I looked around and they were all staring somewhere else. One kid sneezed, another giggled. My hands were trembling anyway, and I pushed the button. The machine didn’t make a sound. One little girl laughed a little and nudged her friend. This was supposed to be the machine of the century. And it wouldn’t even make a burp.
flags. anger. smiles. some dick ruins it by getting violent. entire group instantly loses credibility. media are cunts about whole affair. nothing changes. nothing changes. nothing changes.
The art of showing others the inside of us. The way we express ourselves in front of our loved ones. The manipulation we daily do with others to get what we want. A fom of despite other arts.
Standing in front of a room full of kids in the science labs waiting for me to speak about something interesting and all that comes to my mind is “shit!” but its okay because they probably hate sciencey stuff just as much as me so they won’t mind if i don’t speak
I was walking down the street and saw a woman doing a demonstration about some apples. I tok a step closer and tasted one. She told me the demonstration was over and took the apple away from me. I frowned and hit her with my lightsaber.
Berlin is the demonstration capital of the world from what I’ve experienced so far. There is one or more going on every weekend. I’ve marched through Tiergarten for AtomKraft Nein Danke! And down Ku’damm with the Libyan community in protest of Gaddaffi. It is emotional and inspiring and and bonding and fun.
Once apon a time there lived three young girls who to prove their innocence in a theft case of snails. To prove their innocence they decided whoever could direct a watermelon first would win a snail….?
we saw the demonstration through the glass. It filled the children’s eyes with wonder, but sadness flashed through my heart. If only we knew how this was going to end.
the streets were crowded, all were dressed in black, This wasn’t an ordinary demonstration. This was unlike any the city had ever seen. From the young and the old, the sick and frail, the rich the poor all wanted their voices to be heard. Kony. We want Kony – was their chant.
I think the best demonstration is writing about something without thinking about it, just let the overflow of words pass through your fingers, till the paper sheet is full of notions you really mean but never say with voice.
She was showing him a demonstration of the time warp and had to explain a short amount of time, ten seconds to say ” a jump to the left, step to the right, now bend your knees inside and let your pelvic thrust” too many words for ten seconds.
there is a suge of people in the place d’odeon, I see everything in black and white today, but with leica precision, who are these people, les profs de sport against what?, for what?, I like it anyway, it feels alive
freedom of speech. human rights. the ability to voice your opinions on an issue you’re passionate about. social change. younger generation. civil rights.
This word, again.
To demonstrate.
I will show you, you will see.
This is how it works.
No, no! I will never make this second nature.
What you make seem so simple, is but torture to me.
Try once more, and you will see.
You don’t quite know how this works, how to kiss and touch and feel. How to whisper lovely words that inspire lovely thoughts. And you so desperately want to show, but you can’t.
She grabs your hand, demonstrates. You are sure that there is light exploding in your brain, sending sparks through your entire being. It makes you dizzy in the best possible way, light headed and sluggish and so very, very electric. You wonder if she felt. You hope that you showed.
This, again.
Trial, error.
“No, no, it works better if you do it like this, see?”
Skillful maneuvering. No, one must practice as well, there’s not a chance to understand how he does this intuitively.
I went to a demonstration the other day, it was horrible, yet I hate to sit through it because unfortunatly my best friend was making it.. all the hard work we put into her appearance and self confidence seems to be meeted
in a act of demonstration you may create a physical illustration. It is a tool used across the nation often without any hesitation for the registration of acting like this with liberation
i gave them the demonstration of how to lecture about the building. they did not understand the difference between the early renaissance and the high renaissance so we spent almost two hours talking about mannerism and the death of the priest
I’m the girl you read about crying in class over a guy. I didn’t mean to though, so give me some credit.
Calmly as if it were a walk on the beach, I told my eyes not to close. I knew as soon as I closed them, the tears would begin flowing.
Calmly as if it were a night looking at stars, I told myself not to think. I knew as soon as it hit me, it would hit me hard and good.
