Mass is all around us. Everything we see and everything we don’t is mass. Everything changes, no matter how we try and stop it. Most of the time, the mass stays the same. The simple things in life, love, happiness, changes. Mass is forever the same, forever around us.
The mass of an eraser can be defined. The mass of a star can be defined. But what is the mass of love? How does it change? What is a parent’s love for a child? A lover to a lover? A friend to a friend?
Mass reminds me of science. A subject I don’t really like all that much, but my mom used to teach it. Objects have masses. I have a mass. We all have a mass.
i just did this…..learned it in physics. found out about this on StumbleUpon. Such a good site, love it!!! OKAYYY gotta do my math and chem homework and maybe some history!!! AAAAHHH MASSSS MASSSSS
It was the largest thing she had ever seen. It simply boggled her 6-year old imagination. How could anything be so big? Her mother went on about the mass of a blue whale, but she just dreamed of swimming with it.
everything has mass. four letters. ass. donkey. horse. horses are so beautiful. i love horses. they are creatures of beauty. they have mass. mass is everywhere. your mass can change i suppose. everything can change though. everything is always changing. why does everything have to change? even simple things such as mass are forced to change. its almost disappointing.
i love mass. mass is used in physics. i studied it last year. it was easy but soo became difficult when other components were added to it, is this working? do i keep typing until time is up? i guesss soooo
MASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
A passing of time surrounded by like minded religious people. An event that brings people together to worship and praise their god. Also a time to stare at really creepy pictures of a guy bleeding out on a giant ‘t’
mass is a concept in physics that describes the quantity of matter in a defined space. mass is also a word similar to masa in spanish, it’s meaning is not the same een though they sound so similar so mass is a
I had I dream that I was in love. And as we held one another close, and thought of obligations that seemed insignificant in the moment, I knew it was not true, it would soon come to an end, and I would yet again tumble into the lonely masses.
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In her wardrobe was a wine-red velvet dress with an ivory lace collar that I imagined her wearing with her Sunday School shoes when she drank the blood of Christ at Sunday Mass.
As she looked at the math book, the problem made no sense. Who cares what the mass of the apple before and after getting eaten was? She stared at her book daydreaming of a time, a time where she would get to follow her dreams. Where what people thought no longer mattered. Where she could be with whoever she wanted. Where struggles would happen, but the right people would help her through it.
Through crowded corridors with the smell of henna and blossom I go. A nod here, a smile there. I am home. I do not know these faces. They are all new. All strange yet so familiar. This was the day I had waited for.
Saw a bird there just standin up on top that tree there, big mass a feather’n such. Bird there all about SQUAWK then took off. Whole mess a bird that one. Said’s to my Charlene, That there bird ain’t bout nothin but no good. She jes nod and nod, keep on sippin that drink a her’n.
The mass was a celebration of a life, a long life that was filled many adventures. Rachel had lived all over the world, she was a happy go lucky person throughout the fifty years that we were friends but love always eluded her. She was the one that you envied, in your moments of domestic drudgery and despairing ‘the meaning of life’
the swelling mass of people gyrating under the black light, moving with the sound waves so clearly altering their reality, were like atoms undergoing a chemical reaction, pulsating with each new contact and transforming into a new ideal.
Physics is all about mass. We are all composed of mass. We eat mass. We gain mass and we lose mass. But if you go on a diet really bad, then you lose a lot more mass. And then later, you’ll gain more mass than you started. So don’t try to be massless. Try to use math in physics. OMGAWD this is so funny. OMWLKJFSLDJKf I don’t know what to write about. What the heck is this about
Her brain is a mass of tangled thoughts and excuses for why she was never good enough. He is the only one with the capability of untangling it, if only she would let him in
There was a mass of people bustling every which way through the town square. The ladies of the bunch would wave their new scarves and coats at each other, debating forever with a smile on their faces who had found the greatest item of the lot.
The body mass had overwhelmed us all. She was so fat, and all she wanted was to wear a pair of shorts with some black nylons underneath with those hipster boots. No one understood why people did that, or why people do that. But the hipsters have taken over us! And our fashion! Our sweet fat people…TAKEN! TAKKKKEEENNN!
SAVE YOURSELF, THEY ARE IN THE SUBWAYS! THE MACDONALDS! THE CARLS!
Force equal mass times acceleration. A simple equation, one learned by thousands of students all around the world. But how much is force? The force of destiny, of fate? Can our own choices be enough to change the path of density or will be be drawn in, the mass to the acceleration of destiny’s wheel.
