He looked up across the table again: yes, she was still there, and she was still massive. He wondered if he had perhaps let his loneliness get the best of him.
theres a mass missing thers something wrong theres an influx somewhere it doesnt belong theres too much and too little and certainly not enough theres too much its too gentle and way too rough.
It just laid there. On the foot of my bed. Staring at me with those large round eyes. I didn’t know what to do. It was a kitten. A live cat. Watching me from my bed. The mass of fur continued to stare as I slowly removed myself from the bed.
mass is like weight only its not. i’m not great at science. mass reminds me of planets because you have the same mass on all planets but not weight, or its the other way around, i forget
A mass is huge, man! Like…dat mass that Einstein lusted over. That critical mass that things reach when stuff goes awry, stuff being fat universe crap that we all are made up, exploding starts and stuff. Commas! So many. They too take up mass. I went to mass once it was long and sad. And then I decided I was continue my own mass elsewhere. My massive mass is mass produced.
Mass. Mass destruction. Mass murder. Mass suffering. Mass ignorance. Mass hunger. Mass heartbreak. Why can’t the world be full of mass compassion? Mass kindness? Mass forgiveness? Mass recuperation……… Mass Love?
mass is a heavy thing….. ummmm mass is the amount of volume packed into a square unit right? i dont know…. im learning this now…… wow i should really study more… school has gotten me no where so far just kidding thats a total lie… i have all A’s but not for long.. ill flunk…. why am i so morbid?
People are everywhere, swarming in on me. The masses could not be controlled. The events that occurred were beyond me. It came out of me, flying quickly. Suddenly it was quiet, and I was the only one left.
Alone, truly alone.
Everyone was gone, abandoning me, or running in fear.
I stand here, amongst the pile of souls that have already forgotten me.
Yet not without weight, do I perch myself above the masses. The weights of those fallen, and those to fall rest upon my shoulders. The starving and begging, the crying and weak.
Mass. A confusing mass is what our mind is. Brain is no more that a bunch of confusing and seemingly inexplicable cell’s connections. When one is cut off, what happens?
You get the other side. The one that’s not your self. A whole new bunch of possibilities, or rather… Irreabilities?
Mass started as usual. The ancient voice wheezed from the front. The old frail body struggled to project his voice into the wooden rafters of the stone church.
What has happened to Catholicism? Once one of the most powerful and growing faiths; it has abandoned its own by spending its energy reflecting inward instead of outward. Get over yourself.
Look at the mass
Of zombies
Mindlessly following
Stupidly watching
Cluelessly unquestioning
There is a cure
They have to only grasp it
Recognize it
And see
That the world is indeed
Flawed
massive disaster. my life is a massive disaster. i finally get plans together, and then they fall apart, conveniently at the same time as my air conditioner does the same. i am lost in a massive pile of junk, trapped in a massive, whirling hurricane of the past.
He doesn’t know why that equation is repeating itself over and over in his mind as the avalanche speeds down the hill at over a hundred miles an hour, but it does. Force equals mass times acceleration. Force equals mass times acceleration. He’s turning to run but he knows it’s already too late–the ski poles get tangled in the lines of his pack, he trips over his skis, the snow is filling up around him stuffing itself in his nostrils up his mouth in his ears in his eyes–
mass. the church steeple, the rocky ground, the peoples tears. i remember what it was like, who the people were like; please don’t cry over me. i’ll be watching you just from above.
The mass of this decision is too great for me to handle. It weighs down on me with the extra force of gravity that I cannot seem to manage with my own bones and muscle. What am I to do? This is life.
I’ve always though that there are masses of problems in the world but i guess I’ve always been wrong. There aren’t masses of problems, just masses of people doing the same thing everyday. Doing what they think is right.
Mass is a concept not wholly understood by the world of Physics. Nobody really knows what mass is or why anything has it. Nevertheless, its not a massive problem (wahay). If something with mass is affected by gravity, it falls towards the centre of the gravitational pull.
