Cells, with people in, crushed to nothing, alone? Looking for a window, looking foe something inside, outside… what is there? What do I remember, what will the be? I am in a cell?
cells….this word reminds me of biology to be honest im not even 100% sure what a cell does i just know that almost everything is made up of cells…i think…
Cells? Cells? I was about to experience the most important moment of my life and we were talking about CELLS?
It was so cruel.
It was nine minutes after ten. I had just walked into biology. And then, HE looked at me. Right in the eyes. And he opened his mouth — to SAY something to ME.
In case you didn’t know, let me get this straight: HE just happens to be this someone that I’ve been crsuhing on for about two years now and is FINALLY staring to notice me — and not only is he super cute, but also really smart. And I’d die for a cute, smart guy. Especially if it happened to be HIM. And right now my dreams are coming true — I mean, he’s about to speak to me — to acknowledge that I even exist! This is good, good news!
And then Mrs. Bell had to start talking about cells.
There was a line of them, all in a row. Ilsa flinched as she was pushed along the cement, and thrown into the nearest cell.
“Serves her right for mass murdering all those people,” a police officer chuckled. Ilsa could only glare back. She would find a way out, no matter what.
He looked at the petri dish and smiled. He had gotten what he wanted from her: her cells. Here they were, neatly dividing themselves. Soon he would have a “her” that loved him.
cells are all inside our bodies. they make us who we are physically. cells can also be different placements or mean nothing to do with us physically. cells can also be an abbreviation for cell phone but that would be strange and make people uncomfortable because it sounds scientifically AWKWARD. cells. thats celly
Like a monk, stuck here. This place is endlessly empty until it ends. This place houses my consciousness , my heart, all i’ve known. This construct has made itself my cage and I have built it, friend. This mind is where you become lost. Harbouring, brooding, consuming. Locked within the same day over and over. Realizing I’m not just an organism that repeats every day, in those moments when I finally escape myself and I realize my own existence are the only moments I have ever truly lived.
Like a monk, stuck here. This place is endlessly empty until it ends. This place houses my consciousness , my heart, all i’ve known. This construct has made itself my cage and I have built it, friend. This mind is where you become lost.
Cells are the smallest level of organization in a living body. Some are made up of organelles while others are much more simply a nucleus and cytoplasm. Cells are awesome and amazing and make up all living things in living organisms.
cells equal prison but also biology…Are cells prisoners within the human body? I mean they die of so easily. Are our human bodies essentially evil tyrants that dispose of their ‘prisoners’ as soon as they are no longer useful? Do we need some kind of rehabilitation clinic for cells past their sell-by date? Someone should by a piece of land and put the cells out to pasture so to speak, far more humane way of dealing with them than merely killing them as a way to release them from the human body. They need to be re-introduced into the cell society, rehabilitated quite literally. Why don’t we have this as a genetic system? What is up with that?
Seeing the word cells, I remember writing about this yesterday. I wonder if it wants us to write about a different definition of cells, or if they forgot to update it, or if whatever admin randomly picked the same word twice in a row. Maybe I am overthinking things….
“The cells in my body are…what was it, Doctor?” “Old. Too old to function. He should be dead, but as you can see, that’s not the case.” The man frowned at the mechanic-surgeon. “Well, let’s take a look inside!” she said resolutely, opening up her case of operating instruments.
Cells form your body. Everyone has different cells that do different things, each body containing millions. Examples of cells include stem cells and cancer cells, portraying the variety of roles and types of cells that exists.
prison cells, small, stark. Biological cells, dividing, again and again, a new person in the very earliest state…..bees making honey…..terrorists convinced they are part of a gigantic hive of rebellion….
cells are made of atoms. they have walls. their are animal cells & plant cells. these cells are different from each other, but also very much have the same qualities. they are there to make up the human, animal, & plant body. they like to split & make more cells.
cells. biology, prison cells, office space. sells pun. cells, cells. cellular telephone. cell phone. abbv-ed. this is a boring word to me now. then again it was pretty boring in 7th grade science, too.
biology. confusing. the fact that every person evolved from just one cell to a full fledged human being. everyone is the same, physically. but different: culturally, emotionally, socially, behaviorally.
