The printer is glowing. The printer is glowing green. The green glowing printer gleefully goes ding. The gleefully dinging green glowing printer stops glowing and begins clanging.
i like to print. printing is a lot nicer than cursive, cuz cursive can be hard to read. printing can be done with printers. i would die without my printer. have you ever had your prints taken at the police station? i have never had to do that, i hope i never have to. shoeprints are neat. i also like photo prints.
I was in the print shop when I notice the cover to my collection
was shot and ugly.
It carried no beautiful intent. It just sat there, cradled a much
more gorgeous cage, like the last person in line.
The printer is glowing. The printer glows green. The green glowing printer glows gleefully. The gleefully green glowing printer goes ding. The green, gleefully glowing, and dinging printer stops gleefully glowing green.
black & truth & white & lies
& nobody can tell the goddamn
difference; it’s all in the paper eyes,
that crumple & tear from gentle touches,
& the bleeding ink; running slow like
an avalanche w/o a purpose.
printing sara’s going to get printing right now. I’m not supposed to lock her out. I won’t but it’d be funny. I should be printing, I should be doing work but ‘m not because I can’t concentrate because I have such big decisions to make and I can’t think straight. Doing homework, doing something. Not just stumbling. But I can’t. Because I can’t think about anything about making decisions.
printing is different from cursive. i actually prefer to print rather than to write in script. i don’t like to print everything out though; you know, from a printer. i wish people still hand-wrote things like in the old times. in fact, before computers and such, printing was more old fashioned. geez, i wish i lived in old times. i really do.
i love the way the word hit s the page. like lightening print print dot the eye the eye of the storm the print in the column of the newspaper, turning my fingers balack and etching ink int o the crevices of my sould- of my print
Out of this world never to be read again. Out of print and out of mind, knowledge never to be .redeemed. Up in flames silent words never to be uttered again. A true nightmare.
He had never thought to see them in print. Min couldn’t write anyway, and not like there was anything to write on, or with. It was a good job his memory had always been so good, too good, but that was something else entirely.
Another! He would cry as soon as one had finished.
I wanted to print my Math paper today but realized my printer was out of ink. You’d think that printing words could be so much more simple in the world these days. It would be nice to go back when all the teacher asked was a paper that you printed in your own handwriting, so all you had to deal with was a pencil and a forgiving eraser.
What to write about print? Eh… Hard to pinpoint an exact thing to say about the word print except that its very obscurity is making this both an interesting piece to write about while simultaneously vexing me terribly.
one of the most important innovations of our time. Enables one to record history and produce fiction as well as news. Symbols that represent the sounds of language.
you have to print your work to turn it in. how stupid is that? they give us laptops so you think they’d let us send in our work electronically but no. They make us waste paper to get the assignment in. its stupid.
The troubles of life stem from the printer.
Paper and ink were the most efficient ways to communicate. What has the world become? People will e-mail each other missives without feeling.
Print is the source of human insanity.
Printer ink always low, more annoying than a flea on a dog, consumes so much paper and waste with every mistake. Wonder if this is what the world really wants from it’s trees, crunchy paper with the formula half printed, half faded. Probably not. Maybe we should be going digital.
Printing is a noble profession. It’s also a form of communication and a style of writing. I was taught how to print first before learning how to write in cursive form. I am now proficient in both forms. I also love to print of pictures from the internet. I like to stick them on my wall. :)
Print. I enjoy printing versus handwriting in cursive. Cursive was a total waste of time in elementary. I could have skipped grades two through five and been A-ok, as all we did was write the same words in cursive over and over and over again on that stupid greyish white, blue-lined paper. Printing on the other hand really fascinates me. I like to see what other peoples’ printing looks like. I love great penmanship. I like boys with decent, but not girly penmanship. The type with a little bit of childishness to it.
Printers never work correctly for me, on the other hand. Out of toner. Every time.
I don’t like writing stories on the computer. That constitutes printing everything out, wasting the paper, filling the printer with ink when it needs it.
I don’t like dealing with the stress.
Sometimes I think that printers are the source of human insanity,
print popping up on my screen. words you have to say that i don’t want to hear and have heard so many times i could stab you. imprint, print, tattooed, on my skin. a part of me, a chunk of something, someone going, someone gone. New words, new prints.
My dad told me about this cool new thing he was reading about that is a 3D printer that can actually build houses out of clay-like materials. They just input the design schematics and it will literally create a house before your eyes. Technology is amazing…
Calico print is pretty. Hand writing with pretty print is lovely to see. The print on the note was hard to read. It takes many people to print a newspaper. He left his foot print in the snow. The word print is used many ways. And always, but always…read the fine print before signing anything.
Oh, salty negroes, I’ve yet to type my writing! It lays there on my paper, in my humorously impeccable hand-scratch, just waiting to be lost to the series of dissapointments that comprise of time. It all must be typed, and have the ability to print!
you forget that it can’t come alive
it can’t grip you
and take you
and force you to weep
and then make sure
you wipe every speck from you thankful eyes.
but, it can.
it does.
you can listen to it.
the print.
