Bank, what are they really good for. Do people really think that if you put your money in a bank that your money will be safe. It’s not safe unless you have it on your person.
Today i did not want to get up this morning. I was so tired that my body was aching i just wanted to fall back down. Sometimes i wish i could let my mind go to school and my body stay at home.
Romney and Ryan, king of the banks, want to run the world into their pockets. Money, money, money, Romney, Romney, Romney! If it’s all about the money, the more we’ll be about the ruin.
banks are playing a great role in increasing the living standards of people. hosue loans and car loans have really helped people to achieve better lives.
fuck the people who steal your soul and take your put money and you take it back like a moon in the night who steals away the stars behind the clouds. banks have nothing to do with this but they steal and we steal and the world is a fucking thief and money is expensive but not worth a cent
I remember on the banks of some unknown (or at least unremembered) Arizona river – yes they do exist, we sat one twilight evening and had a great talk and time together.
It was ages ago.
We don’t talk anymore. At all.
I still remember that evening, or at least how I felt then, with you. I still miss that.
I sat down. My legs hurt, but that didn’t stop the pigeons from attacking my toes. I tried to kick them, but that hurt even more, so I sat still. A few moments later, a young woman sat down beside me, a book in her hands. I was intrigued and forgot the pain at once.
banks? that is a terribly boring word. a bank….. i envision a place with money and business women… or a bank by a river. THIS WORD MEANS… nothing. to me atleast. fuck you bank.
The soggy banks of the river let my feet sink deeper. All I had to do was reach my bag which happened to be drowning in the middle of the river. Luke was already in, he’d dived, but from the other side and a long way down the river. I could see him, he was swimming up the river. Straight for me. Like a bee darting for the pollen in a flower.
I was sitting one night on the bank of a river in Budapest, drawing the city with my unexpert hand. It was my first time away from home on my own, wandering towards Central and Eastern Europe with no set destination. It had started off well, spending two or three days in each city with people I’d befriended on the internet, but I’d fallen on hard times and was sleeping rough. Later that night, two thugs attempted to attack me with a broken whisky bottle. I ran as quickly as my legs could take me, with them in hot pursuit. A kindly stranger gave me enough forints for a hostel room for a few days. A few days later I was home, and the whole month seemed like a dream.
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“if it is one thing I can’t stand it is those damn banks advertising that they made a profit. A profit from what? isn’t that a bit like charging too much money and not providing enough in return?” “yes” she replied” anything more that I can do for you today?””No” he said as he wandered away.
Banks have been around for ages in different forms. They have been basically started as a Give and take agency where we pawn something and get something else in return. They perform a lot of functions including lending money, safe gaurding money in modern times now.
The ability to love another is one that is often left deeply under appreciated. Imagine those who take stock of the ones they care about, investing their time and heart and care. The ones who get thrown back down when they meet the wrong partner. They are the strong ones.
Ich sitze dort am Flussufer und spüre. Spüre das Leben. Die Natur. Spüre wie schön es sein kann einfach wo zu sitzen und zu genießen. Das Leben und alles halt. Manchmal ist es einfach schön in der Natur zu sitzen und nichts zu tun. Das glaubt man dann auch nicht, bis man es tut. Aber es ist schön. Just try!
Put, lots of kindness in the bank of humanity and see, the interest soaring high like never before. Do something good just, to witness a great miracle.Lets get out there and give back something beautiful to the world, whose existence has been deposited within all of us :D
on the river banks
I found you without song
and
unless you are not a missing
I guess you’re still there sitting
waiting to be drifting
heading for a home
“Shannon, we have to do this!” Lucas grabbed my arm slightly stronger than needed.
I ripped his hand off of me 2No, Lucas, you need to do this, not we. No, in fact, you don’t need to do this.” My voice grew with anger “I DON’T WANT TO.”
Lucas grabbed me closer and whispered “Your making a scene you idiot. So smile and laugh.” I did as i was told but this would be the last time. I wouldn’t do what he said. I wouldn’t rob the bank.
it was a cold night when they arrived. they started outside the front of the building, unsure of what they were about to do. “are you sure we should be doing this? can’t we find the money another way?”
