A montage of my own life passed by my eyes as I fell down, down into the crisp, blue water below. Such a foolish decision I had made, aiming to crawl up to the top of the cliff. I should have known the rocks would not be secure enough to hold my footing, should have known that I would slip against their slick, smooth surfaces as I placed my weight upon them. But low and behold, here I am falling down, down into the crisp, blue water.
every feeling you’ve ever felt pertaining to a subject made tangible in words, pictures, visible thoughts. unedited, uninhibited, stream of consciousness. Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts.
a montage is a collection of something of memories like a photo montage or movie montage. it kind of sounds like collage or maybe it’s just me. i should probably look it up in the dictionary. a montage is basically paying tribute to something important.
montage. i think montage is a movie of some sort? anyway, i have absolutely no idea what a montage is. it kind of sounds like entourage..actually wait. montage definitely isn’t a movie…entourage is. well this is mad awks. anywho WAIT i remember what it means. it means a collaboration of things right? like a montage of different things…
Mountain what? I really don’t know what montage means. I must not have a very good vocabulary. Isn’t it some kind of documentary or am i totally wrong?
i dont know the meaning of this word. it reminds me of mortgage or monaco, but i really dont know what it means. Is it related to vintage OR what? I am obsessed with perfecting my English accent. What should I do?
I don’t even know what this means. Makes me think of photography or something along those lines. :O That or I think of the Monteques in Romeo and Juliet. I don’t know how to spell that.
The montage of life can be a very long and harrowing journey. A life can not be confined by time, moments captured by pictures. It is emotion that make life… life.
I once went to a bat mitzvah. the service was a lot longer than mine and my friends. at the luch afterwords, the family made everyone there watch a montage of pictures that told her story. it was really boring.and long.
I allready got this word. It must like me. I talked about a pink chair and giving him hickies and baby goats and june bugs.. Nothing to inspired just a montage of my day.
Sometimes life feels like a montage… The ones you see on the last episodes of TV sitcoms. And the older you as a person get, the more meaningful your montage becomes. Eventually your montage will be of pictures and videos that others will be watching at your funeral, and it will mean something different to everyone who knew you… You’ve really made a difference if your montage touches the lives of those you never met.
As I flipped through the montage, I couldn’t help but think about her. Beautiful, blonde hair cascading down olive colored skin. She looked strange. Not necessarily odd, but not necessarily gorgeous, either. She was thin…far too thing, many would say. Nearly bony, even. But her smile was infection, and her touch soft and loving. God, it had felt so good. Why hadn’t he kissed her when he had the chance?
The montage of nature that appears in a back yard is as vast and complicared as the entire human experience. There are insects flora, perhaps some fauna, and millions of places for the young Faeries to hide. The small angels of the garden.
me and you and the goats outside in the yard playing with their kids. and the june bugs sneak in the windows. we sit in the pink chair giving eachother collage of hickies while my parents sit unknowingly outside.
Three spaces and silence. A wave on a shore. The crying of a lost child. Dark forests and thick, twisted vines. Anger, hot and red, boiling over and destroying a thin spiderweb of love. An old couple strolling down the street, arm in arm.
Video montages are quite interesting. I doubt I’m even using this in the right context, but they feel quite nostalgic, even melancholy at times.
I feel like I’ve missed a lot when I see myself doing things that I don’t even remember. I only remember the fleeting memories.
ray lamontauge. this ist most likely what i was supposed to write about but i did. amazing voice. moving, even. i feel like his voice toches the soul when he sings, almost like the lyrics of his songs are the story of someones life. its been a long time since a artist like that has made such an impact.
Montages, though often ridiculed, mimics the way people actually think. We do not think in a series of words, strung together, and forced to form sentences, but in pictures. This is why the montage is often the most memorable scene in a movie.
this is a collection of images loosely related to the same theme designed to be visually interesting and to bring out new dimensions of the theme through juxtaposition of dissonant ideas.
A stack of pictures strewn across the hardwood floor; memories from a life shared between two loves as the days and years rolled by. The montage of photos brought a tear to his eye as aged fingers lifted a wedding photo from the pile. She was gone now, but never forgotten.
America’s Funniest Home videos are avid fans of the montage. Some of them are great…others not so much. For some reason I think of Harry Potter, but I’m not really sure why. Music. Pictures. YouTube.
I think of a montage of photos, or a montage of people. Maybe I”m thinking of collage because it rhymes? Now I just asked my friends what montage means, and I was write. Like a collage. So a montage of movie scenes? By ex boyfriend is doing a short film series and my favorite scene is a montage of different kill scenes. In alleys, with shovels, with crowbars, and a lot of death.
Montage: The technique of producing a new composite whole from fragments of pictures, text, or music. Let’s be honest, everyone’s lives are montages. Fragments of life that we cling to until the morph and become a part of us…parents, friends, the snapshots of perfect moments in your life, the words that you use to define yourself and those around you, the background music, the laughter, the tears, the pain, the joy…it all adds up to the masterpiece which is…you.
