I’ts my birthday today. My mom forgot it. It amuses me in a way, watching her go through the day, not remembering the day I was introduced to this world, the day she gave birth to me. How it must feel to be so oblivious to something that is on your daughter’s mind half the time. But I understand, she’s getting old, she’s sick and I should be understanding, so I am. I bet you my dad’s not gonna remember either. But he’s older and he has a lot on his mind. I can’t expect him to remember the day I was born if he can’t even remember the way my name is spelled. So I’ll be understanding, I will. I’ll pretend it’s fine when she turns to me, her face surprised with guilt hidden behind it and says,” Oh Honey, it’s your birthday! I totally knew all along!” And I’ll act like she did, knowing though, that my sister told her.
I”m amused about everything I see here. Clowns are amusing. Your face is amusing. the word amusing is a bit odd. Sounds like “a muse”. THat reminds me of Sylvia Plath. Did you know she was fucking psycho? Pssycho like that movie with James Caan. Wait no that’s misery. Misery misery misery. How did i get to misery from amuse? Hahahahahah that’s funny because it’s like a muse caused me misery! i’m so clever. Clever lever. Like tucker rocky.
amuse confuse abuse we do it all
amnuse friends family the same
we amuse all thing no matter the shame
amsing is funny sometimes i cry
people amuse me and i will laught until i die
all in all we love to amuse
amusing is fun we’ve done it all
At the beginning of time. There was a waiter. Not your ordinary waiter. No this waiter was the fouder of humanity. He served some wine, bread and even turn all kind of shit into fish. He presented it all as one nice amuse. Thank god.
D’amuse, j’adore des amuses. Een kleine lepel, gevuld met het beste wat de sjef bedenken kon. Glas wijn er bij, de avond kan beginnen. En so far, dit is de amuse van mijn schrijven.
To amuse; how/ what is funny to one person may upset or anger another. Humour is very personal, and interestingly, doesn’t cross national boundaries unless you know the language.
The amusement must have been plain on her face because her friend suddenly scowled at her with a glare that could kill rhinos. “Sorry!” she apologized quickly. “It wasn’t funny…just…um.”
“Oh, come off it,” her friend snapped. “You’ve always loved seeing me embarrassed.”
“That’s not true.”
Amuse. I remember I took a cartooning class once, and the teacher said there had to be a purpose to our cartoons. Maybe it was a political cartoon. Or a religious one. Maybe it was to benefit and promote a certain cause or business.
But if you couldn’t think of a purpose, then you had to write down A-MUSE. I resented that A-MUSE. He made it seem like if your only purpose was to A-MUSE, you weren’t good enough. Thanks.
Glee filled the eye of the crazed maniac. He got a knife and slowly removed the fingers of a clerk. Screams of terror were heard throughout the store, but he came with his friends from the asylum. They skinner the staff for wearing white and gouged the eyes of those who wear black. What a happy place for the crazed maniac.
amuse brings a little smile to my face. I wasn’t expecting a verb. The minute I saw the word I split it into two: as muse. You need a muse to write. I think that way of seeing it as two words suited me better. That was what I wanted it to be… sometimes you have to accept things as they are.
my dad saw to it that i wouldn’t be called by my real name- the one my mother chose. when i went to school the teacher had a third name for me. small wonder then that she had had to fling things at me to gain my attention! Then when i esposed life with the tinkers- wouldn’t ya know it! But this one took the biscuit…
I’ve always had dreams about amusement parks. When I was young they were dark dreams. Funhouses mostly. I don’t have as many of those darker dreams nowadays, but I dream about amusement parks very often.
Lots of times it’s about Disney. – Except it’s not Disney. But in the dream it is. And sometimes it happens to be one that’s close by and open seasonally. Why it’s specifically Disney in those cases and not just any o’le amusement park I’m not sure. Sometimes there are water parks next door too which I’m always trying to figure out how to fit in. Very often there’s something about a main roller coaster I want to go on, but as with the real Disney, the park is large, some lines are long, meeting up with people is complicated, and there never seems to be enough time to get everything in when and how I’d like.
Sometimes I’m there when the park opens and there aren’t many people yet. Sometimes I “remember” about the park late in the day and wonder if it’s worth it to go for a couple of hours before the park closes… will I get enough done in that short time to justify the cost of the ticket… is even that little bit better than nothing…. will it be a waste of time and money for only a few hours since – with walking, and lines and all – I’ll probably only get to do ONE ride before closing.
