A seat. That was all Benjamin wanted when he walked into the doctor’s office. He hadn’t slept in what felt like 2 weeks. He had begged the receptionist to squeeze him into the doctor’s schedule around lunchtime, and she had begrudgingly agreed.
Flying by the seat of her pants … she flew down the driveway, practically backing into the mailbox and the garbage cans on the corner by the seat. She was late, and it was her first day on the job.
I sat down, waiting patiently for him to arrive. He was late, I could tell without so much as a look on my watch. Why would I be surprised? after all, it was almost what I liked so much about him. Unfortunately. God, I needed some help.
I sit on my chair bed desk couch floor and it’s hard soft comfy whatever and she’s not here and nothing’s going to change the fact that the seat next to me is empty because it will always be empty because that’s just how it goes. My bed is comfy and warm and I love it but I love it more when she’s here and she’s not.
Take a seat and let’s go someplace. What more can be said than the tank is full, windows down, and I’m behind the wheel waiting outside your house. Let’s catch the last of this heat before the frost.
Sitting on a seat takes a load of your feet. Pregnant women make good use of seats some might give up their seats for them. seats give you a chance to stop thinking abotu walking and start thinking and let you relax and
He turned at the sound of his darling wife setting down a tray of tea and biscuits. He pressed a kiss to her lips then took his seat at the aged desk. Once again putting pen to paper, he continued his memoirs. “Seven weeks sailing and they happened in darkness on our exact position…”
All i want to know is why my ass starts to go numb after sitting for like 30 minutes. It makes no sense right? I mean, humans were obviously meant to sit down, otherwise it wouldn’t feel so awesome. movies, for christ sake, are shitty because i cant sit.
I took a seat on the bus, right next to the old woman that was always there, who smelled of cats and mothballs and who always had with her a gallon of butter milk. She smiled at me, and for a moment I pretended that she was the grandmother I never had.
I am sitting in a seat in the library doing god awful computer applications homework. my favorite kind of seat is the one that is not too soft not too firm but lends back support for reading. I have a great reading seat in my room back at home. I wish i were there now. Not here in this wooden seat. Working.
She took her seat next to me and my heart began to race. In her elegance and loveliness, I doubt she’d ever notice the likes of me. Still, it was so exciting just having her near.
The seat was still warm from her presence. The lingering of her perfume in the air around him. He sat back and inhaled deeply longing for her to be there.
I sat down in the seat next to the woman with the white hair. She smiled at me and asked me if I had change for a twenty. When I shook my head No, she smiled larger and said, “It’s all right. I didn’t think you did. But it never hurts to ask.” She then proceeded to tell me that she had gone a lifetime without ever asking anyone if they had change for a twenty. I thought this was funny, but said nothing.
He fastened his seatbelt, confident in his ability to maneuver the car skillfully and carefully through the upcoming obstacle course. He had no reason to be concerned. He could do this. He could pass his drivers test.
Sitting on my seat at the top of the world, I am beckoned by the opulent man and his array of followers. They are glassy eyed and stand erect. I am slumped and alert.
“Do you bring us soup?” they ask.
To be certain, my ladles are full of soup. Yet my only response is to sit up, fling my hair back, and bellow: “I BRING ONLY WATER!”
I took a seat at the back of the buss. Gloss plastic chairs, the color of rust. Gum stuck to the bottom, random black marks accenting everywhere. We stare at eachother, or at our ghosts reflected in the windows.
Aeroplane seats. Waiting seats. Lying on the dentist’s seats. Sitting on your knee. Lying on your knee, my head, staring up into your eyes. Seeing you waiting there. For me. Sitting and waiting. For me. Me.
the seat is cold when she sits in it. her body shivers around the chair.
the lady was mean to her, stern, when she told her “take a seat. they’ll be with you soon.”
who will be with her? she does not know.
I shook myself awake from my place on my window seat. Not really the most comfortable place to sleep. It had started to snow and the whole yard had been turned into a winter wonderland.
Take a seat. Anywhere you would like. Get ready for the journey to the unknown. You will not be able to change seats until we arrive at the destination. Sit back, relax, and enjoy traveling to the future.
She took the seat closest to the door, for easy access. She didn’t want to be here, and she was going to be the first to leave. But then, she noticed the boy next to her; the one with the blue eyes and the bright red jacket. Maybe, just maybe, this really WAS the best seat.
i sat on you, and i know you liked it. you’re not the first, that’s why i know. mmmm, i mustve sat down right after someone else, because you’re warm and cozy and my tush is liking it. thanks seat.
A seat. That was all Benjamin wanted when he walked into the doctor’s office. He hadn’t slept in what felt like 2 weeks. He had begged the receptionist to squeeze him into the doctor’s schedule around lunchtime, and she had begrudgingly agreed.
sitting, studying, working, meeting, going to somewhere. maybe in istanbul i go to visit somebody. is that enough?
Flying by the seat of her pants … she flew down the driveway, practically backing into the mailbox and the garbage cans on the corner by the seat. She was late, and it was her first day on the job.
I sat down, waiting patiently for him to arrive. He was late, I could tell without so much as a look on my watch. Why would I be surprised? after all, it was almost what I liked so much about him. Unfortunately. God, I needed some help.
I sit on my chair bed desk couch floor and it’s hard soft comfy whatever and she’s not here and nothing’s going to change the fact that the seat next to me is empty because it will always be empty because that’s just how it goes. My bed is comfy and warm and I love it but I love it more when she’s here and she’s not.