Opening his eyes just a sliver, Jensen could make out the golden glow of the room lit by the roaring fire in the fireplace. The room smelled of stew and something else that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Moving his eyes to the left, he could make out a montage of shapes, but one froze him, the nude back of a very shapely woman. Jesus, I’ve died and gone to heaven, Jensen sighed.
A montage of your memory flicks across my brain constantly. It’s like an old slideshow film, showing me pictures and pieces of our friendship that I’ll never be able to look back on with you… I’ll never be able to hear your laugh or feel a smile spread over my face because of some dumb funny thing you did. You’re gone.
The photo montage showed her at her best and worst. When she was depressed and at her wedding, the happiest moment of her life. It showed her with her sons and her husband, with her friends and her enemies. It showed what appeared to be her. What the photos didn’t show was the girl hidden underneath.
when you come to it everything you could ever learn would be much easier if you could montage. If I could montage i’d have experts making me all debonair, giving me etiquette lessons and showing me how to make witty conversation and finally showing me turned out all plush like and ready to seduce the office sexpot.
It’s a collection right? Pictures, memories, thoughts, feelings, anything, really. Time really flies when so few (so many?) images are placed beside each other – connected and interlaced with the threads of a past reality.
The montage of them together played in his mind. Was this really going to be the last time he saw her? Was it really going to be the last breath they took? He struggled to turn his aching neck and saw her sitting up and staring at their kidnapper. The steely resolve in her eyes told him it wasn’t going to be their last breath, at least not yet.
I often enjoy montage videos, but no single example comes to mind. I really hate that I can’t think of anything creative to say about this word. Montage is perhaps the least inspiring word I’ve ever met.
beatnik bumblebees, milkshakes that run down mountain valleys, a bird with a hyphen stuck in its tail feathers like a hair stick, a train bearing down on bowling pins
A montage of my own life passed by my eyes as I fell down, down into the crisp, blue water below. Such a foolish decision I had made, aiming to crawl up to the top of the cliff. I should have known the rocks would not be secure enough to hold my footing, should have known that I would slip against their slick, smooth surfaces as I placed my weight upon them. But low and behold, here I am falling down, down into the crisp, blue water.
every feeling you’ve ever felt pertaining to a subject made tangible in words, pictures, visible thoughts. unedited, uninhibited, stream of consciousness. Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts.
a montage is a collection of something of memories like a photo montage or movie montage. it kind of sounds like collage or maybe it’s just me. i should probably look it up in the dictionary. a montage is basically paying tribute to something important.
My life is a montage of the thoughts experiences and loves that have wandered thru my consciousness.
montage. i think montage is a movie of some sort? anyway, i have absolutely no idea what a montage is. it kind of sounds like entourage..actually wait. montage definitely isn’t a movie…entourage is. well this is mad awks. anywho WAIT i remember what it means. it means a collaboration of things right? like a montage of different things…
Mountain what? I really don’t know what montage means. I must not have a very good vocabulary. Isn’t it some kind of documentary or am i totally wrong?
pictures. clips. snippets. flashing. mountains. egatnom. corny movies. rocky. music. mont. age. flash. flash. past. your. eyes. montage. time’s up.
i dont know the meaning of this word. it reminds me of mortgage or monaco, but i really dont know what it means. Is it related to vintage OR what? I am obsessed with perfecting my English accent. What should I do?
I don’t even know what this means. Makes me think of photography or something along those lines. :O That or I think of the Monteques in Romeo and Juliet. I don’t know how to spell that.
the funniest technique in movie history. seeing it written out always makes me think of montana.
The montage of life can be a very long and harrowing journey. A life can not be confined by time, moments captured by pictures. It is emotion that make life… life.
I once went to a bat mitzvah. the service was a lot longer than mine and my friends. at the luch afterwords, the family made everyone there watch a montage of pictures that told her story. it was really boring.and long.
I allready got this word. It must like me. I talked about a pink chair and giving him hickies and baby goats and june bugs.. Nothing to inspired just a montage of my day.
Sometimes life feels like a montage… The ones you see on the last episodes of TV sitcoms. And the older you as a person get, the more meaningful your montage becomes. Eventually your montage will be of pictures and videos that others will be watching at your funeral, and it will mean something different to everyone who knew you… You’ve really made a difference if your montage touches the lives of those you never met.
As I flipped through the montage, I couldn’t help but think about her. Beautiful, blonde hair cascading down olive colored skin. She looked strange. Not necessarily odd, but not necessarily gorgeous, either. She was thin…far too thing, many would say. Nearly bony, even. But her smile was infection, and her touch soft and loving. God, it had felt so good. Why hadn’t he kissed her when he had the chance?
