ill try to follow it exactly
word for word
the mechanical approach
just as you wanted
just as you asked
cause it wouldn’t matter to me
it would only matter to you
it should be precise to the last intrinsic detail
no method, just spot on
on the double
just as you like it.
They’ll tell you what to do when nothing is left. You will always have a guide. I’ll be your instructions. Let me be your instructions. I want to show you a world that can only be reached with guidance. I want to embrace you, and teach you a new world, just follow me instructions.
they would have been useful if they had been in a language I could discern. I was given a huge tome, the key to my problems, but it was written in some kind od scribbles that seemed to come from another time.
the following instructions will help you live,
one- don’t scream,
two- run, never stop running,
three- hide when you can,
four- don’t help anyone other than yourself.
five- survive!
SOMETHING THAT YOUR GIVEN BY PEOPLE YOU SHOULD BE LISTENING TO. something that holds you in place and gives you the feeling of responsibility, like you have a goal. it’s someone elses goals your achieving, delivering them over all wrapped up with a pretty ribbon,
Instructions were to write. So that’s what I’m doing. I could basically write about anything, because then I’d have followed the instructions, but instead, I’m writing about how I’m writing about the instructions when I could choose anything and still be following the rules.
Why does it take teachers so long to give out statewide testing scores rather than just give us individual instruction sheets they sit up there and read like depressed robots teaching about dub shit not to do.
She read the instructions as patiently and carefully as she could manage to while her heart pounded violently in her chest and her fingers trembled with excitement.
Well, I’m new to this site. So I have no clue what the instructions are. But I’m guessing I just have to keep writing, until the timer stops me. But I hope that I will learn the instructions to this soon.
The instructions were simple. Find the man, and take him out. It wouldn’t be the most difficult job I had ever pulled off, but it certainly wasn’t going to be easy. Being black mailed into murder isn’t my idea of a walk in the park, but perhaps murder is exactly what it would take.
I have to do this because the interwebs told me to. Why? Who know. I just know what to do. Type. Type words on the screen as fast as I can. Like a kitty cat, but that doesn’t make sense, now does it? But I am following the instructions.
They instructed me that there would be one word, one word a day, and with that single word, I should begin to write. It would serve as fodder to my musings, as practice to my rusted gears and hinges. I prayed to myself — let this help me.
“Let me tell you the instructions,” I said confidently, unfolding the map in my sweaty hands. “You mean the directions?” He smirked and rolled his eyes at me. “Shut up. You know what I meant.” His stare pierced the road, but it felt like he was looking right through me. And then, he said seriously, “Yeah, I did.”
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I don’t know. I have no clue what I am doing. this should be fun. I keep pausing. Ahhhhhhhhh, this is not fun at all. Uh, I have no clue what to say.
Well, at first I definitely thought that there would be instructions to pop up. I am still new to the site, and as I saw the little purple line at the bottom of this window increasing towards the right-I realized that my sixty seconds had began. I also felt somewhat stupid, realizing that I had wasted my first few seconds, what are the the incriminates, ten seconds?
“your instructions are set” the tall boney figure says in a booming voice. the figure then dissappears as quickly as it was there. Kile looks aroung, looking the soure.
Instructions let me know where to go, what to think, what to feel. They take away questions and reason, only leaving obedience and me. Working together, we walk.
I am really bad at following instructions. I can’t help it. I’d like to say that I’m a responsible person, but I’m really not. I can’t be a leader, I’m so bad at listening. So bad at following at instructions, really. These things are supposed to be easy, but they’re just not. Not for me, anyway. I’m not really good at anything. I mess up baking cookies, doing a math problem with a simple formula, listening to a teacher’s rules.
The first thing you need to do in order to build a ladder is think were you are going with it.. then everything will make sense to you, every step of it will be clear, but if you dont know we you are going nothing will came to mind..
a very tough decision you have encountered, little one
and the way things are looking you have 2 choices
well maybe more
but that’s a different story
choice number one is simply be bold
be a rebel
don’t conform to society
and all the rules
and petty bullshit
telling you what to wear and how to act and what to look like and-
well, you get the picture
choice number two is follow the rules
the instructions
you did come with a Manuel
and in that small paperback piece of shit booklet
it tells you how to live your life
i know my decision on this
what about you?
the instructions to the book say to open it very carefully and start at the beginning. Read the book until the very end and then you are done. once you finish reading the book, you may think back on it and write about it and tell others what it was about.
Instructions help keep things stable and organised.
Oh my dear instructions
Thank you
Thank me for my cooperation
This world is fine
Because of you
You
All because of you
Let’s all take a moment to thank these lovely Instructions
Instructions fuck that shit. I’m honeybadger, whatever, whatever I do what I want. Or what I don’t want, like the confused mind of Hamlet. To be or not to be? Or maybe? Whatever man, being is a tree underneath we wait for Godot.