Bottom. Butt. behind. Break. Rest. Relaxxx. Chillllllll
Take a seat and let’s go someplace. What more can be said than the tank is full, windows down, and I’m behind the wheel waiting outside your house. Let’s catch the last of this heat before the frost.
Sitting on a seat takes a load of your feet. Pregnant women make good use of seats some might give up their seats for them. seats give you a chance to stop thinking abotu walking and start thinking and let you relax and
He turned at the sound of his darling wife setting down a tray of tea and biscuits. He pressed a kiss to her lips then took his seat at the aged desk. Once again putting pen to paper, he continued his memoirs. “Seven weeks sailing and they happened in darkness on our exact position…”
All i want to know is why my ass starts to go numb after sitting for like 30 minutes. It makes no sense right? I mean, humans were obviously meant to sit down, otherwise it wouldn’t feel so awesome. movies, for christ sake, are shitty because i cant sit.
I took a seat on the bus, right next to the old woman that was always there, who smelled of cats and mothballs and who always had with her a gallon of butter milk. She smiled at me, and for a moment I pretended that she was the grandmother I never had.
The seat is breaking down. I’m too fat. My mother said I had to use it, but I’m to obese. Really, can’t they help me? I’m scared. Just scared.
lounge chair le corbusier.
bublle chair.
taking rest.
car.
high heels.
enjoy.
I am sitting in a seat in the library doing god awful computer applications homework. my favorite kind of seat is the one that is not too soft not too firm but lends back support for reading. I have a great reading seat in my room back at home. I wish i were there now. Not here in this wooden seat. Working.
She took her seat next to me and my heart began to race. In her elegance and loveliness, I doubt she’d ever notice the likes of me. Still, it was so exciting just having her near.
The seat was still warm from her presence. The lingering of her perfume in the air around him. He sat back and inhaled deeply longing for her to be there.
seat. I spend most of my day sitting. Sitting in my bed, sitting at my desk, sitting in a classroom, sitting as a drive my car.
I sat down in the seat next to the woman with the white hair. She smiled at me and asked me if I had change for a twenty. When I shook my head No, she smiled larger and said, “It’s all right. I didn’t think you did. But it never hurts to ask.” She then proceeded to tell me that she had gone a lifetime without ever asking anyone if they had change for a twenty. I thought this was funny, but said nothing.
let me see your legs, long and skinny, curved and white.
let me see your hand run up around your knee.
let me be with you in this dance
He fastened his seatbelt, confident in his ability to maneuver the car skillfully and carefully through the upcoming obstacle course. He had no reason to be concerned. He could do this. He could pass his drivers test.
She sat down heavily in the seat. He should have warned her.
“Oh.” she said.
“I’m sorry.” As if that would make any difference.
Lap, a soft lap for my baby is all she needs, why worry about the other seats in life that are too hard, too soft, and too far away.
Sitting on my seat at the top of the world, I am beckoned by the opulent man and his array of followers. They are glassy eyed and stand erect. I am slumped and alert.
“Do you bring us soup?” they ask.
To be certain, my ladles are full of soup. Yet my only response is to sit up, fling my hair back, and bellow: “I BRING ONLY WATER!”
it
“Take a seat” He said, slipping his hand over her bare shoulder and applying enough pressure to explain how serious he was. “This won’t hurt.”
That’s what they all say when you have your first trip to the dentist.
I took a seat at the back of the buss. Gloss plastic chairs, the color of rust. Gum stuck to the bottom, random black marks accenting everywhere. We stare at eachother, or at our ghosts reflected in the windows.
I remember sitting on an airplane. The guy in the next seat didn’t move anymore. he died. nobody said anything. They moved him
Aeroplane seats. Waiting seats. Lying on the dentist’s seats. Sitting on your knee. Lying on your knee, my head, staring up into your eyes. Seeing you waiting there. For me. Sitting and waiting. For me. Me.
be gone
she left the seat
ran and ran
left the shoelaces untied
she stopped short
when she couldn’t go anymore
and collapsed to the ground
the seat is cold when she sits in it. her body shivers around the chair.
the lady was mean to her, stern, when she told her “take a seat. they’ll be with you soon.”
who will be with her? she does not know.
Seats of power
are generally filled
by pompous asses
They consume all
until their chairs
creak under their weight
I shook myself awake from my place on my window seat. Not really the most comfortable place to sleep. It had started to snow and the whole yard had been turned into a winter wonderland.
Take a seat. Anywhere you would like. Get ready for the journey to the unknown. You will not be able to change seats until we arrive at the destination. Sit back, relax, and enjoy traveling to the future.
sitting down somewhere
being in the classroom
being at the movies
having a date
getting in trouble
She took the seat closest to the door, for easy access. She didn’t want to be here, and she was going to be the first to leave. But then, she noticed the boy next to her; the one with the blue eyes and the bright red jacket. Maybe, just maybe, this really WAS the best seat.
Have a seat, Bill.
Is this bad news?
No, but you look tired. You, uh, need a rest.
Thanks Chuck. I love this chair. Even if it is made out of baby bones.
My god this seat is uncomfortable. So much so I’m going to sit on the floor. I mean, it looks nice, but that is pure deceit.
i sat on you, and i know you liked it. you’re not the first, that’s why i know. mmmm, i mustve sat down right after someone else, because you’re warm and cozy and my tush is liking it. thanks seat.
This eat is surprisingly uncomfortable. At face value you might think, yeah, that looks like a really nice chair, but no, it’s not.
I would really like to give it to her in the seat.
Badly.
But she’s just not into it. Just the straight stuff. Lie down, just do it, hurry up, the kids are gonna wake up.
But the seat…
Man, that’d be great.