My body fuses to yours as we become one,
moving and flowing as a single body,
thinking and breathing each breath together,
feelings changing in unison,
We become one
Something within me fuses with my heart, creating feelings and doubts I never thought I had. Being more aware of things I never new existed creates new possibilities and eccentric thoughts running through my head. Whether it is for the best, I will never know. Only time will tell.
fuses? really? what the hell are you supposed to write about fuses? they blow this up. yup. that’s all i can think about. like in all those cartoon they light a fuse and then hide behind a conveniently placed boulder. well, has it been 60 seconds yet? yup? okay. sweet.
Fuses and muses and all that other junk. Who needs it? People make big fuses about nothing all the time and there is hardly ever a point to it. Relax, take a deep breath, and think for a second. Is what you are worrying about even worth your time? Sometimes, maybe it is. Most of the time: no. Calm down.
The man placed his box of broken fuses upon the self, next to a box of broken hearts. There were letters and love notes in there. Words of love once held, love once cherished, love once brooded over. And now they collected dust next to car parts.
The man turned without a thought or a care, slamming the hood of his car shut. He gave a woman a kiss as he hopped into the driver seat.
“Where will we go?” she smiled as her lips slowly pulled away.
“I don’t know, somewhere beautiful.” he replied, and the car roared to life and blasted backwards out the drive.
The man knew exactly where he was going. To the same motel were every lovely girl was destined to go.
And destined to find themselves crying at in the mourning.
Remember that one time you woke up in the middle of the night? Your dogs hopped off your bed, you figured they were just being restless. You hear the sound of them peeing. “great….” You later start to smell something more than pee. Is that….smoke? You wake up, look around. Suddenly, your AC adapter (plugged in, mind you) starts sparking….smoke starts coming out.
they lie in the drawer with the green label on it. I’m a little sick of looking through all of them, but at the same time, knowing that I can match them is sort of empowering. I knew nothing about parts before I started, and now, I can help someone find exactly what they need.
some of us have very short fuses, i seem to have one. but really, i have a very long fuse that occasionally goes off cause i just cant take it anymore. and when it goes off for real, watch the fuck out. it’ll be some hiroshima nagasaki shit that you wont believe. so someone help me to stop it. i need it.
Fuses blow all the time. In lamps, in cars, in radios. Today a fuse blew in her mind. She forgot everything in a flash of sharp burning pain. Her vision lost focus. Everything was too bright, too white. It wasn’t amnesia, not like that. It was brief and strange and she was back a moment later.
Fuses. Fuses fuse the fusive fusor. Fie! the fee formentioned foe! And kill for krill the tempered woe, I found no more alight, aloe. Aright, aroe. I row for now, rowing towards the gilded gown. The magnet bitch. The lady lown.
He fused the plates together bit by bit. Copper. Possibly the most versatile metal for what he was doing. Building a companion. Someone who’d never leave. Someone who’d always be there for him. Someone who couldn’t die.
The fuses were in place. Everything was prepared. Cecilia slowly backed out of the room as the lights began to dim all around the city. She quietly started down the street towards the train station. Panic was setting in throughout the gray alleyways as the technology started to fail those who resided in it. Cecilia boarded her train with nothing but her button down top, old jeans and sneakers and rode in to the sunset. Knowing she would never return to the wasteland that San Francisco would quickly become.
Allen fuses over his hair. Snowy white strands, not translucent enough to see through, but just the right shade, just the right feel. He fuses over his scar and it’s red prominence, fuses over his too-bony fingers, his burnt, scared, shriveled arm and what it carries along with it. The memories he hates and mistrusts, his extreme dislike of looking in the mirror.
It’s interesting…maybe strange, maybe cool, maybe ironic, maybe funny, maybe many other things, maybe none of them whatsoever…that all that separates two ideas from one another in our minds can be something as small as a single letter. ‘Fuses’ means one thing (actually a lot more than one thing). Then there’s ‘uses’, which means something(s) completely different. Or ‘fusses’, also different. And this is how our minds have developed alongside language, how we identify one idea from the next, how we communicate those ideas, how we connect… Just a few letters here and there, some sounds to accompany them, and that’s how we see the world. And there are thousands of languages out there, each with it’s own unique, more or less, set of lettering and sounds, and therefore words and ideas and perspectives…
Fuses are something all people have. Some people may have short fuses and some people long. If we are talking about myself I know my fuses are different for different subjects. With children my fuse is long but when it comes to relationships i have a short fuse.