“no, we can’t. its either this, or she dies”.
“fuck.”
they grabbed their masks, and their bats. they came around to the front of the bank, and smashed the windows in. that’s when the alarm went off, and their hearts jumped out of their throats.
“no. NO! i thought you said this bank was old, that there WERE no alarms set in place yet! THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING!”
banks keep an account of your money . dey are the places where one can keep his or her money safe . they providde not only financial security but keeps oneself relieved from tensions related money safety and security …. they are safe to hold money but mney grows at a very slow rate
Someday I’ll gonna have my own bank. A bank of my own… like italize the word my own. It’s full of money and all I gotta have to do is to spend it. But, the money wouldn’t run out. Yes, it wouldn’t.
banks are used to manipulate people and keep them in debt. We are all slaves to the banks, well to be more specific, to the bankers, the elite, the top 1%.
Ich kann nicht verstehen, wie Leute immer noch für Banken arbeiten können. Besonders solche die, wie die Deutsche Bank, sich an Lebensmittelspekulationen der übelsten Sorte beteiligen. Was macht Raphael bei ihnen? Ist er wirklich so dumm und ignorant und auf Profit aus? Macht die ESB das aus den Menschen oder sind die Menschen schon so, wenn sie zur ESB gehen?
I told her that there were no banks out there that held other versions of herself. She was who she was, but she didn’t believe me. She travelled and withdrew a different version of herself, a version who now thinks nothing of her old best friend.
Bank, what are they really good for. Do people really think that if you put your money in a bank that your money will be safe. It’s not safe unless you have it on your person.
Today i did not want to get up this morning. I was so tired that my body was aching i just wanted to fall back down. Sometimes i wish i could let my mind go to school and my body stay at home.
Romney and Ryan, king of the banks, want to run the world into their pockets. Money, money, money, Romney, Romney, Romney! If it’s all about the money, the more we’ll be about the ruin.
money go in banks
all river has banks
Banks are alot of robbers targets. They never get away though. Banks also have alot of money stored in them. A bank is a big place.
banks
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i put my money in a bank, but later took it out because i was scared that they was going to rip me off with my money. so I put it in a safe.
banks are playing a great role in increasing the living standards of people. hosue loans and car loans have really helped people to achieve better lives.
fuck the people who steal your soul and take your put money and you take it back like a moon in the night who steals away the stars behind the clouds. banks have nothing to do with this but they steal and we steal and the world is a fucking thief and money is expensive but not worth a cent
I remember on the banks of some unknown (or at least unremembered) Arizona river – yes they do exist, we sat one twilight evening and had a great talk and time together.
It was ages ago.
We don’t talk anymore. At all.
I still remember that evening, or at least how I felt then, with you. I still miss that.
I still miss you.
I sat down. My legs hurt, but that didn’t stop the pigeons from attacking my toes. I tried to kick them, but that hurt even more, so I sat still. A few moments later, a young woman sat down beside me, a book in her hands. I was intrigued and forgot the pain at once.
man I got them banks…..
banks? that is a terribly boring word. a bank….. i envision a place with money and business women… or a bank by a river. THIS WORD MEANS… nothing. to me atleast. fuck you bank.
money in weird safes and business people with tight grey skirts and buns on their heads
a river bank
The soggy banks of the river let my feet sink deeper. All I had to do was reach my bag which happened to be drowning in the middle of the river. Luke was already in, he’d dived, but from the other side and a long way down the river. I could see him, he was swimming up the river. Straight for me. Like a bee darting for the pollen in a flower.
They ar finacial intermediaries, that help lenders as well as borrowers. They lessen transaction cost and risk. They hold my money. haha!
I was sitting one night on the bank of a river in Budapest, drawing the city with my unexpert hand. It was my first time away from home on my own, wandering towards Central and Eastern Europe with no set destination. It had started off well, spending two or three days in each city with people I’d befriended on the internet, but I’d fallen on hard times and was sleeping rough. Later that night, two thugs attempted to attack me with a broken whisky bottle. I ran as quickly as my legs could take me, with them in hot pursuit. A kindly stranger gave me enough forints for a hostel room for a few days. A few days later I was home, and the whole month seemed like a dream.