Calmly as if it were summer again, I told myself this was a part of living. I knew as soon as I closed my eyes and let my mind wander, I would be a living in the mold of the teenage broken hearted bitter bitch.
I’m the girl they use as a demonstration; don’ fall in love at seventeen.
“You see?”
It may be easy for you to see, but no, I do not. “Might I see that again? I don’t quite understand..”
“Fine, fine. This is the last time I’ll give you a demonstration.”
I want to show you all today something very special. I want to show you all how to see. I know most of you can see with your eyes, but I’d like to show you how to see with your hearts.
demonstration.
the act of recreating something, of passing on knowledge.
demonstration.
attempting to change one’s view of the world in a short amount of time.
demonstration.
change.
a demonstration teaches you many things. take the ones in college for example- you learn so many brand new things. i fact, i just had a culinary demo yesterday which i sadly missed because my head was in the clouds and i read the time wrong and went half an hour late!
The clocked and whip clicked furiously as I was beaten by the whip… smack, smack, smack. Sore, tear, blood. I guess this is what I get for being a “nigger.” I become the live demonstration.
As Derrik started out his final demonstration, he fell to his knees, grabbed his chest, and gave up the ghost.
After that it was time for Carrot Cake class.
I wanted to like him. Up until then, I did like him.
I looked around and they were all staring somewhere else. One kid sneezed, another giggled. My hands were trembling anyway, and I pushed the button. The machine didn’t make a sound. One little girl laughed a little and nudged her friend. This was supposed to be the machine of the century. And it wouldn’t even make a burp.
flags. anger. smiles. some dick ruins it by getting violent. entire group instantly loses credibility. media are cunts about whole affair. nothing changes. nothing changes. nothing changes.
The art of showing others the inside of us. The way we express ourselves in front of our loved ones. The manipulation we daily do with others to get what we want. A fom of despite other arts.
i AM HAPPY
I can take care of us.
This can be fun.
Standing in front of a room full of kids in the science labs waiting for me to speak about something interesting and all that comes to my mind is “shit!” but its okay because they probably hate sciencey stuff just as much as me so they won’t mind if i don’t speak
I was walking down the street and saw a woman doing a demonstration about some apples. I tok a step closer and tasted one. She told me the demonstration was over and took the apple away from me. I frowned and hit her with my lightsaber.
Berlin is the demonstration capital of the world from what I’ve experienced so far. There is one or more going on every weekend. I’ve marched through Tiergarten for AtomKraft Nein Danke! And down Ku’damm with the Libyan community in protest of Gaddaffi. It is emotional and inspiring and and bonding and fun.
Once apon a time there lived three young girls who to prove their innocence in a theft case of snails. To prove their innocence they decided whoever could direct a watermelon first would win a snail….?
we saw the demonstration through the glass. It filled the children’s eyes with wonder, but sadness flashed through my heart. If only we knew how this was going to end.
the streets were crowded, all were dressed in black, This wasn’t an ordinary demonstration. This was unlike any the city had ever seen. From the young and the old, the sick and frail, the rich the poor all wanted their voices to be heard. Kony. We want Kony – was their chant.
I think the best demonstration is writing about something without thinking about it, just let the overflow of words pass through your fingers, till the paper sheet is full of notions you really mean but never say with voice.
they should be demonstration before you loose your virginity, on how to get it up and have sex, because my first time was horrific.
act with your heart ; there’s a way to show and to be felt
what you give will be taken
there has to be an audience
to bring it
l i v e
She was showing him a demonstration of the time warp and had to explain a short amount of time, ten seconds to say ” a jump to the left, step to the right, now bend your knees inside and let your pelvic thrust” too many words for ten seconds.
I am the action of leaders and the predator of the cowardly…Embrace me or fear me!
