I was walking down the left wing of the county jail. Last time i saw my father was when he had my mother tied to the cupboard and my brother Clayton and I huddled in fear in the corner of the room. Our father would have never dreamed of hurting us. It was our mother who was the one walking around behind our fathers back. Every Friday morning she would have a new ‘friend’ over when our father was out at work. She didn’t have to worry about our father walking in on her, the oil refinery where he worked had only ever closed down once during the summer. One of the little Negros boys got their arm caught in the works. It was tragic really, got his arm torn right off. Luckily Doctor Walkens was only a few miles down the road and they got his arm to stop bleeding.
prisoners live in cells that feel like hell to some but others dont dwell on their situation, they let out their frustration in a song. trapped in your own mind can be the worst kind of cell, but those who grow wont dwell
lined up in a line
stiffened in starch or
on their collars with ties of red and blue,
in the leaves of the jungle.
holding us together
they build us up
til we break them down
and they blow us all to smithereens.
The hallway was filled with cells. As I walked by cell after cell was full of people all who looked starved, and beaten. I knew instantly that wherever the men leading me down the hall wanted with me, it wasn’t going to be good. Every hair on my body stood on end, waiting, anticipating whatever bad thing that was bound to happen. And as I approached the final cell a boy sat at the bars, his hands raised up to the men in front of me. Tears were streaming down his face and his lip quivered in fear. And he begged for food.
It broke my heart when the men ignored him like a dog on the street. It was then that I knew, I was doomed to die here.
Cells separate, they separate prisoners from each other, from the guards, from the outside world. They create an alternative world. They also create life, cells make up each human, they make up every living thing. Cells provide life and cells take away life.
I walked by row after row of jail cells. I looked into the hopeless faces begging for some mercy. I tried to see one tiny bit of confidence in these people, locked in the cold, dusty old cells, but I could not. “cell b-17” the man said, announcing my destination. he opened the cell door with a rusty creak. “Hello Father.” I spoke.
it’ what makes a human a human..a turtle a turtle. it makes up our bodies into a hundred million of them constantly forming and spittling and dying. and every so often our cells will fight us and become a clump of cancer. then we hate our cells becaue they formed into cancer. yet as you think about it that one little cel made you ahuman and it’s pretty sweet to think about if i should say so myself.
Let me out fools! Why am I stuck in here?! I’m innocent, I swear. Why am I stuck in this cell of people who obviously haven’t bathed in months; of people who’s hair were rough, matted and greasy; of people who have an evil, even insane glint in their eye; of people who are currently cornering me into a corner with a mean sneer; of people who right now looked like they wanted to eat me alive. I gulped. Dear God, why me?!
The cells were silent, all the nuns sitting quietly, knitting and sewing, and one who was digging the needles through her skin, but no one heard her, and she was silent, like the rest of the cell block.
And the silence continued, on for a long time, until the nuns went to sleep, and the one nun with her bloodied needles snuck out with prayers to god to forgive her for forgetting what it was like to feel pain in a perfect, solitary existence.
Cells! Biology! So glad to be done with those little buggers. I love biology and I love aquaculture but cells aren’t really my thing. It was one thing to learn the basics of cells in Bio 1, but the whole immunology thing was really too much for me. Not only was the class way over my head, but my lack of cell biology education didn’t help it very much.
Cells. Cells, in the biological sense were made because they reminded the discoverer of prison cells. Maybe our organelles are trapped within their membranes, forced to live within them eternally, never getting the opportunity to escape, and work for themselves. Our cells imprison our organelles.
Cells are the epicenter of life. They are the basic structure, the smallest unit of all living things. Some of the simplest organisms ever to exist on earth were one-celled. Through time and the evolution of the earth, more organisms appeared that consisted of multiple cells. They are beautiful, as their organelles glisten underneath a microscope after they have been stained with color. They are essential to form body tissue, organs, and organ systems. They can be manipulated and create new life. They can also become diseased and take life away.
They are really tiny and make up all living things. Plant cells are rectangular and animal cells are round. Animal cells have no walls while plants do, therefor allowing animals to move.
cells are tiny. skin cells are everywhere. all over my house. in my bed. different people’s skin cells are everywhere. it’s kind of gross. but that’s human nature i guess. cells remind me of biology class. i didn’t like disecting things in biology class. i do miss highschool though. i miss a guy from highschool.
cells are little things in your brain. holding your breath kills brain cells. people think smoking pot kills brain cells, but holding your breath and inhaling the burnt dried plant particles is what kills the brain cells. not weed.
my friend, alfonso, is quadriplegic. he was in a motorcycle accident about ten years ago. he received a phone call from someone connected with stem cell research. he is interested in doing anything that could get him back to walking. i hope it’s not a farce.
