so much liquor in my styrofoam cup
im starting to see doubles just my luck
spitting to this college broad whos studying abroad
hopefully ill see her dubble d’s jump from braw
Hot coffee, steaming. Walking down the sidewalk of a big city, Christmas. The squeakiness, the factory smell. Infinitely adjustable and creatable toys.
styrofoam makes many things such as cups plates or other objects. it is useful but harms the earth so why do we use styrofoam whn we could use something else. something less harmful that would dissolve or be biodegradable.
There was a white cup that he sipped from. The cider burned his mouth and stained his shirt when he dropped it–meaning when he saw her of course. Blond hair. Beautiful. Despite the warnings, he hadn’t been able to resist her. Accidentally, he bit through the cup.
My brother and I used to take Styrofoam cups put them on a stick and roast them over a bonfire at my Aunt’s house. We would let it dry and then see what kind of funny shape it would turn into. We never new what it would look like until it melted and shriveled up. This is Styrofoam’s definition: unpredictable, fun, different, and unique.
spongey, its polluting, coffee cups. hot. soup. soup n noodles. chinese people at corner stores. liquids. apple products. computers. packaging. new television. shiny. dog playing in pieces of the styrofoam.
Styrofoam. Annoying sound, fun to squeeze, and makes “snow”. Its an amazing entertainer… yes, even for a thirteen year old. I have been making “snow” for about, 13 years now.
i remember being little, and at the start of each hot summer day granny taking out a permanent marker…scratching intently on a cup “this one is yours for the day,” she’d say. and i would gnaw along the edge further solidifying that fact…yes, it was mine for the day. it bore my mark.
its too bad its not biodegradable. but it does keep your cappuchino warm on those crappy mornings when you need a little something. but its still a terrible design. it also keeps your drinks cold :) good for summer days, bad for the prolonging of human existence. yay
I really don’t like styrofoam cups. I get this weird urge to nibble on the tops, where my lips meet the liquid. Is it odd for me to say this? I can;t think of any other way to try and explain the sensation. But when I bite into the cup, I hate to sensation of the gritty feel between my teeth. and when i go for another sip, I bite into it again.
There’s nothing I love more than receiving a big box, opening it, (suspense!) and discovering the little Styrofoam ‘s’s.’ I used to chew on them when I was a kid. They weren’t very yummy, but they amused me to no end, nonetheless.
I saw the styrofoam floating on the water. It had fallen from the sky. It looked sheepishly at me. I swam over to it, and discovered, that upon closer inspection, the styrofoam was lined with different numbers and letters. Perhaps a message from plastic aliens?
why do we keep using styrofoam, it’s not recyclable. and horrible for the environment. there are so many better things to use that are so much better for the world. i must sound like a complete hippie right now but it’s so true. like why can’t we use more reusable things. seriously?
It was destroying the planet, and she did everything she could to stop it. Not like it would matter. Styrofoam was one of the most commonly used substances on the planet. Restaurants, convenience stores, and other common places like it’s cheapness and reliability. Schools use it for lunch trays, and there was nothing she could do. One step at a time, she realized, we’re destroying the world as we know it.
When we were still living on the island, my brother and I would break apart the styrofoam packaging that came with our father’s shipments for work and rub the uneven pieces together till those soft, white dots covered the floor around us in weightless dust like the snow we saw on t.v. but had never touched before.
Styrofoam is pretty descent when used for packing things. However, that’s about all it is useful for. Personally, I can’t stand the noise it makes when you touch it. It sounds like nails on a chalkboard. Fortunately it doesn’t leave you feeling weird like nails on a chalkboard.. but still it sucks to make that noise.
i always think of off ramp when i think of this word we always used to put food in it and it would take so much space in the garbage and it would always overflow. i know good story. i know. but i hated that job and it made me want to kill myself slowly. i would rather suck an old dick than go back to that damn place.
Styrofoam was her obsession. It seemed that there was always a new use for it. Whether that be a door stop or a new couch she knew it was cheap and light and quite affordable. Yet whenever he came over she felt the need to store everything in the guest bedroom so that he would never know the secret of her insanity.
fuzzes up my brain
makes everything insane
such little packages
for such a bulky slice
i hope what you got was nice
because i got better
i got me
and everything i could ever be
good old styrophone
clogging up the new home
the hallway to my life
the hallway outta strife
i got here to be
i got here because im me
Hm… probably not something I’ve ever given much thought to. But I do know that it’s caused some terrible deaths to some unassuming animals, which makes me think how such a seemingly insignificant creation has caused so much pain.
I hate the way styrofoam sound when it’s rubbed against itself. In fact, Friety was doing that intermittently for about ten minutes the other day at work and it was terrible! Sounds like nails on a chalkboard to me. I think Friety is a ottal babe. I took a quiz online before and it told me I put work before relationships. Is that maybe because it;’s alot easier to account for work than it is for my functioning in relationships?
A styrofoam cup. That’s the one thing I remembered after it was all said and done.