Sometimes we try to fill up our live as if they are compartmental cells, filling each square. Instead, we could be filling our lives as if it is one full canvas without edges, without boundaries. Instead we become fixated on what is not in a small aspect of life. Free your mind from segmenting life. Open up and fill yourself with experience and at the end of the day you may find, nothing was left empty
cells live inside us, they make us breath, they kill us, they cause disease, they make us grow, we love them, we hate them, we grow with them, cells are life.
Cells are a compilation of life itself. Cells. They can be your captor. Your creator. Your downfall. Your maker. They live inside you. They hold you in. They both make you pay for your wrongdoings.
Cells work together independently to create one living being. What if people work the same in terms of one concious being? Billions of people working independently to create one enormous entity. Conciousness combined. Thoughts, memories, experiences, emotions. All one. If there is a God. I put it to you that it is everyone one of us.
I felt like a bee, swarming, moving constantly. can’t stop can’t think can’t consider that there might be something better to do. Because if there’s something better to do I’ll have to do it, and sometimes it’s too hard to change. too hard to make the world a better place.
cells are things. the study of cells is called cytology. Cells in the human body include erythrocytes ( red blood cells), leukocytes (white blood cells), osteocytes (bone cells) and neurons (brain cells).
prison cells are small and cramped, and they dont smell very good either. Who would want to be in one of those anyways? the smallest parts of us are made up by cells, and thankfully all those cells combined make us. Me I think Im happier to be made out of cells, than being in a cell. So bottom line, stay on the good side of the law!
Cells which go wacko define cancer. Do wacko thoughts, uncontrollable thoughts, destructive thoughts, cause cancer of the mind? Mental illness? A form of cancer? How to keep the cells from going wacko? The thoughts from going wacko?
the word brings me back to those long biology classes where we would sit, patiently wiating for the bell to ring “freedom”.
but you always made it better, made me laugh.
time in that class was easier to swallow with you there.
but now the year is over, and we will be seperated by our separate scheduals.
time will be painfully slow again..
Her cells were extraordinary. Nothing he had ever seen before. He had heard such thingsd, like stem cells, superhuman experiments, but here–she’s different.
And yet, she’s still fragile, still a person, still the one that has flaws herself…
I hate cell biology. It’s no fun when you don’t get it. I remember studying for a cell biology course the night before an exam. My lack of effort earlier on made it that much harder to grasp the concepts.
I stayed up all night to study for what I thought would be my hardest exam of that semester.
Just a tip for anyone else who may consider a similar course of action, studying is worthless if you show up for an exam a day late.
It´s been a long day today. all she studied was about the circulatory system of the human body. All day, it was just about blood, cells, vessels, and blood. She wanted to experience change.
cells. they’re everywhere. they make up everything. they also imprison us. how ironic that prison cells are made up of what we are made up of. it’s almost like there’s a correlation between us and prisons. which I guess there is. we are prisoners of ourselves, kept captive by the very cells we’re made up of.
things that make up our bodies and all bodies if cells get messed up cancer can occur we hav e cells for everything/every function in our bodies. all living things are made up of cells. they are veryyyy tiny.
I am studying science at unversity. Well, I am not doing too well. It’s merely laziness and a lack of interest. Perhaps deep down I find it really hard and am scared to admit that I am stupid and don’t understand something. Really, I never understood cells. So tiny, what are they made of, how are there things inside them? They must be even tinier, and what are they made of? The concept of tiny sacs of fatty liquid being a huge part of the human body amazes and confuses me.
Living beings are compoed of cells and its its the basic building… in computer terminology cell termed as the table unit..in microsoft excel we do our calculations in cell…
The cells were full with inmates. Some screaming,some moaning, some just trying to sleep. To forget all that had happened, but it was no use. The memories clung to them all, like a sticky web of hate and anger and death. Even the cells could not protect them from the memories of what had happened.
Cells. Prison cells. cells in our body. the universe is all cells, one big cell. cell phones cause raditon that destroy our cells. so many C words: cells, cancers..I wonder what life would be like if we loved our bodily cells more than we do, treated them with respect, knowing that we need balance. no wars
Cells, with people in, crushed to nothing, alone? Looking for a window, looking foe something inside, outside… what is there? What do I remember, what will the be? I am in a cell?
cells….this word reminds me of biology to be honest im not even 100% sure what a cell does i just know that almost everything is made up of cells…i think…
Cells? Cells? I was about to experience the most important moment of my life and we were talking about CELLS?