There was no medical explanation at their disposal. Through out all the anals, dating back centuries upon centuries, not a single case had been recorded to date. Without pertinent information, there was nothing to base their hypothesis off of. So they concurred that the most viable option was to simply purchase a bottle of steep liquor at the corner jiffy store and see what might come of it.
something that is in the body and you cant live without it. uhhhh im not good at science but im pretty sure its not part of spanish i cant spell today goshhh i dont know anything about cells!!!!! i cant efjhfnickjbhkvjaes whats the point of this i dont know.
Staring down an endless row of identical cells, he came to realize the sheer immensity of the place. There was no way of knowing how far they stretched. The individual walls blurred into a hazy blur at the farthest reach of his sight and continued to march on beyond. If he had stood anywhere else he would have seen the same, the limitless extent and undifferentiated image of the cells.
she said (said this in the nursing home lobby, sitting on a stool, too proud for back support, and looking at a still painting of what was meant to be a moving waterfall) she said
she could feel every cell in her body deteriorating
she said, cells, the funny thing about them, is they have a set time to die, they know it from the start, and when they are done, they are simply done (a clumsy reiteration of what she had heard last night on the TV of her neighbor’s apartment, sending through to her a voice in the walls that she could not stop from coming through, like the voice of a most sinister god)
she said, she had lain there, terrified of moving, every second, her lungs expanding, diaphragm contracting, heart dancing, there were red blood cells, but worse than that, she said, were the new cells meant to make the keratin of the nails, she could feel it sliding through her nailbeds
and she said
it was then, truly, that she needed to die, and despite the cynics, we had grown out of our cells, we could no longer self-detonate–
there was a calm finally creeping into her body.
I am studying cells for my science exam right now. They keep us alive their microscopic being but I wish they would disappear right now so it would be one less thing to study and I could go back to writing what I want to write about…
Cells. I immediately think of the picture that Hooke discovered under the microscope so many years ago, a pattern of misshapen squares. These were cells, it said in the biology book. These are what make up life. Every living thing has cells. We are made of them. Animals are made of them. It was strange to think that these thoughts, these limbs, everything, was simply an amalgam of these tiny little molecules, these squares, cells.
cells the things that make up life. they are small the biggest is an egg. cells are the basis of life. they are tiny and small. Cells are very intersting
cell phones these days, are taking over. really, they are. how many teens do you see who aren’t txting? we even write with abbreviation when we dont mean to. it’s really qwuite sad to see the level that society has gone to with the use of phones.
A cell is both a wonderful and a horrible thing. It is the thing that keeps human beings alive, yet it is also a thing that keeps people locked up and restricts personal liberty.
like waking up from a dream you do not known, looking for the first time out of a jailhouse window, feeling acutely astounded by the view, tripping on leftover cardboard that covered the gutters on some homelessman’s unhappy whims, you were, for the first time–
at peace.
cells what are cells? they could be used as a scientific term but i hate science so i’m going to think of them as something that divides the world into demographics almost such as different cells of people. Its sad to think that we are divided but we are and if we weren’t divided the world would be so much closer and just an all around better place to be, so lets try and bring the world into one cell instead of many divided.
oh. i wasn’t aware that cells came up every time you came to the site in one day. and i already said my piece on cells, so i don’t really want to go over this again. man one minute is actually longer than you’d think. it’s taking forever. go go go go go go cells are in everything they have stuff, you know? they are filled with this mystical, strange, weird, gooey stuff and somehow they all keep a person ALIVE that’s so crazy, right?
Rosie knew what she had done. She sat in the cell and glared at the grey bars that blocked her from her home. The punishment wasn’t the labor, the food, the confinment. The punishment was the isolation. In her cell, she was alone and left to ponder over what she did. The thought, that was the punishment. Rosie bit her lip and stood up, looking for anything to distract her from her mind.
it’s these cells that hold me, confine me, define me, i can break them…if iwant…but i dont…they are home…a safe cage.
cells are part of the human body. cells can regenerate and fight bad stuff in your body sperm has cells. cells arre good. this is a fail(cell)
I was walking down the left wing of the county jail. Last time i saw my father was when he had my mother tied to the cupboard and my brother Clayton and I huddled in fear in the corner of the room. Our father would have never dreamed of hurting us. It was our mother who was the one walking around behind our fathers back. Every Friday morning she would have a new ‘friend’ over when our father was out at work. She didn’t have to worry about our father walking in on her, the oil refinery where he worked had only ever closed down once during the summer. One of the little Negros boys got their arm caught in the works. It was tragic really, got his arm torn right off. Luckily Doctor Walkens was only a few miles down the road and they got his arm to stop bleeding.
prisoners live in cells that feel like hell to some but others dont dwell on their situation, they let out their frustration in a song. trapped in your own mind can be the worst kind of cell, but those who grow wont dwell
lined up in a line
stiffened in starch or
on their collars with ties of red and blue,
in the leaves of the jungle.
holding us together
they build us up
til we break them down
and they blow us all to smithereens.
