I am so glad that the printing press was made, if it wasn’t, than we would be still questioning how to print something! damn, our would would suck without one.
If we could not print, we could not make letters or business transactions. EEEEEK
I hate the sound of printers. They make me think the world will someday be nothing but mechanical sounds, like printers. It probably doesn’t help that I work in a print store.
Printing is very difficult for me, I’m a designer, I know what I’m supposed to do during the design process, but as soon as I send anything off to be printed I become a nervous wreck. Did I do anything right, will the colors come out the way I want them, will the client like the printed product? Printing is so irreversible, it makes me nervous.
The minutes were passing quickly, yet we weren’t ready to commit to print the latest edition just yet. Awaiting for confirmation of the latest updates made the wait unbearable..
Sacre bleu! To print! I forget that I must print things.
All day must I print. I cannot print fast enough. For, you see, I am mearely as fast as my wiring, which does not grow younger.
C’est pas grave. Je suis fini.
the bloody printer has pked in for the fifth time this morning. God give me strenght. if it carries on like this it’s going out of the window. they said it was the best model in the store, they said it could do this, and that and a load of other crappy things I will never ever use. all i wanted was something to print our my letters, print addresses on evelopes, print photo’s so that i could cover my walls in happy memories. what do i get? paper jam Paper Jam PAPER JAM!
the little boy grasped the crayon with his stubby fingers, he looked at the lined paper and realized that he wanted to learn how to write, where to start? he must learn to print.
id print those three words over and over again and hang them on every single wall i see. I will print print print to tell the world I love you I love you I love you. the world needs to know how i feel, and im going to tell them until my hands are covered in paper cuts
many words, pages, ideas. written in the past. soon they will only be memories. nobody will remember the printed works. technology advances relentlessly.
You began as a ghost on the page. I watched the glowing hand of the timer spin by, and you stretched yourself across the page as it went. Your eyes grew darker, the lines on your face slowly filled in. My fingers splashed around in the chemicals waiting for all of you to show up. They changed their mind and reached across for the light. Almost at once, you began to blend together. I left when the last bits of you dissolved back into the paper.
Estaba impreso. Listo. Encuadernado. No lo podía creer. Mi libro. Podía avisar a todos mis contactos que ahora lo podían conseguir en las librerías, en internet, de mis manos. Y tenía miedo. ¿Cómo lo iban a encontrar? ¿Qué si alguien se reconocía?
i am really angry because for my intro to fiction writing class, we have to print 23 copies of our 10-page stories. This is going to use all of my ink and paper. It would be so much easier to just put our stories online for everyone to read them instead of being wasteful.
in the world of the computer there is no fine print,because there is no print,only data.when mutiple data merges in a certain way,there is the chance that the datum can get misconstrued or,for lack of a better word:overlooked.in both worlds this can have dangerous consequences.therefore ,when she/it went towards the body that used to be powerful girl/jessie,neither knew the danger
print reminds me of a couple things. it makes me think of terrible essays i have to print out for school. and pretty photograph prints. and hmm…well im not very good at writing these things so i guess thats it. bye.
Wouldn’t it be cool if we all had something like a Rorschach mask? One that doesn’t have a consistent print or pattern? That would be totally badass. Except, maybe there would be a lot more robberies happening….D:
i printed your name over and over on paper. And then i burned it. i need no memory of you. you printed your name over and over on my body. and then you burned it.
Print has facilitated the spread of ideas for centuries, since the development of the printing press. It has allowed the spread of religious text and the spread of ideas such as the enlightenment. Print has allowed us to spread education and educate more and more of the world.
“I think it’s time to have a look at that chart,” he said, nodding toward my pocket.
I had almost forgotten it; it seemed so long ago since I had found it. I took it out and unfolded it, surveying the print and the lines that connected the words in the manner of a flow chart.
in print are many books, manuscripts, ideas good and bad, suspense, mystery, love stories
the best book to read is the Bible—never out of date for anyone
I want to make tshirts with a screen printer and sell them out of my van. I feel that would be the best job in the world, ok maybe not. For me I think it would be, as long I was happy and didnt start selling drugs instead of tshirts but I wouldnt do that cause I’m more creative than that.
When I think of the word print I think of when I find a book and it smells so very good, like its meant just for me. I also like old books because I feel others have had them before me and so therefore I am owning a miniature piece of history. I like books. I like history. And I really like smells of books.
Poignant and well thought out.
