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The main contributor. Makin money as a plain distributor.
By John S. Williams URL on 06.26.2012
the distributor is the worse part of the supply chain. In fact, the whole supply chain is symptomatic of the evils of capitalism and the fallacy of exponential growth. I soon see the distributor disappear.
By EasternViolet on 06.26.2012
distributor? more so a guider.
he follows and goes on an adventure to get to where you are
and brings gifts
“let my voice be your guide
walk with stride
into the further you go”
but remember to keep one foot in our world.
even if its wall street
and all the competitive-ness rolls through your body
the emotional roller coaster you ride whilst doing so
will forever stick with you
and never leave your mind.
By Mi Chiamano Alex URL on 06.26.2012
I am the giver,
I bring forth the thoughts which often I think are to be left in their origin.
But, apparently, people will listen to my thoughts.
I am the giver,
By Lauren on 06.26.2012
distributing goods to others
By Nicolle on 06.26.2012
Redistribution. Taking the goods of the rich and giving them out to the poor. Those who work deserve the fruits of their labour, not the rich. Equality and egalitarianism. Viva la Revolucion! Liberty, Equality, Brotherhood. Vive la France!
By Truman on 06.26.2012
the worst thing in america is the drug war the goverment says they dont want it yet the are distributors of methadone
By scott on 06.26.2012
God is my distributor. He has crafted me and distributed my talents in a way that makes me happy and pleases him. He listens when I need the strength, the faith, the patience in his word which he has distributed for all.
By Mallory on 06.26.2012
When the wine distibutor finally left, Daniel was still swirling the last of the Cotes du Rhone in his glass and jabbering about legs and body and meat and jam. His cheeks glowed pink and his lips were moist.
By penny dreadful URL on 06.26.2012
When the wine distributor finally left, Daniel was still swirling the last of the Cotes du Rhone in his glass and jabbering about legs and body and meat and jam. His cheeks glowed pink and his lips were moist.
Whyyyyyyyyyyyyy?! Why are distributors such as Walmart such monopolizing whores? Uggg I got lipstick on my finger. This is blasphemous I say! Truly! Yuck. Bla de bla de bla. Yeahhhhhhhhhh.
By Daisy on 06.26.2012
Give. Give. Give. Take not but give. Again. And again. And again. But give what? And to whom? How? When? Where? Why? Give. Give.
By Bee on 06.26.2012
Here, take this. You’ll need it. Next one! Oh, it’s you again. Already broke up with her, huh? Your heart needs a plaster, here take it. Next one! Ah, you look really sad! Lost your job? Here, take some chocolate. Give it to the girl you’ll meet at the train station, her father will have a job for you. Next one!
By Fredda URL on 06.26.2012
When I think of the word, “distributor,” I think of basketball. Specifically, my man from the team in all green, Rajon Rondo. He is the epitome of a distributing professional point guard as he gets his teammates the ball like no one else in the game today.
By Darren Lopes Jr. on 06.26.2012
one world we will have when people stop discriminating each other and start to look around and into themselves as a unity.
By Kenia Cardoso on 06.26.2012
And yet. And yet all you do is just give. And you keep giving and giving and giving. Little parts. Little shards of you to everyone. All who ask and those who don’t too.
By Z on 06.26.2012
He was waiting for me in a dark aisle. In the middle of the night he struck his deals with the souls poor enough to have to work with him. That’s what my brother had told me. He said they called him… The Distributor.
By Charlie URL on 06.26.2012
And what is there left to give? Parts given to all who had wanted them. And more to the ones who scorned them. Everything given. Taken. No. No. Given. Always given.
By Bee URL on 06.26.2012
I distribute happiness and negative energy at the same time. everywhere I go. You distribute nothing. They distribute what you give them. which is nothing. He/she/it distributes nothing. Distribution isn’t necessary when there is nothing to produce. or distribute. So your life, is rather irrelevant.
By Elaine URL on 06.26.2012
We looked around the barren village, allowing the cold air to drift over each of us and slowly take over. Then, like so many of the times before, a grey van pulled up (the same color as the concrete) and stopped at the side of the dirt road. “Get in line!” He screamed, heartlessly, at my village (the village without a name). We did as told, like so many times before, and awaited our rations from the distributor.
By Hannah URL on 06.26.2012
The distributor of propadanda rose through the ranks of the magazine world. Occassionally he would alter the information to his own benefit until he became a tycone.
By testy on 06.26.2012
They called him the “distributor.” I don’t know why. I only know that he gave us our food, our water, our lives. Without him, we would die. But where did he come from? Why does he have all of this stuff? And what happens when he disappears?
By Taylor on 06.26.2012
I am the distributor, I give you what you seek and sometimes what you need. Places flash by me in a blur. I am the distributor.