Hu, what a topic!
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GIve an man a gun and he can rob a bank. Give a man a bank and he can rob the world. Capatalism and hierachy.
“if it is one thing I can’t stand it is those damn banks advertising that they made a profit. A profit from what? isn’t that a bit like charging too much money and not providing enough in return?” “yes” she replied” anything more that I can do for you today?””No” he said as he wandered away.
Our banks ,I believe have for too long sought to deprived us of our hard earned money, by making us pay for having it save in their vaults.
Banks have been around for ages in different forms. They have been basically started as a Give and take agency where we pawn something and get something else in return. They perform a lot of functions including lending money, safe gaurding money in modern times now.
The ability to love another is one that is often left deeply under appreciated. Imagine those who take stock of the ones they care about, investing their time and heart and care. The ones who get thrown back down when they meet the wrong partner. They are the strong ones.
Ich sitze dort am Flussufer und spüre. Spüre das Leben. Die Natur. Spüre wie schön es sein kann einfach wo zu sitzen und zu genießen. Das Leben und alles halt. Manchmal ist es einfach schön in der Natur zu sitzen und nichts zu tun. Das glaubt man dann auch nicht, bis man es tut. Aber es ist schön. Just try!
Put, lots of kindness in the bank of humanity and see, the interest soaring high like never before. Do something good just, to witness a great miracle.Lets get out there and give back something beautiful to the world, whose existence has been deposited within all of us :D
Banks keep money and turn it into nothing for us. But by the time the interest hits…they’ve lost money too. Another form of exchange might be nice.
And keep the tellers safe please Lord.
Banks.
There’s a bank downtown, which we often stop by, just for the ATM. It looks cheep and the pictures on the outside are blurry and bad.
what up with you?.
on the river banks
I found you without song
and
unless you are not a missing
I guess you’re still there sitting
waiting to be drifting
heading for a home
“Shannon, we have to do this!” Lucas grabbed my arm slightly stronger than needed.
I ripped his hand off of me 2No, Lucas, you need to do this, not we. No, in fact, you don’t need to do this.” My voice grew with anger “I DON’T WANT TO.”
Lucas grabbed me closer and whispered “Your making a scene you idiot. So smile and laugh.” I did as i was told but this would be the last time. I wouldn’t do what he said. I wouldn’t rob the bank.
it was a cold night when they arrived. they started outside the front of the building, unsure of what they were about to do. “are you sure we should be doing this? can’t we find the money another way?”
“no, we can’t. its either this, or she dies”.
“fuck.”
they grabbed their masks, and their bats. they came around to the front of the bank, and smashed the windows in. that’s when the alarm went off, and their hearts jumped out of their throats.
“no. NO! i thought you said this bank was old, that there WERE no alarms set in place yet! THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING!”
Banks. River Banks. Blood Banks. Food Banks. Flock. People. To the banks.
banks keep an account of your money . dey are the places where one can keep his or her money safe . they providde not only financial security but keeps oneself relieved from tensions related money safety and security …. they are safe to hold money but mney grows at a very slow rate
Someday I’ll gonna have my own bank. A bank of my own… like italize the word my own. It’s full of money and all I gotta have to do is to spend it. But, the money wouldn’t run out. Yes, it wouldn’t.
banks are crowded
corporate greed. what is going on? how can we be secure in this day and age?
money money money – shouldnt live in an economy
banks are used to manipulate people and keep them in debt. We are all slaves to the banks, well to be more specific, to the bankers, the elite, the top 1%.
Ich kann nicht verstehen, wie Leute immer noch für Banken arbeiten können. Besonders solche die, wie die Deutsche Bank, sich an Lebensmittelspekulationen der übelsten Sorte beteiligen. Was macht Raphael bei ihnen? Ist er wirklich so dumm und ignorant und auf Profit aus? Macht die ESB das aus den Menschen oder sind die Menschen schon so, wenn sie zur ESB gehen?
I told her that there were no banks out there that held other versions of herself. She was who she was, but she didn’t believe me. She travelled and withdrew a different version of herself, a version who now thinks nothing of her old best friend.