor answered.
She used to call herself he, but that’s all changed. And soon, other people will start to call her she as well.
She’s been dreaming about it for years.
well that just makes me smile. :) unless alter is meaning something else. but in this case I’m thinking of my wedding. :D i can’t wait to marry my Bear. hes the most amazing person in the world; and he’s sleeping on the couch tonight which means the bed will be cold without my fuzzy love. i love you tony.