Working together to be a part of something big, something important. The members of the crew are all important, and without even one person that crew may not work to their full potential. As a member of a crew it is important that you ask for help when needed, and give help to those in need. Everyone has something to offer, and all members bring their own knowledge and experience to every situation.
Techies – build crew, lighting crew, costume crew, paint crew. One crew after another. I work my ass off, at least once in a while. I try to tell myself that I care, that I love the work that we do in our department, but I try to get out of working whenever I can. I stand around talking at every opportunity, while the rest of the crew is working, sweating, creating something beautiful. I should try more. I may be the lazy, freeloading son, but I am still part of the family.
i need someone to be a member of my ‘stability crew’ because
this ship is sinking,
my mind is fading,
my heart is breaking,
and i need someone to be on my side and pull me out of the water.
“Alll aboard!” I jumped onto the ship on my yellow sparkly unicon. My mother jumped into the ocean and I laughered. My unicorn landed and I screamed as I accidently got kicked in the head by my unicorn. SOme man yelled, “GET THYE HELL OUT OF HERE MATE!” AND i SAID.
“YOU GET OUT OF HERE MATE. I’M SEAZING THIS SHIP, E, MY MOKEY AND MY SPARKLY UNICORN.” I jumped of corn, the unicorn, and laughed triumphantly.
I pulled out my knife and cut off my unicorns horn then ran around the shipm, stabbign everyone with it. THe end.
dreaming of my crew that supported me through all the roles that demanded my time then. it was hard to think of the many tasks along the way, but with the many who brought me constant confidence, i was able to make it all work and come together.
a captain is sailing through an ocean and his mates discover there is a deserted island ahead. they decide to salute by to scope out the land. as they get closer, the boat starts to sink.
I thought we’d get along just fine in this
new place and this
new time
but I’m starting to miss the older days
when things were simpler
but more complicated
difficult
but happier
its not that I don’t like you
I guess I just miss the old crew
my socks are short.
i think my legs grew and my socks that were long became crew
i like short socks, but i don’t like cold legs.
waiting for warmer weather.
then my socks will be non-existant
Crew – the crew worked hard?
He wore crew socks?
There is a kitchen crew assigned to clean up?
The road crew is slacking off?
The crew team did really well?
How is crew related to cruel?
They rowed the boat
In the tempest of seaweed
Competing for the world’s recognition
The tallest one in the back was convinced
That she could see more than just the finish line
The shortest one in the front was convinced
She was invincible
The golden trophy in their hands
They walked home
Proudly
I don’t like this word. There’s something about the way the e is lost within the rest of the consonants & it makes me uneasy. I do not like the word ‘crew’. So I guess that’s something I have.
I worked at a restaurant and they called this a crew. This means that you are a member working together to be one unit. Each person’s actions affect another person.
John had hardly been able to recognize Sherlock when he returned. And not just because he’d been dead for so long, either. His face was gaunt, moreso than usual, he’d actually acquired a bit of a tan, his clothes were those of a casual student, and his loose, dark curls had been sheared off into a close-cropped crew cut. He hardly looked himself, and John wouldn’t have realized at all who had approached him, had it not been for those telltale cheekbones.
Which soon earned themselves a good punch.
A gang of hoodlums walks down the street; tattoos and faded jeans hanging low, held only by a shoestring. Yelled at, demeaned, kicked out of stores and shunned from civilized society. Punks, outlaws, thieves, crooks…they don’t understand though, because they live and die together. It’s family.
In the book of charlotte doyles confessions she is at first friends with the captain then she turns to the crew after she finds out what the captain is really like. Crew is a four letter word which is my fathers lucky # haha. Crew can mean your pack of friends or like a group of working people. Crew is an awesome word now its going crazy but on other notes crew reminds me that I really need to get my friends to be friends with eachother haha. Im the vegetarian of one of my crews haha. When I ride horses I wish I had a whole crew to help me prep my horse.
