so i was stalled at the cashier; it was starting to annoy me and pretty obvious the woman was flirting with me. i didn’t want to be rude and tell her that i had a job interview waiting for me, but i was reaching my limits. the not-so-subtle hints about coffee and not having a boyfriend were beyond irritating–not to mention she wasn’t particularly attractive.
She stalled at the corner making faces in her hand mirror before school because Ricky was gonna be in bio ricky with the the gel and the mousse sticking up like a rosebush
My thoughts screeched to a halt. The epiphany was the end. When I realized it all, time and motion and all of existence stalled. I never understood the world or life or love of what any of it meant. I didn’t want to write a love story, but I didn’t want to lie about the importance and relevance of the love I had for people. My life was centered around me, every time it would start becoming about someone else was when i lost myself and those were the doldrums, the droughts, and the floods of frustration. But now out of them with a clear view looking in, those are the times I give my past self a candy bar and a pat on the back because I got through every ‘fuck you’ the world shot at me without killing myself. I still owe it to him, but the oddest thing about loving him was that I never wanted to touch him. With every crush, every love interest I’ve ever had I’ve always wanted the warmth of their body around me and the touch of them on me and I would daydream about it constantly. But with him, I never noticed until now that I never had an urge to touch him and I was mentally incapable of imagining any situation where he loved me. That sounds sad, but I’m not sad. I love him. I love you. I love his soul and everything within his piercing eyes and to a degree where there was no physical interest because in this day and age that physicality has been ruined and plagued and poisoned with self-interest and insincerity. I didn’t want his body, i wanted his soul and his heart but it wasn’t up for auction and was he wasn’t bidding for mine. I dont care, none the less. I know I love him because I don’t care about mutual feelings or having him as mine physically and mentally. I’m in love with him because he doesn’t love me and im in love with him because he loves himself and that he speaks his mind and there are no things getting in the way of his thoughts but also because of his ignorance and because he listens to what i care about and because he doesnt love me and i dont care. I love him because he makes me better, even if I never see him again, he makes me better. He makes life easier. He makes hope brighter. He makes me love him.
My thoughts screeched to a halt. The epiphany was the end. When I realized it all, time and motion and all of existence stalled. I never understood the world or life or love of what any of it meant. I didn’t want to write a love story, but I didn’t want to lie about the importance and relevance of the love I had for people. My life was centered around me, every time it would start becoming about someone else was when i lost myself and those were the doldrums, the droughts, and the floods of frustration. But now out of them with a clear view looking in, those are the times I give my past self a candy bar and a pat on the back because I got through every ‘fuck you’ the world shot at me without killing myself. I still owe it to him, but the oddest thing about loving him was that I never wanted to touch him. With every crush, every love interest I’ve ever had I’ve always wanted the warmth of their body around me and the touch of them on me and I would daydream about it constantly. But with him, I never noticed until now that I never had an urge to touch him and I was mentally incapable of imagining any situation where he loved me. That sounds sad, but I’m not sad. I love him. I love you. I love his soul and everything within his piercing eyes and to a degree where there was no physical interest because in this day and age that physicality has been ruined and plagued and poisoned with self-interest and insincerity. I didn’t want his body, i wanted his soul and his heart but it wasn’t up for auction and was he wasn’t bidding for mine. I dont care, none the less. I know I love him because I don’t care about mutual feelings or having him as mine physically and mentally. I’m in love with him because he doesn’t love me and im in love with him because he loves himself and that he speaks his mind and there are no things getting in the way of his thoughts but also because of his ignorance and because he listens to what i care about and because he doesnt love me and i dont care. I love him because he makes me better, even if I never see him again, he makes me better. He makes like easier. He makes hope brighter. He makes me love him.
I stood there, my mind completely stalled, my jaw hanging loose. I managed to close it before I started to drool. I’d never seen such a beautiful sushi bar in my entire life and since I hadn’t eaten in 72 hours or more, I nearly wept with joy.
My love life has stalled, its broken and needs repair. maybe i should have took it in for that annual check up but from the neck up it seemed okay. but below the lining hearts were pieing but was that enough? the call is tough.
The time machine stalled in 1873 again. I don’t know why but that is a very stick year in the time stream of the universe. I wish we could stall in the Jurassic period or something a little more exciting. Not much happened in the 1870’s except the bustle disappearing from fashion for a while. Big woop.