Maybe I should show you…because seeing is learning, then learning is doing. So, from there you grow. Let me demonstrate.
there is a suge of people in the place d’odeon, I see everything in black and white today, but with leica precision, who are these people, les profs de sport against what?, for what?, I like it anyway, it feels alive
in the begining of that word says demon. if like following an act. you show somebody how to do something. then try try to learn. i ver amuzing word.
Maybe I should show you…because seeing is learning, then learning is doing. So, from there you grow. Let me demonstrate.
demon demo menstration trat on ions the mons train station. :) a demonstration example let me show you how its done down here
freedom of speech. human rights. the ability to voice your opinions on an issue you’re passionate about. social change. younger generation. civil rights.
The demonstration,
Of whatever is needed,
I’ll be glad to do.
You do know that I,
Am such an awesome person,
If not, now you do.
This word, again.
To demonstrate.
I will show you, you will see.
This is how it works.
No, no! I will never make this second nature.
What you make seem so simple, is but torture to me.
Try once more, and you will see.
You don’t quite know how this works, how to kiss and touch and feel. How to whisper lovely words that inspire lovely thoughts. And you so desperately want to show, but you can’t.
She grabs your hand, demonstrates. You are sure that there is light exploding in your brain, sending sparks through your entire being. It makes you dizzy in the best possible way, light headed and sluggish and so very, very electric. You wonder if she felt. You hope that you showed.
This, again.
Trial, error.
“No, no, it works better if you do it like this, see?”
Skillful maneuvering. No, one must practice as well, there’s not a chance to understand how he does this intuitively.
I went to a demonstration the other day, it was horrible, yet I hate to sit through it because unfortunatly my best friend was making it.. all the hard work we put into her appearance and self confidence seems to be meeted
Wait, wait, I get it now!
“Are you sure you don’t want to explain this again?”
Well, maybe not.
A demonstration. I see. Yes, thank you. But I must try it myself, to truly understand. One does not simply ‘demonstrate’ life.
in a act of demonstration you may create a physical illustration. It is a tool used across the nation often without any hesitation for the registration of acting like this with liberation
Demonstration i went to one last week, well i cant say it was anything but a bore. would have loved for it to be more
i gave them the demonstration of how to lecture about the building. they did not understand the difference between the early renaissance and the high renaissance so we spent almost two hours talking about mannerism and the death of the priest
To show things in order for correct usage of what is being demonstrated. It is essential so we know the right use for the same.
A demonstration is more than an explanation its a sign it can truly change the way you view the subject. Let me demonstrate.
I’m the girl you read about crying in class over a guy. I didn’t mean to though, so give me some credit.
Calmly as if it were a walk on the beach, I told my eyes not to close. I knew as soon as I closed them, the tears would begin flowing.
Calmly as if it were a night looking at stars, I told myself not to think. I knew as soon as it hit me, it would hit me hard and good.
Calmly as if it were summer again, I told myself this was a part of living. I knew as soon as I closed my eyes and let my mind wander, I would be a living in the mold of the teenage broken hearted bitter bitch.
I’m the girl they use as a demonstration; don’ fall in love at seventeen.
“You see?”
It may be easy for you to see, but no, I do not. “Might I see that again? I don’t quite understand..”
“Fine, fine. This is the last time I’ll give you a demonstration.”
I want to show you all today something very special. I want to show you all how to see. I know most of you can see with your eyes, but I’d like to show you how to see with your hearts.
demonstration.
the act of recreating something, of passing on knowledge.
demonstration.
attempting to change one’s view of the world in a short amount of time.
demonstration.
change.
a demonstration teaches you many things. take the ones in college for example- you learn so many brand new things. i fact, i just had a culinary demo yesterday which i sadly missed because my head was in the clouds and i read the time wrong and went half an hour late!
The clocked and whip clicked furiously as I was beaten by the whip… smack, smack, smack. Sore, tear, blood. I guess this is what I get for being a “nigger.” I become the live demonstration.