Granted, it might have been filled up with some sort of interesting alcoholic concoction, but that really wasn’t what was on my mind when I was busy getting dumped by the woman who I thought I was going to spend my life with.
Styrofoam, the world went nuts over you. You are like a plague. You come in pellets that get all over and clog my vacuum. You are a menace. I dislike you. I see no purpose for you.
The cup in his hand was made of styrofoam. Crisp white, stained with clear gloss, he tapped the side of it. Inside, warm coffee rippled; seven packages of sugar laid inside, most undissolved and resting in granulate mountains on the bottom. This made his lips sweet; I tasted when pressing my own mouth to his.
As his head hit the wall he realized that beings an ignorant douche bag wasn’t the way to get people to like you. The wall gave like Styrofoam water shoes, and the fresh air felt good on his already swelling cranium. Derek never remembered his revelation, nor the trip to the hospital. But he did remember that the nurse was hot, the bed was hard, and he also remembered that he really needed to give the kid in his psych class another swirly … he had been in the hospital after all and was running pretty behind on his schedule.
styrofoam is soo terrible for the enviroment. it takes like, i think a hundred years for it to break down and decompose. so with that said, dont ever just throw some styrofoam onto the ground. cause its bad news for the enviroment.
Unknown fluff. It always reminded me of what I thought the inside of my brain would look like if you opened me up and looked inside to see all my thoughts fly past. Just a lot of white, weird, and fluffy stuff.
Styrofoam is a pretty cool guy, he comes in boxes to protect my goods. He is also a pretty messy guy, its hard to clean as because the static electricity sticks on to floors, tables etc
on coffee on a warm summer sad sipping slowly and thinking of her the her i could never have,. i sip and feel the cool Styrofoam and think why why something so simple reminds me of my best friend, yes autumn i love you more then anything you can imagine and i write this now in a minute about the oddest word cause oddly enough ur what i think about that and how sad i am at the fact ur straight and could never love me
so much liquor in my styrofoam cup
im starting to see doubles just my luck
spitting to this college broad whos studying abroad
hopefully ill see her dubble d’s jump from braw
Hot coffee, steaming. Walking down the sidewalk of a big city, Christmas. The squeakiness, the factory smell. Infinitely adjustable and creatable toys.
styrofoam makes many things such as cups plates or other objects. it is useful but harms the earth so why do we use styrofoam whn we could use something else. something less harmful that would dissolve or be biodegradable.
There was a white cup that he sipped from. The cider burned his mouth and stained his shirt when he dropped it–meaning when he saw her of course. Blond hair. Beautiful. Despite the warnings, he hadn’t been able to resist her. Accidentally, he bit through the cup.
My brother and I used to take Styrofoam cups put them on a stick and roast them over a bonfire at my Aunt’s house. We would let it dry and then see what kind of funny shape it would turn into. We never new what it would look like until it melted and shriveled up. This is Styrofoam’s definition: unpredictable, fun, different, and unique.
spongey, its polluting, coffee cups. hot. soup. soup n noodles. chinese people at corner stores. liquids. apple products. computers. packaging. new television. shiny. dog playing in pieces of the styrofoam.
Styrofoam. Annoying sound, fun to squeeze, and makes “snow”. Its an amazing entertainer… yes, even for a thirteen year old. I have been making “snow” for about, 13 years now.
in the scattered shards
of our love
each brittle fragment
buries itself deeply
to scar,
to heal
.
Its soft and firm touch reminded her of her childhood. It reminded her of Christmas and gifts from her father.
i remember being little, and at the start of each hot summer day granny taking out a permanent marker…scratching intently on a cup “this one is yours for the day,” she’d say. and i would gnaw along the edge further solidifying that fact…yes, it was mine for the day. it bore my mark.
the church bell peals
we walk the dirt track
under styrofoam clouds
mother will have
boiled eggs on the table
beetroot
cold cuts
Such a waste, really. You can make it into napalm, though. Which is nice. It makes things burn. I love it when something burns. Burn, baby, burn!
Also, I can kill you with my brain.
its too bad its not biodegradable. but it does keep your cappuchino warm on those crappy mornings when you need a little something. but its still a terrible design. it also keeps your drinks cold :) good for summer days, bad for the prolonging of human existence. yay
I really don’t like styrofoam cups. I get this weird urge to nibble on the tops, where my lips meet the liquid. Is it odd for me to say this? I can;t think of any other way to try and explain the sensation. But when I bite into the cup, I hate to sensation of the gritty feel between my teeth. and when i go for another sip, I bite into it again.
There’s nothing I love more than receiving a big box, opening it, (suspense!) and discovering the little Styrofoam ‘s’s.’ I used to chew on them when I was a kid. They weren’t very yummy, but they amused me to no end, nonetheless.