The instructions were simple, yet somehow she seemed to mess it up. She always messed things up. She threw the instruction pamphlet on the floor and buried her face in her hands.
I watched the blonde haired girl as she handed out instructions to all of us. Oliver and his gang just ripped the papers immitiatly and laughed, though they weren’t really funny.
I just love the sound of my own voice. I can go on and on without a bother. My specialty is telling people what to do… Mostly it’s telling people to do things for me. And it’s okay because they can’t do anything about it. They have to listen to me. They just can’t help it.
1.) Stay. Stay right where you are, don’t even think about leaving. You’ll die.
2.) Assuming you have not listened to the aforementioned warning, run. Get as far away from there as you can as fast as you can. Get out. They will chase you, but you must keep going.
3.) Don’t make alliances. Alliances are your weakness, and believe me, it is a weakness that has left you open more than once.
4.) Be careful. And don’t be an idiot this time. I know how you can get.
instructions to the soul are unwritten. if they was written in a book then everybody would know how to love correctly and not make mistakes on the regular. some things just don’t come with intructions.
They gave me the instructions fast and deliberately. Kill him, dump the body, go back to normal day life. “They’d take care of it,” they said.The body would never be tracked back to me. I was so naive to think it would all be over after that, no more threats or harrassments. I did it to protect myself. If only I could take it all back.
Follow them! He was so demanding. It had to be his way or no way and if you deviated from his way it was game over. You learned not to. You learned to do exactly as he said even when it didn’t make sense. You were better off that way. CYA. Cover your ass. Do as he says and you won’t have a problem.
He could never follow instructions. He got the simplest things wrong — even setting the table or putting away the groceries. And yet, she was never angry. She just smiled and corrected him, time after time.
ill try to follow it exactly
word for word
the mechanical approach
just as you wanted
just as you asked
cause it wouldn’t matter to me
it would only matter to you
it should be precise to the last intrinsic detail
no method, just spot on
on the double
just as you like it.
How many times have I read the instructions? Well, I always read the instructions. I think that is usually a question on personality tests.
They’ll tell you what to do when nothing is left. You will always have a guide. I’ll be your instructions. Let me be your instructions. I want to show you a world that can only be reached with guidance. I want to embrace you, and teach you a new world, just follow me instructions.
I was confused. I read instructions and thought, “Well…it’s just blank. What am I supposed to do?”. Now I’m done.
We aren’t born with instructions on life, that’d be too fair.
they would have been useful if they had been in a language I could discern. I was given a huge tome, the key to my problems, but it was written in some kind od scribbles that seemed to come from another time.
the following instructions will help you live,
one- don’t scream,
two- run, never stop running,
three- hide when you can,
four- don’t help anyone other than yourself.
five- survive!
SOMETHING THAT YOUR GIVEN BY PEOPLE YOU SHOULD BE LISTENING TO. something that holds you in place and gives you the feeling of responsibility, like you have a goal. it’s someone elses goals your achieving, delivering them over all wrapped up with a pretty ribbon,
Instructions were to write. So that’s what I’m doing. I could basically write about anything, because then I’d have followed the instructions, but instead, I’m writing about how I’m writing about the instructions when I could choose anything and still be following the rules.
And you’re reading it.
Why does it take teachers so long to give out statewide testing scores rather than just give us individual instruction sheets they sit up there and read like depressed robots teaching about dub shit not to do.
Insructions are boring. Its all teachers do. I hate them because normally its a bunch of bullshit and work and I can never follow them.
Instructions are the key to getting things right. if you don’t follow instructions, how will you know what to do?
She read the instructions as patiently and carefully as she could manage to while her heart pounded violently in her chest and her fingers trembled with excitement.
Well, I’m new to this site. So I have no clue what the instructions are. But I’m guessing I just have to keep writing, until the timer stops me. But I hope that I will learn the instructions to this soon.
The instructions were simple. Find the man, and take him out. It wouldn’t be the most difficult job I had ever pulled off, but it certainly wasn’t going to be easy. Being black mailed into murder isn’t my idea of a walk in the park, but perhaps murder is exactly what it would take.
I have to do this because the interwebs told me to. Why? Who know. I just know what to do. Type. Type words on the screen as fast as I can. Like a kitty cat, but that doesn’t make sense, now does it? But I am following the instructions.
They instructed me that there would be one word, one word a day, and with that single word, I should begin to write. It would serve as fodder to my musings, as practice to my rusted gears and hinges. I prayed to myself — let this help me.
