I love controllers. Some are great, like the perfect PS2/3 controller or the sleek and wonderful 360 one. Some, like the N64 one, is uncomfortable and at times, feels incredibly hard to play with. However, my favorite is the classy, classic SNES controller. Not only is it the design on which ones now are based, but it’s just splendidly designed.
Hello, my name is troll and I am a con artist. That is why they call me controller. I troll around taking advantage of people. Yes, that is why they call me controller.
i wish my life had a controller that way i could make good things happen and delete bad scenes i could help my friends and make my mom come back i would terminate cancer and not let anyone go hungry this is an inspiring thought so thank you for letting me share
Stop. Don’t do that. Nothing is important. Nothing. Except me. I own you. Possess you. You don’t matter anymore. Only I do. Only what I desire. For your own sake, lose yourself. Become mine. Stop.
um pretty much i wuse controllers all day because i own noobs so hard, the best controller in the worlds is obviouslly an xbox one. or one that cnotrols a t.v but the best on in the whole universe is like one that owns the sun, and when it owns the sun, like u can totally contorl the time of day aand stuff. and make clouds go waway and people sing and dance, and like watch the wind go all aorund the world and stuff. and than sometiems u can control even the moon.
sitting in his chair, she suddenly realized who the culprit was. His scent filled her with nostalgia; but she had to make the move…from under the desk she pulled out the 2 shiny pennies that had left her bereft 7 years prior.
I think o the people around me manipulating me and I think of how much I hate them, I don’t like being controlled like the figures in some video game, it makes me upset that people have that much control over me, like my girlfriend… Its awful to know I’m that weak D:
remote.tv.sometimes we should stop trying to hard to see and believe and be what we see on that big fifty in flat screen hanging on the wall. to appreciate the little things that are really in front of us. like my boxer puppy. taylor. she never controls me, just loves me.
The other day I was playing my Gamecube when suddenly, the controller came alive and bit my finger! I didn’t know what else to do so I chucked the controller at my cat. With a screech the cat left and I called the police.
Someone who is always in control, people I dislike. People that annoy me and who do not know how to live life…….Or a game controller. A thing you use to enhance your game play, like the Wii. I love the Wii esp super smash bros :)
I’ve never been good at watching TV. Ever since my mom got that huge, flat screen monster for Christmas, the kind meant for watching football games my family will never watch, and ever since she finally put it in a place where it wouldn’t be the first thing people would see when they walked in (since that would give the wrong impression of my too-busy-to-notice family), I’ve stopped watching TV.
this just deleted my previous message; the one about beady eyes in the bottom corner of that demented alien’s chest. He likes his eyes there- that way he can see right into your heart, even if you don’t want him to know the truth.
The controller was in my hand. I had no time to think. I pushed the button, and for a moment, time as I knew it stood still. It was as if my whole life was passing before me in slow motion. I did it, and I had no idea what the consequences would be.
I bet people call me this. I like to control everything that goes on. most of the time. if i’m not controlling i’m sitting in the background and i’m alright with that. I’m two extreme opposites. i’m not normal. I need to accept things as they are and not try to fix everything.
sometimes people control. they come…controllers. without knowing it, they lose control of themselves. sometimes they ak others out and with this strange sort oftimidation, others get inspired become such control freaks. the cycle goes on and on.
Everyone’s controlling me I can’t take it anymore I have no control over my life no control over the fact that I can’t do my nutrition homework and had a panic attack over it which led me to take a bunch of pills and smoke hash which led me to eat way more than i wanted to and now i regret it and now i hate myself and im so upset i don’t knwo wha tto do with myself i have no control in my life.
i hold it in my hand. i press buttons and things happen. i create my world and all the happenings within it. i move my arm, my feet dance, i breathe. My brain is the playstation joystick. controlling. Existing.
someone who like to control everything. authority. usually annoying. doesn’t tolerate rule breakers.
gamers use it to help them in their imaginary worlds or video games.
my mom is a controller
she controls every thing
even me, my life, my decisions, they don’t even seem like they’re mine anymore
sure i make bad decisions, but thats the point, im allowed to.
they are mine, not hers
fucking controllers. They gotta have everything and they gotta make sure there isn’t enough space for the rest of us. If life were 60 seconds the controllers would be a filibuster. A filibuster in fireworks. one that was big and flashy and selfish.
My first thought when I see this word is of a video game controller but I am an adult and suddenly that simple word means more in this day in age. A controller of a county in danger and you are the conntroller of your own actions, thoughts, feelings.