The hallway was filled with cells. As I walked by cell after cell was full of people all who looked starved, and beaten. I knew instantly that wherever the men leading me down the hall wanted with me, it wasn’t going to be good. Every hair on my body stood on end, waiting, anticipating whatever bad thing that was bound to happen. And as I approached the final cell a boy sat at the bars, his hands raised up to the men in front of me. Tears were streaming down his face and his lip quivered in fear. And he begged for food.
It broke my heart when the men ignored him like a dog on the street. It was then that I knew, I was doomed to die here.
Cells separate, they separate prisoners from each other, from the guards, from the outside world. They create an alternative world. They also create life, cells make up each human, they make up every living thing. Cells provide life and cells take away life.
tiny, science, what we’re made up of, complex, biology, annoying, important, microscopic, little, reactions,
I walked by row after row of jail cells. I looked into the hopeless faces begging for some mercy. I tried to see one tiny bit of confidence in these people, locked in the cold, dusty old cells, but I could not. “cell b-17” the man said, announcing my destination. he opened the cell door with a rusty creak. “Hello Father.” I spoke.
a fair haired woman,
a dark haired woman,
a common place remarked,
it’ what makes a human a human..a turtle a turtle. it makes up our bodies into a hundred million of them constantly forming and spittling and dying. and every so often our cells will fight us and become a clump of cancer. then we hate our cells becaue they formed into cancer. yet as you think about it that one little cel made you ahuman and it’s pretty sweet to think about if i should say so myself.
Let me out fools! Why am I stuck in here?! I’m innocent, I swear. Why am I stuck in this cell of people who obviously haven’t bathed in months; of people who’s hair were rough, matted and greasy; of people who have an evil, even insane glint in their eye; of people who are currently cornering me into a corner with a mean sneer; of people who right now looked like they wanted to eat me alive. I gulped. Dear God, why me?!
The cells were silent, all the nuns sitting quietly, knitting and sewing, and one who was digging the needles through her skin, but no one heard her, and she was silent, like the rest of the cell block.
And the silence continued, on for a long time, until the nuns went to sleep, and the one nun with her bloodied needles snuck out with prayers to god to forgive her for forgetting what it was like to feel pain in a perfect, solitary existence.
singular and numerous, sustenance of each being. Ironically her also a place one keeps another imprisoned
what are cell really? how small, how bigg? how many,
I watched the blood drip down my hand in mild fascination. So many blood cells, almost like tiny worlds falling. As I do, so do they.
“So death really is equal.”
Cells! Biology! So glad to be done with those little buggers. I love biology and I love aquaculture but cells aren’t really my thing. It was one thing to learn the basics of cells in Bio 1, but the whole immunology thing was really too much for me. Not only was the class way over my head, but my lack of cell biology education didn’t help it very much.
Cells. Cells, in the biological sense were made because they reminded the discoverer of prison cells. Maybe our organelles are trapped within their membranes, forced to live within them eternally, never getting the opportunity to escape, and work for themselves. Our cells imprison our organelles.
Cells are the epicenter of life. They are the basic structure, the smallest unit of all living things. Some of the simplest organisms ever to exist on earth were one-celled. Through time and the evolution of the earth, more organisms appeared that consisted of multiple cells. They are beautiful, as their organelles glisten underneath a microscope after they have been stained with color. They are essential to form body tissue, organs, and organ systems. They can be manipulated and create new life. They can also become diseased and take life away.
They are really tiny and make up all living things. Plant cells are rectangular and animal cells are round. Animal cells have no walls while plants do, therefor allowing animals to move.