Chillen with my crew, yeah that’s how we do, tweeting back and forth, facebookin for what its worth. If u don’t like what we do. You don’t like seeing that… don’t follow me
the crew is gone, diminished over time. we talk every once in awhile, maybe a text or a quick visit. but it all seems so unnatural and uncomfortable… not like it once was before. we all once used to be so tight, sharing drinks, laughs, stories, our past, & our beds… but we slowly moved away from each other, physically and emotionally. i wanted to move on from them all but sometimes i miss those i left in the past.
— not who they are now but who they were to me then.
Me and the crew. Inseparable some say. Not by choice, but by fate. Me and the crew. Sounds rather masculine really, but we are beautiful creatures. Like nothing anyone has ever seen before. So thank you.
The crew of the vessel watched in horror as the sea monster rose before them. It’s got to be 100 feet tall, Jacob thought. What do we do now? Besides run? We can’t outrun it. We’re doomed.
crew. the crew that always was one. together. riding and diving and backing each other up. except when things got rough. then they all split. and the waves broke undisturbed on the rocks.
I love working on a crew. The first thing i think of is a assembly line working together to build something very cool and unique. My dad works on a assembly line and with a crew and they all have to work together to get the job done.
here i am, looking around for my crew. where did they go? where are they? did i really push them away that much. here i am alone without my crew. this is what i wanted, isn’t it?
The crew packed up the ship with everything they would need; food, oxygen, spare clothing, blankets, maps of the galaxy. The next day, they would strap their safety belts, and what they had all be preparing for for the last four and a half years would become their reality.
I was the crew leader and I led them. Down wide trails and narrow and through a thick, stinking bog. We pushed hard and some of them fell in, pants full of muck and sleeping bags ruined, and still they followed me. “A natural born leader,” says my mother, and me feeling afraid of this power.
Just the other day my crew got upset about the weather. How long do they have to live just to get the experience and just freaking put up with it. We have no control, nor can it be controlled. Just let it happen and deal with it. My crew makes me nervous. It’s just another form of beautiful weather.
It’s good to be part of something, to feel the support and camaraderie of a group, to all be steering in the direction of a similar goal/intention. My crew is made up of friends, family & members of my spiritual community along with my Guides & Angels.
I used to have a whole crew of friends, but now I just have a few close friends. I really think that’s good for me right now, because they hardly ever drive me crazy!
The boy held out the pistol towards the mass of the disheveled and gritty crew. They looked on his wearily until the boy fainted from the sun. It was hard being a captain. Especially when he was a mere lad of thirteen, who had inherited a massive piece of floating junk that his anonymous father had left behind for him before his pathetic death by some petty duel.
I have a crew of amazing women on my side at all times. They get me. They love me and they forgive me. I love them, get them and forgive them. That is how it works, baby.
The crew of the van were just as messed up as anyone else and for an instant everyone and everything was on the same level playing field, chaos. But for Jensen and the Ninja girl, that chaos was sweet.
you know me just one of many just one girl in a crowd but i stand out and not by myself or because of my shine but because of those other people who stand next to me and i say next not behind because it is my crew that makes me me and nothing less.
Had it always been this exhilirating to dance? To feel the music pulsing in her skin as the world spun out of view? Had it always been this amazing to breathe in time with the beat? They made it better. The crew. Her family.
For some reason, when I think of computers, I always think of bright green on a black background. Probably the result of some hacker movie or other from when I was a kid, or maybe a series of them.
I remember a time when I could actually say I had myself a nice little crew. All my friends in one big group, everything perfect. Now all I ask is, what happened? Why aren’t we the same anymore? Nothing seems to last long.
Working together to be a part of something big, something important. The members of the crew are all important, and without even one person that crew may not work to their full potential. As a member of a crew it is important that you ask for help when needed, and give help to those in need. Everyone has something to offer, and all members bring their own knowledge and experience to every situation.
