as a kid, i was always curious. i wish i still had that same mentality today. i wish that i were curious about simple things around me. like how the wind works or why red is red. i feel like it would make me more artistic or sensual or something. things were much simpler as a child and i had the time to wonder. i wish it were still that simple.
I was just curious about the moment, the way the bitterness takes itself, wrapped up or down, the way only a bug can see that children’s toes aren’t tiny just comparatively and why that makes them cute is anyone’s guess, least of all the scientist’s
With specific instructions like “do not, whatever you do, open this box,” the act of not opening the box was becoming increasingly more difficult as Cedric drove past the midnight hour. He hit the quiet interstate.
It was small, about the size of a bread box, or so Cedric imagined. He wasn’t quite sure how big a bread box was; he’d never even seen a bread box.
It looked like an ornate little treasure chest with a small latch and keyhole. It sat there, on the passenger seat, looking as tempting and irresistible as it could possibly will itself to, and Cedric passed a glance at it every so often.
“I’m not going to open you,” said Cedric, trying to convince himself more than the box. “I’m not. Now just sit tight and stop looking at me like that.”
He knew little more about his employer than he did the man in Tallahassee he was bringing the box to. It’s good money, thought Cedric, especially for a delivery job.
After another hour, he pulled off I-10 and followed the printed directions, as the box called to him, enticing him.
He ignored it with everything in him, knowing it wouldn’t be worth the risk of either the man in Tallahassee, or his employer, finding out. Idly he wondered what could be inside such an attractive unlocked box that could possibly garner such a hefty delivery fee. And why the secrecy?
They were dying to know. It had absolutely nothing to do with the two gossip girls, but they had to know. They wanted to know the secrets, how it happened and what really happened. They were nosy. Curiously nosy.
There are many things in this world that I do not understand. One of which being why the humans living in the United States are so afraid of the change that they wanted so badly. They fear the man that they put in the highest office. They fear each other because they think differently. Humans fear each other because of who they love and care about. They fear the choices they others around them make about a life form not yet born even if the mother knows what she’s doing. These humans fear other humans for the being that they worship and give praise to for the life that they have. Humans in the United States are not that united, they fight each other on everything; the importance of the subject has little meaning to them. I’m curious to see if these childish creatures known as humans living in the United States on this little blue plant will ever grow up.
What was that? I was truly curious. It flashed in periodic strobes, drawing me toward it. I picked it up and- BAM! You know what they say; “Curiosity killed the cat.”
With specific instructions like “do not, whatever you do, open this box,” the act of not opening the box was becoming increasingly more difficult as Cedric drove past the midnight hour. He hit the quiet interstate.
It was small, about the size of a bread box, or so Cedric imagined. He wasn’t quite sure how big a bread box was; he’d never even seen a bread box.
It looked like an ornate little treasure chest with a small latch and keyhole. It sat there, on the passenger seat, looking as tempting irresistible as it could possibly will itself to, and Cedric passed a glance at it every so often.
“I’m not going to open you,” said Cedric, trying to convince himself more than the box. “I’m not. Now just sit tight and stop looking at me like that.”
He knew little more about his employer than he did the man in Tallahassee he was bringing the box to. It’s good money, thought Cedric, especially for a delivery job.
After another hour, he pulled off I-10 and followed the printed directions, as the box called to him, enticing him.
He ignored it with everything in him, knowing it wouldn’t be worth the risk of either the man in Tallahassee, or his employer, finding out. Idly he wondered what could be inside such an attractive unlocked box that could possibly garner such a hefty delivery fee. And why the secrecy?
people might think their gay but don’t know how to let others know! please let people who are curious about their sexuality be free to be who they really are! no one should feel out of place!
i am curious as to what this experiment is all about. i am curious as to why they chose the word curious. curiosity is a very cool thing. are your curious to hear what i am going to write about? i am curious to see what other people wrote about the word curious. i have hit a wall now.
Curious can have many meanings. Curious as in someone who likes to be adventurous and go bungee jumping g or a completely different meaning that would be used to describe someone who is trying to figure out there sexual oreantaition.