“Todd, I won’t ask you again. Where is Jim?”.
Todd grimaced. His father was more than angry, and to be honest, he deserved an answer, since both Todd and Jim worked with him, and Jim had yet to show up. Trouble was, it was an answer Todd couldn’t absolutely give.
Oh, he knew where his brother was, no doubt. But he had assured Jim he would keep the secret, so he simply couldn’t tell.
“Todd.” The older man was definetely losing his patience.
“Listen, dad, he probably will be back soon,” Todd stalled. “Why don’t we go ahead and start working without him?”
But his father wasn’t a man who liked being stalled.
“I didn’t ask you when he will be back,” he angrily retorted. “I want to know where he is, and I want it now!”
Todd sighed. Why did they always have to involve him, well, it was a mystery. He more than often found himself caught between a rock and a very hard place, torn between the respect for his father and the deep bound that tied him and Jim.
The sudden noise of a car in their driveway luckily spared him the trouble to choose sides. Jim was back.
Stall. How am I supposed to stall this man? He literally cannot be stalled. I swear, he has eyes on the back of his head, and probably some on the bottoms of his feet. He can see, hear, and smell everything; it’s almost like he’s not even human. Even so, I walk up to him and do my best to at least /try/ and stall him so my friends can get through.
It was totally and completely BOGUS. I mean, who rented out a car that would get about 300 miles down the road only to stall out? Not run out of gas– and, thankfully, not burst into flames. (It could always be worse.) But weren’t there supposed to be checks against this sort of thing? What kind of vacation started like this?
How does one get stalled? Do people all feel the same? Or does each individual have a different stalled feeling that is unique to them? How do people get stalled? I have no idea. But I do know that everyone has a specific feeling of being stalled and you know when you are being stalled.
I was completely stalled in my life. My car was stalled, my blender stopped blending, my toaster … oh I guess toasters don’t exactly stall, but I like toast so much and that wasn’t working, either.
But I had to do something, with no toast and no car I was up a creek without a piece of bread, so to speak.
stranded on the side of the road, cursing everything that brought me here. why here? why now?
i kick the tires, knowing how useless it is. why did i never take the time to even look at a car engine, to learn anything about these machines we rely on so much?
i stalled when i noticed that i had forgotten what i came for. hate it when that happens. i find myself busying with nothing that aids to my mission til what i initially came for occurs to me again. sometimes if never does. i am then forced to backtrack and reanalyze–often leaving the analysis embarking on an entirely new mission.
Stuck. I’m stuck in a place of routined days and I can’t get out. I’m stuck here, please, please, help me out. Help me out of the grey, dull skies and the insulation beneath the dim walls and the linear paneling. Please get me out. Take me somewhere beautiful. Take me somewhere i’ve never been.
It’s a darkness, death
And so I stall
As the tendrils circle
I hiss in pain
I stall, and I stall
as the blackness reaches up
ready to swallow me
ready to kill me.
She stood the train stop, waiting for the man who was supposed to bring her the package. Little did she know, as she sat there nervously patting down her floral dress, that the man was fighting a band of bad guys for his life and the suitcase.
Someone else had started using her name to post writings. It bothered her but she managed to stall the emotion enough to decide that that was petty, and whoever else was using her first name and initial was not nearly as good a writer a she was, and it was all that mattered.
She hesitated before she entered the room. All fifteen sorority sisters sat in a half circle along the side of the room and a single chair in the middle stood waiting for her. Suddenly she realized this was the last thing she wanted to do, but now she felt like she had no real choice.
at a crossroads, wide sky ahead
like an endless glass case filled
with clouds. running on empty
until the machinery fails me
and i’m left with nothing,
coasting.
I pace, back and ahead. Desperately scrutinizing my watch, clinging to any miniture implication of change. It’s ten past, but only a lifetime’s length from eternity. The textures of the puzzle pieces that make up these tunnel fade to hollowness and antiquity. I wait for the subway and the rings and my way to you.
Her glasses rested on the edge of her nose, she focused on the screen in front of her. The lane of traffick that passed by the piazza drummed in her ears. Then a car stalled a few feet from her table.