The montage of nature that appears in a back yard is as vast and complicared as the entire human experience. There are insects flora, perhaps some fauna, and millions of places for the young Faeries to hide. The small angels of the garden.
me and you and the goats outside in the yard playing with their kids. and the june bugs sneak in the windows. we sit in the pink chair giving eachother collage of hickies while my parents sit unknowingly outside.
Three spaces and silence. A wave on a shore. The crying of a lost child. Dark forests and thick, twisted vines. Anger, hot and red, boiling over and destroying a thin spiderweb of love. An old couple strolling down the street, arm in arm.
i have no idea what a montage is. Maybe it is a mash up of a bunch of stuff. I dont know. that is all.
Bat-mitzvah montage. Cried until my parents got me one–like I cried ALOT.
Stupid now that I look back–I was a brat.
Pictures of my friends and family, I guess it was cute? Useful? Not so much.
And endless blur across the screen
shimmering
twisting
becoming one
music
pictures
memories
happiness
A montage of remembrances flashes before my eyes
Video montages are quite interesting. I doubt I’m even using this in the right context, but they feel quite nostalgic, even melancholy at times.
I feel like I’ve missed a lot when I see myself doing things that I don’t even remember. I only remember the fleeting memories.
ray lamontauge. this ist most likely what i was supposed to write about but i did. amazing voice. moving, even. i feel like his voice toches the soul when he sings, almost like the lyrics of his songs are the story of someones life. its been a long time since a artist like that has made such an impact.
Montages, though often ridiculed, mimics the way people actually think. We do not think in a series of words, strung together, and forced to form sentences, but in pictures. This is why the montage is often the most memorable scene in a movie.
this is a collection of images loosely related to the same theme designed to be visually interesting and to bring out new dimensions of the theme through juxtaposition of dissonant ideas.
A stack of pictures strewn across the hardwood floor; memories from a life shared between two loves as the days and years rolled by. The montage of photos brought a tear to his eye as aged fingers lifted a wedding photo from the pile. She was gone now, but never forgotten.
America’s Funniest Home videos are avid fans of the montage. Some of them are great…others not so much. For some reason I think of Harry Potter, but I’m not really sure why. Music. Pictures. YouTube.
A montage of cooking tools filled the drawers – each one serving its purpose the kitchen drama.
I think of a montage of photos, or a montage of people. Maybe I”m thinking of collage because it rhymes? Now I just asked my friends what montage means, and I was write. Like a collage. So a montage of movie scenes? By ex boyfriend is doing a short film series and my favorite scene is a montage of different kill scenes. In alleys, with shovels, with crowbars, and a lot of death.
Montage: The technique of producing a new composite whole from fragments of pictures, text, or music. Let’s be honest, everyone’s lives are montages. Fragments of life that we cling to until the morph and become a part of us…parents, friends, the snapshots of perfect moments in your life, the words that you use to define yourself and those around you, the background music, the laughter, the tears, the pain, the joy…it all adds up to the masterpiece which is…you.
Opening his eyes just a sliver, Jensen could make out the golden glow of the room lit by the roaring fire in the fireplace. The room smelled of stew and something else that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Moving his eyes to the left, he could make out a montage of shapes, but one froze him, the nude back of a very shapely woman. Jesus, I’ve died and gone to heaven, Jensen sighed.
A montage of your memory flicks across my brain constantly. It’s like an old slideshow film, showing me pictures and pieces of our friendship that I’ll never be able to look back on with you… I’ll never be able to hear your laugh or feel a smile spread over my face because of some dumb funny thing you did. You’re gone.
The photo montage showed her at her best and worst. When she was depressed and at her wedding, the happiest moment of her life. It showed her with her sons and her husband, with her friends and her enemies. It showed what appeared to be her. What the photos didn’t show was the girl hidden underneath.
when you come to it everything you could ever learn would be much easier if you could montage. If I could montage i’d have experts making me all debonair, giving me etiquette lessons and showing me how to make witty conversation and finally showing me turned out all plush like and ready to seduce the office sexpot.
It’s a collection right? Pictures, memories, thoughts, feelings, anything, really. Time really flies when so few (so many?) images are placed beside each other – connected and interlaced with the threads of a past reality.
The montage of them together played in his mind. Was this really going to be the last time he saw her? Was it really going to be the last breath they took? He struggled to turn his aching neck and saw her sitting up and staring at their kidnapper. The steely resolve in her eyes told him it wasn’t going to be their last breath, at least not yet.
A montage to everything. Well so that was thought. mon-ta-ge
mon ta ge
mont age
mo nta ge
mon tag e
montage
breaking up the word to see if there’s anything new.
cheeseburger accessory on the black angus double fluff anutter bunn. sesame seed delivery
I often enjoy montage videos, but no single example comes to mind. I really hate that I can’t think of anything creative to say about this word. Montage is perhaps the least inspiring word I’ve ever met.
beatnik bumblebees, milkshakes that run down mountain valleys, a bird with a hyphen stuck in its tail feathers like a hair stick, a train bearing down on bowling pins