I am serious; that I am curious. A form of me being deliriously conspicuous. I cant pick and choose what to lose but I choose you . I learn and become and I feel safer with you at this circus called life.
learning about something new, wanting to know something you’ve never heard of before, want to know information that no one else knows, wanting to discover something never seen before, wanting to know something that you’ve never heard before,
The curious thing about things is circuses. Not in the cheery nostalgic way but in the sense that that old menagerie and rustic feel of the freak-shows were in of itself curious. The Curious Circus, the Queerest of All and the Normal-est of None.
curious. a main word to descirbe me. a thirst, a need to uncover the hidden. the virgin path untouched by foot. to tthe degree that i look behind me to see my wet footprint on the dry cement sidewalk after i’ve stepped in a puddle. like a child who constantly asks his mommy simple questions. to the degree that i spend hours upon hours reading a good book because i just HAVE to read whats on the next page. the roughness of the paper on my fingers excites me.
when shally saw the pms muchlove approaching, she was curious to whom may just beon it.but when she saw elke and kathleen,she instantly knew! bogdan! only bogdan could bring that amount of joy to kath! Kat embraced shally,cupping her hand onto shally’s breast.smiling ear to ear,they both passionately kissed each other.
The other day I was walking with my girlfriend in the park, and we saw a colony of ants next to the creek and there were thousands, just on the edge of the water, It was an odd sight. Im curious as to what they were doing next to the water.
“How curious,” I said.
“What’s curious?” he said.
“Curious how we just straight up quoted Harry Potter.”
“That’s a bad joke.”
“I know. Sorry.”
“That’s okay. You have a very curious sense of humor.”
I don’t know why i opened the door. Maybe because it said “Do not open”, i guess. I was just curious. The more people forbid, the more i want to know. I’m allways told i’m too nosy. But hey, curiosity is a good thing, right?
I am curious about what the future will be. I am curious if I will ever be the girl that wins the guy. I am curious if I will ever be as happy as everyone things I am. I am curious because I am human. Curiosity fuels everything inside of me. If you are not curious than you are not alive.
i’m curious, ya know? no. i don’t know. nobody is curious anymore. we sit and soak in the information given us like it’s workshop grease and a good dose of love. no one questions it. no one stops to wonder how things came to be this way, why fact is fact. Life, my friends has been drained of it’s curiosity like blood from a victim.
I love my cat. He’s so full of energy and love and I wish he could live forever. I love how curious cats can be. It either makes them incredibly cute, or incredibly annoying and in the way. I just hope my cat’s curiosity doesn’t kill him.
She wandered in by herself but she left with more than a few friends. Maybe it was her long, rainbow-colored hair or maybe it was the way she grinned like she knew something they didn’t. No one could resist her charm or the silky feel of her hand once she placed it in theirs. And her voice drowned out any mental protest with its sweet honey tones. She was perfect.
curiosity is something which never unleashes until its fulfilled or satisfied…….there is nothing more productive than a curious mind……..yes it does definitely works wonders
Curiousity is the most important trait for somebody to have really… It’s difficult to have fun in life without being curious intellectually and playfully… We’re taught usually to do away with curioiusness because of the old phrase that ‘Curiosity killed the cat” but that’s a limiation society is trying to put on people. People need to pursue thier dreams and do things.
curiouser and curiouser!
what alice said to the rabbit
curiosity killed the cat
and the oysters
it’s best to live and let live
let it alone
go about your merry business
leave it alone…
Just leave it be
I am curious about the inner workings of other people’s minds. What do they see when they look at the blue sky? Is it the same as what I see? What do they hear in the sound of the wind, or feel in the touch of it? My longings–are they mine alone, or common to others? We cannot know another’s pain, and maybe we cannot know another’s mind at all.
I want to explore your skin – the corners of your elbows, the ridges of your hips, the full curve of your lips. I want to taste you. To sink into your skin. I want you to caress my generous curves and careen into my questioning mind. I wonder about you. I ache to know your secrets.