A mass of thoughts gathered up in my head, haunting me, threatening my existance. Every day, every night I felt lonely, yet accompanied by the productions of my mind. I felt as if I were some place else, felt as if the ghosts inside my mind were about to consume me.
There was a mass of people when the team lost the game. They went wild. They started flipping over cars and burning buildings. No one could stop the angry mass of fans! The police match for the 10,000 angry fans.
I was walking down the street when I saw this huge mass of leaves I automatically went over and jumped into the pile, only to find myself falling into what seemed like an endless pit.
La masa cayó sobre mi cabeza y la abrió como una rosa marchita. Los pétalos sanguinolentos cayeron con delicadeza sobre mis hombros y el perfume de la rosa se derramó sobre mis palmas. Miré hacia el horizonte y vi como la luz que emanaba mi conocimiento alcanzaba a tocar con delicadeza la punta del horizonte.
I have the mass of the worlds on my shoulders and it feels, well, more than amazing, as if I could never, ever leave the earth unbound. I wish the mass of the world was upon my back, therefore I could make the decisions to heal and worship to love and to honor with blood and life. To wonder at the awe inspiring events of past eons. I have the heavy weight of it inside of my soul and heart, sapping at the strength of my chest to even breathe. It weighs me down till I am nothing more than shriveled up.
audiences, war, chaos, mass of objects. Great mass as in space. Mass of people. People together outside in large crowds. Concerts. Malls. Shopping. Mass of wealth. Mass of knowledge. Mass as in the body.
A lump, a group of cells, a mass — whatever you want to call it, it’s not suppose to be there. It wasn’t there last month. I wonder where it came from. I just want it gone to rid myself of these deadly cells that are intent to spread throughout my body.
The weapon mass destruction was designed specifically to leave the entire city of New York in ashes. But it didn’t exactly work that way. By the time it was done, not only was there nothing left of New York, but there was nothing left of the rest of North America either.
i hate church a lot. the only time i ever go is for christmas eve. i always feel awful because you always see people who are these regular church go-ers and i feel like that should be me bur its not, at all. i feel so guilty at church
The porpoise sighed as it swam near the great blue; the cheerleader sighed as she brushed by The Brick.
He was a giant…thing…perhaps, of 280% muscle and 2% intelligence. Everyone was so afraid of him. If he said “Come with me,” you came with him. If he said “We’re going to go out on a date,” you did that too, and smiled at his dumb, half-baked, racist jokes. Even if you were black. “Hey, did you hear that they reinstated slavery?” he had asked on his first date with the cheerleader, “and that the entire South had a party with their enslaved rappers?” She had smile weakly; surely he couldn’t know that her step-mother, who she adored, was 1/2 black.
It’s big. Well, duh. Everyone sees it everyday and yet it goes unnoticed. Tragic. It’s a loss for humanity when they look up at this familiarity and then walk. Life
Sometimes there is so much mass upon your shoulders. You begin to get exhausted, a mixture of emotions try to come out through open pores of your body. They take their toll on your; you become disfigured and tainted. You can no longer recognize yourself.
The mass in my body grew every day. I could feel it throbbing, eating at me. I wanted to cut it out, to grab the nearest knife and lay waste to the mass destroying me. Just a little thing, how could it be so deadly?
Like a hundred percent chance I will grow a mass if I continue to eat like the rest of America. I don’t own a microwave. Should I reside in a museum or a freak circus show?
To learn forget to think, realeasing the mass of bringing it.
