The others at the crosswalk, on the corner of the four-way intersection, pause to look at her. Tall, commanding, with wavy red hair perfectly hairsprayed and frizzing from the rain. She tugs her trench coat tighter and, with a murmured ‘fuck’, drops her coffee all over herself and her expensive handbag.
We’ve come to an intersection
So?
Keep going I suppose
And which way? we have options.
Well I don’t see any reason why not to keep going in the same direction.
But I want free will, and something tells me from my past that nothing will change from the direction.
Then turn right.
I’m going straight.
I drove up to the intersection, there was a red car across from me. I looked at it rather cockeyed because half the fender was hitting the ground. I was quite shocked to see someone driving like that. Then the light turned green and I went on my way. Later, that same car hit me at another intersection.
His life is divided into ‘before’ and ‘after’.
Before he pulled into the intersection of Fifth and Hawthorne, before he didn’t take enough time to look, before something seemed off and time seemed to lapse.
And after.
After, when all he could see was shattered glass and sky.
The intersection of race, class, and gender explains numerous inequalities and oppressions that exist in our society. Unlike people who argue that multiple oppressions compound one another, intersectionality theorists focus on how each person is uniquely situated with respect to different categories of inequality, and these intersectional positions lead to unique and special experiences.
I couldn’t see the car in the intersection for the tears clouding my vision… My life was at an intersection, making me unable to see the intersection I would never leave.
i like intersections. they are cool. they require you to make firm decisions and not waver, because life is too short to not make choices that will have an impact on yourself and others. intersections connote risk and improbability
An intersection of thoughts or mind? What is an intersection? It almost sounds like surgery, like cutting deep deep deeper into my thoughts and heart and mind until you can see ME beating, see me way too far into the mess that is inside me. Who is inside me at this intersection? Who am I there where I’m a mess? Oh I wonder how we live.
“‘Just what lies at the intersection of the present moment and how your past has made you who you are? Is it that tiny fulcrum from which you can fall forever like the proverbial child’s nightmare of falling endlessly until you end up in China? Or is it more like a pendulum swing where you rocket from one extreme to the never without ever quite knowing where you will end?'” Morgan shuddered slightly as he read the document over Priscilla’s shoulder. “Next thing you know, you’re going to be ‘standing at midnight at a crossroads with the moon guarding your back,'” he commented. “Geez Louise! No more iced mochacchinos and Pringles binges for you. I’m cutting you off.”
crossroads. i m bored. this is too long. intersection. kinda reminds me of inception. no reason. shouldn’t really..
is it passed yet?
i m bored
i should study
I was crossing the intersection when I saw him out of the corner of my eye. I was so caught off guard I was almost hit by a city bus. He was standing on the front steps of my house. What was he doing there? Did he come to see me? Am I dreaming?
at the intersection of my life, i feel it necessary to ponder and wonder what could be. had i strayed from my original path. some goals set year ago never achieved, others reached, others forgotten, and i wonder if it all matters. if it makes sense.
there was a car that was stopped at the middle of the intersection inside was a girl and when she look out her window she saw a truck next to her with the cutest boy inside she couldn’t believe her then he rolled down his window and her jaw dropped he was interested in her?!
She was walking to that same intersection where there was that same bus stop, and she would wait for the same person, even the same smile she gave to him, said that she was just tired of the same routine every day, so she turned the other way and walked away.
the intersection is where everything is. where everyone and every place just stops. its a place where people, animals, atoms, anything really, is able to stop and look. the intersection point is where i hope to meet someone. it’s where i want to have finished going halfway at the exact time someone else has done their half. i want to find at man at my intersection. along with a big sign that shouts, LOVE. it is a place where 2, 3, 4, infinity things meet and become one. where everything and nothing can happen. where i want to be.
At the intersection of 5th and 24th, two children were crossing the road just before midnight. One carried a teddy bear by one leg, and the little girl carried her doll. They had a very important appointment – to go see the trees kneel on the night of Christ’s birth. A tribute to The Trees Kneel at Christmas.
The intersection buzzed with life. Cars flashed by speedily, greeted by poor people resting along the corners of the streets. Other vehicles patiently waited their turn to speed by and be on their way.
car box match light face rock total deception rancid punx uppin falling down back down to a bottle of jacky cola right wrong same face total reconciliation faraway fetch catch sky nonsensical frighteners focal pointing at light toward the bouncing of souls shark attack!
an intersection reminds me of a cross roads or stop signs stop light what ever. or an intersection in your life where you have to choose what your going to do with your life. intersecting lines like in math or insects it kinda sounds like insects thats kinda weird thought so disregard that
When i was a little girl, there was an intersection near my house. If you took the dirt road north, it would lead you to town. east lead to our barn and west lead to fileds, miles of them. I didn’t know where south went, just that it was paved.
I had come to an intersection in my life. The big choices lay right in front of me. I didn’t want to choose. Closing my eyes, I started to spin. As I slowed down and let the dizziness subside, I turned to face one of the paths. With no idea of which way I was headed, and no way of returning back to the same point, I took a chance. And I ran.