When I was little my brother used to play video games like a fiend. My favorite thing was watching them. I would watch him play for hours. I asked him questions and was impressed with how well he could problem solve and how quickly he could move his little fingers all over the controller, to punch or stomp or whatever.
The controller took power only last year. He decides what happens to each aspect of our lives, from choosing which socks we wear in the morning to what job we take. We are stuck. Together.
i have a controller. it controls my life. with the click of a button, i can do whatever i want. oh, if only this existed in real life. the thing about controllers is that they run out of batteries quickly. or you lose them. things happen.
i just lost to my roommate in madden. i hate the controllers because they make my play badly. i thought i was getting better, but i guess not. he always beats me. oh well, i am a lot better than him at other shit. like life. so yeah.
“You’re being controlled. Right now.” I warned him.
“No. You’re wrong. I control my own fate. Not him. He may think he controls me, but he’s wrong.”
I pitied him. What a fool, thinking he could escape his own fate.
i stood with my back to the wall of the living room. the controller got up and stepped towards me, a growl escaping its lips. “this is the last time you’re controlling me kid.” he bolted fowards and attacked me, pinning me to the floor, yelling “who’s the controller now?”
My sister in law….seems to have to control everything and everyone. Sad. the thing about this is she feels she is quite open to everyone. However she is critical of anything approached in a new way or differently than she thinks things should be done. Critical and unable to be critisized herself.
Controller. Memories of Saturdays spent in my bedroom with my Dad and Sister while my Mom was on the phone .She used to come in and watch the video games, too, and it was all a good family time.
That was the only thing that held my parents together, and once Dad beat the game, the divorce papers got served.
he never thought he was being controlled, not when he descended, not when he divorced her, not when he sold his body to the doctor who promised him security in return for experimentation. but everyone down there believed they were born to control, and being controlled was left to the weakest among them. he’d always known he was that — weak.
I love controllers. Some are great, like the perfect PS2/3 controller or the sleek and wonderful 360 one. Some, like the N64 one, is uncomfortable and at times, feels incredibly hard to play with. However, my favorite is the classy, classic SNES controller. Not only is it the design on which ones now are based, but it’s just splendidly designed.
No, I can’t get into this word. Controller. Control freak? Remote control? Who has control? No, not feeling it.
Hello, my name is troll and I am a con artist. That is why they call me controller. I troll around taking advantage of people. Yes, that is why they call me controller.
i wish my life had a controller that way i could make good things happen and delete bad scenes i could help my friends and make my mom come back i would terminate cancer and not let anyone go hungry this is an inspiring thought so thank you for letting me share
Stop. Don’t do that. Nothing is important. Nothing. Except me. I own you. Possess you. You don’t matter anymore. Only I do. Only what I desire. For your own sake, lose yourself. Become mine. Stop.
The video game controller was sticky with the saucy goodness of a junk food binge that was engorged while playing Zelda.
um pretty much i wuse controllers all day because i own noobs so hard, the best controller in the worlds is obviouslly an xbox one. or one that cnotrols a t.v but the best on in the whole universe is like one that owns the sun, and when it owns the sun, like u can totally contorl the time of day aand stuff. and make clouds go waway and people sing and dance, and like watch the wind go all aorund the world and stuff. and than sometiems u can control even the moon.
sitting in his chair, she suddenly realized who the culprit was. His scent filled her with nostalgia; but she had to make the move…from under the desk she pulled out the 2 shiny pennies that had left her bereft 7 years prior.
I think o the people around me manipulating me and I think of how much I hate them, I don’t like being controlled like the figures in some video game, it makes me upset that people have that much control over me, like my girlfriend… Its awful to know I’m that weak D:
remote.tv.sometimes we should stop trying to hard to see and believe and be what we see on that big fifty in flat screen hanging on the wall. to appreciate the little things that are really in front of us. like my boxer puppy. taylor. she never controls me, just loves me.
The other day I was playing my Gamecube when suddenly, the controller came alive and bit my finger! I didn’t know what else to do so I chucked the controller at my cat. With a screech the cat left and I called the police.
Someone who is always in control, people I dislike. People that annoy me and who do not know how to live life…….Or a game controller. A thing you use to enhance your game play, like the Wii. I love the Wii esp super smash bros :)
I’ve never been good at watching TV. Ever since my mom got that huge, flat screen monster for Christmas, the kind meant for watching football games my family will never watch, and ever since she finally put it in a place where it wouldn’t be the first thing people would see when they walked in (since that would give the wrong impression of my too-busy-to-notice family), I’ve stopped watching TV.
this just deleted my previous message; the one about beady eyes in the bottom corner of that demented alien’s chest. He likes his eyes there- that way he can see right into your heart, even if you don’t want him to know the truth.
wii
one who takes me
i am forced to obey
“Why, Master?”