I stood in front of my people and spoke. How long could I stand and speak of… ‘deserving’ forgiveness? How can one deserve forgiveness? In the word, is give. Forgiveness is not taken but given, and I, even I, desperately need it.
Mass is an amount. Or actually I guess it could be considered as how much something weighs. Mass is a word used for measurement. The word “mass” is used frequently in a science class or a math class. It is also used at grocery stores to calculate the cost of an item based from its weight.
it’s incredible to have a mass inside your body, like a secret you forget to tell yourself, your best friend, and your mother. Like a secret cheat that God slide into your life to give you trials and tribulation, trouble to start you upward again.
mass is something i did when i was young, in math class i remember yes hahhaa. we had to calculate mass of things but i found it quite hard then and year seven was good, yeah good times.
The Church Mass was boring me. The priest was talking and it’s hard for a nine year old to stay focused. It’d be cooler is the priest could breathe fire! Like a dragon-priest! Teaching us about how to properly collect treasure. That’d be way more interesting.
how much there is in something, mass of a bag of flour mass in grams mass scales and all sorts of stuff, mass is quite interesting. we learnt this in maths you know, quite a long time ago. year seven i think it was hmm. yes it was. good times.
Friday night trouble bound start under the eaves of the National and wheel free wheel swing round Hyde Park Corner slake the city dust with welcome Guinness in a Fleet Street hostelry haunted by ghosts of hacks and its a world that wheels on in my absence but I am not quite disconnected a ghost of me rides in every critical mass ride though I am in a distant lonely far from sort of place and my bicycle languishes in damp garage neglected abandoned and listening for the call of the city turn again
Mass is all around us. Everything we see and everything we don’t is mass. Everything changes, no matter how we try and stop it. Most of the time, the mass stays the same. The simple things in life, love, happiness, changes. Mass is forever the same, forever around us.
Mass is everything. Mass is what you are, who you are. Mass is important. Mass is you. Mass is me. Mass is everybody and everything.
The mass of an eraser can be defined. The mass of a star can be defined. But what is the mass of love? How does it change? What is a parent’s love for a child? A lover to a lover? A friend to a friend?
Mass reminds me of science. A subject I don’t really like all that much, but my mom used to teach it. Objects have masses. I have a mass. We all have a mass.
i just did this…..learned it in physics. found out about this on StumbleUpon. Such a good site, love it!!! OKAYYY gotta do my math and chem homework and maybe some history!!! AAAAHHH MASSSS MASSSSS
The crushing force of an elephant, a giant foot of grey pressing the daisies back into the soil.
It was the largest thing she had ever seen. It simply boggled her 6-year old imagination. How could anything be so big? Her mother went on about the mass of a blue whale, but she just dreamed of swimming with it.
everything has mass. four letters. ass. donkey. horse. horses are so beautiful. i love horses. they are creatures of beauty. they have mass. mass is everywhere. your mass can change i suppose. everything can change though. everything is always changing. why does everything have to change? even simple things such as mass are forced to change. its almost disappointing.
i love mass. mass is used in physics. i studied it last year. it was easy but soo became difficult when other components were added to it, is this working? do i keep typing until time is up? i guesss soooo
MASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
A passing of time surrounded by like minded religious people. An event that brings people together to worship and praise their god. Also a time to stare at really creepy pictures of a guy bleeding out on a giant ‘t’
mass is a concept in physics that describes the quantity of matter in a defined space. mass is also a word similar to masa in spanish, it’s meaning is not the same een though they sound so similar so mass is a
I had I dream that I was in love. And as we held one another close, and thought of obligations that seemed insignificant in the moment, I knew it was not true, it would soon come to an end, and I would yet again tumble into the lonely masses.
Generate profit lawyer price digestion chaos loneliness sour cold land flowers seeds love immigration space lines strs fire integration history battle distraction soul vast grass past cast last flaws laws
In her wardrobe was a wine-red velvet dress with an ivory lace collar that I imagined her wearing with her Sunday School shoes when she drank the blood of Christ at Sunday Mass.
As she looked at the math book, the problem made no sense. Who cares what the mass of the apple before and after getting eaten was? She stared at her book daydreaming of a time, a time where she would get to follow her dreams. Where what people thought no longer mattered. Where she could be with whoever she wanted. Where struggles would happen, but the right people would help her through it.
Through crowded corridors with the smell of henna and blossom I go. A nod here, a smile there. I am home. I do not know these faces. They are all new. All strange yet so familiar. This was the day I had waited for.
Saw a bird there just standin up on top that tree there, big mass a feather’n such. Bird there all about SQUAWK then took off. Whole mess a bird that one. Said’s to my Charlene, That there bird ain’t bout nothin but no good. She jes nod and nod, keep on sippin that drink a her’n.
