cells are present in the human body, infact they r present in any organism’s body and they constitute the nervous system of a living organism. im going real scientific about this. lets look at it frm a different angle. cells …they can be prison cells,,, dat reminds me that prison break has been one of my favourite shows on television. Cells could also be battery cells which are commonly used in all battery driven electronic devices like remotes,cameras,etc. okay cant remember what else i can relate this word to in such little time…so nw u work ur mind !!
Everything is made up of cells. The leaves on the trees, the fingers used to type this. Splitting and morphing and growing. I often wonder if we could corrupt our cells and morph into something else. From a human to a cat, or a sloth, or other person.
mindless automatons mindlessly replicating. cells are cells to other cells. there is no escape. what if you were a claustrophobic cell. then you just autolyse
Cells are important to living and life and stuff because without cells we wouldn’t be here, like cellphones pretty much get people through the day because i mean how many of you would be lost without your cellphone? Constantly checking those pockets like I do? Feeling slightly incomplete?
cells? well they remind me of my biology lesson in which we studied cells, they are the smallest functional unit of any organism, what else can be said about cells. They are also the batteries that make the remote to the TV work. :) i will not think more rapidly now! that’s it!
Kiss him from the neck to the chest to the belly to the legs, then lick your way up again, The cells can drip out of your mouth, honey, but that still doesn’t make them yours. The truth is you’re gonna make a lot of men miserable, so many that you won’t want to keep them all.
Under the microscope, the tainted cells became visible. The pain in the pit of her stomach suddenly jolted her food up into her oesophagus. Quickly she swallowed. This was not what she was expecting.
Oh, yeah! I know this one. A neghbour passing by, asking me, a 10-year old: what book are you reading now? and me saying: Cell in a cell, or where did I come from? Puzzled look on her face. I was interested in cells and DNA, which I could pronounce, the whole word, not just the abbreviation!
tiny like blood cells
how can that compose a body
how can that make things work
cells
tiny little spaces
holding people in
how can they treat them like that
cells
tiny little boxes
filled with numbers
how can that organize your life
Fast as lightning Drake grabbed Suzanne’s throat and growled…”What did you do with her?” Suzanne did not even flinch. “You need to go back, the Castle is now empty”…”Where is she?” Drake grip tightened. “She is safe, in the dungeon cells, she cannot leave but she is safe from harm”.
dividing endlessly, a cycle of life on a microscopic scale to the macroscopic world, but that is macroscopic in scale to an entire existence much smaller then its self.
cells like cages for the dna at their center. is my room a cell? theyre named after the tiny cells monks would inhabit when the tiny boxes were discovered. so technically my room is acell. i guess.
The tissue samples from the test subjects were still degenerating and faster than anticipated. If Dr. Wallis didn’t find a viable antidote to the virus soon, all the patients were going to die slow and agonizing deaths. There had to be a solution, someway to make the compound hold, to bypass their over active white blood cells, but what was it?
He tried not to think about his friends – what they were doing right now, pushing through the crowd, the heat. He knew his role and he was going to play it. He felt bulky and ungainly as he made his way up the steps to where the flag snapped in the breeze, his fingers at his waist, feeling for the switch.
Cells. It’s everything in this world.
Let’s go back to history. Robert Hooke was the one who coined the term “cells” once he found little box like things inside a cork tissue. Ever since then, we have used that word to describe what living things are composed of.
Cells are the most basic structure of life. We, and all the other living things in this world are composed of billions and billions of cells…
Marcus was looking across the hallway at the other cells. He could not believe he had been inside his own cell for nearly twenty years. How had the world changed in that time? He could not even imagine the advances yet his cell had not changed at all. Not once in twenty years. His cell was now his entire world.
round and many linking and friends growing and being around me in me . Happy splitting full of food and machinery. Total scientific just so just as they should be.
Our body, are told are made up of millions of cells . There are the building block of the organs. Each cell are dependent on each other. God is the maker of mankind and he alone is must be praise for this marvelous creation.
The cell is the functional basic unit of life. It was discovered by Robert Hooke and is the functional unit of all known living organisms. It is the smallest unit of life that is classified as a living thing, and is often called the building block of life.
in me. in you. in every living thing. cells. gelatinous blobs of life. throbbing. pulsing. breathing. thinking. dreaming. worrying. cells. and what if we are all cells in one giant organism?
It was eight o’clock and the light was dimming as I walked past the cells. I heard faint sounds coming from some of them, from others only and eerie silence. I hurried on.