They say curiosity killed the cat. But I say satisfaction brought him back.
Curious I am about the nature of things
Curious I am about the things of nature
Curious I am about my own nature of being
Curious I am about how I fell in love with you
Curious I am not about the reasons you fell in love with me
when shally saw the pms muchlove approaching,she wondered who was on it.but when elke and kathleen got to her,she knew.bogdan! only bogdan was capable of putting that much joy back into kathy’s eyes.Kat wildly embraced her,cupped her hand under shally’s breast and just as wildly kissed her.
she left the house. it was a warm sunny evening. she didnt turn back to look at what she was leaving she was only curious about how much she could afford to drink at the nearest bar. now that she did look back she was curious as to why she left.
i wonder where the time goes when we aren’t watching it. i wonder why curious george is so fascinating to small children. i wonder why bananas are yellow. i wonder why the word “curious” sounds so much more entertaining in a british accent. i wonder why “k” sounds catch in your mouth sometimes.
Who is? You are? No one is- because there is no cure for I. We’ve tried ‘us’ it doesn’t work. It tastes good, but disolves too quickly on the tongue. I don’t guess we need a cure – we cold try to manage symptoms, that seems more authentic anyway. Symptoms are the stuff of life – what would we do if curiosity drove us around in a Chevy pointing out odd rock formations and the way leafless trees look against the waning orange of the sun? I owe us – nothing. Just manage what you can and smell everything. The sense of smell is really what awakens our curiosity.
It’s curious when you start wondering, for example you can start thinking about apples, then computers then viruses, then swines, then meat, then food, then restaurants, then markets, then oddities, then ancient things like vases, until then you notice that an apple and vase are totally related.
as a kid, i was always curious. i wish i still had that same mentality today. i wish that i were curious about simple things around me. like how the wind works or why red is red. i feel like it would make me more artistic or sensual or something. things were much simpler as a child and i had the time to wonder. i wish it were still that simple.
Shine, shine on
Scattering of gilded gazes
Profusions of curiosity
Never grow as old and unyielding as the your mother
I was just curious about the moment, the way the bitterness takes itself, wrapped up or down, the way only a bug can see that children’s toes aren’t tiny just comparatively and why that makes them cute is anyone’s guess, least of all the scientist’s
With specific instructions like “do not, whatever you do, open this box,” the act of not opening the box was becoming increasingly more difficult as Cedric drove past the midnight hour. He hit the quiet interstate.
It was small, about the size of a bread box, or so Cedric imagined. He wasn’t quite sure how big a bread box was; he’d never even seen a bread box.
It looked like an ornate little treasure chest with a small latch and keyhole. It sat there, on the passenger seat, looking as tempting and irresistible as it could possibly will itself to, and Cedric passed a glance at it every so often.
“I’m not going to open you,” said Cedric, trying to convince himself more than the box. “I’m not. Now just sit tight and stop looking at me like that.”
He knew little more about his employer than he did the man in Tallahassee he was bringing the box to. It’s good money, thought Cedric, especially for a delivery job.
After another hour, he pulled off I-10 and followed the printed directions, as the box called to him, enticing him.
He ignored it with everything in him, knowing it wouldn’t be worth the risk of either the man in Tallahassee, or his employer, finding out. Idly he wondered what could be inside such an attractive unlocked box that could possibly garner such a hefty delivery fee. And why the secrecy?
They were dying to know. It had absolutely nothing to do with the two gossip girls, but they had to know. They wanted to know the secrets, how it happened and what really happened. They were nosy. Curiously nosy.
There are many things in this world that I do not understand. One of which being why the humans living in the United States are so afraid of the change that they wanted so badly. They fear the man that they put in the highest office. They fear each other because they think differently. Humans fear each other because of who they love and care about. They fear the choices they others around them make about a life form not yet born even if the mother knows what she’s doing. These humans fear other humans for the being that they worship and give praise to for the life that they have. Humans in the United States are not that united, they fight each other on everything; the importance of the subject has little meaning to them. I’m curious to see if these childish creatures known as humans living in the United States on this little blue plant will ever grow up.