It was so cruel.
It was nine minutes after ten. I had just walked into biology. And then, HE looked at me. Right in the eyes. And he opened his mouth — to SAY something to ME.
In case you didn’t know, let me get this straight: HE just happens to be this someone that I’ve been crsuhing on for about two years now and is FINALLY staring to notice me — and not only is he super cute, but also really smart. And I’d die for a cute, smart guy. Especially if it happened to be HIM. And right now my dreams are coming true — I mean, he’s about to speak to me — to acknowledge that I even exist! This is good, good news!
And then Mrs. Bell had to start talking about cells.
There was a line of them, all in a row. Ilsa flinched as she was pushed along the cement, and thrown into the nearest cell.
“Serves her right for mass murdering all those people,” a police officer chuckled. Ilsa could only glare back. She would find a way out, no matter what.
He looked at the petri dish and smiled. He had gotten what he wanted from her: her cells. Here they were, neatly dividing themselves. Soon he would have a “her” that loved him.
cells are all inside our bodies. they make us who we are physically. cells can also be different placements or mean nothing to do with us physically. cells can also be an abbreviation for cell phone but that would be strange and make people uncomfortable because it sounds scientifically AWKWARD. cells. thats celly
Like a monk, stuck here. This place is endlessly empty until it ends. This place houses my consciousness , my heart, all i’ve known. This construct has made itself my cage and I have built it, friend. This mind is where you become lost. Harbouring, brooding, consuming. Locked within the same day over and over. Realizing I’m not just an organism that repeats every day, in those moments when I finally escape myself and I realize my own existence are the only moments I have ever truly lived.
Like a monk, stuck here. This place is endlessly empty until it ends. This place houses my consciousness , my heart, all i’ve known. This construct has made itself my cage and I have built it, friend. This mind is where you become lost.
celss are many in the human body they give us life
Cells are the smallest level of organization in a living body. Some are made up of organelles while others are much more simply a nucleus and cytoplasm. Cells are awesome and amazing and make up all living things in living organisms.
cells equal prison but also biology…Are cells prisoners within the human body? I mean they die of so easily. Are our human bodies essentially evil tyrants that dispose of their ‘prisoners’ as soon as they are no longer useful? Do we need some kind of rehabilitation clinic for cells past their sell-by date? Someone should by a piece of land and put the cells out to pasture so to speak, far more humane way of dealing with them than merely killing them as a way to release them from the human body. They need to be re-introduced into the cell society, rehabilitated quite literally. Why don’t we have this as a genetic system? What is up with that?
Seeing the word cells, I remember writing about this yesterday. I wonder if it wants us to write about a different definition of cells, or if they forgot to update it, or if whatever admin randomly picked the same word twice in a row. Maybe I am overthinking things….
“The cells in my body are…what was it, Doctor?” “Old. Too old to function. He should be dead, but as you can see, that’s not the case.” The man frowned at the mechanic-surgeon. “Well, let’s take a look inside!” she said resolutely, opening up her case of operating instruments.
Cells form your body. Everyone has different cells that do different things, each body containing millions. Examples of cells include stem cells and cancer cells, portraying the variety of roles and types of cells that exists.
prison cells, small, stark. Biological cells, dividing, again and again, a new person in the very earliest state…..bees making honey…..terrorists convinced they are part of a gigantic hive of rebellion….
cells are made of atoms. they have walls. their are animal cells & plant cells. these cells are different from each other, but also very much have the same qualities. they are there to make up the human, animal, & plant body. they like to split & make more cells.
cells. biology, prison cells, office space. sells pun. cells, cells. cellular telephone. cell phone. abbv-ed. this is a boring word to me now. then again it was pretty boring in 7th grade science, too.
biology. confusing. the fact that every person evolved from just one cell to a full fledged human being. everyone is the same, physically. but different: culturally, emotionally, socially, behaviorally.