His quiet footprints echoed slightly in the halls as his gaze fell upon the cells placed carefully side-by-side on the walls. Each was individual, a rarity, and each told a story. There were hundreds upon hundreds lined on the walls of the brightly illuminated hall, and he wished he had time to examine them all – each thread, each piece, a key to understanding the whole.
Cells, as in a prison cell or as in the tiny little prticles that make us human beings up. Lets take prison cells, not that ive ever been in one but there is a reason its called a prison cell.. From what ive seen adn heard they arent that pleasant are they? this tiny little room closed up by metal bars , such a depressing sight from the outside, imagine being on the toher side of those bars.. Living day in and day out, locked in, noone to socialize with, nothing to entertain yourself with, and why? because youve commited a crime which you may or may not be able to justify.. I would love to get a chance to talk to every prisoner about why hthey are behind those cells. I do belive that they should be punished but i do not belive that a prison cell is the answer, it would probably just build up anger, hatred, confusion, depression, isolation and nothing that rreally gives them the chance to feel like what they did iwas the wrong way to handle the situation they were in.. On the other hand, Human body cells, well thats just a miracle isnt it?! how small are those particles? how can those tiny little particles form such vast , complex beings such as ourselves..
they’re at our heart; in our minds; they define us; make us what we are. At the smallest level we are only dust, small cells, tiny pieces which when combined, make us who we are. We’re all just a big mess of little building blocks.
This could be cells in prison, dark and frightening places full of frightened men and sweat. Or tiny cells in my body, essential living things that make me who I am. interesting that the same word has evolved such different meanings. maybe there is a poem here.
cells are present in the human body, infact they r present in any organism’s body and they constitute the nervous system of a living organism. im going real scientific about this. lets look at it frm a different angle. cells …they can be prison cells,,, dat reminds me that prison break has been one of my favourite shows on television. Cells could also be battery cells which are commonly used in all battery driven electronic devices like remotes,cameras,etc. okay cant remember what else i can relate this word to in such little time…so nw u work ur mind !!
Everything is made up of cells. The leaves on the trees, the fingers used to type this. Splitting and morphing and growing. I often wonder if we could corrupt our cells and morph into something else. From a human to a cat, or a sloth, or other person.
mindless automatons mindlessly replicating. cells are cells to other cells. there is no escape. what if you were a claustrophobic cell. then you just autolyse
Cells are important to living and life and stuff because without cells we wouldn’t be here, like cellphones pretty much get people through the day because i mean how many of you would be lost without your cellphone? Constantly checking those pockets like I do? Feeling slightly incomplete?
Cells; prison cells, biological cells. All containing something/body.What is the outcome for what is contained?
cells? well they remind me of my biology lesson in which we studied cells, they are the smallest functional unit of any organism, what else can be said about cells. They are also the batteries that make the remote to the TV work. :) i will not think more rapidly now! that’s it!
Kiss him from the neck to the chest to the belly to the legs, then lick your way up again, The cells can drip out of your mouth, honey, but that still doesn’t make them yours. The truth is you’re gonna make a lot of men miserable, so many that you won’t want to keep them all.
i like cells,because cells are important to lives.Without them,there is no life around the world.it’s cells which make the world beautiful.
human being is made of cells.cells are essential for lives.
The cells are like tiles to contruct a house. But with the cells you contruct your body.
Tiny, tiny, building blocks of what we call brilliance, pain, and tragedy now. Yet our feelings are for ourself, nothing else can make those up.
Under the microscope, the tainted cells became visible. The pain in the pit of her stomach suddenly jolted her food up into her oesophagus. Quickly she swallowed. This was not what she was expecting.
cells growing into something… what do they know about their future? Do they know the chances they are emerging into?
Oh, yeah! I know this one. A neghbour passing by, asking me, a 10-year old: what book are you reading now? and me saying: Cell in a cell, or where did I come from? Puzzled look on her face. I was interested in cells and DNA, which I could pronounce, the whole word, not just the abbreviation!
tiny like blood cells
how can that compose a body
how can that make things work
cells
tiny little spaces
holding people in
how can they treat them like that
cells
tiny little boxes
filled with numbers
how can that organize your life
Fast as lightning Drake grabbed Suzanne’s throat and growled…”What did you do with her?” Suzanne did not even flinch. “You need to go back, the Castle is now empty”…”Where is she?” Drake grip tightened. “She is safe, in the dungeon cells, she cannot leave but she is safe from harm”.
O what a grand description of life. O what a strange study.
dividing endlessly, a cycle of life on a microscopic scale to the macroscopic world, but that is macroscopic in scale to an entire existence much smaller then its self.