By Auz URL on 06.26.2012
Every man in the world is a distributor of their own works and ideals and those who receive either chose to learn from it, abuse it, or cast it aside without second thought. It is what makes our creations and distributions humane in right.
By Patrick URL on 06.26.2012
She distributes lies with not an ounce of guilt in her heart. Her dark tresses fly with the wind as she screams on top of her lungs towards the crowd, asking them to buy the latest edition of the newspaper created by the government. Inwardly, she knows she’s going to have to face the consequences once the public wakes up and witnesses the truth. However, for now she does her duty—distributing the propaganda newspaper, so that she can bring perhaps a loaf of bread home to her family once the day is over.
By Aisha Momand on 06.26.2012
The one little shining light that I so desperately crave.
I rant and rave and will pay anything you beg of me.
Just for that one shining moment outside of my head.
I beg of thee.
By Bre on 06.26.2012
Drugs have been used from early ages.They are provided to people by a dealer,also known as a distributor.this distributor appears in various foarms,depending of the qualities of the drugs provided
By SaraMiru URL on 06.26.2012
My job was simple. They called me “The Distributer.” It was one of the down sides of being the managers assistant. Getting coffee orders or food orders or anything of that nature. But I knew before I became a big producer, I had to keep distributing the coffee. One baby step before my glorious moments of greatness.
By Aly Fieber URL on 06.26.2012
I give out oranges at an orange plant in Takayama, Japan. Sometimes people make orange juice with them, but mostly they make orange sushi and orange sculptures of fish and people to place in shrines to the spirits of fruit.
By Sidonie on 06.26.2012
one who gives out product; allowing commercialism; the first step in the process of materialistic decay of society that we see everywhere today
By Kailey on 06.26.2012
I watched the eyes of the Hispanic clerk follow me around the convenience store, as if the surveillance cameras weren’t watchful enough. In an attempt to escape the supervision, I wandered into the vast frozen food section. The glass doors were frosted over with ice and were impossible to open. I noticed a note attached to one of the silver handles, “Distributor no longer in business.”.
By ECG URL on 06.26.2012
I don’t know what the word means, maybe ditributing something over something, like in software engineering, we sitribute a system over devices and machines around the world or a ctity or whatever, to get high availability and other benefits.
By Muznah Al-Dosary on 06.26.2012
I walked through the cracked doorway took my filthy face mask off, to find Mom crying into the sink that stopped working in 2014.
“Mom, whats going on?”
Mom looked up at me with tears in her eyes and mumbled some excuse about the atmosphere bothering her eyes, I knew there was something that she didn’t want to tell me.
“You can tell me..”
She sighed and gave in,”The distributor came by today, he gave us half rations.”
I couldn’t believe it…with the world deteriorating by the second, we couldn’t afford half rations. The rations have been cut in half at least 2 times.
By Gaia Serene URL on 06.26.2012
I think of pac sun. A store that sells hoodies and such- at least that’s all I really buy from there. But I also think of drug dealers. Supplier and distributors. Although that made me pause and rethink typing it, I can’t lie. It’s something I’m surrounded by on a daily basis in the city. Drug distributors. Some even go so far as driving ice cream trucks to deliver drugs into the suburbs at night. How clever…
By Kye on 06.26.2012
Without the change in his hands
The dirty bronze or worn silver
There was no way of paying his dues
Not in the way he wanted
And never to the delivery man
Who twirls the absent gold
Across hairy, greased up knuckles
A package held up, resting
On two out-stretched palms
By gsk URL on 06.26.2012
How can I be a distributor? Well, can it happen through the mind and spirit? Sometimes I wonder if there are ways where the person can just read minds and understand others’ point of views and thoughts. It doesn’t work that way as we are just human beings. Different too.
By Nika URL on 06.26.2012
movin packs of tha product tryin 2 get this money right/im slangin everythang blacktar china white/exotic trees rx pills an exctacy/ im tha distributor supply an demand i gotta feed these feens/
By bryson on 06.26.2012
“We gotta find someone to shift this” said Barry. “We can’t do it ourselves. Who would even have time to distribute all this themselves? What were you thinking?!”
Andy shifted uncomfortably. It wasn’t that he hadn’t thought about that, it’s just that…well, actually he hadn’t thought about that. Shit.
By We call her Zazzles cos she\'s so zazzy URL on 06.26.2012
do you think we will be able to find a distributor for this load of crap? he asked with a smile that was only half mocking. are you serious she responded. have you looked at the internet lately? this is crap in exactly the same way japanese tentacle porn is crap. doesn’t matter what it is, someone will pay to watch it.
By debra on 06.26.2012
My distributor was a man of forty years of age. Though, he wasn’t just any distributor: he was one who distributed humans to others for whatever they wanted. Amazingly, I was never sold off. He almost…loved me.
By Diannah on 06.26.2012