Time management, theme parks, and getting everything in I want to do seem to be the common themes in these dreams. And a longing of some kind. Wanting to be able to fit in what I want “this time” and not leaving feeling like I’ve missed out on what I really wanted to do most, again.
I have 2 dogs, I am constantly amused by their antics. Mostly annoyed, but every now and then they do something that I just can’t help but laugh about. I love them to bits and i wouldn’t trade them for the world. Pets bring such pleasure to our lives, I couldn’t imagine being without my dog.
The little girl pouted her small, rosy lips as she rubbed her sore knees. “what did you do that for?” she yelled at the boy with shining blonde hair standing before her. “Because I can and I think you’re ugly!” he smirked, amusement shown in his eyes. “That’s not very nice, you can’t just push people down to the ground like that!” The little girl said pushing herself off the ground and wiping the imaginary dirt off her shoulders. “I just said I can. Your yelling amuses me.” The little boy smirked and ran away.
something you rarely do, with your lips set like that, like cold stone. i think i saw you laugh once, but it chilled me and i really would rather you never tried again. at least sat like that cold and unmoving i can pretend you are dead, or art, or something. don’t speak to me.
I would say that I was amuse at seeing some photos of me when I was in primary school.What an innocent sweet little angel I was. I could not hold back the laughter that erupted when I took another glance at it.
She sat on the park bench, watching the street performers jump around in funny costumes. She was highly amused.
The park was full of people, happy faces, delightful laughter. This was the perfect summer’s day.
to make people laugh or have fun.
to be amused at someone or something. eg/ to like the fact that the girl is shy and it amuses him.
something that pleases someone.
We sat across the table from one another, pulling faces and laughing loudly, not caring that the rest of the cafe was quiet, except for in our corner.
“Do that face again, grandpa,” my grandson said, his grin showing off his missing two front teeth.
I crossed my eyes and stuck my tongue out, causing his little face to contort in delight. Spending weekends with my grandson had to be the most amusing times I had in 65 years.
Count D was amused. Seeing how Leon tried to tame his new dog made him smile his thin, chinese smile. And it somehow made him feel warm deep inside. He didn’t know why but he had started feeling for the officer in a very strange way long time ago.
i liked to be amused, i also like a band which is called Muse, but i will add a to the beggining to it spells amuse, oh yes i love trolling, it amuses me, i also like aids as they amuse me sooo much amuse amuse amuse amuse amuse is trolling :3 amuse amuse amuse
She had a smirk on her face, as if his words were bordering on amusing. Little did she know that he already had a plan to trap her into his clever scam. This was just his way of showing a bit of charm, to set the scene for what lay ahead. And it seemed to be working…
there was a cat that amused me. he kept running and jumping on all the furniture. one day he jumped so high he flew and went through the roof and into the sky. he came back down with a whole bunch of alien friends and beat people up
It truly amused her, the power of superstition. So many doubted it but after all the times she had seen it have an impact on things she had to wonder if it wasn’t actually accurate. Perhaps it was simply the human will that controlled and influenced the universe.
amuse me with your words
thrill me with your passion
abuse me with your eyes
feel me with your skin
know me with your heart
understand me with your head
kill me with your soul
love me when i’m dead
There is a cat we love to call Puss Pussculus
His mews do not at all amuse Mus Musculus
Yet every pip and squeak he hears from dear Mus Musculus
Are music to the ears of our Puss Pussculus
Amuse me.
Dance clown dance.
make me laugh,
make me cry,
make me gasp in horror.
Amuse me.
Or else….
Inspire
Transpire
Teleport
Airport
Embraces
Encased
Mother
Death
I’ts my birthday today. My mom forgot it. It amuses me in a way, watching her go through the day, not remembering the day I was introduced to this world, the day she gave birth to me. How it must feel to be so oblivious to something that is on your daughter’s mind half the time. But I understand, she’s getting old, she’s sick and I should be understanding, so I am. I bet you my dad’s not gonna remember either. But he’s older and he has a lot on his mind. I can’t expect him to remember the day I was born if he can’t even remember the way my name is spelled. So I’ll be understanding, I will. I’ll pretend it’s fine when she turns to me, her face surprised with guilt hidden behind it and says,” Oh Honey, it’s your birthday! I totally knew all along!” And I’ll act like she did, knowing though, that my sister told her.