“Let me tell you the instructions,” I said confidently, unfolding the map in my sweaty hands. “You mean the directions?” He smirked and rolled his eyes at me. “Shut up. You know what I meant.” His stare pierced the road, but it felt like he was looking right through me. And then, he said seriously, “Yeah, I did.”
none
I don’t know. I have no clue what I am doing. this should be fun. I keep pausing. Ahhhhhhhhh, this is not fun at all. Uh, I have no clue what to say.
I hate to read instructions
I just plunge right in,nsometimes things work
And other times not. I am impatient.
Well, at first I definitely thought that there would be instructions to pop up. I am still new to the site, and as I saw the little purple line at the bottom of this window increasing towards the right-I realized that my sixty seconds had began. I also felt somewhat stupid, realizing that I had wasted my first few seconds, what are the the incriminates, ten seconds?
“your instructions are set” the tall boney figure says in a booming voice. the figure then dissappears as quickly as it was there. Kile looks aroung, looking the soure.
the first thing that came to mind is so cheesy: life doesn’t come with instructions.
no
it
does
not
but i want to say something more profound.
i don’t like to read instructions. i like to figure it out on my own. if i can’t, then it just doesn’t seem worth it. instructions are for weenies.
and yet, they do come in handy every now and then. (lamest writing ever)
Instructions let me know where to go, what to think, what to feel. They take away questions and reason, only leaving obedience and me. Working together, we walk.
I am really bad at following instructions. I can’t help it. I’d like to say that I’m a responsible person, but I’m really not. I can’t be a leader, I’m so bad at listening. So bad at following at instructions, really. These things are supposed to be easy, but they’re just not. Not for me, anyway. I’m not really good at anything. I mess up baking cookies, doing a math problem with a simple formula, listening to a teacher’s rules.
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do it!
The first thing you need to do in order to build a ladder is think were you are going with it.. then everything will make sense to you, every step of it will be clear, but if you dont know we you are going nothing will came to mind..
okay
very funny
who put me here
in this body
on this planet
in this life
and totally didn’t give me the book of instructions….
a very tough decision you have encountered, little one
and the way things are looking you have 2 choices
well maybe more
but that’s a different story
choice number one is simply be bold
be a rebel
don’t conform to society
and all the rules
and petty bullshit
telling you what to wear and how to act and what to look like and-
well, you get the picture
choice number two is follow the rules
the instructions
you did come with a Manuel
and in that small paperback piece of shit booklet
it tells you how to live your life
i know my decision on this
what about you?
the instructions to the book say to open it very carefully and start at the beginning. Read the book until the very end and then you are done. once you finish reading the book, you may think back on it and write about it and tell others what it was about.
Instructions help keep things stable and organised.
Oh my dear instructions
Thank you
Thank me for my cooperation
This world is fine
Because of you
You
All because of you
Let’s all take a moment to thank these lovely Instructions
Instructions fuck that shit. I’m honeybadger, whatever, whatever I do what I want. Or what I don’t want, like the confused mind of Hamlet. To be or not to be? Or maybe? Whatever man, being is a tree underneath we wait for Godot.
The instructions were simple, yet somehow she seemed to mess it up. She always messed things up. She threw the instruction pamphlet on the floor and buried her face in her hands.
I watched the blonde haired girl as she handed out instructions to all of us. Oliver and his gang just ripped the papers immitiatly and laughed, though they weren’t really funny.
I just love the sound of my own voice. I can go on and on without a bother. My specialty is telling people what to do… Mostly it’s telling people to do things for me. And it’s okay because they can’t do anything about it. They have to listen to me. They just can’t help it.
1.) Stay. Stay right where you are, don’t even think about leaving. You’ll die.
2.) Assuming you have not listened to the aforementioned warning, run. Get as far away from there as you can as fast as you can. Get out. They will chase you, but you must keep going.
3.) Don’t make alliances. Alliances are your weakness, and believe me, it is a weakness that has left you open more than once.
4.) Be careful. And don’t be an idiot this time. I know how you can get.
instructions to the soul are unwritten. if they was written in a book then everybody would know how to love correctly and not make mistakes on the regular. some things just don’t come with intructions.
They gave me the instructions fast and deliberately. Kill him, dump the body, go back to normal day life. “They’d take care of it,” they said.The body would never be tracked back to me. I was so naive to think it would all be over after that, no more threats or harrassments. I did it to protect myself. If only I could take it all back.
Follow them! He was so demanding. It had to be his way or no way and if you deviated from his way it was game over. You learned not to. You learned to do exactly as he said even when it didn’t make sense. You were better off that way. CYA. Cover your ass. Do as he says and you won’t have a problem.
He could never follow instructions. He got the simplest things wrong — even setting the table or putting away the groceries. And yet, she was never angry. She just smiled and corrected him, time after time.