What was that? I was truly curious. It flashed in periodic strobes, drawing me toward it. I picked it up and- BAM! You know what they say; “Curiosity killed the cat.”
With specific instructions like “do not, whatever you do, open this box,” the act of not opening the box was becoming increasingly more difficult as Cedric drove past the midnight hour. He hit the quiet interstate.
It was small, about the size of a bread box, or so Cedric imagined. He wasn’t quite sure how big a bread box was; he’d never even seen a bread box.
It looked like an ornate little treasure chest with a small latch and keyhole. It sat there, on the passenger seat, looking as tempting irresistible as it could possibly will itself to, and Cedric passed a glance at it every so often.
“I’m not going to open you,” said Cedric, trying to convince himself more than the box. “I’m not. Now just sit tight and stop looking at me like that.”
He knew little more about his employer than he did the man in Tallahassee he was bringing the box to. It’s good money, thought Cedric, especially for a delivery job.
After another hour, he pulled off I-10 and followed the printed directions, as the box called to him, enticing him.
He ignored it with everything in him, knowing it wouldn’t be worth the risk of either the man in Tallahassee, or his employer, finding out. Idly he wondered what could be inside such an attractive unlocked box that could possibly garner such a hefty delivery fee. And why the secrecy?
people might think their gay but don’t know how to let others know! please let people who are curious about their sexuality be free to be who they really are! no one should feel out of place!
i am curious as to what this experiment is all about. i am curious as to why they chose the word curious. curiosity is a very cool thing. are your curious to hear what i am going to write about? i am curious to see what other people wrote about the word curious. i have hit a wall now.
Curious can have many meanings. Curious as in someone who likes to be adventurous and go bungee jumping g or a completely different meaning that would be used to describe someone who is trying to figure out there sexual oreantaition.
I am serious; that I am curious. A form of me being deliriously conspicuous. I cant pick and choose what to lose but I choose you . I learn and become and I feel safer with you at this circus called life.
learning about something new, wanting to know something you’ve never heard of before, want to know information that no one else knows, wanting to discover something never seen before, wanting to know something that you’ve never heard before,
The curious thing about things is circuses. Not in the cheery nostalgic way but in the sense that that old menagerie and rustic feel of the freak-shows were in of itself curious. The Curious Circus, the Queerest of All and the Normal-est of None.
curious. a main word to descirbe me. a thirst, a need to uncover the hidden. the virgin path untouched by foot. to tthe degree that i look behind me to see my wet footprint on the dry cement sidewalk after i’ve stepped in a puddle. like a child who constantly asks his mommy simple questions. to the degree that i spend hours upon hours reading a good book because i just HAVE to read whats on the next page. the roughness of the paper on my fingers excites me.
when shally saw the pms muchlove approaching, she was curious to whom may just beon it.but when she saw elke and kathleen,she instantly knew! bogdan! only bogdan could bring that amount of joy to kath! Kat embraced shally,cupping her hand onto shally’s breast.smiling ear to ear,they both passionately kissed each other.
The other day I was walking with my girlfriend in the park, and we saw a colony of ants next to the creek and there were thousands, just on the edge of the water, It was an odd sight. Im curious as to what they were doing next to the water.
“How curious,” I said.
“What’s curious?” he said.
“Curious how we just straight up quoted Harry Potter.”
“That’s a bad joke.”
“I know. Sorry.”
“That’s okay. You have a very curious sense of humor.”
I don’t know why i opened the door. Maybe because it said “Do not open”, i guess. I was just curious. The more people forbid, the more i want to know. I’m allways told i’m too nosy. But hey, curiosity is a good thing, right?
