Banks are okay, I guess. I don’t really care about them. I mean they always replace my favorite restaurants, which I hate. I mean why do we need so many?? Why can’t we all just go to a couple different banks?? I guess society is complicated now a days. I guess it’s mostly because they all offer different stuff. But can’t they just stop conning everyone and be fair? It would make much more sense that way.
There are too many banks in the world, and they’re killing our babies. Too many of the magpie-infested banks kill us all too many times in this sentence. When will they break? Who knows… I know I do. But one thing’s for sure, banks will never become obselite, until we all come to our grips.
She looked up and down the banks of the creek. Nothing moved. Only the faint bubbling of the water broke the silence. Slowly, she dipped her foot into the coolness. In the darkness, the blood on her hands shined black. She crouched down to the water, tore a a clump of moss from the mud and began to scrub her hands and legs. Slowly, hot drops from her silent eyes trickled down into the running water. The moss moved more violently now against the soft skin. Faster, faster, back and forth. Wash it away. Wash the sin away.
Banks? Banks suck. A lot. They steal money from the common people and they take it for themselves. And then they’ll file bankruptcy. How does a bank file bankruptcy? It’s a bank! The amount of sense that makes is close to none. Banks suck.
There’s an idyllic spot near my house, down through the bush, where the trees peter out into a little clearing. The grass sweeps down a slope and you find yourself standing on the side of a creek that bubbles along to the edge of nowhere.
The banks of the river were muddy, cracking in the sun when the water was low. The hawk eyed the fish trapped in the small pools created by the cracks, biding his time until the pool was almost gone, evaporating in the summer heat. His dinner laid out for him, warmed in the sun and tasting of despair.
But the wee fish had a friend in the universe after all, and with a crack of thunder it began to rain…
Banks can be great. They can be horrible. It depends on the mission of the bank. If their mission is to make money, they tend to be horrible. If their mission is to help people, be in the people business, they tend to be great.
Banks have been screwing us over for years. From overdraft fees to sky rocketing interest rates; we need another system for keeping our money secure and away from these thieves.
money is stored in these buildings and people can get mortgages and other money. deposits and transactions are made and there are many through out the nation. not always are they good though. there are many different branches of banks and people will sometimes aim to rob them because of their significant amount of cash. people can owe the bank money or sometimes not trust the bank.
Aw man its carzy how banks rob people of their money. Today they control most of the worlds money and they just usse debt to create money, I mean debt is indeed money and somehow they are able to create this stuff from nothing. Loans are what keeps them moving but if we all take our money at the same time we can bring them down.
money line waiting i need to put money in it so I can do fun things. i want to travel and i need money to do so. i hope they don’t screw the world over.
She didn’t know what to do. Looking at all the forms before her, each filled with figures and numbers, she had no idea which to choose. They all promised the same thing, yet none of the banks before her promised what she really wanted; a safe place for her money.
Standing along the banks of the river, it wasn’t enough for me.
I needed the salty ocean air, the wind in my face, the feeling of irresponsibility and a carefree life.
I wanted to get away so badly, and all it took was getting in the car and driving.
But I had nowhere to go.
Banks are funny. You give your money to someone to hold and you trust them- someone you’ve never met, yet you won’t give even one cent of it to someone who is in need.
-sarah.
my mom and dad goes there. i want to have an account there but i am afraid they will be robbed. i don’t trust them. they get robbed a lot. how do they hire people and not know they are part of a big scam to rob them? i want to work there
I just did this and it is annoying. Are you only allowed one word per day? I certainly hope not because I have been in some sort of writing funk for almost a week now. Typically I am writing thousands of words per day… perhaps I’ve overworked myself.
When at the bank i witnessed the teller yelling at a woman like a crack dealer yelling at his costumer who won’t pay up. It’s crazy to believe that people can be like that; but they can. money is almost all that matters.
The banks of the river were overrun with grass and weeds. This made them excellent hiding places for snakes and frogs, and really what ever creature wished to hide there.
Banks do nothing but steal your money. I want my money back. I also am reminded of the movie Mary Poppins. Now i want to go fly a kite. And I have no kite. Great. Just great.
as i break into the third bank my heart stops. Inside are children, there are never supposed to be children. That was my only reservation when I signed my contract. Children were to be left out of it. It was supposed to be all about the money and never the people involved. Just a simple robbery. What now had I gotten myself into.
“I’ve never understood the purpose of banks.Your money in the care of a bunch of strangers who take some away to continue to keeping it,”she said with a thoughtful expression traced across her face.She quickly smiled and looked back in my direction,”As you can tell,I like to always see my money.”And she was not lying her body was literally being weighed down by all the expensive clothing and jewels that screamed privileged upper class lady..at a rather deafening pitch.