The intersection was crowded with traffic. We sat in our car wondering what the hold up was. I was playing in the backseat of our car with a toy dinosaur. Suddenly, we saw what was causing the commotion. A car had sideswiped a person on a motorcycle.
There are many highways in this world… some lead to cities. some to the country. But what about the soul highways??? the ones that allows millions of ghosts to wander through our world? One such intersection crosses at my street…
These are where a lot of accidents are held. However, I love the random intersections that I have with people daily. It’s where people cross paths, but they get the split second of interacting with one another. It’s about communication. A middle ground. A meeting place. A moment in time.
There is this messed up intersection in my hometown. I always just call it “that messed up intersection by Kirchner’s” and people know exactly what I am talking about. Yep. True story.
This is where two non-parallel lines cross each other in space. People get in lots of crashes in intersections. We have stop lights to prevent wrecks, but they’re not effective. :(
“He was picking his nose at the intersection!”
They all laughed. He pretended like he couldn’t hear them, but it took all the strength within him not to turn around and say “I had an itch!”
“Gosh, some people think no one can see them in their cars!”
intersection. its amazing that people can run into each other. whether they wind up going to the same place all the time or simply walk the same route somewhere. a simple bump in, or simple chance just winds two people up together. i like to think that its fate, this intersection of people.
I think about Boston, and what a fun time I had there this weekend at Anime Boston. I think of the people I met and all my friends and the fun times we had. I think about my first hook up at the Saturday night rave. I think about our costumes and going on the T
im walking down the street, my head down like always; i dont like attention. its the same path i take every day. no need to think, just walk and hope all goes well. i get to the intersection and bump into you. im so glad that my head was down.
There was once an intersection near my home. It wasn’t really an intersection. The roads were close together and they connected like an intersection, but they could not be called an intersection
intersections are very buys and loud. i hate driving through them sometimes because of the lights. especially when the lights are red enforced. intersection is the name of large group at Bradley University for Cru. intersections are just so busy that i don’t really enjoy the chaos…at all. but they’re very interesting to observe because of the amount of people that go through them.
I am currently at an intersection
College and the world ahead of me
I feel like Robert Frost, sadly
And whatever road I choose
Will not matter at all
Because everything’s the same
Even if it leads to different destinations
It’s slightly nilhist
But at least I’m a reaIist
The others at the crosswalk, on the corner of the four-way intersection, pause to look at her. Tall, commanding, with wavy red hair perfectly hairsprayed and frizzing from the rain. She tugs her trench coat tighter and, with a murmured ‘fuck’, drops her coffee all over herself and her expensive handbag.
We’ve come to an intersection
So?
Keep going I suppose
And which way? we have options.
Well I don’t see any reason why not to keep going in the same direction.
But I want free will, and something tells me from my past that nothing will change from the direction.
Then turn right.
I’m going straight.
I drove up to the intersection, there was a red car across from me. I looked at it rather cockeyed because half the fender was hitting the ground. I was quite shocked to see someone driving like that. Then the light turned green and I went on my way. Later, that same car hit me at another intersection.
His life is divided into ‘before’ and ‘after’.
Before he pulled into the intersection of Fifth and Hawthorne, before he didn’t take enough time to look, before something seemed off and time seemed to lapse.
And after.
After, when all he could see was shattered glass and sky.
The intersection of race, class, and gender explains numerous inequalities and oppressions that exist in our society. Unlike people who argue that multiple oppressions compound one another, intersectionality theorists focus on how each person is uniquely situated with respect to different categories of inequality, and these intersectional positions lead to unique and special experiences.
I couldn’t see the car in the intersection for the tears clouding my vision… My life was at an intersection, making me unable to see the intersection I would never leave.
i like intersections. they are cool. they require you to make firm decisions and not waver, because life is too short to not make choices that will have an impact on yourself and others. intersections connote risk and improbability
An intersection of thoughts or mind? What is an intersection? It almost sounds like surgery, like cutting deep deep deeper into my thoughts and heart and mind until you can see ME beating, see me way too far into the mess that is inside me. Who is inside me at this intersection? Who am I there where I’m a mess? Oh I wonder how we live.
traffic horrible drivers. math. perpendicular. mr johnson!
hamilton. T. cars. space. mars. wayne. lean. dreads. YMCMB….
“‘Just what lies at the intersection of the present moment and how your past has made you who you are? Is it that tiny fulcrum from which you can fall forever like the proverbial child’s nightmare of falling endlessly until you end up in China? Or is it more like a pendulum swing where you rocket from one extreme to the never without ever quite knowing where you will end?'” Morgan shuddered slightly as he read the document over Priscilla’s shoulder. “Next thing you know, you’re going to be ‘standing at midnight at a crossroads with the moon guarding your back,'” he commented. “Geez Louise! No more iced mochacchinos and Pringles binges for you. I’m cutting you off.”
crossroads. i m bored. this is too long. intersection. kinda reminds me of inception. no reason. shouldn’t really..
is it passed yet?
i m bored
i should study
crossing. meeting. hitting. slamming. perfect 4 grids. right angles. sharpness. accidents.