IF
cells are tiny. skin cells are everywhere. all over my house. in my bed. different people’s skin cells are everywhere. it’s kind of gross. but that’s human nature i guess. cells remind me of biology class. i didn’t like disecting things in biology class. i do miss highschool though. i miss a guy from highschool.
cells are little things in your brain. holding your breath kills brain cells. people think smoking pot kills brain cells, but holding your breath and inhaling the burnt dried plant particles is what kills the brain cells. not weed.
my friend, alfonso, is quadriplegic. he was in a motorcycle accident about ten years ago. he received a phone call from someone connected with stem cell research. he is interested in doing anything that could get him back to walking. i hope it’s not a farce.
There was no medical explanation at their disposal. Through out all the anals, dating back centuries upon centuries, not a single case had been recorded to date. Without pertinent information, there was nothing to base their hypothesis off of. So they concurred that the most viable option was to simply purchase a bottle of steep liquor at the corner jiffy store and see what might come of it.
relax, little girl, your body is not a cell–
just dance.
something that is in the body and you cant live without it. uhhhh im not good at science but im pretty sure its not part of spanish i cant spell today goshhh i dont know anything about cells!!!!! i cant efjhfnickjbhkvjaes whats the point of this i dont know.
Staring down an endless row of identical cells, he came to realize the sheer immensity of the place. There was no way of knowing how far they stretched. The individual walls blurred into a hazy blur at the farthest reach of his sight and continued to march on beyond. If he had stood anywhere else he would have seen the same, the limitless extent and undifferentiated image of the cells.
our body is made up of cells, they play a big part of what we are.
without it, we are nothing.
that’s according to science, by the way :)
she said (said this in the nursing home lobby, sitting on a stool, too proud for back support, and looking at a still painting of what was meant to be a moving waterfall) she said
she could feel every cell in her body deteriorating
she said, cells, the funny thing about them, is they have a set time to die, they know it from the start, and when they are done, they are simply done (a clumsy reiteration of what she had heard last night on the TV of her neighbor’s apartment, sending through to her a voice in the walls that she could not stop from coming through, like the voice of a most sinister god)
she said, she had lain there, terrified of moving, every second, her lungs expanding, diaphragm contracting, heart dancing, there were red blood cells, but worse than that, she said, were the new cells meant to make the keratin of the nails, she could feel it sliding through her nailbeds
and she said
it was then, truly, that she needed to die, and despite the cynics, we had grown out of our cells, we could no longer self-detonate–
there was a calm finally creeping into her body.
I am studying cells for my science exam right now. They keep us alive their microscopic being but I wish they would disappear right now so it would be one less thing to study and I could go back to writing what I want to write about…
mitochondria
flagella
human
organ
tissue
jail
phone
cytoplasm
chloroplast
plant
animal
cell wall
nucleus
endoplasmic reticulum
golgi aparatus
Cells. I immediately think of the picture that Hooke discovered under the microscope so many years ago, a pattern of misshapen squares. These were cells, it said in the biology book. These are what make up life. Every living thing has cells. We are made of them. Animals are made of them. It was strange to think that these thoughts, these limbs, everything, was simply an amalgam of these tiny little molecules, these squares, cells.
cells the things that make up life. they are small the biggest is an egg. cells are the basis of life. they are tiny and small. Cells are very intersting
cell phones these days, are taking over. really, they are. how many teens do you see who aren’t txting? we even write with abbreviation when we dont mean to. it’s really qwuite sad to see the level that society has gone to with the use of phones.
A cell is both a wonderful and a horrible thing. It is the thing that keeps human beings alive, yet it is also a thing that keeps people locked up and restricts personal liberty.
like waking up from a dream you do not known, looking for the first time out of a jailhouse window, feeling acutely astounded by the view, tripping on leftover cardboard that covered the gutters on some homelessman’s unhappy whims, you were, for the first time–
at peace.
cells what are cells? they could be used as a scientific term but i hate science so i’m going to think of them as something that divides the world into demographics almost such as different cells of people. Its sad to think that we are divided but we are and if we weren’t divided the world would be so much closer and just an all around better place to be, so lets try and bring the world into one cell instead of many divided.
oh. i wasn’t aware that cells came up every time you came to the site in one day. and i already said my piece on cells, so i don’t really want to go over this again. man one minute is actually longer than you’d think. it’s taking forever. go go go go go go cells are in everything they have stuff, you know? they are filled with this mystical, strange, weird, gooey stuff and somehow they all keep a person ALIVE that’s so crazy, right?
Rosie knew what she had done. She sat in the cell and glared at the grey bars that blocked her from her home. The punishment wasn’t the labor, the food, the confinment. The punishment was the isolation. In her cell, she was alone and left to ponder over what she did. The thought, that was the punishment. Rosie bit her lip and stood up, looking for anything to distract her from her mind.