I”m amused about everything I see here. Clowns are amusing. Your face is amusing. the word amusing is a bit odd. Sounds like “a muse”. THat reminds me of Sylvia Plath. Did you know she was fucking psycho? Pssycho like that movie with James Caan. Wait no that’s misery. Misery misery misery. How did i get to misery from amuse? Hahahahahah that’s funny because it’s like a muse caused me misery! i’m so clever. Clever lever. Like tucker rocky.
amuse confuse abuse we do it all
amnuse friends family the same
we amuse all thing no matter the shame
amsing is funny sometimes i cry
people amuse me and i will laught until i die
all in all we love to amuse
amusing is fun we’ve done it all
At the beginning of time. There was a waiter. Not your ordinary waiter. No this waiter was the fouder of humanity. He served some wine, bread and even turn all kind of shit into fish. He presented it all as one nice amuse. Thank god.
D’amuse, j’adore des amuses. Een kleine lepel, gevuld met het beste wat de sjef bedenken kon. Glas wijn er bij, de avond kan beginnen. En so far, dit is de amuse van mijn schrijven.
A muse crept up behind me and with warm breath whispered into my ear, “I’ve been telling the secrets of the universe, are you FREAKING DEAF?!!”
the word of all teenagers everywhere. Gotta love to party all the time, and have un with your friends, huh?
What stupid people try to do when they get boring.
To amuse; how/ what is funny to one person may upset or anger another. Humour is very personal, and interestingly, doesn’t cross national boundaries unless you know the language.
The amusement must have been plain on her face because her friend suddenly scowled at her with a glare that could kill rhinos. “Sorry!” she apologized quickly. “It wasn’t funny…just…um.”
“Oh, come off it,” her friend snapped. “You’ve always loved seeing me embarrassed.”
“That’s not true.”
Amuse. I remember I took a cartooning class once, and the teacher said there had to be a purpose to our cartoons. Maybe it was a political cartoon. Or a religious one. Maybe it was to benefit and promote a certain cause or business.
But if you couldn’t think of a purpose, then you had to write down A-MUSE. I resented that A-MUSE. He made it seem like if your only purpose was to A-MUSE, you weren’t good enough. Thanks.
Glee filled the eye of the crazed maniac. He got a knife and slowly removed the fingers of a clerk. Screams of terror were heard throughout the store, but he came with his friends from the asylum. They skinner the staff for wearing white and gouged the eyes of those who wear black. What a happy place for the crazed maniac.
amuse brings a little smile to my face. I wasn’t expecting a verb. The minute I saw the word I split it into two: as muse. You need a muse to write. I think that way of seeing it as two words suited me better. That was what I wanted it to be… sometimes you have to accept things as they are.
The rattle’s purpose was always to amuse the child. For the child to learn early on that, for there to be results, there needs to be shaking.
funny, laughter, clowns who are not that funny and ugly .
Ourselves with the Glass Menagerie? Play those records you father left us as a painful reminder of him?
Sorry. That was just on my mind I guess. That’s a very good play.
my dad saw to it that i wouldn’t be called by my real name- the one my mother chose. when i went to school the teacher had a third name for me. small wonder then that she had had to fling things at me to gain my attention! Then when i esposed life with the tinkers- wouldn’t ya know it! But this one took the biscuit…
i am amused by your love.. You make me smile.. You are so fine..
You have a cat on the floor, a book on the door, and at the window I see more
Amused by your trying
You try to get to me, you keep planning
You plan for the cake, you plan for the date
Amused
I am amused by your laughter
Amused by the after
Amused that you care
Amused that you’re there
Amused
Amused by the yellow telephone
Amused that you eat all your rib bones
Amused
Amuse
“We are not amused….”
Amusement park.
I’ve always had dreams about amusement parks. When I was young they were dark dreams. Funhouses mostly. I don’t have as many of those darker dreams nowadays, but I dream about amusement parks very often.
Lots of times it’s about Disney. – Except it’s not Disney. But in the dream it is. And sometimes it happens to be one that’s close by and open seasonally. Why it’s specifically Disney in those cases and not just any o’le amusement park I’m not sure. Sometimes there are water parks next door too which I’m always trying to figure out how to fit in. Very often there’s something about a main roller coaster I want to go on, but as with the real Disney, the park is large, some lines are long, meeting up with people is complicated, and there never seems to be enough time to get everything in when and how I’d like.