I stalled for a moment. What was I to do? I knew the answer, but could not figure out how to give it. It would be way to complicated and George would never understand my reasoning. I felt terrible. Could I lie? If I stalled any longer, it would certainly look that way.
When the plane went up, it accelerated too fast. It was too late. as the air circulated behind the wing, the plane stalled and started too fall. Everyone screamed.
here i am. moving, loving, leaving things behind. bolting into a new reality a new life a new love for all that surrounds me. i look forward and i hope. above all, i hope for any and everything that lies ahead of me. so so much lies ahead of me.
right now i am anything but stalled.
Systems are failing
The wires are misfiring
I’m sorry captain, but I’m giving her all she’s got
The motivation has taken a severe hit
Recovery outlook does not look positive
This physical aspect is down
This homosapien is stalled.
The brain stems have failed
The nerves are misfiring
I’m sorry captain, I’m giving her all she’s got
The motivation has taken a severe hit
And recovery doesn’t look hopeful
The physical aspect of this homosapien has failed
This life is stalled
my car stalled in the middle of the road. it was the most annoying and embarrassing thing to have happened to me, considering I was on my first date with the girl I have been infatuated with for over 5 years. what a thing to happen.
the engine stalled at the perfect moment,
just as you pulled me over to the wheel for a kiss.
it was safe enough,
stalling might have saved both of us that day.
stalled in the road, she grabbed her dog and ran
waiting for the right moment to leap below to the slow moving barge
stalling was the last thing she expected, but the urgent longing to move on grasped her soul
so i was stalled at the cashier; it was starting to annoy me and pretty obvious the woman was flirting with me. i didn’t want to be rude and tell her that i had a job interview waiting for me, but i was reaching my limits. the not-so-subtle hints about coffee and not having a boyfriend were beyond irritating–not to mention she wasn’t particularly attractive.
She stalled at the corner making faces in her hand mirror before school because Ricky was gonna be in bio ricky with the the gel and the mousse sticking up like a rosebush
My thoughts screeched to a halt. The epiphany was the end. When I realized it all, time and motion and all of existence stalled. I never understood the world or life or love of what any of it meant. I didn’t want to write a love story, but I didn’t want to lie about the importance and relevance of the love I had for people. My life was centered around me, every time it would start becoming about someone else was when i lost myself and those were the doldrums, the droughts, and the floods of frustration. But now out of them with a clear view looking in, those are the times I give my past self a candy bar and a pat on the back because I got through every ‘fuck you’ the world shot at me without killing myself. I still owe it to him, but the oddest thing about loving him was that I never wanted to touch him. With every crush, every love interest I’ve ever had I’ve always wanted the warmth of their body around me and the touch of them on me and I would daydream about it constantly. But with him, I never noticed until now that I never had an urge to touch him and I was mentally incapable of imagining any situation where he loved me. That sounds sad, but I’m not sad. I love him. I love you. I love his soul and everything within his piercing eyes and to a degree where there was no physical interest because in this day and age that physicality has been ruined and plagued and poisoned with self-interest and insincerity. I didn’t want his body, i wanted his soul and his heart but it wasn’t up for auction and was he wasn’t bidding for mine. I dont care, none the less. I know I love him because I don’t care about mutual feelings or having him as mine physically and mentally. I’m in love with him because he doesn’t love me and im in love with him because he loves himself and that he speaks his mind and there are no things getting in the way of his thoughts but also because of his ignorance and because he listens to what i care about and because he doesnt love me and i dont care. I love him because he makes me better, even if I never see him again, he makes me better. He makes life easier. He makes hope brighter. He makes me love him.