He looked up across the table again: yes, she was still there, and she was still massive. He wondered if he had perhaps let his loneliness get the best of him.
theres a mass missing thers something wrong theres an influx somewhere it doesnt belong theres too much and too little and certainly not enough theres too much its too gentle and way too rough.
theres a mass missing thers something wrong theres an influx somewhere it doesnt belong theres too much and too little and certainly
It just laid there. On the foot of my bed. Staring at me with those large round eyes. I didn’t know what to do. It was a kitten. A live cat. Watching me from my bed. The mass of fur continued to stare as I slowly removed myself from the bed.
mass is like weight only its not. i’m not great at science. mass reminds me of planets because you have the same mass on all planets but not weight, or its the other way around, i forget
A mass is huge, man! Like…dat mass that Einstein lusted over. That critical mass that things reach when stuff goes awry, stuff being fat universe crap that we all are made up, exploding starts and stuff. Commas! So many. They too take up mass. I went to mass once it was long and sad. And then I decided I was continue my own mass elsewhere. My massive mass is mass produced.
Mass. Mass destruction. Mass murder. Mass suffering. Mass ignorance. Mass hunger. Mass heartbreak. Why can’t the world be full of mass compassion? Mass kindness? Mass forgiveness? Mass recuperation……… Mass Love?
mass is a heavy thing….. ummmm mass is the amount of volume packed into a square unit right? i dont know…. im learning this now…… wow i should really study more… school has gotten me no where so far just kidding thats a total lie… i have all A’s but not for long.. ill flunk…. why am i so morbid?
People are everywhere, swarming in on me. The masses could not be controlled. The events that occurred were beyond me. It came out of me, flying quickly. Suddenly it was quiet, and I was the only one left.
Alone, truly alone.
Everyone was gone, abandoning me, or running in fear.
I stand here, amongst the pile of souls that have already forgotten me.
Yet not without weight, do I perch myself above the masses. The weights of those fallen, and those to fall rest upon my shoulders. The starving and begging, the crying and weak.
Your cries are not unheard. I will listen.
And I will listen alone.
Mass. A confusing mass is what our mind is. Brain is no more that a bunch of confusing and seemingly inexplicable cell’s connections. When one is cut off, what happens?
You get the other side. The one that’s not your self. A whole new bunch of possibilities, or rather… Irreabilities?
Mass started as usual. The ancient voice wheezed from the front. The old frail body struggled to project his voice into the wooden rafters of the stone church.
We’re learning about mass in school. If you divide an object’s mass be it’s volume, you’ll get its density. Now you know. Woopa.
What has happened to Catholicism? Once one of the most powerful and growing faiths; it has abandoned its own by spending its energy reflecting inward instead of outward. Get over yourself.
Look at the mass
Of zombies
Mindlessly following
Stupidly watching
Cluelessly unquestioning
There is a cure
They have to only grasp it
Recognize it
And see
That the world is indeed
Flawed
massive disaster. my life is a massive disaster. i finally get plans together, and then they fall apart, conveniently at the same time as my air conditioner does the same. i am lost in a massive pile of junk, trapped in a massive, whirling hurricane of the past.
Force equals mass times acceleration.
He doesn’t know why that equation is repeating itself over and over in his mind as the avalanche speeds down the hill at over a hundred miles an hour, but it does. Force equals mass times acceleration. Force equals mass times acceleration. He’s turning to run but he knows it’s already too late–the ski poles get tangled in the lines of his pack, he trips over his skis, the snow is filling up around him stuffing itself in his nostrils up his mouth in his ears in his eyes–
mass. the church steeple, the rocky ground, the peoples tears. i remember what it was like, who the people were like; please don’t cry over me. i’ll be watching you just from above.
The mass of this decision is too great for me to handle. It weighs down on me with the extra force of gravity that I cannot seem to manage with my own bones and muscle. What am I to do? This is life.
I’ve always though that there are masses of problems in the world but i guess I’ve always been wrong. There aren’t masses of problems, just masses of people doing the same thing everyday. Doing what they think is right.
Mass is a concept not wholly understood by the world of Physics. Nobody really knows what mass is or why anything has it. Nevertheless, its not a massive problem (wahay). If something with mass is affected by gravity, it falls towards the centre of the gravitational pull.