Rodney read over the material
In great detail.
Needing to spill his intermost secrets,
Trying to explain with words the mysteries of his heart.
Letters combined to make words, given meaning by their sentences. Different for every person and every interpretation of their context, the joy in life and the mystery of the world documented and examined.
Words are so strong, yet so hard to speak. For instance, I want to say “I love you” it feels so powerful, so true. But I am far too weak to mumble such a beautiful sentence. Maybe, if I printed it out, and gave it to you, it’d be easier.
I took printing graphics this year and I learned that there is a LOT more to printing paper than I ever imagined. I really didn’t enjoy the information I learned in the class but the people in there made it a lot more bearable and I will never forget taking the class. I still can’t tell you how to make paper. Well I can, but not adequate paper… the only successful thing I did in that class was create a mini autobiography about myself.
print it out and deal with it. just let it out. let all out. you’ll feel better. don’t hold it inside. just let it go. Only then it will happen. You will happen. Don’t hide. Never hide.
Sighing in frustrating, I bang the printer hard with my fist. “C’mon,” I mutter through my teeth. “Just one more copy. One more!” The printer winds up a deep breath and then sputters out. Dead, a blank piece of paper falls out of the tray to the floor. “Crap.”
The words come reeling from the roll onto the paper, inky, real, alive. From the brain to the fingertips, from screen to the plain white sheet, here is the story, you can smell it.
Oh dear god. How do I relate print to you? I need to get you out of my system. I eat in sugar, drink in more sweet, listen to the most coma-fying songs. But I still can’t get your jammed paper out of my broken printer.
There was something beautiful in the way he printed his name. The way the lines were so straight, so even. Was he conscious of this? Did he know how beautifully he wrote? No he did not. That is what made it so lovely.
I am so glad that the printing press was made, if it wasn’t, than we would be still questioning how to print something! damn, our would would suck without one.
If we could not print, we could not make letters or business transactions. EEEEEK
I’ve had my prints taken once… but I swear I didn’t do it. I was framed I tell ya.
I hate the sound of printers. They make me think the world will someday be nothing but mechanical sounds, like printers. It probably doesn’t help that I work in a print store.
Printing is very difficult for me, I’m a designer, I know what I’m supposed to do during the design process, but as soon as I send anything off to be printed I become a nervous wreck. Did I do anything right, will the colors come out the way I want them, will the client like the printed product? Printing is so irreversible, it makes me nervous.
.icantthinkofanythingtowritesomeonepleasekillmekillmekillmeidontwanttobehereanymoremakeitallstopplease.
The minutes were passing quickly, yet we weren’t ready to commit to print the latest edition just yet. Awaiting for confirmation of the latest updates made the wait unbearable..
Sacre bleu! To print! I forget that I must print things.
All day must I print. I cannot print fast enough. For, you see, I am mearely as fast as my wiring, which does not grow younger.
C’est pas grave. Je suis fini.
the bloody printer has pked in for the fifth time this morning. God give me strenght. if it carries on like this it’s going out of the window. they said it was the best model in the store, they said it could do this, and that and a load of other crappy things I will never ever use. all i wanted was something to print our my letters, print addresses on evelopes, print photo’s so that i could cover my walls in happy memories. what do i get? paper jam Paper Jam PAPER JAM!
the easyest way of writting is in print. who can ever write cursive that just blows. wow this is lame. i need to find some other word haha
the little boy grasped the crayon with his stubby fingers, he looked at the lined paper and realized that he wanted to learn how to write, where to start? he must learn to print.
id print those three words over and over again and hang them on every single wall i see. I will print print print to tell the world I love you I love you I love you. the world needs to know how i feel, and im going to tell them until my hands are covered in paper cuts
many words, pages, ideas. written in the past. soon they will only be memories. nobody will remember the printed works. technology advances relentlessly.
You began as a ghost on the page. I watched the glowing hand of the timer spin by, and you stretched yourself across the page as it went. Your eyes grew darker, the lines on your face slowly filled in. My fingers splashed around in the chemicals waiting for all of you to show up. They changed their mind and reached across for the light. Almost at once, you began to blend together. I left when the last bits of you dissolved back into the paper.