Prison cells. White blood cells. Cell Phones. All helpful in our society, always taken for granite.
single celled organism. corke. monks. prison. danger. boxes, squares, shapes. grid. biology. omeba. mouth anus. tissue. citoplasum. chloroplast. brain. skin. organelles endoplasmic reticulum dna rna fructose
cells like cages for the dna at their center. is my room a cell? theyre named after the tiny cells monks would inhabit when the tiny boxes were discovered. so technically my room is acell. i guess.
The tissue samples from the test subjects were still degenerating and faster than anticipated. If Dr. Wallis didn’t find a viable antidote to the virus soon, all the patients were going to die slow and agonizing deaths. There had to be a solution, someway to make the compound hold, to bypass their over active white blood cells, but what was it?
les canins de vos
maléfique de tant…
assoifée jamais rivé
Plasma, biology, singular, eukaryotic, prokaryotic, jail, death row, The Green Mile, living, non-living, Tom Hanks,
He tried not to think about his friends – what they were doing right now, pushing through the crowd, the heat. He knew his role and he was going to play it. He felt bulky and ungainly as he made his way up the steps to where the flag snapped in the breeze, his fingers at his waist, feeling for the switch.
Cells. It’s everything in this world.
Let’s go back to history. Robert Hooke was the one who coined the term “cells” once he found little box like things inside a cork tissue. Ever since then, we have used that word to describe what living things are composed of.
Cells are the most basic structure of life. We, and all the other living things in this world are composed of billions and billions of cells…
They are crackling with the electric current of hope. Temporarily immortal, the DNA is on fire, wanting to surpass humanness. And death.
Marcus was looking across the hallway at the other cells. He could not believe he had been inside his own cell for nearly twenty years. How had the world changed in that time? He could not even imagine the advances yet his cell had not changed at all. Not once in twenty years. His cell was now his entire world.
a cell is a place of contamination for the bad and the harmful .
round and many linking and friends growing and being around me in me . Happy splitting full of food and machinery. Total scientific just so just as they should be.
Our body, are told are made up of millions of cells . There are the building block of the organs. Each cell are dependent on each other. God is the maker of mankind and he alone is must be praise for this marvelous creation.
The cell is the functional basic unit of life. It was discovered by Robert Hooke and is the functional unit of all known living organisms. It is the smallest unit of life that is classified as a living thing, and is often called the building block of life.
in me. in you. in every living thing. cells. gelatinous blobs of life. throbbing. pulsing. breathing. thinking. dreaming. worrying. cells. and what if we are all cells in one giant organism?
Dark cells pass by.
A sudden ray of white bright sunshine in my eye.
Then everything’s back.
Toilette sit and a hard bed. Rock walls and cells.
It was eight o’clock and the light was dimming as I walked past the cells. I heard faint sounds coming from some of them, from others only and eerie silence. I hurried on.
His quiet footprints echoed slightly in the halls as his gaze fell upon the cells placed carefully side-by-side on the walls. Each was individual, a rarity, and each told a story. There were hundreds upon hundreds lined on the walls of the brightly illuminated hall, and he wished he had time to examine them all – each thread, each piece, a key to understanding the whole.
Cells, as in a prison cell or as in the tiny little prticles that make us human beings up. Lets take prison cells, not that ive ever been in one but there is a reason its called a prison cell.. From what ive seen adn heard they arent that pleasant are they? this tiny little room closed up by metal bars , such a depressing sight from the outside, imagine being on the toher side of those bars.. Living day in and day out, locked in, noone to socialize with, nothing to entertain yourself with, and why? because youve commited a crime which you may or may not be able to justify.. I would love to get a chance to talk to every prisoner about why hthey are behind those cells. I do belive that they should be punished but i do not belive that a prison cell is the answer, it would probably just build up anger, hatred, confusion, depression, isolation and nothing that rreally gives them the chance to feel like what they did iwas the wrong way to handle the situation they were in.. On the other hand, Human body cells, well thats just a miracle isnt it?! how small are those particles? how can those tiny little particles form such vast , complex beings such as ourselves..
cork cells, prison cells, cell phones, cellophane, cello
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all my brain cells have been wasted trying to come up with a stupid explanation as to what i think of when i see this word. brain cells killed.
they’re at our heart; in our minds; they define us; make us what we are. At the smallest level we are only dust, small cells, tiny pieces which when combined, make us who we are. We’re all just a big mess of little building blocks.
This could be cells in prison, dark and frightening places full of frightened men and sweat. Or tiny cells in my body, essential living things that make me who I am. interesting that the same word has evolved such different meanings. maybe there is a poem here.