Elastic is stretchy and used in our pants and stuff. Its white (usually) and err…stretchy? Its bought from stores (obviously) with money (obviously). And I dont know anything else about elastic. I think japen exports it or something. I dont really know. Nor do I care. but this is pretty cool.
so we were sitting at the PFEW banquet and i had to go up and give my super important CEO speech and i had an elastic on my wrist and didn’t want to look unprofessional so i said yo hold this and he said okay and put it on his wrist. and then later in the week he looked at a picture and was like look at your elastic on my wrist rocking that thing….wow how times have changed so much
Hairbands. I hate hairbands. They always snap and break my hair anyways. Guys are so lucky, they don’t even have hair. Unless you’re like Jesus or something, in which case there is a hairdresser within 10 miles of you, go find it bud. This isn’t the 70s. Unfortunately. The 70s were amazing, what the fudge happened to music, culture and fashion. I hate this stupid world, what even is this place?
i pulled down on the elastic that was sewn to my sweatshirt. today was the day i had been waiting for all summer. i had lost out on countless nights of sleep and meals because of this very exact moment. and now that it is here… i’m unsure about how i actually feel.
Rubberbands. When I think of elastic I immediately think of plastic. Something that is artificial and pliable. But what else could it describe? Could it mean flexible. Not quite. Flexible sounds more natural too me. Elastic feels so fake. It is something that can be bended because it was created to be bended. Flexibility is different, it is something you work to achieve and maintain.
eeeeeh a yorkshire accent, laced heavy. the length of the stretch of the sound depends on the amount of idiocy that he believes you have, foreign buffoon. nowt from outside the county has sense, he knows that
The truth is elastic. It is all perception. I suppose you could give some facts, such as time of birth or time of death, but details of events, unless they can be numerically defined, are elastic, depending on point of view and emotional perception.
Elastic rubber bands. The ability to stretch for great lengths. Not just physical but also emotional. To be flexible in with your schedule. Remember those silly gummi bracelets we wore?
The ruberband elastic streached.
“It’s not gonna hold!” I shouted over the roar of the water.
My friend gave me a nonchelant nod. “It’ll hold.”
I started breathing franticly, then stopped. It held.
“See, she said. “Told you your hair wasn’t too thick. No let’s kyak!”
my hair is sooo thick that i can’t freaking even keep it from tangling ever. it’s ridiculous. that’s why i always use a hair elastic to tie it up. it also keeps my son from pulling it. :)
something used to hold my hair into place. A lot of the times they’re broken and i have a hard time finding the ones that I want. I like my black ones without the metal piece… even when theyre broken they do the job. I like to combine them with a bobby pin. I always have some in my car on my shifting gear knob and attached to my hair brush at the base so that I always have some on hand. Never know when they will come in handy!
i need to be more flexible – like an elastic band. although when i think about elastic bands i think about how they break or how they’re never around when i need them to be – to get my hair off my neck. but having an extra elastic is one of the best things in the world – it’s relief. from a hot day or hair that i havent cut. of course, being elastic also means bending without breaking.. something i think i’m good at but will never be good enough at. i’m the elastic band that bends and bends and bends and then snaps… and goes flying across the room and you cant tie it back together or use it again. i need to be the kind that is long lasting, the one that you’ll wear around your wrist forever.
Elastic pants are great at Thanksgiving. All the food. Ultimate relaxation. What can go wrong? Well, there’s the inevitable “snap” in the elastic. And then the uncomfortable moment when you start walking around with your pants slowly falling toward your feet. And then you may trip. You know what? Elastic pants aren’t that great.
What goes around comes around. What stops will start and stop again. I don’t know if it is supposed to make sense. All my mind does is go in and out. I only hope that one that it’ll stop.
Push and pull. That is a way to go. I think. God I don’t even know.
elastic, stretchy it sounds like plastic. it always comes out of my underwear, you think it would last long because there is last in elastic, like it would last a long time.
The elastic bands that i use in my hair always break after I use them too much. They should really make those things more durable, because dancers always break them…. such a problem.
Eliza walked through the crowded street, not even noticing when her ponytails elastic slipped out of her hair and onto the pavement below. She didnt notice, but a man did. Gregory rushed to the spot where she dropped it, and stared at her retreating figure, then he turned his attentions to the elastic. Should he return it? It was after all just an elastic. For some reason, he bend down to pick it up.