I saw the styrofoam floating on the water. It had fallen from the sky. It looked sheepishly at me. I swam over to it, and discovered, that upon closer inspection, the styrofoam was lined with different numbers and letters. Perhaps a message from plastic aliens?
why do we keep using styrofoam, it’s not recyclable. and horrible for the environment. there are so many better things to use that are so much better for the world. i must sound like a complete hippie right now but it’s so true. like why can’t we use more reusable things. seriously?
in the scattered shards
of our love
each brittle fragment
buries itself deeply
to scar,
to heal
It was destroying the planet, and she did everything she could to stop it. Not like it would matter. Styrofoam was one of the most commonly used substances on the planet. Restaurants, convenience stores, and other common places like it’s cheapness and reliability. Schools use it for lunch trays, and there was nothing she could do. One step at a time, she realized, we’re destroying the world as we know it.
When we were still living on the island, my brother and I would break apart the styrofoam packaging that came with our father’s shipments for work and rub the uneven pieces together till those soft, white dots covered the floor around us in weightless dust like the snow we saw on t.v. but had never touched before.
Styrofoam is pretty descent when used for packing things. However, that’s about all it is useful for. Personally, I can’t stand the noise it makes when you touch it. It sounds like nails on a chalkboard. Fortunately it doesn’t leave you feeling weird like nails on a chalkboard.. but still it sucks to make that noise.
i always think of off ramp when i think of this word we always used to put food in it and it would take so much space in the garbage and it would always overflow. i know good story. i know. but i hated that job and it made me want to kill myself slowly. i would rather suck an old dick than go back to that damn place.
Styrofoam was her obsession. It seemed that there was always a new use for it. Whether that be a door stop or a new couch she knew it was cheap and light and quite affordable. Yet whenever he came over she felt the need to store everything in the guest bedroom so that he would never know the secret of her insanity.
All I have to say about styrofoam is that it can’t be recycled. If something can’t be reused or recycled, it shouldn’t be made.
fuzzes up my brain
makes everything insane
such little packages
for such a bulky slice
i hope what you got was nice
because i got better
i got me
and everything i could ever be
good old styrophone
clogging up the new home
the hallway to my life
the hallway outta strife
i got here to be
i got here because im me
Hm… probably not something I’ve ever given much thought to. But I do know that it’s caused some terrible deaths to some unassuming animals, which makes me think how such a seemingly insignificant creation has caused so much pain.
I hate the way styrofoam sound when it’s rubbed against itself. In fact, Friety was doing that intermittently for about ten minutes the other day at work and it was terrible! Sounds like nails on a chalkboard to me. I think Friety is a ottal babe. I took a quiz online before and it told me I put work before relationships. Is that maybe because it;’s alot easier to account for work than it is for my functioning in relationships?
Soft, yet crispy. It goes through me, like nails on a chalkboard. Just use bubblewrap, I say!
styrofoam cup are absolutely wonderful
A styrofoam cup. That’s the one thing I remembered after it was all said and done.
Granted, it might have been filled up with some sort of interesting alcoholic concoction, but that really wasn’t what was on my mind when I was busy getting dumped by the woman who I thought I was going to spend my life with.
Styrofoam, the world went nuts over you. You are like a plague. You come in pellets that get all over and clog my vacuum. You are a menace. I dislike you. I see no purpose for you.
my pet peeve is styrofoam rubbing together or against anything else
it also is a hazard to the planet…just saying
but yet, it is a funny word to say if you say it like a million times…
blah
Oh dear I only have 60 seconds and all I can think is why is styrofoam spelt with that stupid y!
The cup in his hand was made of styrofoam. Crisp white, stained with clear gloss, he tapped the side of it. Inside, warm coffee rippled; seven packages of sugar laid inside, most undissolved and resting in granulate mountains on the bottom. This made his lips sweet; I tasted when pressing my own mouth to his.
As his head hit the wall he realized that beings an ignorant douche bag wasn’t the way to get people to like you. The wall gave like Styrofoam water shoes, and the fresh air felt good on his already swelling cranium. Derek never remembered his revelation, nor the trip to the hospital. But he did remember that the nurse was hot, the bed was hard, and he also remembered that he really needed to give the kid in his psych class another swirly … he had been in the hospital after all and was running pretty behind on his schedule.
styrofoam is soo terrible for the enviroment. it takes like, i think a hundred years for it to break down and decompose. so with that said, dont ever just throw some styrofoam onto the ground. cause its bad news for the enviroment.
Unknown fluff. It always reminded me of what I thought the inside of my brain would look like if you opened me up and looked inside to see all my thoughts fly past. Just a lot of white, weird, and fluffy stuff.
Styrofoam is a pretty cool guy, he comes in boxes to protect my goods. He is also a pretty messy guy, its hard to clean as because the static electricity sticks on to floors, tables etc
on coffee on a warm summer sad sipping slowly and thinking of her the her i could never have,. i sip and feel the cool Styrofoam and think why why something so simple reminds me of my best friend, yes autumn i love you more then anything you can imagine and i write this now in a minute about the oddest word cause oddly enough ur what i think about that and how sad i am at the fact ur straight and could never love me
love- the crying shoulder
A material used for the packaging of items while they are being shipped across large distances. Often frowned upon due to lack of “eco-friendliness.”