I at first thought of car fuses, but then thought of “to fuse”. To bring together. What happened to a sense of unity, between two people, or four, or an entire nation? When did everything become so segregated. When did functionality become compromised. To fuse we must, to succeed, and to progress.
Fuses. Fuses, fuses, fuses. What about fuses makes fuses so… fusing? What is a fuse? In the plural form? Fuses as in fusing two bodies together? Or this prompt con-fuses me?
You can blow a fuse if you have too many electrical items on in one house. A fuse can easily be switched back on. The best way to make sure a fuse does not blow would be to not use too many appliances at once, like the hair dryer, microwave, air conditioner, etc.
Electric fuses make me think about the electricity between people. The feeling that you get in a room with someone that you love, or some one that you hate. The trickle of static that runs up your arm the moment you touch and the connection your brain makes when you see their eyes
reminds me of the tv channel Fuse. I used to watch it all day every day. Most days. I have nothing else to say about the word fuses. Reminds me of some engineering stuff i cant understand at all. putting fuses together.
They are used to protect houses and electrical appliances from large currents and fluctuations on the load. When a fuse blows up we need to replace them.
The fire on the valley destroyed all in it’s path. Even those who tried with all their might could not escape. It was a dark day for all. The sky was black as the void. There was no end to this destruction.
I am a candle burning at both ends, but instead of wicks, I find I’m made of fuses, each burning quickly towards the middle. When they meet, I know I will explode but I can’t stop it. No, I can’t stop now.
when the fuse lit they stood back and waited. He grabbed her hand and they looked off into the night sky about to be made bright with green flame. the firework wasn’t much of a celebration, but to them it was amazing.
again, I just had this word. Fuses. are they alike like human beings? who knows what fate lies in our hands. how do you know much of the world today. everything is so confusing. RIP people who were shot a few days ago in the midnight premiere of Dark Knight. Rest in Peaches
One thing fuses to another. Attracted like magnets, they are at first, but eventually they become the other and the other becomes them. Fused together, for better or worse. Is it better to be fused to another, or to remain alone, in your original state?
fuses, as in a fuse in a gas stovetop. well those smell horibably bad. I am sorry I am not a very fast writer so this will probably be not that interesting. but I like making french toast in the morning onto of my gas fuse.
He confuses me
with words you see
So big and complicated
Seems he trying to outsmart me
But that cannot be
I am your mother and
most certainly know better
Stop your fussing and do as you’re told
It should never be that you’re too old
to be brought down a peg
by your dear mum
The fuses are just another word for passion, because it needs to ignite, and then feed on something to make something beautiful. That is why when we kiss, we fuse, and everything explodes. The fuses are what makes me moan, smile, and lean in to that last second of pure bliss.
I kept on running as the fuses burned closer toward the bomb. While I be able to make it out in time or would I have lied to my family saying I would see them again. The noise resounded in my head.
fuses can go out when you plug too much stuff into the outlets. one time our fuses blew because my dad had the air conditioner on and he had to go out into the garage to fix it. our garage is a mess and it was difficult to get to. i dont really care about fuses
Fuses sounds like the begining of something. Like the start, the spark or the fuel that sparks. I’m not sure if a person could be a fuse, but if they were they would do something amazing. Maybe that’s who amazing people are–fuses that start an explosion of change.
My body fuses to yours as we become one,
moving and flowing as a single body,
thinking and breathing each breath together,
feelings changing in unison,
We become one
Something within me fuses with my heart, creating feelings and doubts I never thought I had. Being more aware of things I never new existed creates new possibilities and eccentric thoughts running through my head. Whether it is for the best, I will never know. Only time will tell.
fuses? really? what the hell are you supposed to write about fuses? they blow this up. yup. that’s all i can think about. like in all those cartoon they light a fuse and then hide behind a conveniently placed boulder. well, has it been 60 seconds yet? yup? okay. sweet.