“Ugh” I muttered, squeazing into the horrible pants. “Why is this on my body?”
“Look at you!” They chided. “You’re adorable!”
No. Just get it off. Stop looking at my ass.
Stretching her sock over her foot, Alex heard the elastic band snap. Crap, she thought. Alex quickly grabbed a new sock and dashed out of her bedroom door. One morning, just one morning, I’m not going to be late, she thought. Alex was supposed to arrive at her work at 8 in the morning, and it was 7:42.
Elasticity is the ability to expand as far as possible but be able to go back to the original. Original being your core the inner being inside that at times gets lost through the ever changing facets of life.
It stretched. The texture shined. It hurt. Frank was tied up by the elastic. “Why me?!” he yelled at the man in black. “You know why,” smirked the man in black.
It was too tight…way too tight. I tried to loosen it but it wouldnt work. I walked around school in agony with that elastic underwear clinging to my waste as if it was afraid to let go.
elastic is the way my heart behaves when i see you. I don’t know what i am supposed to say but i want to say it. i want to touch you but i back away like a rebounding elastic. My heart stretches the confines of its case as if it were elastic.
A stretch from string to elastic that is now incredibly helpful for attacking other people during class, in the office, or just at home, annoying your siblings.
i really like the word elastic, i like elastic bands, i used to play with them when i was young and ping them at people! i also used them in my hair but they always tangled in my hair which was sooo sore!
time is elastic. my mind is elastic. no..my mind is a sieve. wait, i’m getting off topic. to pick. i’m going to pick a new pair of pants today…one with elastic in the waist to accommodate my new waist, which is going to waste.
it is stretchy and happy and I love to sing and stretch my voice and yoga is super cool too, it stretches out like rubber bands and ELASTIC i think it also comes from trees…how fun
She stretched the rubber band between her fingers and glared at the man in front of her. He had taken so many things from her….her parents, her best friend, her true love, her sanity, her will to survive. What she was about to do was wrong, but what did she care? Her life was wrong. EVERYTHING was wrong. She inhaled, closed her eyes, and let go of the elastic band. It flew through the air and hit the seemingly innocent, white tile of the wall. The room exploded.
I saw a flash of creamy chocolate skin, and shiny red fingernails, before a sound like an elastic band snapping, and a tremendous force.
I was clutching my cheek.
I’d been slapped.
She slapped me.
I gasped at the stinging pain, and the feeling of the blood rushing into my cheek, and the total shock.
I thought she cared about me. But she just slapped me. She hit me full across the face, with the pure intention of hurting me? Some friend.
I drew my hand away from my cheek and stared her in the eye.
“Thanks. Thanks a lot.”
:]
I wish my life was more elastic—not so rigid and set. I’d like it to fit my needs as they ebb and flow, like the waistband on a comfy pair of pants—making room as needed or constricting when I’ve I’ve refused that piece of cake.
Elastic is stretchy and used in our pants and stuff. Its white (usually) and err…stretchy? Its bought from stores (obviously) with money (obviously). And I dont know anything else about elastic. I think japen exports it or something. I dont really know. Nor do I care. but this is pretty cool.
By CoCo URL on 08.11.2011
so we were sitting at the PFEW banquet and i had to go up and give my super important CEO speech and i had an elastic on my wrist and didn’t want to look unprofessional so i said yo hold this and he said okay and put it on his wrist. and then later in the week he looked at a picture and was like look at your elastic on my wrist rocking that thing….wow how times have changed so much
By noelle URL on 08.11.2011
i have no words for
your thin drop-sheet
draped across your spirit
it reveals
conceals
gives form
encroaches negative space
the heat of your words
descends like blown thistles
suspended
between us
witnesses
we are
behind what we are
i take you into myself
like cool liquid
i stretch the night sky
and touch you
i swallow the morning star
we burn
By david URL on 08.11.2011
elastic is a rubbery thing ok
By donald duck on 08.11.2011
Index finger pointed, target selected, elastic band released
By Megan URL on 08.11.2011
plastic
gump
bubble gump
athletic
By maugemaj on 08.11.2011
Hairbands. I hate hairbands. They always snap and break my hair anyways. Guys are so lucky, they don’t even have hair. Unless you’re like Jesus or something, in which case there is a hairdresser within 10 miles of you, go find it bud. This isn’t the 70s. Unfortunately. The 70s were amazing, what the fudge happened to music, culture and fashion. I hate this stupid world, what even is this place?