I printed out a word that said you should be with me. I don’t know how brief it would be if it were a sentence but it went a little like “love”. What do you think that means? Should we be together? I think I love you? Maybe it’s connected to your psyche as well. Hm. Should we?
johannes gutenburg created the first printing press. printing can be done in many forms. print your name. print the page. print the newspaper. print can be pretty. print can be inky.
Print. Like a printer. Dashing off words from a processor printing them out on sheets of paper. Many sheets. Global warming. This isn’t what I intended. I didn’t mean to do any harm. I just wanted to write.
We print our words. Our thoughts. We spill everything out. We write speeches. And print them, yet no one will read them. And those who do, won’t care. They won’t listen to our thoughts. It’s simply ink we simply print, not words.
when my teacher asks me to print, my heart leaps with joy. This is simply because that my cursive SUCKS. I had always screwed up my s’s and r’s and g’s and all the funky letters. In fact printing has always been my easier form of writing that i enjoyed, also because a computer cannot write in cursive.
books, and newspapers and magazines. without it we wouldnt have proof of history and we could never permemnantly express how we truly feel about many things. love letters could never have been sent to help the motivation of soldiers
things never seem to come in print anymore. everything is on the internet. why can’t we just have a regular old newspaper or magazine these days? instead it’s all backlit screens and typography. i’m over it. technology is a plague.
I don’t know how long I have waited, in front of a printer, waiting for that warm white sheet dotted with dots and lined with lines to come out. It inspires me to think that the words I creates have some physical manifestation beyond bytes on my computer, that they can join the works of those I love and revere.
when i print out a project for school, i always have to wonder if i have ink in my printer, wether it has paper, and if i even have what i need on my flash drive. they shoudl make an app where your printer tells your phone you need paper, or some shit. especially when youre out in front of an office max.
Squinting in the darkness Jim struggled to make sense of what was before him….he took one step forward and hit his head violently.
He stared at the print on the sign again, now able to read it…
“Duck” it said.
The printer is glowing. The printer is glowing green. The green glowing printer gleefully goes ding. The gleefully dinging green glowing printer stops glowing and begins clanging.
i like to print. printing is a lot nicer than cursive, cuz cursive can be hard to read. printing can be done with printers. i would die without my printer. have you ever had your prints taken at the police station? i have never had to do that, i hope i never have to. shoeprints are neat. i also like photo prints.
I was in the print shop when I notice the cover to my collection
was shot and ugly.
It carried no beautiful intent. It just sat there, cradled a much
more gorgeous cage, like the last person in line.
It’s what you read, write, type. Not what you live, love, breathe. Just as good, but S l o w e r .
The printer is glowing. The printer glows green. The green glowing printer glows gleefully. The gleefully green glowing printer goes ding. The green, gleefully glowing, and dinging printer stops gleefully glowing green.
print
black & truth & white & lies
& nobody can tell the goddamn
difference; it’s all in the paper eyes,
that crumple & tear from gentle touches,
& the bleeding ink; running slow like
an avalanche w/o a purpose.
printing sara’s going to get printing right now. I’m not supposed to lock her out. I won’t but it’d be funny. I should be printing, I should be doing work but ‘m not because I can’t concentrate because I have such big decisions to make and I can’t think straight. Doing homework, doing something. Not just stumbling. But I can’t. Because I can’t think about anything about making decisions.
printing is different from cursive. i actually prefer to print rather than to write in script. i don’t like to print everything out though; you know, from a printer. i wish people still hand-wrote things like in the old times. in fact, before computers and such, printing was more old fashioned. geez, i wish i lived in old times. i really do.
i love the way the word hit s the page. like lightening print print dot the eye the eye of the storm the print in the column of the newspaper, turning my fingers balack and etching ink int o the crevices of my sould- of my print
Out of this world never to be read again. Out of print and out of mind, knowledge never to be .redeemed. Up in flames silent words never to be uttered again. A true nightmare.
He had never thought to see them in print. Min couldn’t write anyway, and not like there was anything to write on, or with. It was a good job his memory had always been so good, too good, but that was something else entirely.
Another! He would cry as soon as one had finished.
I wanted to print my Math paper today but realized my printer was out of ink. You’d think that printing words could be so much more simple in the world these days. It would be nice to go back when all the teacher asked was a paper that you printed in your own handwriting, so all you had to deal with was a pencil and a forgiving eraser.
I feel like if I print everything I see on the internet, I’ll be able to have tangible access to what I see. I can touch it, I can feel it, its real.
This is why older people print everything they find that’s funny.