Fuses and muses and all that other junk. Who needs it? People make big fuses about nothing all the time and there is hardly ever a point to it. Relax, take a deep breath, and think for a second. Is what you are worrying about even worth your time? Sometimes, maybe it is. Most of the time: no. Calm down.
The man placed his box of broken fuses upon the self, next to a box of broken hearts. There were letters and love notes in there. Words of love once held, love once cherished, love once brooded over. And now they collected dust next to car parts.
The man turned without a thought or a care, slamming the hood of his car shut. He gave a woman a kiss as he hopped into the driver seat.
“Where will we go?” she smiled as her lips slowly pulled away.
“I don’t know, somewhere beautiful.” he replied, and the car roared to life and blasted backwards out the drive.
The man knew exactly where he was going. To the same motel were every lovely girl was destined to go.
And destined to find themselves crying at in the mourning.
Remember that one time you woke up in the middle of the night? Your dogs hopped off your bed, you figured they were just being restless. You hear the sound of them peeing. “great….” You later start to smell something more than pee. Is that….smoke? You wake up, look around. Suddenly, your AC adapter (plugged in, mind you) starts sparking….smoke starts coming out.
Don’t blow the fuses
I we do we will die
and wow that would be a shame
haha
I’m only kidding
But seriously don’t blow it
they lie in the drawer with the green label on it. I’m a little sick of looking through all of them, but at the same time, knowing that I can match them is sort of empowering. I knew nothing about parts before I started, and now, I can help someone find exactly what they need.
some of us have very short fuses, i seem to have one. but really, i have a very long fuse that occasionally goes off cause i just cant take it anymore. and when it goes off for real, watch the fuck out. it’ll be some hiroshima nagasaki shit that you wont believe. so someone help me to stop it. i need it.
Fuses blow all the time. In lamps, in cars, in radios. Today a fuse blew in her mind. She forgot everything in a flash of sharp burning pain. Her vision lost focus. Everything was too bright, too white. It wasn’t amnesia, not like that. It was brief and strange and she was back a moment later.
Fuses. Fuses fuse the fusive fusor. Fie! the fee formentioned foe! And kill for krill the tempered woe, I found no more alight, aloe. Aright, aroe. I row for now, rowing towards the gilded gown. The magnet bitch. The lady lown.
He fused the plates together bit by bit. Copper. Possibly the most versatile metal for what he was doing. Building a companion. Someone who’d never leave. Someone who’d always be there for him. Someone who couldn’t die.
The fuses were in place. Everything was prepared. Cecilia slowly backed out of the room as the lights began to dim all around the city. She quietly started down the street towards the train station. Panic was setting in throughout the gray alleyways as the technology started to fail those who resided in it. Cecilia boarded her train with nothing but her button down top, old jeans and sneakers and rode in to the sunset. Knowing she would never return to the wasteland that San Francisco would quickly become.
I have a short fuse when it comes to you…Your behavior brings out the worst in me….But there’s an answer for that you know…You’ve been a bad girl…
Allen fuses over his hair. Snowy white strands, not translucent enough to see through, but just the right shade, just the right feel. He fuses over his scar and it’s red prominence, fuses over his too-bony fingers, his burnt, scared, shriveled arm and what it carries along with it. The memories he hates and mistrusts, his extreme dislike of looking in the mirror.
It’s interesting…maybe strange, maybe cool, maybe ironic, maybe funny, maybe many other things, maybe none of them whatsoever…that all that separates two ideas from one another in our minds can be something as small as a single letter. ‘Fuses’ means one thing (actually a lot more than one thing). Then there’s ‘uses’, which means something(s) completely different. Or ‘fusses’, also different. And this is how our minds have developed alongside language, how we identify one idea from the next, how we communicate those ideas, how we connect… Just a few letters here and there, some sounds to accompany them, and that’s how we see the world. And there are thousands of languages out there, each with it’s own unique, more or less, set of lettering and sounds, and therefore words and ideas and perspectives…
Fuses are something all people have. Some people may have short fuses and some people long. If we are talking about myself I know my fuses are different for different subjects. With children my fuse is long but when it comes to relationships i have a short fuse.