Techies – build crew, lighting crew, costume crew, paint crew. One crew after another. I work my ass off, at least once in a while. I try to tell myself that I care, that I love the work that we do in our department, but I try to get out of working whenever I can. I stand around talking at every opportunity, while the rest of the crew is working, sweating, creating something beautiful. I should try more. I may be the lazy, freeloading son, but I am still part of the family.
i need someone to be a member of my ‘stability crew’ because
this ship is sinking,
my mind is fading,
my heart is breaking,
and i need someone to be on my side and pull me out of the water.
“Alll aboard!” I jumped onto the ship on my yellow sparkly unicon. My mother jumped into the ocean and I laughered. My unicorn landed and I screamed as I accidently got kicked in the head by my unicorn. SOme man yelled, “GET THYE HELL OUT OF HERE MATE!” AND i SAID.
“YOU GET OUT OF HERE MATE. I’M SEAZING THIS SHIP, E, MY MOKEY AND MY SPARKLY UNICORN.” I jumped of corn, the unicorn, and laughed triumphantly.
I pulled out my knife and cut off my unicorns horn then ran around the shipm, stabbign everyone with it. THe end.
dreaming of my crew that supported me through all the roles that demanded my time then. it was hard to think of the many tasks along the way, but with the many who brought me constant confidence, i was able to make it all work and come together.
a captain is sailing through an ocean and his mates discover there is a deserted island ahead. they decide to salute by to scope out the land. as they get closer, the boat starts to sink.
I thought we’d get along just fine in this
new place and this
new time
but I’m starting to miss the older days
when things were simpler
but more complicated
difficult
but happier
its not that I don’t like you
I guess I just miss the old crew
my socks are short.
i think my legs grew and my socks that were long became crew
i like short socks, but i don’t like cold legs.
waiting for warmer weather.
then my socks will be non-existant
Crew – the crew worked hard?
He wore crew socks?
There is a kitchen crew assigned to clean up?
The road crew is slacking off?
The crew team did really well?
How is crew related to cruel?
They rowed the boat
In the tempest of seaweed
Competing for the world’s recognition
The tallest one in the back was convinced
That she could see more than just the finish line
The shortest one in the front was convinced
She was invincible
The golden trophy in their hands
They walked home
Proudly
I don’t like this word. There’s something about the way the e is lost within the rest of the consonants & it makes me uneasy. I do not like the word ‘crew’. So I guess that’s something I have.
I worked at a restaurant and they called this a crew. This means that you are a member working together to be one unit. Each person’s actions affect another person.
John had hardly been able to recognize Sherlock when he returned. And not just because he’d been dead for so long, either. His face was gaunt, moreso than usual, he’d actually acquired a bit of a tan, his clothes were those of a casual student, and his loose, dark curls had been sheared off into a close-cropped crew cut. He hardly looked himself, and John wouldn’t have realized at all who had approached him, had it not been for those telltale cheekbones.
Which soon earned themselves a good punch.
A gang of hoodlums walks down the street; tattoos and faded jeans hanging low, held only by a shoestring. Yelled at, demeaned, kicked out of stores and shunned from civilized society. Punks, outlaws, thieves, crooks…they don’t understand though, because they live and die together. It’s family.
In the book of charlotte doyles confessions she is at first friends with the captain then she turns to the crew after she finds out what the captain is really like. Crew is a four letter word which is my fathers lucky # haha. Crew can mean your pack of friends or like a group of working people. Crew is an awesome word now its going crazy but on other notes crew reminds me that I really need to get my friends to be friends with eachother haha. Im the vegetarian of one of my crews haha. When I ride horses I wish I had a whole crew to help me prep my horse.
Chillen with my crew, yeah that’s how we do, tweeting back and forth, facebookin for what its worth. If u don’t like what we do. You don’t like seeing that… don’t follow me
team mates working together boats ship members water sailors navy marines submarines yachts war ropes
the crew is gone, diminished over time. we talk every once in awhile, maybe a text or a quick visit. but it all seems so unnatural and uncomfortable… not like it once was before. we all once used to be so tight, sharing drinks, laughs, stories, our past, & our beds… but we slowly moved away from each other, physically and emotionally. i wanted to move on from them all but sometimes i miss those i left in the past.
