i was driving home in a desert storm. i came across a route that could’ve possible lead me to a shorter way home. i decided, “why not?” took that route that changed my lifn
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No one goes on the same route. Everyone thinks that their route will be far simpler than it actually is. Routes are big. Routes are small. Routes are definitely unexpected.
a road i once set out on
wondered where it would take me
frost took the less beaten one
and claims it made all the difference
but what was that difference?
i’ll bet he was pretty beaten up
beating an unbeaten path
well to heck with it
i’ll take the already weathered route
I was sitting there. Not sure where to go. My map had so many lines. So many places. And I had very little time. My parents just kicked me out. And I had no where to go. what route shall I take? What place will I go to ? I just want to be in a safe and warm place. A place where I can call home. Where is my route?
my route in life is still unknown after 27 years. i wish i could diverge from the monotonus route i am on now, but i don’t seem to know how to. i’ve seen others stay on course. know their route. know that it is their own and they cannot go any other way. but mine remains unknown. my route is routine.
my uncle jimmy scanned through the on demand menu, searching, trying entertain us for the holidays and for the christmas spirit, he put route 666 with loudiamond philips. merry christmas
My route to fun. I vary the way I go. I like to meander some days. Some days I like to go straight there. Sometimes I get lost. I like getting lost. Sometimes you find out that where you were trying to go was not where you needed to be. Then I can make a new route to a new fun.
roots manuva is a bloke who does singing and that the word bloke seems odd, not entirely sure where it came from, taxi drivers have a gps system sometimes but the wankers never use them, often after drinking alot I have a tendancy to be accidentally racist towards them.
“It’s closed”
“How are we supposed to get there now?”
“I don’t know. It’s never happened before.”
“Why did it.”
“Neverland only ever closes when one thing happens. You’re not a kid anymore. You HAVE to grow up.”
A route. A place to go. Where am I going, anyway? There’s no home anymore, just an abandoned desert that reaches out to the depths of the earth. Why? That’s the question.
I can’t think. I am alone. I walk along this empty interstate and think of my regrets.
The standard route was stupid. It would be clogged with people, their eyes tired. Like Route 66. The best way would be the alternate route, the road less travelled by, if you will. Take the alternate route. Go out there, get off the computer, and make a difference in the world (says the shameless hypocrite).
When I was 20, I took a motorcycle trip, I left from north east Pennsylvania and took sky line drive down through TN and on down 95 to central Florida. I lived there for a few months between camping and getting an apartment, then finally took off again, out route 10 through all the southern states then up through Nevada to Lake Tahoe.
The route I was heading down wasn’t a good path. I wasn’t steering myself through a good path in life. It was only digging myself a hole that I wouldn’t be able to climb out of..
The route you take determines the decisions you make – the fork in the road. What decisions have i made on that route that changed my life. How would my life be if I had takena different route? am I on the right route now or do I need to change routes?
like the great grey sky the route of elindor was cold. …….manamana do doo do do do manamana do do do do! l like pie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! route is a fuuuny word
Cars traveling down the highway at top speed and they are all going different places yet together at the same time almost like a song in a 32 instrument orchestra.
There are many routes to many places, but most of them lead to nowhere. I could take several routes home but all of them would lead me to the same place, isn’t that weird? On all those different routes I could see many different things and many different things could happen to me but I would always at the end of the route end at the same place.
I was going down the wrong street today and wondering about why the streets were full of snow i really couldnt think of any other route to take besides this one so i went down this one but it was difficult because i kept slipping on the ice. I took off my shoes.
I remember when I went to school in the US by a route which led me past a pond. The pond was so beautiful that I went skating on it every weekend. I fell in one weekend and had to walk home at – 30.
An adventure, a long road to somewhere that is unknown, unplanned but desired. It can take you to happiness or uplift your spirit from today’s routine.
My life needs a direct route to happiness, I need there to be a direct route to my happiness. One with signs that point the right way and tell me what to steer clear of. I really need this route because I have this haunting feeling that I’m going the complete and total wrong way.
route 66. cars whooshing by, leaving nothing but car exhaust and dust clouds in their wake. tumbleweeds trying, not succeeding, in keeping up with the cars. isolation apparent, although so many drivers passing through, forgetting the lands.