I at first thought of car fuses, but then thought of “to fuse”. To bring together. What happened to a sense of unity, between two people, or four, or an entire nation? When did everything become so segregated. When did functionality become compromised. To fuse we must, to succeed, and to progress.
Fuses. Fuses, fuses, fuses. What about fuses makes fuses so… fusing? What is a fuse? In the plural form? Fuses as in fusing two bodies together? Or this prompt con-fuses me?
i don’t know what fuses is but it sounds like it’s bad. Harmful even. What is this sorcery? Where do i find it?
You can blow a fuse if you have too many electrical items on in one house. A fuse can easily be switched back on. The best way to make sure a fuse does not blow would be to not use too many appliances at once, like the hair dryer, microwave, air conditioner, etc.
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Electric fuses make me think about the electricity between people. The feeling that you get in a room with someone that you love, or some one that you hate. The trickle of static that runs up your arm the moment you touch and the connection your brain makes when you see their eyes
Do not believe in fuses
Only believe in the sun
Let go
simply
reminds me of the tv channel Fuse. I used to watch it all day every day. Most days. I have nothing else to say about the word fuses. Reminds me of some engineering stuff i cant understand at all. putting fuses together.
They are used to protect houses and electrical appliances from large currents and fluctuations on the load. When a fuse blows up we need to replace them.
The fire on the valley destroyed all in it’s path. Even those who tried with all their might could not escape. It was a dark day for all. The sky was black as the void. There was no end to this destruction.
I am a candle burning at both ends, but instead of wicks, I find I’m made of fuses, each burning quickly towards the middle. When they meet, I know I will explode but I can’t stop it. No, I can’t stop now.
when the fuse lit they stood back and waited. He grabbed her hand and they looked off into the night sky about to be made bright with green flame. the firework wasn’t much of a celebration, but to them it was amazing.
again, I just had this word. Fuses. are they alike like human beings? who knows what fate lies in our hands. how do you know much of the world today. everything is so confusing. RIP people who were shot a few days ago in the midnight premiere of Dark Knight. Rest in Peaches
One thing fuses to another. Attracted like magnets, they are at first, but eventually they become the other and the other becomes them. Fused together, for better or worse. Is it better to be fused to another, or to remain alone, in your original state?
fuses, as in a fuse in a gas stovetop. well those smell horibably bad. I am sorry I am not a very fast writer so this will probably be not that interesting. but I like making french toast in the morning onto of my gas fuse.
He confuses me
with words you see
So big and complicated
Seems he trying to outsmart me
But that cannot be
I am your mother and
most certainly know better
Stop your fussing and do as you’re told
It should never be that you’re too old
to be brought down a peg
by your dear mum
Can bring together but can also blow apart.
a car fuses with a nuclear fision box to create a fast car the needs no fuses.if i had a fuse i would light it and blow up this box.
The fuses are just another word for passion, because it needs to ignite, and then feed on something to make something beautiful. That is why when we kiss, we fuse, and everything explodes. The fuses are what makes me moan, smile, and lean in to that last second of pure bliss.
makes me bored but i know that i have to write some.just thinkinif i am a human i have to sleep.walk and dream no matter how hairy i am.
I kept on running as the fuses burned closer toward the bomb. While I be able to make it out in time or would I have lied to my family saying I would see them again. The noise resounded in my head.
fuses can go out when you plug too much stuff into the outlets. one time our fuses blew because my dad had the air conditioner on and he had to go out into the garage to fix it. our garage is a mess and it was difficult to get to. i dont really care about fuses
Fuses sounds like the begining of something. Like the start, the spark or the fuel that sparks. I’m not sure if a person could be a fuse, but if they were they would do something amazing. Maybe that’s who amazing people are–fuses that start an explosion of change.