The banks of the river that traverse the landscape,.. bring life through much needed water, irrigation and a place to do ones daily business – whether that be washing, swimming, gathering with friends and foe… it’s the life line to many villages and their inhabitants.. their lifeline
They always loved to sit by the river, dipping their feet in the muddy banks – ever since they were children, when Ed would kick mud at her, laughing when she got mad. Their children did the same so many years later, and they would smile at each other as they washed the mud from the little faces.
money money money honey thats all we think about is all that money. and what is it worth anyway? paper. just a lot `of paper. green paper. sometimes pink. pink is a nice color though. can it buy us happiness? no but it can pay my college tuition. thats a lot of happiness. money money money so much money honey.
i went to the bank on a very sunny day last september. little did i know that i was going to end up the hopeless victim of a robbery in action. i remember it as if it was yesterday. i walked into the bank, the cool air conditioning tousled my auburn hair.
After everything he had been through, after everything he had seen, after all his travels and all the people he met, and he still didn’t have anything to call his own. He blamed the banks — not that they had done anything to him personally. Not that they had done anything at all actually. He just wanted something to point the finger at. And it’s so easy to point at banks.
They started off as a good idea… keeping everyone’s money in a safe place where they could actively invest it and make a profit. Furthermore, there would be no loans. however, the greed of banks have ruined out economy and caused a lot of today’s problems
I went to the bank today. To deposit money into my mother’s account. I never thought I would be the one to help support my mother through these ‘hard times’.
Selfishness comes over me.
I feel resentment and anger, mixed with extremely concern and a bit of softness. I wish the only banks in my life were the water banks of the Caribbean or the Pacific Islands that are too small for a map to see…
I hate banks.But I have to get my money from there. They remind me of huge currupt corporations. I want to keep my money under my mattress but I keep thinking about that woman who lost her life savings in a house fire. Or the one who got her mattress thrown out. Fuck it I guess ‘lil use those goddamn banks. I also hate the atmosphere…. and every time I go into one I fear being robbed. But if it was by te joker I suppose I wouldnt mind.
I went to the bank the other day and the teller was super friendly. She helped me with all my problems, and I definitely would recommend her to anyone. I was so surprised, because I guess I thought that all bank tellers are grumpy and stuck in jobs they hate. Proved me wrong. Way to go, girl. Way to go! Represent your profession!
Banks are okay, I guess. I don’t really care about them. I mean they always replace my favorite restaurants, which I hate. I mean why do we need so many?? Why can’t we all just go to a couple different banks?? I guess society is complicated now a days. I guess it’s mostly because they all offer different stuff. But can’t they just stop conning everyone and be fair? It would make much more sense that way.
There are too many banks in the world, and they’re killing our babies. Too many of the magpie-infested banks kill us all too many times in this sentence. When will they break? Who knows… I know I do. But one thing’s for sure, banks will never become obselite, until we all come to our grips.
Banks are so mysterious. We work for this cash and turn it into digits at the bank. I understand why they’re here, but at the same time I don’t.
money scary superior mysterious friendly purposeless pointless problems convenient inconvenient task chore errand
She looked up and down the banks of the creek. Nothing moved. Only the faint bubbling of the water broke the silence. Slowly, she dipped her foot into the coolness. In the darkness, the blood on her hands shined black. She crouched down to the water, tore a a clump of moss from the mud and began to scrub her hands and legs. Slowly, hot drops from her silent eyes trickled down into the running water. The moss moved more violently now against the soft skin. Faster, faster, back and forth. Wash it away. Wash the sin away.
Banks? Banks suck. A lot. They steal money from the common people and they take it for themselves. And then they’ll file bankruptcy. How does a bank file bankruptcy? It’s a bank! The amount of sense that makes is close to none. Banks suck.
Banks.
Money . Lots of Money.
If I could teleport, I would teleport into a bank.
Yay! Banks
Money. Well you see , those jobs at banks aren’t fun. Boo!
There’s an idyllic spot near my house, down through the bush, where the trees peter out into a little clearing. The grass sweeps down a slope and you find yourself standing on the side of a creek that bubbles along to the edge of nowhere.
cat ran up scary mountain there he saw a hobo called eddie sleeping with a dinosaur wearing a hat
The banks of the river were muddy, cracking in the sun when the water was low. The hawk eyed the fish trapped in the small pools created by the cracks, biding his time until the pool was almost gone, evaporating in the summer heat. His dinner laid out for him, warmed in the sun and tasting of despair.
But the wee fish had a friend in the universe after all, and with a crack of thunder it began to rain…
Banks can be great. They can be horrible. It depends on the mission of the bank. If their mission is to make money, they tend to be horrible. If their mission is to help people, be in the people business, they tend to be great.
Banks have been screwing us over for years. From overdraft fees to sky rocketing interest rates; we need another system for keeping our money secure and away from these thieves.
money is stored in these buildings and people can get mortgages and other money. deposits and transactions are made and there are many through out the nation. not always are they good though. there are many different branches of banks and people will sometimes aim to rob them because of their significant amount of cash. people can owe the bank money or sometimes not trust the bank.
Aw man its carzy how banks rob people of their money. Today they control most of the worlds money and they just usse debt to create money, I mean debt is indeed money and somehow they are able to create this stuff from nothing. Loans are what keeps them moving but if we all take our money at the same time we can bring them down.
money line waiting i need to put money in it so I can do fun things. i want to travel and i need money to do so. i hope they don’t screw the world over.