I snowshoe so route’s are often cover over waiting to be found. The best on is the one your on because you can have control over the destiny by choosing to go the right way.
I took a different way today than I have before. I found things that I never even knew existed so close to home. I finally found an escape from whatever was holding me back before.
I take the easiest route; it’s who I am. Why would I want to make things any harder than they already are? Where’s the value in being a better person or challenging yourself if no one ever seems to notice anyway? As far as John is concerned, I’m the Devil reincarnated.
Life can go either way. It all depends on the route we choose to follow. Looking back, I see the forks in my road where I made various decisions. Do I have any regrets?
a route is somewhere to go, its the word people use when they ask for directions, what route should we take? its also a song, on route 66, which for some reason i heard for the first time in the pixar movie cars. who woulda thunk it? interesting. get your kicks, on route 66!!!!
I was in route to see my mother one last time before she died. I wasn’t really paying attention to the road and didn’t see the produce truck that was careening towards me.
i want to travel. travel far. but not by bus or car or plane or train or bike. just be someplace else. meet some other people. find new things. clothes. food. change on the floor. love. find love. find peace. and then go back home
route supongo que se está refiriendo a la ruta que uno emprende para llegar allí a donode quiere. La vida es una ruta y por eso poco importa si ya nos estamos moviendo o lo haremos mañana lo importante es no parar de hacer aquello que queremos.
the route was hard, but you couldn’t think about it. if you thought about the snow, the hills, the treacherous footing – you’d stop and despair. Despair or halt aren’t options when your home is threatened. So we continued, not stopping for the weather, the terrain, or the enemy.
Route 66.
Route to nowhere.
Route your life.
Route… root…. vegetables… carrots.
i was driving home in a desert storm. i came across a route that could’ve possible lead me to a shorter way home. i decided, “why not?” took that route that changed my lifn
going places travling high school gym locker room flowers movies san fransico going to italy rome london france sweeden mail man paper boy movie theater carmike babies life path family cheese teeth
No one goes on the same route. Everyone thinks that their route will be far simpler than it actually is. Routes are big. Routes are small. Routes are definitely unexpected.
a road i once set out on
wondered where it would take me
frost took the less beaten one
and claims it made all the difference
but what was that difference?
i’ll bet he was pretty beaten up
beating an unbeaten path
well to heck with it
i’ll take the already weathered route
I’m on my route to my desires. I did make the right moves, so I’m confident that the road ahead will provide some happiness into my life.
I was sitting there. Not sure where to go. My map had so many lines. So many places. And I had very little time. My parents just kicked me out. And I had no where to go. what route shall I take? What place will I go to ? I just want to be in a safe and warm place. A place where I can call home. Where is my route?
my route in life is still unknown after 27 years. i wish i could diverge from the monotonus route i am on now, but i don’t seem to know how to. i’ve seen others stay on course. know their route. know that it is their own and they cannot go any other way. but mine remains unknown. my route is routine.
my uncle jimmy scanned through the on demand menu, searching, trying entertain us for the holidays and for the christmas spirit, he put route 666 with loudiamond philips. merry christmas
My route to fun. I vary the way I go. I like to meander some days. Some days I like to go straight there. Sometimes I get lost. I like getting lost. Sometimes you find out that where you were trying to go was not where you needed to be. Then I can make a new route to a new fun.
I’m taking a route
That you’ll never travel.
I don’t want to be held back,
And you’ll help me unravel.
So I’m cutting my feelings,
Though strong they may be,
I don’t want you being
The thoughts that are me.
roots manuva is a bloke who does singing and that the word bloke seems odd, not entirely sure where it came from, taxi drivers have a gps system sometimes but the wankers never use them, often after drinking alot I have a tendancy to be accidentally racist towards them.
“I get my kicks on Route 66,” she quoted the song as they made their way down the highway, which was, in fact, Route 9.
“It’s closed”
“How are we supposed to get there now?”
“I don’t know. It’s never happened before.”
“Why did it.”
“Neverland only ever closes when one thing happens. You’re not a kid anymore. You HAVE to grow up.”
A route. A place to go. Where am I going, anyway? There’s no home anymore, just an abandoned desert that reaches out to the depths of the earth. Why? That’s the question.
I can’t think. I am alone. I walk along this empty interstate and think of my regrets.