A mass of thoughts gathered up in my head, haunting me, threatening my existance. Every day, every night I felt lonely, yet accompanied by the productions of my mind. I felt as if I were some place else, felt as if the ghosts inside my mind were about to consume me.
There was a mass of people when the team lost the game. They went wild. They started flipping over cars and burning buildings. No one could stop the angry mass of fans! The police match for the 10,000 angry fans.
I was walking down the street when I saw this huge mass of leaves I automatically went over and jumped into the pile, only to find myself falling into what seemed like an endless pit.
La masa cayó sobre mi cabeza y la abrió como una rosa marchita. Los pétalos sanguinolentos cayeron con delicadeza sobre mis hombros y el perfume de la rosa se derramó sobre mis palmas. Miré hacia el horizonte y vi como la luz que emanaba mi conocimiento alcanzaba a tocar con delicadeza la punta del horizonte.
I have the mass of the worlds on my shoulders and it feels, well, more than amazing, as if I could never, ever leave the earth unbound. I wish the mass of the world was upon my back, therefore I could make the decisions to heal and worship to love and to honor with blood and life. To wonder at the awe inspiring events of past eons. I have the heavy weight of it inside of my soul and heart, sapping at the strength of my chest to even breathe. It weighs me down till I am nothing more than shriveled up.
audiences, war, chaos, mass of objects. Great mass as in space. Mass of people. People together outside in large crowds. Concerts. Malls. Shopping. Mass of wealth. Mass of knowledge. Mass as in the body.
A lump, a group of cells, a mass — whatever you want to call it, it’s not suppose to be there. It wasn’t there last month. I wonder where it came from. I just want it gone to rid myself of these deadly cells that are intent to spread throughout my body.
The weapon mass destruction was designed specifically to leave the entire city of New York in ashes. But it didn’t exactly work that way. By the time it was done, not only was there nothing left of New York, but there was nothing left of the rest of North America either.
When the frogs hatched, they emerged in mass. Thousands of them, I suppose. Their song droned like a mass of cicadas in summer.
i hate church a lot. the only time i ever go is for christmas eve. i always feel awful because you always see people who are these regular church go-ers and i feel like that should be me bur its not, at all. i feel so guilty at church
The porpoise sighed as it swam near the great blue; the cheerleader sighed as she brushed by The Brick.
He was a giant…thing…perhaps, of 280% muscle and 2% intelligence. Everyone was so afraid of him. If he said “Come with me,” you came with him. If he said “We’re going to go out on a date,” you did that too, and smiled at his dumb, half-baked, racist jokes. Even if you were black. “Hey, did you hear that they reinstated slavery?” he had asked on his first date with the cheerleader, “and that the entire South had a party with their enslaved rappers?” She had smile weakly; surely he couldn’t know that her step-mother, who she adored, was 1/2 black.
Present in the physical world. Temporary. Changes a lot. All the time, actually. Fools the senses
It’s big. Well, duh. Everyone sees it everyday and yet it goes unnoticed. Tragic. It’s a loss for humanity when they look up at this familiarity and then walk. Life
Her heart weights a tonne
As she blinks through every day
it won’t go away
(haiku)
Her heart weights a tonne
As she blinks through every day
it won’t go away
Sometimes there is so much mass upon your shoulders. You begin to get exhausted, a mixture of emotions try to come out through open pores of your body. They take their toll on your; you become disfigured and tainted. You can no longer recognize yourself.
her heart weights a tonne as she blinks through each day
she wished for less and all she gets is more
what is this matter? she asks.
where will it go?
The mass in my body grew every day. I could feel it throbbing, eating at me. I wanted to cut it out, to grab the nearest knife and lay waste to the mass destroying me. Just a little thing, how could it be so deadly?
Like a hundred percent chance I will grow a mass if I continue to eat like the rest of America. I don’t own a microwave. Should I reside in a museum or a freak circus show?