What to write about print? Eh… Hard to pinpoint an exact thing to say about the word print except that its very obscurity is making this both an interesting piece to write about while simultaneously vexing me terribly.
one of the most important innovations of our time. Enables one to record history and produce fiction as well as news. Symbols that represent the sounds of language.
you have to print your work to turn it in. how stupid is that? they give us laptops so you think they’d let us send in our work electronically but no. They make us waste paper to get the assignment in. its stupid.
The troubles of life stem from the printer.
Paper and ink were the most efficient ways to communicate. What has the world become? People will e-mail each other missives without feeling.
Print is the source of human insanity.
Printer ink always low, more annoying than a flea on a dog, consumes so much paper and waste with every mistake. Wonder if this is what the world really wants from it’s trees, crunchy paper with the formula half printed, half faded. Probably not. Maybe we should be going digital.
Printing is a noble profession. It’s also a form of communication and a style of writing. I was taught how to print first before learning how to write in cursive form. I am now proficient in both forms. I also love to print of pictures from the internet. I like to stick them on my wall. :)
printer, paper, something to do with ink, cursive writing, pie, maths, englisgh assignments, black, white, photos, tps reports, school
Print. I enjoy printing versus handwriting in cursive. Cursive was a total waste of time in elementary. I could have skipped grades two through five and been A-ok, as all we did was write the same words in cursive over and over and over again on that stupid greyish white, blue-lined paper. Printing on the other hand really fascinates me. I like to see what other peoples’ printing looks like. I love great penmanship. I like boys with decent, but not girly penmanship. The type with a little bit of childishness to it.
Printers never work correctly for me, on the other hand. Out of toner. Every time.
I don’t like writing stories on the computer. That constitutes printing everything out, wasting the paper, filling the printer with ink when it needs it.
I don’t like dealing with the stress.
Sometimes I think that printers are the source of human insanity,
print popping up on my screen. words you have to say that i don’t want to hear and have heard so many times i could stab you. imprint, print, tattooed, on my skin. a part of me, a chunk of something, someone going, someone gone. New words, new prints.
i can have as many as i want
with the click of a button.
print scan flop repeat
print scan copy it neat
this is a day of the average joe
full of dreams and hope but can never go
here’s to him and hoping one day
he’ll get the strength to chase what he wants
grabbing his dream no matter the cost
My dad told me about this cool new thing he was reading about that is a 3D printer that can actually build houses out of clay-like materials. They just input the design schematics and it will literally create a house before your eyes. Technology is amazing…
Calico print is pretty. Hand writing with pretty print is lovely to see. The print on the note was hard to read. It takes many people to print a newspaper. He left his foot print in the snow. The word print is used many ways. And always, but always…read the fine print before signing anything.
Oh, salty negroes, I’ve yet to type my writing! It lays there on my paper, in my humorously impeccable hand-scratch, just waiting to be lost to the series of dissapointments that comprise of time. It all must be typed, and have the ability to print!
you forget that it can’t come alive
it can’t grip you
and take you
and force you to weep
and then make sure
you wipe every speck from you thankful eyes.
but, it can.
it does.
you can listen to it.
the print.
I printed out a word that said you should be with me. I don’t know how brief it would be if it were a sentence but it went a little like “love”. What do you think that means? Should we be together? I think I love you? Maybe it’s connected to your psyche as well. Hm. Should we?
johannes gutenburg created the first printing press. printing can be done in many forms. print your name. print the page. print the newspaper. print can be pretty. print can be inky.
Print. Like a printer. Dashing off words from a processor printing them out on sheets of paper. Many sheets. Global warming. This isn’t what I intended. I didn’t mean to do any harm. I just wanted to write.
We print our words. Our thoughts. We spill everything out. We write speeches. And print them, yet no one will read them. And those who do, won’t care. They won’t listen to our thoughts. It’s simply ink we simply print, not words.
when my teacher asks me to print, my heart leaps with joy. This is simply because that my cursive SUCKS. I had always screwed up my s’s and r’s and g’s and all the funky letters. In fact printing has always been my easier form of writing that i enjoyed, also because a computer cannot write in cursive.
books, and newspapers and magazines. without it we wouldnt have proof of history and we could never permemnantly express how we truly feel about many things. love letters could never have been sent to help the motivation of soldiers
things never seem to come in print anymore. everything is on the internet. why can’t we just have a regular old newspaper or magazine these days? instead it’s all backlit screens and typography. i’m over it. technology is a plague.
I don’t know how long I have waited, in front of a printer, waiting for that warm white sheet dotted with dots and lined with lines to come out. It inspires me to think that the words I creates have some physical manifestation beyond bytes on my computer, that they can join the works of those I love and revere.
when i print out a project for school, i always have to wonder if i have ink in my printer, wether it has paper, and if i even have what i need on my flash drive. they shoudl make an app where your printer tells your phone you need paper, or some shit. especially when youre out in front of an office max.
Squinting in the darkness Jim struggled to make sense of what was before him….he took one step forward and hit his head violently.
He stared at the print on the sign again, now able to read it…
“Duck” it said.