My thoughts screeched to a halt. The epiphany was the end. When I realized it all, time and motion and all of existence stalled. I never understood the world or life or love of what any of it meant. I didn’t want to write a love story, but I didn’t want to lie about the importance and relevance of the love I had for people. My life was centered around me, every time it would start becoming about someone else was when i lost myself and those were the doldrums, the droughts, and the floods of frustration. But now out of them with a clear view looking in, those are the times I give my past self a candy bar and a pat on the back because I got through every ‘fuck you’ the world shot at me without killing myself. I still owe it to him, but the oddest thing about loving him was that I never wanted to touch him. With every crush, every love interest I’ve ever had I’ve always wanted the warmth of their body around me and the touch of them on me and I would daydream about it constantly. But with him, I never noticed until now that I never had an urge to touch him and I was mentally incapable of imagining any situation where he loved me. That sounds sad, but I’m not sad. I love him. I love you. I love his soul and everything within his piercing eyes and to a degree where there was no physical interest because in this day and age that physicality has been ruined and plagued and poisoned with self-interest and insincerity. I didn’t want his body, i wanted his soul and his heart but it wasn’t up for auction and was he wasn’t bidding for mine. I dont care, none the less. I know I love him because I don’t care about mutual feelings or having him as mine physically and mentally. I’m in love with him because he doesn’t love me and im in love with him because he loves himself and that he speaks his mind and there are no things getting in the way of his thoughts but also because of his ignorance and because he listens to what i care about and because he doesnt love me and i dont care. I love him because he makes me better, even if I never see him again, he makes me better. He makes like easier. He makes hope brighter. He makes me love him.
I just lost ten seconds since I stalled entering my first one word on my iPad. I’m scared I’m challenged and I need to move on. Bye
I stood there, my mind completely stalled, my jaw hanging loose. I managed to close it before I started to drool. I’d never seen such a beautiful sushi bar in my entire life and since I hadn’t eaten in 72 hours or more, I nearly wept with joy.
My love life has stalled, its broken and needs repair. maybe i should have took it in for that annual check up but from the neck up it seemed okay. but below the lining hearts were pieing but was that enough? the call is tough.
Waiting for something to appear forced or self inflicted.
In place for a moment or more.
The time machine stalled in 1873 again. I don’t know why but that is a very stick year in the time stream of the universe. I wish we could stall in the Jurassic period or something a little more exciting. Not much happened in the 1870’s except the bustle disappearing from fashion for a while. Big woop.
“Todd, I won’t ask you again. Where is Jim?”.
Todd grimaced. His father was more than angry, and to be honest, he deserved an answer, since both Todd and Jim worked with him, and Jim had yet to show up. Trouble was, it was an answer Todd couldn’t absolutely give.
Oh, he knew where his brother was, no doubt. But he had assured Jim he would keep the secret, so he simply couldn’t tell.
“Todd.” The older man was definetely losing his patience.
“Listen, dad, he probably will be back soon,” Todd stalled. “Why don’t we go ahead and start working without him?”
But his father wasn’t a man who liked being stalled.
“I didn’t ask you when he will be back,” he angrily retorted. “I want to know where he is, and I want it now!”
Todd sighed. Why did they always have to involve him, well, it was a mystery. He more than often found himself caught between a rock and a very hard place, torn between the respect for his father and the deep bound that tied him and Jim.
The sudden noise of a car in their driveway luckily spared him the trouble to choose sides. Jim was back.
Stall. How am I supposed to stall this man? He literally cannot be stalled. I swear, he has eyes on the back of his head, and probably some on the bottoms of his feet. He can see, hear, and smell everything; it’s almost like he’s not even human. Even so, I walk up to him and do my best to at least /try/ and stall him so my friends can get through.
It was totally and completely BOGUS. I mean, who rented out a car that would get about 300 miles down the road only to stall out? Not run out of gas– and, thankfully, not burst into flames. (It could always be worse.) But weren’t there supposed to be checks against this sort of thing? What kind of vacation started like this?
Bogus ones, that’s what.
If Software implementation is Iterative model, then the criteria should be such that the implementation should not be stalled on certain iteration…
How does one get stalled? Do people all feel the same? Or does each individual have a different stalled feeling that is unique to them? How do people get stalled? I have no idea. But I do know that everyone has a specific feeling of being stalled and you know when you are being stalled.
I was completely stalled in my life. My car was stalled, my blender stopped blending, my toaster … oh I guess toasters don’t exactly stall, but I like toast so much and that wasn’t working, either.
But I had to do something, with no toast and no car I was up a creek without a piece of bread, so to speak.
stranded on the side of the road, cursing everything that brought me here. why here? why now?
i kick the tires, knowing how useless it is. why did i never take the time to even look at a car engine, to learn anything about these machines we rely on so much?
i stalled when i noticed that i had forgotten what i came for. hate it when that happens. i find myself busying with nothing that aids to my mission til what i initially came for occurs to me again. sometimes if never does. i am then forced to backtrack and reanalyze–often leaving the analysis embarking on an entirely new mission.
he stalled the inevitable
all of us do
daily
younger and older than we’ve ever been
right now
is all we have
all there ever is
he held highly
onto the
meager mortality of
men
Stuck. I’m stuck in a place of routined days and I can’t get out. I’m stuck here, please, please, help me out. Help me out of the grey, dull skies and the insulation beneath the dim walls and the linear paneling. Please get me out. Take me somewhere beautiful. Take me somewhere i’ve never been.