The standard route was stupid. It would be clogged with people, their eyes tired. Like Route 66. The best way would be the alternate route, the road less travelled by, if you will. Take the alternate route. Go out there, get off the computer, and make a difference in the world (says the shameless hypocrite).
Take the long way home. Unwind your mind, see some new sites. There is no rule saying you must take the same route everyday…
When I was 20, I took a motorcycle trip, I left from north east Pennsylvania and took sky line drive down through TN and on down 95 to central Florida. I lived there for a few months between camping and getting an apartment, then finally took off again, out route 10 through all the southern states then up through Nevada to Lake Tahoe.
The route I was heading down wasn’t a good path. I wasn’t steering myself through a good path in life. It was only digging myself a hole that I wouldn’t be able to climb out of..
The route you take determines the decisions you make – the fork in the road. What decisions have i made on that route that changed my life. How would my life be if I had takena different route? am I on the right route now or do I need to change routes?
like the great grey sky the route of elindor was cold. …….manamana do doo do do do manamana do do do do! l like pie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! route is a fuuuny word
Cars traveling down the highway at top speed and they are all going different places yet together at the same time almost like a song in a 32 instrument orchestra.
I find my route to work really easy to walk but annoying to look at. Exposed pipes left over from builders remind me that my town sucks.
There are many routes to many places, but most of them lead to nowhere. I could take several routes home but all of them would lead me to the same place, isn’t that weird? On all those different routes I could see many different things and many different things could happen to me but I would always at the end of the route end at the same place.
I was going down the wrong street today and wondering about why the streets were full of snow i really couldnt think of any other route to take besides this one so i went down this one but it was difficult because i kept slipping on the ice. I took off my shoes.
I remember when I went to school in the US by a route which led me past a pond. The pond was so beautiful that I went skating on it every weekend. I fell in one weekend and had to walk home at – 30.
An adventure, a long road to somewhere that is unknown, unplanned but desired. It can take you to happiness or uplift your spirit from today’s routine.
My life needs a direct route to happiness, I need there to be a direct route to my happiness. One with signs that point the right way and tell me what to steer clear of. I really need this route because I have this haunting feeling that I’m going the complete and total wrong way.
route 66. cars whooshing by, leaving nothing but car exhaust and dust clouds in their wake. tumbleweeds trying, not succeeding, in keeping up with the cars. isolation apparent, although so many drivers passing through, forgetting the lands.
I snowshoe so route’s are often cover over waiting to be found. The best on is the one your on because you can have control over the destiny by choosing to go the right way.
I took a different way today than I have before. I found things that I never even knew existed so close to home. I finally found an escape from whatever was holding me back before.
I take the easiest route; it’s who I am. Why would I want to make things any harder than they already are? Where’s the value in being a better person or challenging yourself if no one ever seems to notice anyway? As far as John is concerned, I’m the Devil reincarnated.
Life can go either way. It all depends on the route we choose to follow. Looking back, I see the forks in my road where I made various decisions. Do I have any regrets?
a route is somewhere to go, its the word people use when they ask for directions, what route should we take? its also a song, on route 66, which for some reason i heard for the first time in the pixar movie cars. who woulda thunk it? interesting. get your kicks, on route 66!!!!
Route = Root, not Raut, I like this word…seems like it has a lot of meanings.
root root root root.
This is a miserable oneword entry on my part, I apologize! :)
I was in route to see my mother one last time before she died. I wasn’t really paying attention to the road and didn’t see the produce truck that was careening towards me.
i want to travel. travel far. but not by bus or car or plane or train or bike. just be someplace else. meet some other people. find new things. clothes. food. change on the floor. love. find love. find peace. and then go back home
ON the route of my university…..there are many trees and parks…i love this route beacuse i feel good.the route is very important
route supongo que se está refiriendo a la ruta que uno emprende para llegar allí a donode quiere. La vida es una ruta y por eso poco importa si ya nos estamos moviendo o lo haremos mañana lo importante es no parar de hacer aquello que queremos.
the route was hard, but you couldn’t think about it. if you thought about the snow, the hills, the treacherous footing – you’d stop and despair. Despair or halt aren’t options when your home is threatened. So we continued, not stopping for the weather, the terrain, or the enemy.