Free me for this square box
Double your ells for me and wait
wait
wait
wait.
now live free
The controller was in my hand. I had no time to think. I pushed the button, and for a moment, time as I knew it stood still. It was as if my whole life was passing before me in slow motion. I did it, and I had no idea what the consequences would be.
I bet people call me this. I like to control everything that goes on. most of the time. if i’m not controlling i’m sitting in the background and i’m alright with that. I’m two extreme opposites. i’m not normal. I need to accept things as they are and not try to fix everything.
sometimes people control. they come…controllers. without knowing it, they lose control of themselves. sometimes they ak others out and with this strange sort oftimidation, others get inspired become such control freaks. the cycle goes on and on.
Everyone’s controlling me I can’t take it anymore I have no control over my life no control over the fact that I can’t do my nutrition homework and had a panic attack over it which led me to take a bunch of pills and smoke hash which led me to eat way more than i wanted to and now i regret it and now i hate myself and im so upset i don’t knwo wha tto do with myself i have no control in my life.
i hold it in my hand. i press buttons and things happen. i create my world and all the happenings within it. i move my arm, my feet dance, i breathe. My brain is the playstation joystick. controlling. Existing.
someone who like to control everything. authority. usually annoying. doesn’t tolerate rule breakers.
gamers use it to help them in their imaginary worlds or video games.
my mom is a controller
she controls every thing
even me, my life, my decisions, they don’t even seem like they’re mine anymore
sure i make bad decisions, but thats the point, im allowed to.
they are mine, not hers
fucking controllers. They gotta have everything and they gotta make sure there isn’t enough space for the rest of us. If life were 60 seconds the controllers would be a filibuster. A filibuster in fireworks. one that was big and flashy and selfish.
My first thought when I see this word is of a video game controller but I am an adult and suddenly that simple word means more in this day in age. A controller of a county in danger and you are the conntroller of your own actions, thoughts, feelings.
tv program dad money justice bad king power
either a remote-like thing that is used for video games, or someone that controls someone else. indicates power over something. an english word.
When I was little my brother used to play video games like a fiend. My favorite thing was watching them. I would watch him play for hours. I asked him questions and was impressed with how well he could problem solve and how quickly he could move his little fingers all over the controller, to punch or stomp or whatever.
you writhe in her hands
grip too tight, put up a–
no use in a fight
what power?
she has it all.
The controller took power only last year. He decides what happens to each aspect of our lives, from choosing which socks we wear in the morning to what job we take. We are stuck. Together.
i have a controller. it controls my life. with the click of a button, i can do whatever i want. oh, if only this existed in real life. the thing about controllers is that they run out of batteries quickly. or you lose them. things happen.
i just lost to my roommate in madden. i hate the controllers because they make my play badly. i thought i was getting better, but i guess not. he always beats me. oh well, i am a lot better than him at other shit. like life. so yeah.
Let go and let the Force move you.
Don’t hold on so tightly but feeeeel it, let go, stretch out with your feelings. And don’t control yourself so hard. You let the Force lead you.
This is basic training for a Jedi.
he who controls all. wow that sounded sexist..
“You’re being controlled. Right now.” I warned him.
“No. You’re wrong. I control my own fate. Not him. He may think he controls me, but he’s wrong.”
I pitied him. What a fool, thinking he could escape his own fate.
i stood with my back to the wall of the living room. the controller got up and stepped towards me, a growl escaping its lips. “this is the last time you’re controlling me kid.” he bolted fowards and attacked me, pinning me to the floor, yelling “who’s the controller now?”
ex boyfriend, remote, president, train engineer, NY stock exchange, car, Queen, King, Internet,
My sister in law….seems to have to control everything and everyone. Sad. the thing about this is she feels she is quite open to everyone. However she is critical of anything approached in a new way or differently than she thinks things should be done. Critical and unable to be critisized herself.
Controller. Memories of Saturdays spent in my bedroom with my Dad and Sister while my Mom was on the phone .She used to come in and watch the video games, too, and it was all a good family time.
That was the only thing that held my parents together, and once Dad beat the game, the divorce papers got served.
he never thought he was being controlled, not when he descended, not when he divorced her, not when he sold his body to the doctor who promised him security in return for experimentation. but everyone down there believed they were born to control, and being controlled was left to the weakest among them. he’d always known he was that — weak.