By Chloe Whore on 08.11.2011
i pulled down on the elastic that was sewn to my sweatshirt. today was the day i had been waiting for all summer. i had lost out on countless nights of sleep and meals because of this very exact moment. and now that it is here… i’m unsure about how i actually feel.
By Abra URL on 08.11.2011
Rubberbands. When I think of elastic I immediately think of plastic. Something that is artificial and pliable. But what else could it describe? Could it mean flexible. Not quite. Flexible sounds more natural too me. Elastic feels so fake. It is something that can be bended because it was created to be bended. Flexibility is different, it is something you work to achieve and maintain.
By Laura Jennings on 08.11.2011
eeeeeh a yorkshire accent, laced heavy. the length of the stretch of the sound depends on the amount of idiocy that he believes you have, foreign buffoon. nowt from outside the county has sense, he knows that
By Douglas Pugh on 08.11.2011
The truth is elastic. It is all perception. I suppose you could give some facts, such as time of birth or time of death, but details of events, unless they can be numerically defined, are elastic, depending on point of view and emotional perception.
By elizabeth b URL on 08.11.2011
Elastic rubber bands. The ability to stretch for great lengths. Not just physical but also emotional. To be flexible in with your schedule. Remember those silly gummi bracelets we wore?
By Grace URL on 08.11.2011
The ruberband elastic streached.
“It’s not gonna hold!” I shouted over the roar of the water.
My friend gave me a nonchelant nod. “It’ll hold.”
I started breathing franticly, then stopped. It held.
“See, she said. “Told you your hair wasn’t too thick. No let’s kyak!”
By Nemus on 08.11.2011
my hair is sooo thick that i can’t freaking even keep it from tangling ever. it’s ridiculous. that’s why i always use a hair elastic to tie it up. it also keeps my son from pulling it. :)
By george frankenstein on 08.11.2011
something used to hold my hair into place. A lot of the times they’re broken and i have a hard time finding the ones that I want. I like my black ones without the metal piece… even when theyre broken they do the job. I like to combine them with a bobby pin. I always have some in my car on my shifting gear knob and attached to my hair brush at the base so that I always have some on hand. Never know when they will come in handy!
By marcelle URL on 08.11.2011
i need to be more flexible – like an elastic band. although when i think about elastic bands i think about how they break or how they’re never around when i need them to be – to get my hair off my neck. but having an extra elastic is one of the best things in the world – it’s relief. from a hot day or hair that i havent cut. of course, being elastic also means bending without breaking.. something i think i’m good at but will never be good enough at. i’m the elastic band that bends and bends and bends and then snaps… and goes flying across the room and you cant tie it back together or use it again. i need to be the kind that is long lasting, the one that you’ll wear around your wrist forever.
By Caitlin on 08.11.2011
Stretch your arms over my way, like an elastic band. Snap back and pull me closer. Were tied and bound, I’m never letting go.
By Jenna URL on 08.11.2011
Elastic pants are great at Thanksgiving. All the food. Ultimate relaxation. What can go wrong? Well, there’s the inevitable “snap” in the elastic. And then the uncomfortable moment when you start walking around with your pants slowly falling toward your feet. And then you may trip. You know what? Elastic pants aren’t that great.
By JR URL on 08.11.2011
What goes around comes around. What stops will start and stop again. I don’t know if it is supposed to make sense. All my mind does is go in and out. I only hope that one that it’ll stop.
Push and pull. That is a way to go. I think. God I don’t even know.
By Aneena URL on 08.11.2011
elastic, stretchy it sounds like plastic. it always comes out of my underwear, you think it would last long because there is last in elastic, like it would last a long time.
By sammy hidlsie on 08.11.2011
The elastic bands that i use in my hair always break after I use them too much. They should really make those things more durable, because dancers always break them…. such a problem.
By Frances URL on 08.11.2011
Eliza walked through the crowded street, not even noticing when her ponytails elastic slipped out of her hair and onto the pavement below. She didnt notice, but a man did. Gregory rushed to the spot where she dropped it, and stared at her retreating figure, then he turned his attentions to the elastic. Should he return it? It was after all just an elastic. For some reason, he bend down to pick it up.