Sometimes we try to fill up our live as if they are compartmental cells, filling each square. Instead, we could be filling our lives as if it is one full canvas without edges, without boundaries. Instead we become fixated on what is not in a small aspect of life. Free your mind from segmenting life. Open up and fill yourself with experience and at the end of the day you may find, nothing was left empty
cells live inside us, they make us breath, they kill us, they cause disease, they make us grow, we love them, we hate them, we grow with them, cells are life.
life without them is life without living.
Cells are a compilation of life itself. Cells. They can be your captor. Your creator. Your downfall. Your maker. They live inside you. They hold you in. They both make you pay for your wrongdoings.
Cells are life. And mistakes are life.
Cells work together independently to create one living being. What if people work the same in terms of one concious being? Billions of people working independently to create one enormous entity. Conciousness combined. Thoughts, memories, experiences, emotions. All one. If there is a God. I put it to you that it is everyone one of us.
soon the cells will be a monster…. well… may now they are like that, because we are a monsters :/
I felt like a bee, swarming, moving constantly. can’t stop can’t think can’t consider that there might be something better to do. Because if there’s something better to do I’ll have to do it, and sometimes it’s too hard to change. too hard to make the world a better place.
cells are things. the study of cells is called cytology. Cells in the human body include erythrocytes ( red blood cells), leukocytes (white blood cells), osteocytes (bone cells) and neurons (brain cells).
prison cells are small and cramped, and they dont smell very good either. Who would want to be in one of those anyways? the smallest parts of us are made up by cells, and thankfully all those cells combined make us. Me I think Im happier to be made out of cells, than being in a cell. So bottom line, stay on the good side of the law!
Cells which go wacko define cancer. Do wacko thoughts, uncontrollable thoughts, destructive thoughts, cause cancer of the mind? Mental illness? A form of cancer? How to keep the cells from going wacko? The thoughts from going wacko?
the word brings me back to those long biology classes where we would sit, patiently wiating for the bell to ring “freedom”.
but you always made it better, made me laugh.
time in that class was easier to swallow with you there.
but now the year is over, and we will be seperated by our separate scheduals.
time will be painfully slow again..
Multiple interlocking blocks. Many people pacing within each of them. Limited, trapped.
Her cells were extraordinary. Nothing he had ever seen before. He had heard such thingsd, like stem cells, superhuman experiments, but here–she’s different.
And yet, she’s still fragile, still a person, still the one that has flaws herself…
I hate cell biology. It’s no fun when you don’t get it. I remember studying for a cell biology course the night before an exam. My lack of effort earlier on made it that much harder to grasp the concepts.
I stayed up all night to study for what I thought would be my hardest exam of that semester.
Just a tip for anyone else who may consider a similar course of action, studying is worthless if you show up for an exam a day late.
Multiple interlocking blocks had people pacing around inside. Trapped, limited.
It´s been a long day today. all she studied was about the circulatory system of the human body. All day, it was just about blood, cells, vessels, and blood. She wanted to experience change.
tiny molecules.
cells. they’re everywhere. they make up everything. they also imprison us. how ironic that prison cells are made up of what we are made up of. it’s almost like there’s a correlation between us and prisons. which I guess there is. we are prisoners of ourselves, kept captive by the very cells we’re made up of.
things that make up our bodies and all bodies if cells get messed up cancer can occur we hav e cells for everything/every function in our bodies. all living things are made up of cells. they are veryyyy tiny.
I am studying science at unversity. Well, I am not doing too well. It’s merely laziness and a lack of interest. Perhaps deep down I find it really hard and am scared to admit that I am stupid and don’t understand something. Really, I never understood cells. So tiny, what are they made of, how are there things inside them? They must be even tinier, and what are they made of? The concept of tiny sacs of fatty liquid being a huge part of the human body amazes and confuses me.
Living beings are compoed of cells and its its the basic building… in computer terminology cell termed as the table unit..in microsoft excel we do our calculations in cell…
The cells were full with inmates. Some screaming,some moaning, some just trying to sleep. To forget all that had happened, but it was no use. The memories clung to them all, like a sticky web of hate and anger and death. Even the cells could not protect them from the memories of what had happened.
Cells. Prison cells. cells in our body. the universe is all cells, one big cell. cell phones cause raditon that destroy our cells. so many C words: cells, cancers..I wonder what life would be like if we loved our bodily cells more than we do, treated them with respect, knowing that we need balance. no wars