I was crossing the intersection when I saw him out of the corner of my eye. I was so caught off guard I was almost hit by a city bus. He was standing on the front steps of my house. What was he doing there? Did he come to see me? Am I dreaming?
at the intersection of my life, i feel it necessary to ponder and wonder what could be. had i strayed from my original path. some goals set year ago never achieved, others reached, others forgotten, and i wonder if it all matters. if it makes sense.
there was a car that was stopped at the middle of the intersection inside was a girl and when she look out her window she saw a truck next to her with the cutest boy inside she couldn’t believe her then he rolled down his window and her jaw dropped he was interested in her?!
Too many cars are trouble. Crossroads. Wet weather lights. Two lines, three lines. … Fire. How many can we have?
She was walking to that same intersection where there was that same bus stop, and she would wait for the same person, even the same smile she gave to him, said that she was just tired of the same routine every day, so she turned the other way and walked away.
the intersection is where everything is. where everyone and every place just stops. its a place where people, animals, atoms, anything really, is able to stop and look. the intersection point is where i hope to meet someone. it’s where i want to have finished going halfway at the exact time someone else has done their half. i want to find at man at my intersection. along with a big sign that shouts, LOVE. it is a place where 2, 3, 4, infinity things meet and become one. where everything and nothing can happen. where i want to be.
At the intersection of 5th and 24th, two children were crossing the road just before midnight. One carried a teddy bear by one leg, and the little girl carried her doll. They had a very important appointment – to go see the trees kneel on the night of Christ’s birth. A tribute to The Trees Kneel at Christmas.
watch out for the car coming at the intersection because if you don’t look both ways child you will be hit and we don’t want that”
The intersection buzzed with life. Cars flashed by speedily, greeted by poor people resting along the corners of the streets. Other vehicles patiently waited their turn to speed by and be on their way.
car box match light face rock total deception rancid punx uppin falling down back down to a bottle of jacky cola right wrong same face total reconciliation faraway fetch catch sky nonsensical frighteners focal pointing at light toward the bouncing of souls shark attack!
an intersection reminds me of a cross roads or stop signs stop light what ever. or an intersection in your life where you have to choose what your going to do with your life. intersecting lines like in math or insects it kinda sounds like insects thats kinda weird thought so disregard that
An intersection is a mathematical term for probabilities. It’s also where several streets cross, or where two lines meet each other.
When i was a little girl, there was an intersection near my house. If you took the dirt road north, it would lead you to town. east lead to our barn and west lead to fileds, miles of them. I didn’t know where south went, just that it was paved.
I had come to an intersection in my life. The big choices lay right in front of me. I didn’t want to choose. Closing my eyes, I started to spin. As I slowed down and let the dizziness subside, I turned to face one of the paths. With no idea of which way I was headed, and no way of returning back to the same point, I took a chance. And I ran.
The intersection was crowded with traffic. We sat in our car wondering what the hold up was. I was playing in the backseat of our car with a toy dinosaur. Suddenly, we saw what was causing the commotion. A car had sideswiped a person on a motorcycle.
There are many highways in this world… some lead to cities. some to the country. But what about the soul highways??? the ones that allows millions of ghosts to wander through our world? One such intersection crosses at my street…
These are where a lot of accidents are held. However, I love the random intersections that I have with people daily. It’s where people cross paths, but they get the split second of interacting with one another. It’s about communication. A middle ground. A meeting place. A moment in time.
There is this messed up intersection in my hometown. I always just call it “that messed up intersection by Kirchner’s” and people know exactly what I am talking about. Yep. True story.
This is where two non-parallel lines cross each other in space. People get in lots of crashes in intersections. We have stop lights to prevent wrecks, but they’re not effective. :(
two lines
connecting together
not right angles
not meant to be
just there
usually unintentional.
sounds a lot like love.
“He was picking his nose at the intersection!”
They all laughed. He pretended like he couldn’t hear them, but it took all the strength within him not to turn around and say “I had an itch!”
“Gosh, some people think no one can see them in their cars!”
intersection. its amazing that people can run into each other. whether they wind up going to the same place all the time or simply walk the same route somewhere. a simple bump in, or simple chance just winds two people up together. i like to think that its fate, this intersection of people.
I think about Boston, and what a fun time I had there this weekend at Anime Boston. I think of the people I met and all my friends and the fun times we had. I think about my first hook up at the Saturday night rave. I think about our costumes and going on the T
im walking down the street, my head down like always; i dont like attention. its the same path i take every day. no need to think, just walk and hope all goes well. i get to the intersection and bump into you. im so glad that my head was down.
There was once an intersection near my home. It wasn’t really an intersection. The roads were close together and they connected like an intersection, but they could not be called an intersection
intersections are very buys and loud. i hate driving through them sometimes because of the lights. especially when the lights are red enforced. intersection is the name of large group at Bradley University for Cru. intersections are just so busy that i don’t really enjoy the chaos…at all. but they’re very interesting to observe because of the amount of people that go through them.
wrote about this already… next!
I am currently at an intersection
College and the world ahead of me
I feel like Robert Frost, sadly
And whatever road I choose
Will not matter at all
Because everything’s the same
Even if it leads to different destinations
It’s slightly nilhist
But at least I’m a reaIist