By Megan on 08.11.2011
rubber
By Chris on 08.11.2011
“Ugh” I muttered, squeazing into the horrible pants. “Why is this on my body?”
“Look at you!” They chided. “You’re adorable!”
No. Just get it off. Stop looking at my ass.
By Jo on 08.11.2011
Stretching her sock over her foot, Alex heard the elastic band snap. Crap, she thought. Alex quickly grabbed a new sock and dashed out of her bedroom door. One morning, just one morning, I’m not going to be late, she thought. Alex was supposed to arrive at her work at 8 in the morning, and it was 7:42.
By Emily Woods on 08.11.2011
the word they would use is elastic. other more intelligent, or perhaps more appreciative persons, would refer to her as flexible…
By me on 08.11.2011
Extremely useful.
By Me on 08.11.2011
He pulled at the hair
loose at the sleeve
tugged it an arms length away
The strand reeled out
collected at his feet
unravelled for minutes
But it wasn’t his shirt
or jumper or coat
that let out the tumbling
The string strung out
finished with a red tipped split end
he walked away shaved
a question mark etched in the wrinkles
of his bald head
By gsk URL on 08.11.2011
Elasticity is the ability to expand as far as possible but be able to go back to the original. Original being your core the inner being inside that at times gets lost through the ever changing facets of life.
By siziwe URL on 08.11.2011
It stretched. The texture shined. It hurt. Frank was tied up by the elastic. “Why me?!” he yelled at the man in black. “You know why,” smirked the man in black.
By Kalila URL on 08.11.2011
It stretched for miles on end, elastic waistbands. Used for the fat, by the fat. America has perished to the impending elastic waistband takeover.
By rachel on 08.11.2011
It was too tight…way too tight. I tried to loosen it but it wouldnt work. I walked around school in agony with that elastic underwear clinging to my waste as if it was afraid to let go.
By Carolyn URL on 08.11.2011
elastic is the way my heart behaves when i see you. I don’t know what i am supposed to say but i want to say it. i want to touch you but i back away like a rebounding elastic. My heart stretches the confines of its case as if it were elastic.
By Hailey on 08.11.2011
A stretch from string to elastic that is now incredibly helpful for attacking other people during class, in the office, or just at home, annoying your siblings.
By Linnea on 08.11.2011
i really like the word elastic, i like elastic bands, i used to play with them when i was young and ping them at people! i also used them in my hair but they always tangled in my hair which was sooo sore!
By karen kerr URL on 08.11.2011
time is elastic. my mind is elastic. no..my mind is a sieve. wait, i’m getting off topic. to pick. i’m going to pick a new pair of pants today…one with elastic in the waist to accommodate my new waist, which is going to waste.
By Paul on 08.11.2011
it is stretchy and happy and I love to sing and stretch my voice and yoga is super cool too, it stretches out like rubber bands and ELASTIC i think it also comes from trees…how fun
By Madison on 08.11.2011
She stretched the rubber band between her fingers and glared at the man in front of her. He had taken so many things from her….her parents, her best friend, her true love, her sanity, her will to survive. What she was about to do was wrong, but what did she care? Her life was wrong. EVERYTHING was wrong. She inhaled, closed her eyes, and let go of the elastic band. It flew through the air and hit the seemingly innocent, white tile of the wall. The room exploded.
By Melanie on 08.11.2011
I saw a flash of creamy chocolate skin, and shiny red fingernails, before a sound like an elastic band snapping, and a tremendous force.
I was clutching my cheek.
I’d been slapped.
She slapped me.
I gasped at the stinging pain, and the feeling of the blood rushing into my cheek, and the total shock.
I thought she cared about me. But she just slapped me. She hit me full across the face, with the pure intention of hurting me? Some friend.
I drew my hand away from my cheek and stared her in the eye.
“Thanks. Thanks a lot.”
:]
By Tsemsie:) URL on 08.11.2011
I wish my life was more elastic—not so rigid and set. I’d like it to fit my needs as they ebb and flow, like the waistband on a comfy pair of pants—making room as needed or constricting when I’ve I’ve refused that piece of cake.
By Andie on 08.11.2011