The object of this lesson was to learn your limits. Many of you pushed yourselves over the edge when we told you that this would be a performance test and that the director of the agency would be watching. We are looking for people that know when to stop, and when to push. Unfortunately, many of you have not yet reached that point. If the following would please step forward for re-evaluation.
It is used to describe any thing. It can be something of your affection wants. It encompasses about anything that you it to encompass. Tangible or intangible.
i want to be a person and not an object
and object is a noun
a person a place or a thing
it is something tangible
or at least something that can be held or seen or tasted
an idea is not an object
but an object is an idea
i am an object
but i am also more than that
i am a noun
and i am intangible too
I always thought it would be so grand if I could make someone fall in love with an object that I had carefully conceptualized and brought to life with my own hands.
This is a terrible subject to right about. An object. Let’s get more general next time. We’ll put the word as “Everything” and write about that. This is just awful. I was looking forward to writing about something else but I’ve gotten “object”. However, I am still curious to see what this is about.. Is it over yet?
Why the heck am I writing about an object? What kind of object? Is it food? A drink? An animal? Is is living or not? Does it do anything useful? Is it an article of clothing? No, it is simply an object.
She was the object of his affection and as such was treated to an unswerving loyalty and attention that often bordered on obsession. She felt strangled, trapped, but had no way of telling him as her lips were sealed by love.
molecular structure, anything that is a structure. Can be big or small, lost or found. In pockets, to the entire world. Natural or man made, anything and everything
Her favorite object is a crystal she found. Her father said it’s fake, costume jewelry, but she swears it’s real. She thinks it’s the jewel of a fairy queen or an elven prince. Of course, maybe it is just the jewel of her heart.
A morin-khuur, strumming itself by the window pane where a beam of severed light washes over it with dawn’s hue. The people danced, swimming in their tears and twirling as the object became their very reason for existence. One amongst many, it had that power; an instrument as the One Ring.
we all need objects in our world. the biggest is technology. we all live with phones and computers now a days. you need one to survive, keep up on all the news, communicate with others, and other stuff.
I have too many objects. My room is full of them. Pointless ones, too. Things I wish I’d never got, but now I can’t get rid of them because I’m a sentimental idiot.
There’s a strange object in my room. I go to investigate it. It makes a strange sound, a beep every now and then and a buzz after that. It glows a strange, red light. I have never seen it before. I wonder how it got here, and what it is. It’s not until it’s too late I see the little countdown clock and the entire thing explodes.
the object of the game is to use sixty seconds to write about the word OBJECT. This can mean thing, or it can mean directions. this word can be used many ways and can mean many things.
I rolled the object in my hands. It was a vermillion red with a stripe of deep blue. I was smushing it into different shapes. It was so strange. I first made a boat, I always loved boats. Then suddenly I felt a strong pull at my navel. I was falling backwards. It was never ending, I felt like I had fallen down a rabbit hole. It felt like hours before I hit the bottom. It was cold and desolate. The rocks around me felt jagged and sporadic. Carefully I stood up. In the process my dress ripped, I felt exposed. The boat was at my feet. What was happening? Suddenly the floor rocked beneath me. I stumbled and screamed, looking to the left I saw the sea. It was vibrant and full of life, the sun was setting leaving an imprint of passionate red.
I awoke with a shock. Despite feeling a small weight on my chest I stood up. The object fell. It was my ball
everything is an object. the things on your desk, the litter on the road, the people living on this world. what, you don’t think YOU’RE an object? no. you’re a living thing, with mechanisms and patterns, programmed to run new programs at different parts at your life, eventually reaching the end of your code. you are delusional if you don’t think of people as machines, objects.
I found an object and it was round and fluffy, it had a box that covered it and it also was bouncy and fun to play with, it was very exciting and interesting to okay with. It was blue and big, and it was very cool.
I loved the object. It was smiling at me. It cleaned the window while smiling at me. It loved me and I loved it. I saw sunshine and daisys. And then I ate ice cream. I love chocolate.
It was something that was like never before. It was dark, mysterious and kind of creepy. But it was where it was found that was the oddest thing about it. At the end of a deserted house, in a dark corridor was an array of rooms. The third room on the right contained a massive cupboard and in the cupboard was a small box which contained the object that no one will ever no about.It will forever be a mystery.
He slid the object over his wrists, slicing the metal into his veins. Warmth spread through his body as the blood snaked its way to the floor. Life as he knew it changed as his new addiction took over.