Estaba impreso. Listo. Encuadernado. No lo podía creer. Mi libro. Podía avisar a todos mis contactos que ahora lo podían conseguir en las librerías, en internet, de mis manos. Y tenía miedo. ¿Cómo lo iban a encontrar? ¿Qué si alguien se reconocía?
i am really angry because for my intro to fiction writing class, we have to print 23 copies of our 10-page stories. This is going to use all of my ink and paper. It would be so much easier to just put our stories online for everyone to read them instead of being wasteful.
in the world of the computer there is no fine print,because there is no print,only data.when mutiple data merges in a certain way,there is the chance that the datum can get misconstrued or,for lack of a better word:overlooked.in both worlds this can have dangerous consequences.therefore ,when she/it went towards the body that used to be powerful girl/jessie,neither knew the danger
print reminds me of a couple things. it makes me think of terrible essays i have to print out for school. and pretty photograph prints. and hmm…well im not very good at writing these things so i guess thats it. bye.
Wouldn’t it be cool if we all had something like a Rorschach mask? One that doesn’t have a consistent print or pattern? That would be totally badass. Except, maybe there would be a lot more robberies happening….D:
i printed your name over and over on paper. And then i burned it. i need no memory of you. you printed your name over and over on my body. and then you burned it.
Print has facilitated the spread of ideas for centuries, since the development of the printing press. It has allowed the spread of religious text and the spread of ideas such as the enlightenment. Print has allowed us to spread education and educate more and more of the world.
“I think it’s time to have a look at that chart,” he said, nodding toward my pocket.
I had almost forgotten it; it seemed so long ago since I had found it. I took it out and unfolded it, surveying the print and the lines that connected the words in the manner of a flow chart.
in print are many books, manuscripts, ideas good and bad, suspense, mystery, love stories
the best book to read is the Bible—never out of date for anyone
I want to make tshirts with a screen printer and sell them out of my van. I feel that would be the best job in the world, ok maybe not. For me I think it would be, as long I was happy and didnt start selling drugs instead of tshirts but I wouldnt do that cause I’m more creative than that.
print your name on my heart, paint your dreams on my arm, tattoo your love to my mind and I’ll never forget you.
When I think of the word print I think of when I find a book and it smells so very good, like its meant just for me. I also like old books because I feel others have had them before me and so therefore I am owning a miniature piece of history. I like books. I like history. And I really like smells of books.
Poignant and well thought out.
Rodney read over the material
In great detail.
Needing to spill his intermost secrets,
Trying to explain with words the mysteries of his heart.
Letters combined to make words, given meaning by their sentences. Different for every person and every interpretation of their context, the joy in life and the mystery of the world documented and examined.
We write with our fingers tracing each other.
Only we can feel the ink.
Hmmm, modern days bring modern things. Let’s print this one out!
Words are so strong, yet so hard to speak. For instance, I want to say “I love you” it feels so powerful, so true. But I am far too weak to mumble such a beautiful sentence. Maybe, if I printed it out, and gave it to you, it’d be easier.
peace just love that. peace and peace with meditation. i hope never last. peace for all
Print it on the skin, your miseries will tumble through all of the idiotic troubles of life.
I took printing graphics this year and I learned that there is a LOT more to printing paper than I ever imagined. I really didn’t enjoy the information I learned in the class but the people in there made it a lot more bearable and I will never forget taking the class. I still can’t tell you how to make paper. Well I can, but not adequate paper… the only successful thing I did in that class was create a mini autobiography about myself.
print it out and deal with it. just let it out. let all out. you’ll feel better. don’t hold it inside. just let it go. Only then it will happen. You will happen. Don’t hide. Never hide.
The typewriter clicked. Small black letters appeared across the page, filling up the blank whiteness with small, purposeful marks.
Sighing in frustrating, I bang the printer hard with my fist. “C’mon,” I mutter through my teeth. “Just one more copy. One more!” The printer winds up a deep breath and then sputters out. Dead, a blank piece of paper falls out of the tray to the floor. “Crap.”
The words come reeling from the roll onto the paper, inky, real, alive. From the brain to the fingertips, from screen to the plain white sheet, here is the story, you can smell it.
I saw your name in lights
I wrote it next to mine
and fantasized about our time
hoping one day to see my last after your first
Oh dear god. How do I relate print to you? I need to get you out of my system. I eat in sugar, drink in more sweet, listen to the most coma-fying songs. But I still can’t get your jammed paper out of my broken printer.
There was something beautiful in the way he printed his name. The way the lines were so straight, so even. Was he conscious of this? Did he know how beautifully he wrote? No he did not. That is what made it so lovely.