— not who they are now but who they were to me then.
Me and the crew. Inseparable some say. Not by choice, but by fate. Me and the crew. Sounds rather masculine really, but we are beautiful creatures. Like nothing anyone has ever seen before. So thank you.
The crew of the vessel watched in horror as the sea monster rose before them. It’s got to be 100 feet tall, Jacob thought. What do we do now? Besides run? We can’t outrun it. We’re doomed.
a consusn crew
crew. the crew that always was one. together. riding and diving and backing each other up. except when things got rough. then they all split. and the waves broke undisturbed on the rocks.
I love working on a crew. The first thing i think of is a assembly line working together to build something very cool and unique. My dad works on a assembly line and with a crew and they all have to work together to get the job done.
here i am, looking around for my crew. where did they go? where are they? did i really push them away that much. here i am alone without my crew. this is what i wanted, isn’t it?
The crew packed up the ship with everything they would need; food, oxygen, spare clothing, blankets, maps of the galaxy. The next day, they would strap their safety belts, and what they had all be preparing for for the last four and a half years would become their reality.
I was the crew leader and I led them. Down wide trails and narrow and through a thick, stinking bog. We pushed hard and some of them fell in, pants full of muck and sleeping bags ruined, and still they followed me. “A natural born leader,” says my mother, and me feeling afraid of this power.
Just the other day my crew got upset about the weather. How long do they have to live just to get the experience and just freaking put up with it. We have no control, nor can it be controlled. Just let it happen and deal with it. My crew makes me nervous. It’s just another form of beautiful weather.
It’s good to be part of something, to feel the support and camaraderie of a group, to all be steering in the direction of a similar goal/intention. My crew is made up of friends, family & members of my spiritual community along with my Guides & Angels.
I used to have a whole crew of friends, but now I just have a few close friends. I really think that’s good for me right now, because they hardly ever drive me crazy!
“C’mon, crew!” said the woman in the strikingly yellow tee-shirt, a whistle and lanyard adorning her neck.
The kids piled into a large yellow bus, upon which the letters S-C-H-O-O-L had been taped over and replaced with a large number six.
The boy held out the pistol towards the mass of the disheveled and gritty crew. They looked on his wearily until the boy fainted from the sun. It was hard being a captain. Especially when he was a mere lad of thirteen, who had inherited a massive piece of floating junk that his anonymous father had left behind for him before his pathetic death by some petty duel.
The crew
All of us
We are so important
aren’t we?
We stick together
and Fight
we try so hard
to be right
I now have sight
We’ll all die in the night
The film crew is up and at ’em at the crack of dawn. First the Glam squad arrives, armed with blow dryers, eyeshadow and fake beards.
I have a crew of amazing women on my side at all times. They get me. They love me and they forgive me. I love them, get them and forgive them. That is how it works, baby.
The crew of the van were just as messed up as anyone else and for an instant everyone and everything was on the same level playing field, chaos. But for Jensen and the Ninja girl, that chaos was sweet.
you know me just one of many just one girl in a crowd but i stand out and not by myself or because of my shine but because of those other people who stand next to me and i say next not behind because it is my crew that makes me me and nothing less.
Had it always been this exhilirating to dance? To feel the music pulsing in her skin as the world spun out of view? Had it always been this amazing to breathe in time with the beat? They made it better. The crew. Her family.
For some reason, when I think of computers, I always think of bright green on a black background. Probably the result of some hacker movie or other from when I was a kid, or maybe a series of them.
the crew on the ship were going crazy this was the worst storm they had seen in years if they didn’t act fast this would not end well.
I remember a time when I could actually say I had myself a nice little crew. All my friends in one big group, everything perfect. Now all I ask is, what happened? Why aren’t we the same anymore? Nothing seems to last long.