The mass was a celebration of a life, a long life that was filled many adventures. Rachel had lived all over the world, she was a happy go lucky person throughout the fifty years that we were friends but love always eluded her. She was the one that you envied, in your moments of domestic drudgery and despairing ‘the meaning of life’
the swelling mass of people gyrating under the black light, moving with the sound waves so clearly altering their reality, were like atoms undergoing a chemical reaction, pulsating with each new contact and transforming into a new ideal.
Cancer, growing. what’s that??? Call the Dr….frightened, stomach flip-flops. A mass… tests, radiation…. shrinking, shrink, shrinking. Mass abated.
Congeal within the mass appeal,
form its hips and its trends.
The flesh throbbed and oozed and dripped. Blood, coagulated and thick, splattered on the floor.
Janet looked into one wide, pale blue eye–one of the opening maws filled with human teeth. And she willed her mind to stay together.
“All right then,” she said through gritted teeth, and fired her first shot.
her mind is a tangled mass of insecurities and feelings of never being good enough. he is the only one who can fix her but only if she allows him
Physics is all about mass. We are all composed of mass. We eat mass. We gain mass and we lose mass. But if you go on a diet really bad, then you lose a lot more mass. And then later, you’ll gain more mass than you started. So don’t try to be massless. Try to use math in physics. OMGAWD this is so funny. OMWLKJFSLDJKf I don’t know what to write about. What the heck is this about
Her brain is a mass of tangled thoughts and excuses for why she was never good enough. He is the only one with the capability of untangling it, if only she would let him in
There was a mass of people bustling every which way through the town square. The ladies of the bunch would wave their new scarves and coats at each other, debating forever with a smile on their faces who had found the greatest item of the lot.
The body mass had overwhelmed us all. She was so fat, and all she wanted was to wear a pair of shorts with some black nylons underneath with those hipster boots. No one understood why people did that, or why people do that. But the hipsters have taken over us! And our fashion! Our sweet fat people…TAKEN! TAKKKKEEENNN!
SAVE YOURSELF, THEY ARE IN THE SUBWAYS! THE MACDONALDS! THE CARLS!
Force equal mass times acceleration. A simple equation, one learned by thousands of students all around the world. But how much is force? The force of destiny, of fate? Can our own choices be enough to change the path of density or will be be drawn in, the mass to the acceleration of destiny’s wheel.
going to mass each schoolday as a child bored me, turned me off to catholocism . i can t go to mass today due to the church s behavior over the years.
I stood in front of my people and spoke. How long could I stand and speak of… ‘deserving’ forgiveness? How can one deserve forgiveness? In the word, is give. Forgiveness is not taken but given, and I, even I, desperately need it.
They said it was a mass. A mass. I pictured my childhood catholic church, with it’s large icon of the Virgin Mary. Mary, who also had breasts.
Chemistry. Boring. Sleeping. Struggling. Failing. Tutoring. Close calls. Mrs. Brown being mad.
Mass is an amount. Or actually I guess it could be considered as how much something weighs. Mass is a word used for measurement. The word “mass” is used frequently in a science class or a math class. It is also used at grocery stores to calculate the cost of an item based from its weight.
it’s incredible to have a mass inside your body, like a secret you forget to tell yourself, your best friend, and your mother. Like a secret cheat that God slide into your life to give you trials and tribulation, trouble to start you upward again.
mass is something i did when i was young, in math class i remember yes hahhaa. we had to calculate mass of things but i found it quite hard then and year seven was good, yeah good times.
The Church Mass was boring me. The priest was talking and it’s hard for a nine year old to stay focused. It’d be cooler is the priest could breathe fire! Like a dragon-priest! Teaching us about how to properly collect treasure. That’d be way more interesting.
how much there is in something, mass of a bag of flour mass in grams mass scales and all sorts of stuff, mass is quite interesting. we learnt this in maths you know, quite a long time ago. year seven i think it was hmm. yes it was. good times.
mass? a hard word to write about. my writers block is reaching critical mass? no that dosent work… your mom is a mass
Friday night trouble bound start under the eaves of the National and wheel free wheel swing round Hyde Park Corner slake the city dust with welcome Guinness in a Fleet Street hostelry haunted by ghosts of hacks and its a world that wheels on in my absence but I am not quite disconnected a ghost of me rides in every critical mass ride though I am in a distant lonely far from sort of place and my bicycle languishes in damp garage neglected abandoned and listening for the call of the city turn again
What a small word for something so big.
critical mass.
massive.
amass
Mass.