I am curious about what the future will be. I am curious if I will ever be the girl that wins the guy. I am curious if I will ever be as happy as everyone things I am. I am curious because I am human. Curiosity fuels everything inside of me. If you are not curious than you are not alive.
i’m curious, ya know? no. i don’t know. nobody is curious anymore. we sit and soak in the information given us like it’s workshop grease and a good dose of love. no one questions it. no one stops to wonder how things came to be this way, why fact is fact. Life, my friends has been drained of it’s curiosity like blood from a victim.
I love my cat. He’s so full of energy and love and I wish he could live forever. I love how curious cats can be. It either makes them incredibly cute, or incredibly annoying and in the way. I just hope my cat’s curiosity doesn’t kill him.
She wandered in by herself but she left with more than a few friends. Maybe it was her long, rainbow-colored hair or maybe it was the way she grinned like she knew something they didn’t. No one could resist her charm or the silky feel of her hand once she placed it in theirs. And her voice drowned out any mental protest with its sweet honey tones. She was perfect.
curiosity is something which never unleashes until its fulfilled or satisfied…….there is nothing more productive than a curious mind……..yes it does definitely works wonders
I was as curious as a cat. Haha silly kitty.
Curiousity is the most important trait for somebody to have really… It’s difficult to have fun in life without being curious intellectually and playfully… We’re taught usually to do away with curioiusness because of the old phrase that ‘Curiosity killed the cat” but that’s a limiation society is trying to put on people. People need to pursue thier dreams and do things.
curious. when you wonder about something and want to know. curious george. curiousity killed the cat.
curious is another word for whenever you are wondering about something or investigating it.
Cats are curious.
curiouser and curiouser!
what alice said to the rabbit
curiosity killed the cat
and the oysters
it’s best to live and let live
let it alone
go about your merry business
leave it alone…
Just leave it be
I am curious about the inner workings of other people’s minds. What do they see when they look at the blue sky? Is it the same as what I see? What do they hear in the sound of the wind, or feel in the touch of it? My longings–are they mine alone, or common to others? We cannot know another’s pain, and maybe we cannot know another’s mind at all.
Well, how curious is it I am here, now, doing what I am doing.
I want to explore your skin – the corners of your elbows, the ridges of your hips, the full curve of your lips. I want to taste you. To sink into your skin. I want you to caress my generous curves and careen into my questioning mind. I wonder about you. I ache to know your secrets.
They say curiosity killed the cat. But I say satisfaction brought him back.
Curious I am about the nature of things
Curious I am about the things of nature
Curious I am about my own nature of being
Curious I am about how I fell in love with you
Curious I am not about the reasons you fell in love with me
when shally saw the pms muchlove approaching,she wondered who was on it.but when elke and kathleen got to her,she knew.bogdan! only bogdan was capable of putting that much joy back into kathy’s eyes.Kat wildly embraced her,cupped her hand under shally’s breast and just as wildly kissed her.
she left the house. it was a warm sunny evening. she didnt turn back to look at what she was leaving she was only curious about how much she could afford to drink at the nearest bar. now that she did look back she was curious as to why she left.
I traveled into the deepest darkest thicket of my mind and became curious about my commitment to you.
I’ve come back with an assignment…
…be more romantic.
i wonder where the time goes when we aren’t watching it. i wonder why curious george is so fascinating to small children. i wonder why bananas are yellow. i wonder why the word “curious” sounds so much more entertaining in a british accent. i wonder why “k” sounds catch in your mouth sometimes.
Who is? You are? No one is- because there is no cure for I. We’ve tried ‘us’ it doesn’t work. It tastes good, but disolves too quickly on the tongue. I don’t guess we need a cure – we cold try to manage symptoms, that seems more authentic anyway. Symptoms are the stuff of life – what would we do if curiosity drove us around in a Chevy pointing out odd rock formations and the way leafless trees look against the waning orange of the sun? I owe us – nothing. Just manage what you can and smell everything. The sense of smell is really what awakens our curiosity.
It’s curious when you start wondering, for example you can start thinking about apples, then computers then viruses, then swines, then meat, then food, then restaurants, then markets, then oddities, then ancient things like vases, until then you notice that an apple and vase are totally related.