Sometimes I’m there when the park opens and there aren’t many people yet. Sometimes I “remember” about the park late in the day and wonder if it’s worth it to go for a couple of hours before the park closes… will I get enough done in that short time to justify the cost of the ticket… is even that little bit better than nothing…. will it be a waste of time and money for only a few hours since – with walking, and lines and all – I’ll probably only get to do ONE ride before closing.
Time management, theme parks, and getting everything in I want to do seem to be the common themes in these dreams. And a longing of some kind. Wanting to be able to fit in what I want “this time” and not leaving feeling like I’ve missed out on what I really wanted to do most, again.
i am amused by your love.. You make me smile.. You are so fine..
You have a cat on the floor, a book on the door, and at the window I see more
Amused by your trying
You try to get to me, you keep planning
You plan for the cake, you plan for the date
Amused
I have 2 dogs, I am constantly amused by their antics. Mostly annoyed, but every now and then they do something that I just can’t help but laugh about. I love them to bits and i wouldn’t trade them for the world. Pets bring such pleasure to our lives, I couldn’t imagine being without my dog.
The little girl pouted her small, rosy lips as she rubbed her sore knees. “what did you do that for?” she yelled at the boy with shining blonde hair standing before her. “Because I can and I think you’re ugly!” he smirked, amusement shown in his eyes. “That’s not very nice, you can’t just push people down to the ground like that!” The little girl said pushing herself off the ground and wiping the imaginary dirt off her shoulders. “I just said I can. Your yelling amuses me.” The little boy smirked and ran away.
something you rarely do, with your lips set like that, like cold stone. i think i saw you laugh once, but it chilled me and i really would rather you never tried again. at least sat like that cold and unmoving i can pretend you are dead, or art, or something. don’t speak to me.
I would say that I was amuse at seeing some photos of me when I was in primary school.What an innocent sweet little angel I was. I could not hold back the laughter that erupted when I took another glance at it.
elke asks, “did their deaths amuse you? “
She sat on the park bench, watching the street performers jump around in funny costumes. She was highly amused.
The park was full of people, happy faces, delightful laughter. This was the perfect summer’s day.
She gazed at the magazine pages for slight amusement; sitting beside a clean white bed of an unresponsive beloved bore few pleasures.
to make people laugh or have fun.
to be amused at someone or something. eg/ to like the fact that the girl is shy and it amuses him.
something that pleases someone.
We sat across the table from one another, pulling faces and laughing loudly, not caring that the rest of the cafe was quiet, except for in our corner.
“Do that face again, grandpa,” my grandson said, his grin showing off his missing two front teeth.
I crossed my eyes and stuck my tongue out, causing his little face to contort in delight. Spending weekends with my grandson had to be the most amusing times I had in 65 years.
Count D was amused. Seeing how Leon tried to tame his new dog made him smile his thin, chinese smile. And it somehow made him feel warm deep inside. He didn’t know why but he had started feeling for the officer in a very strange way long time ago.
i liked to be amused, i also like a band which is called Muse, but i will add a to the beggining to it spells amuse, oh yes i love trolling, it amuses me, i also like aids as they amuse me sooo much amuse amuse amuse amuse amuse is trolling :3 amuse amuse amuse
She had a smirk on her face, as if his words were bordering on amusing. Little did she know that he already had a plan to trap her into his clever scam. This was just his way of showing a bit of charm, to set the scene for what lay ahead. And it seemed to be working…
there was a cat that amused me. he kept running and jumping on all the furniture. one day he jumped so high he flew and went through the roof and into the sky. he came back down with a whole bunch of alien friends and beat people up
It truly amused her, the power of superstition. So many doubted it but after all the times she had seen it have an impact on things she had to wonder if it wasn’t actually accurate. Perhaps it was simply the human will that controlled and influenced the universe.
amuse me with your words
thrill me with your passion
abuse me with your eyes
feel me with your skin
know me with your heart
understand me with your head
kill me with your soul
love me when i’m dead
“You want me to amuse you?”
“Yes, I want you to amuse me.”
“Exactly how am I supposed to do that?”
“Don’t worry – all you have to do is be yourself. You are very amusing in your own right.”
I don’t find amusement in pain, merely sadness, so don’t laugh because this isn’t funny.
There is a cat we love to call Puss Pussculus
His mews do not at all amuse Mus Musculus
Yet every pip and squeak he hears from dear Mus Musculus
Are music to the ears of our Puss Pussculus
By the wiz that he waz
i could amuse you
if i tried
well i think i could anyway
…
maybe i couldn’t
at any rate i haven’t the heart to try