It’s a darkness, death
And so I stall
As the tendrils circle
I hiss in pain
I stall, and I stall
as the blackness reaches up
ready to swallow me
ready to kill me.
You stop me, keep on blabbering
I always want to go forward
You hold me back as you chatter chatter chatter
I can’t concentrate
Let me continue
She stood the train stop, waiting for the man who was supposed to bring her the package. Little did she know, as she sat there nervously patting down her floral dress, that the man was fighting a band of bad guys for his life and the suitcase.
Someone else had started using her name to post writings. It bothered her but she managed to stall the emotion enough to decide that that was petty, and whoever else was using her first name and initial was not nearly as good a writer a she was, and it was all that mattered.
She hesitated before she entered the room. All fifteen sorority sisters sat in a half circle along the side of the room and a single chair in the middle stood waiting for her. Suddenly she realized this was the last thing she wanted to do, but now she felt like she had no real choice.
I have no idea what this word is. I guess it’s a verb, but the meaning of it is unknown for me. i guess it’s a positive word, not that negative one.
astronomy is my interest .
at a crossroads, wide sky ahead
like an endless glass case filled
with clouds. running on empty
until the machinery fails me
and i’m left with nothing,
coasting.
Progress is stalled.
Why can’t I turn this wheel and get past this time.
Why is this like groundhog day, the same thing over and over.
Progress is stalled.
We must unstall it now.
I pace, back and ahead. Desperately scrutinizing my watch, clinging to any miniture implication of change. It’s ten past, but only a lifetime’s length from eternity. The textures of the puzzle pieces that make up these tunnel fade to hollowness and antiquity. I wait for the subway and the rings and my way to you.
Her glasses rested on the edge of her nose, she focused on the screen in front of her. The lane of traffick that passed by the piazza drummed in her ears. Then a car stalled a few feet from her table.
I stalled for a moment. What was I to do? I knew the answer, but could not figure out how to give it. It would be way to complicated and George would never understand my reasoning. I felt terrible. Could I lie? If I stalled any longer, it would certainly look that way.
When the plane went up, it accelerated too fast. It was too late. as the air circulated behind the wing, the plane stalled and started too fall. Everyone screamed.
here i am. moving, loving, leaving things behind. bolting into a new reality a new life a new love for all that surrounds me. i look forward and i hope. above all, i hope for any and everything that lies ahead of me. so so much lies ahead of me.
right now i am anything but stalled.
Systems are failing
The wires are misfiring
I’m sorry captain, but I’m giving her all she’s got
The motivation has taken a severe hit
Recovery outlook does not look positive
This physical aspect is down
This homosapien is stalled.
Never able to go anywhere, only stopped to think about everything. Nothing more, nothing less just stay there and think. Stalled.
The brain stems have failed
The nerves are misfiring
I’m sorry captain, I’m giving her all she’s got
The motivation has taken a severe hit
And recovery doesn’t look hopeful
The physical aspect of this homosapien has failed
This life is stalled
my car stalled in the middle of the road. it was the most annoying and embarrassing thing to have happened to me, considering I was on my first date with the girl I have been infatuated with for over 5 years. what a thing to happen.
the engine stalled at the perfect moment,
just as you pulled me over to the wheel for a kiss.
it was safe enough,
stalling might have saved both of us that day.
stalled in the road, she grabbed her dog and ran
waiting for the right moment to leap below to the slow moving barge
stalling was the last thing she expected, but the urgent longing to move on grasped her soul
there is a truck parked on the side of the road
not far from the old farmhouse
where we used to meet
its tires are slashed and
its bright paint is
peeling, rust creeping up its sides.
it’s like its waiting for something, or
someone,
patient through the rain and the snow,
but no one ever comes
or stops a moment just
to look.
i pass it every day, now
on the way to work
and it reminds me of you
and how you’re still waiting for me,
too.