She didn’t know what to do. Looking at all the forms before her, each filled with figures and numbers, she had no idea which to choose. They all promised the same thing, yet none of the banks before her promised what she really wanted; a safe place for her money.
Standing along the banks of the river, it wasn’t enough for me.
I needed the salty ocean air, the wind in my face, the feeling of irresponsibility and a carefree life.
I wanted to get away so badly, and all it took was getting in the car and driving.
But I had nowhere to go.
Banks are funny. You give your money to someone to hold and you trust them- someone you’ve never met, yet you won’t give even one cent of it to someone who is in need.
-sarah.
my mom and dad goes there. i want to have an account there but i am afraid they will be robbed. i don’t trust them. they get robbed a lot. how do they hire people and not know they are part of a big scam to rob them? i want to work there
I just did this and it is annoying. Are you only allowed one word per day? I certainly hope not because I have been in some sort of writing funk for almost a week now. Typically I am writing thousands of words per day… perhaps I’ve overworked myself.
When at the bank i witnessed the teller yelling at a woman like a crack dealer yelling at his costumer who won’t pay up. It’s crazy to believe that people can be like that; but they can. money is almost all that matters.
gtrast busieness when the getyou tehysuck
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The banks of the river were overrun with grass and weeds. This made them excellent hiding places for snakes and frogs, and really what ever creature wished to hide there.
Banks do nothing but steal your money. I want my money back. I also am reminded of the movie Mary Poppins. Now i want to go fly a kite. And I have no kite. Great. Just great.
Money, robbers, lots of people, stress, wrong decisions are being made, too clean, suits, occasional robbers, no trees, no flowers, no life,
I left my wallet at the bank….I don’t think i can get it back now cuz its dark and the front enterance is locked down. What should I do?
as i break into the third bank my heart stops. Inside are children, there are never supposed to be children. That was my only reservation when I signed my contract. Children were to be left out of it. It was supposed to be all about the money and never the people involved. Just a simple robbery. What now had I gotten myself into.
The river washes, taking from one place, giving in another. A sort of equalizer, nature’s Robin Hood.
“I’ve never understood the purpose of banks.Your money in the care of a bunch of strangers who take some away to continue to keeping it,”she said with a thoughtful expression traced across her face.She quickly smiled and looked back in my direction,”As you can tell,I like to always see my money.”And she was not lying her body was literally being weighed down by all the expensive clothing and jewels that screamed privileged upper class lady..at a rather deafening pitch.
The banks of the river that traverse the landscape,.. bring life through much needed water, irrigation and a place to do ones daily business – whether that be washing, swimming, gathering with friends and foe… it’s the life line to many villages and their inhabitants.. their lifeline
They always loved to sit by the river, dipping their feet in the muddy banks – ever since they were children, when Ed would kick mud at her, laughing when she got mad. Their children did the same so many years later, and they would smile at each other as they washed the mud from the little faces.
I have been having the worst luck with banks. I keep switching out the good ones for the bad ones. All for $150, funny what I’ll do for money
Biggest ripoff too many fees and not lending any money when needed…..!
money money money honey thats all we think about is all that money. and what is it worth anyway? paper. just a lot `of paper. green paper. sometimes pink. pink is a nice color though. can it buy us happiness? no but it can pay my college tuition. thats a lot of happiness. money money money so much money honey.
i went to the bank on a very sunny day last september. little did i know that i was going to end up the hopeless victim of a robbery in action. i remember it as if it was yesterday. i walked into the bank, the cool air conditioning tousled my auburn hair.
After everything he had been through, after everything he had seen, after all his travels and all the people he met, and he still didn’t have anything to call his own. He blamed the banks — not that they had done anything to him personally. Not that they had done anything at all actually. He just wanted something to point the finger at. And it’s so easy to point at banks.
They started off as a good idea… keeping everyone’s money in a safe place where they could actively invest it and make a profit. Furthermore, there would be no loans. however, the greed of banks have ruined out economy and caused a lot of today’s problems
I went to the bank today. To deposit money into my mother’s account. I never thought I would be the one to help support my mother through these ‘hard times’.
Selfishness comes over me.
I feel resentment and anger, mixed with extremely concern and a bit of softness. I wish the only banks in my life were the water banks of the Caribbean or the Pacific Islands that are too small for a map to see…
money. sux
I hate banks.But I have to get my money from there. They remind me of huge currupt corporations. I want to keep my money under my mattress but I keep thinking about that woman who lost her life savings in a house fire. Or the one who got her mattress thrown out. Fuck it I guess ‘lil use those goddamn banks. I also hate the atmosphere…. and every time I go into one I fear being robbed. But if it was by te joker I suppose I wouldnt mind.
I went to the bank the other day and the teller was super friendly. She helped me with all my problems, and I definitely would recommend her to anyone. I was so surprised, because I guess I thought that all bank tellers are grumpy and stuck in jobs they hate. Proved me wrong. Way to go, girl. Way to go! Represent your profession!