It was something that was like never before. It was dark, mysterious and kind of creepy. But it was where it was found that was the oddest thing about it. At the end of a deserted house, in a dark corridor was an array of rooms. The third room on the right contained a massive cupboard and in the cupboard was a small box which contained the object that no one will ever no about.
The red scarf meant everything to her. She always thought that material objects like clothes, food and jewellerry were unimportant. But it was the meaning and emotions behind the scarf.
There was an object, it was coloured and slimey, where did it come from? No one knew it was random.
I was scared of it! It moved and squeaked every 5 seconds.
Once upon a time there was a little cat called Object. Object was a very fussy cat who only at sardines and cos lettuce. Each day she had breakfast at six thirty and took part in aerobics classes at eight.
It was a curious thing, full of life and darkness: agony and ecstasy. It was intertwined with a silver wire, singing with silver fire. It screamed, thrashed, laughed and died all in the same day, without being heard. It lived in a sea of blood and yet swam amongst the stars. It made love every moment, with whatever it fancied, even if it tore a little of itself out every single time.
It was a curious object, one that could only be heard in the cold silence of the night, or in a heat of passion or anger or fear. All heard is the drum song, one beating for millions of years, repeating the same thing over and over, of a human heart.
object, if you will. but that’s how he see’s you; you’re his. You fall again and again like youre stood at the top of an endless cliff. You manage to grab onto the side claw yourself back up, but you never get chance to take a breath before gravity wins.
Something to hold in the palms of my hand. Caress it. Crave it. Reach for it. Whatever “it” may be. Anything you desire or wish. Grab it. Hold on to it. Don’t ever let go. An object.
you refuse
my declaration last night
even before a word
was uttered
Affection. The object of my affection is this word. With beautiful curves in the Arial typeface, it is the epitome of perfection. It lives within me.
The object of this lesson was to learn your limits. Many of you pushed yourselves over the edge when we told you that this would be a performance test and that the director of the agency would be watching. We are looking for people that know when to stop, and when to push. Unfortunately, many of you have not yet reached that point. If the following would please step forward for re-evaluation.
It is used to describe any thing. It can be something of your affection wants. It encompasses about anything that you it to encompass. Tangible or intangible.
i want to be a person and not an object
and object is a noun
a person a place or a thing
it is something tangible
or at least something that can be held or seen or tasted
an idea is not an object
but an object is an idea
i am an object
but i am also more than that
i am a noun
and i am intangible too
I always thought it would be so grand if I could make someone fall in love with an object that I had carefully conceptualized and brought to life with my own hands.
This is a terrible subject to right about. An object. Let’s get more general next time. We’ll put the word as “Everything” and write about that. This is just awful. I was looking forward to writing about something else but I’ve gotten “object”. However, I am still curious to see what this is about.. Is it over yet?
Why the heck am I writing about an object? What kind of object? Is it food? A drink? An animal? Is is living or not? Does it do anything useful? Is it an article of clothing? No, it is simply an object.
She was the object of his affection and as such was treated to an unswerving loyalty and attention that often bordered on obsession. She felt strangled, trapped, but had no way of telling him as her lips were sealed by love.
The object of my desire?
You know, I’ve never driven to the very end of Northern Boulevard.
Maybe one day when I finally get to own that red BMW convertible, we can both call in sick for work and embark on a one-day adventure.
‘Cause in the end, that’s all I can offer.
It shouldn’t be this tough to want this so much.
molecular structure, anything that is a structure. Can be big or small, lost or found. In pockets, to the entire world. Natural or man made, anything and everything
Her favorite object is a crystal she found. Her father said it’s fake, costume jewelry, but she swears it’s real. She thinks it’s the jewel of a fairy queen or an elven prince. Of course, maybe it is just the jewel of her heart.
A morin-khuur, strumming itself by the window pane where a beam of severed light washes over it with dawn’s hue. The people danced, swimming in their tears and twirling as the object became their very reason for existence. One amongst many, it had that power; an instrument as the One Ring.
we all need objects in our world. the biggest is technology. we all live with phones and computers now a days. you need one to survive, keep up on all the news, communicate with others, and other stuff.
I have too many objects. My room is full of them. Pointless ones, too. Things I wish I’d never got, but now I can’t get rid of them because I’m a sentimental idiot.
There’s a strange object in my room. I go to investigate it. It makes a strange sound, a beep every now and then and a buzz after that. It glows a strange, red light. I have never seen it before. I wonder how it got here, and what it is. It’s not until it’s too late I see the little countdown clock and the entire thing explodes.
the object of the game is to use sixty seconds to write about the word OBJECT. This can mean thing, or it can mean directions. this word can be used many ways and can mean many things.
Objects……what defines an object, I don’t really know its pretty much everything.
I rolled the object in my hands. It was a vermillion red with a stripe of deep blue. I was smushing it into different shapes. It was so strange. I first made a boat, I always loved boats. Then suddenly I felt a strong pull at my navel. I was falling backwards. It was never ending, I felt like I had fallen down a rabbit hole. It felt like hours before I hit the bottom. It was cold and desolate. The rocks around me felt jagged and sporadic. Carefully I stood up. In the process my dress ripped, I felt exposed. The boat was at my feet. What was happening? Suddenly the floor rocked beneath me. I stumbled and screamed, looking to the left I saw the sea. It was vibrant and full of life, the sun was setting leaving an imprint of passionate red.
I awoke with a shock. Despite feeling a small weight on my chest I stood up. The object fell. It was my ball
everything is an object. the things on your desk, the litter on the road, the people living on this world. what, you don’t think YOU’RE an object? no. you’re a living thing, with mechanisms and patterns, programmed to run new programs at different parts at your life, eventually reaching the end of your code. you are delusional if you don’t think of people as machines, objects.
I found an object and it was round and fluffy, it had a box that covered it and it also was bouncy and fun to play with, it was very exciting and interesting to okay with. It was blue and big, and it was very cool.
I don’t know what to write :((((
I loved the object. It was smiling at me. It cleaned the window while smiling at me. It loved me and I loved it. I saw sunshine and daisys. And then I ate ice cream. I love chocolate.
It was something that was like never before. It was dark, mysterious and kind of creepy. But it was where it was found that was the oddest thing about it. At the end of a deserted house, in a dark corridor was an array of rooms. The third room on the right contained a massive cupboard and in the cupboard was a small box which contained the object that no one will ever no about.It will forever be a mystery.
He slid the object over his wrists, slicing the metal into his veins. Warmth spread through his body as the blood snaked its way to the floor. Life as he knew it changed as his new addiction took over.
The object was in a jar and the jar was weird. It used to be a jam jar. The object was creepy and smiling at me.
It was something that was like never before. It was dark, mysterious and kind of creepy. But it was where it was found that was the oddest thing about it. At the end of a deserted house, in a dark corridor was an array of rooms. The third room on the right contained a massive cupboard and in the cupboard was a small box which contained the object that no one will ever no about.
One day I picked up an object. It was big, shining and really heavy. So I left it there and skipped to the park.
Objects are objective, I had an object and it broke :'(((((((
It was round. It was heavy.
The medicine ball bounced down the stairs, heading straight towards the glass cabinet at the bottom.
No! Casey thought. Her mum would kill her if anything happened to that cabinet- it was her mothers mothers.
Crash! Oh No!
The red scarf meant everything to her. She always thought that material objects like clothes, food and jewellerry were unimportant. But it was the meaning and emotions behind the scarf.
The object. It’s not big or small
You can’t walk it or crawl
It’s fluffy and cute
I like cheese.
There was an object, it was coloured and slimey, where did it come from? No one knew it was random.
I was scared of it! It moved and squeaked every 5 seconds.
Once upon a time there was a little cat called Object. Object was a very fussy cat who only at sardines and cos lettuce. Each day she had breakfast at six thirty and took part in aerobics classes at eight.
There was an object it was awesome it was round and very light and bouncy. I threw it very far and it flew in the air for ages it was exciting
It was a curious thing, full of life and darkness: agony and ecstasy. It was intertwined with a silver wire, singing with silver fire. It screamed, thrashed, laughed and died all in the same day, without being heard. It lived in a sea of blood and yet swam amongst the stars. It made love every moment, with whatever it fancied, even if it tore a little of itself out every single time.
It was a curious object, one that could only be heard in the cold silence of the night, or in a heat of passion or anger or fear. All heard is the drum song, one beating for millions of years, repeating the same thing over and over, of a human heart.
We are treated like objects and shoved aside as if we are of no thought. We are thought of having no emotions and are treated as such.
object, if you will. but that’s how he see’s you; you’re his. You fall again and again like youre stood at the top of an endless cliff. You manage to grab onto the side claw yourself back up, but you never get chance to take a breath before gravity wins.
a thing that you can use or obtain or even love it is important to you! it is important to people
and can be very important and is helpful!
Something to hold in the palms of my hand. Caress it. Crave it. Reach for it. Whatever “it” may be. Anything you desire or wish. Grab it. Hold on to it. Don’t ever let go. An object.