Old and new. Tables. Rows of them. They looked sad in a way. I don’t know how. Perhaps because they knew that sitting there was all they do. Then I realize that’s all I do. Sad, Indeed. I wish things were different, but obviously they’re not.
Mine is never clear. Computers, dinners, homework, drinks, chats, mail, work stuff. We’ve started using a card table to play games on. My husband thinks it will confuse our regular table into clearing itself.
Turning the tables on his opponent, Chevalier Maurice dropped his epee, threw down his gauntlet, and flung a cream pie into the face of the marauding clown.
big and small and I really like the ones that are old and you find the letters in them that people have left behind, I think I found a suicide note once or was it a confession, something like that. I felt rather strange and weird and excited all at the same time, I put it back where I found it in the draw in the table in the recycling center.
We mastered times tables in fourth grade. I remember being the best, feeling that spark of thrill when I got the answer right but no one else did. Back then I never understood the how of the questions; how you got from one number to next. Only that you did. It seemed to me that two numbers produced a third with no rhyme or reason. I understood later, but there are still many things to which I cannot provide a rhyme or reason.
i was a waitress this past summer and i learned a lot about people. there was the guy who came in every morning, large regular coffee + scone, but then there were the rude morning people who clearly just didn’t get that being an asshole wouldn’t make me work faster. Then theres the cute couple, the old lady, and the rest of the world, waiting to get coffee to go.
Tables are really good for holding things. Things like spoons and knives and plates, things like conversations and family ties and love and remembrance. And pizza, but hey. Pizza is love.
Turning tables – I suppose this phrase has its origins in gambling. I went to Las Vegas once, – saw people on slot machines before breakfast. It seems a strange alternative to cereal and toast to me.
Tables are a place where you can communicate, a place where you can eat, a place where you can do absolutely ANYTHING on it. Tables can lead you to a new start of a new relationship, find common interests with the help of a table.
my laptop is on a table right now. it’s ugly and white yet i’m still using it.. it allows me to concentrate and that’s all i really need to do right now. instead i’m on a website blabbering about it. i confuse myself. can’t think of anymore to write about
Tables. What more needs to be said. They are pretty much THE foundation of our society. You put your feet up, you rest your coffee mug, even the sacred event known as poker night takes place on this glorious surface. What more needs to be said? God’s gift to man.
tables are so simple. take the kitchen table for example. its a peice of wood with four legs,but it holds so much. it is family, friendship, meals and mostly love. no one really thinks about tables but where would we be without them
my hips are the tabletop
resting upon these femurs
these tibias and fibulas
with phalanges gripping
digging
through endless cotton fields
hoping to root themselves
don’t rest your elbows here.
don’t arrive uninvited.
this is no bed and breakfast, boy,
this is no bed and breakfast,
just a slab
on a set of sticks quivering in the night.
The thick, brown table smelled musty, like someone had tripped and stumbled into an old attic where the dreams from years past spend the winters of their lives. Its veneer was cracked and broken, and one of its legs was missing.
I don’t like tables. NO they have always appeared in my nightmares and they taunted me with their silly legs. They think that they are better. But I know their secrets
we sat there. opposite sides of the room, worlds apart. i wonder what you were thinking that day…so close, yet at such a loss for connection. the tables united us but let us drift apart all at the same time.
they were flimsy yet they withstood the test of time. The supported the poor family through poor and sick and even some happiness. They were the tables that always sat and never complained.
tables are a base, a start. something to begin on. tables provide a starting point a place to begin your journey. tables are strong, stable, comforting. beautiful.
There are tables scattered throughout the room. Some are cheap, plastic coffee tables, stained with the leavings of oatmeal, rings of coffee and cocoa and wadded up straw papers. Others are folded up against the wall, waiting for larger numbers.
All tables serve a purpose. Even the ones intended for decoration eventually become covered with things no one really needs. There’s a table in the bathroom, in my bedroom, in the living room. They’re covered in boxes of tampons, a light, some books.
tables bring stability to hold the things that matter to us. we can reach new heights with tables (by standing on them). we can create new worlds on tables (by writing on them). we can restore families on tables (by eating together on them).
They are brown and wooden often times, they can have multiple legs, sturdy strong, elegant, cheap and of different qualities, I think of France, tables = memories, memories from around the world a table is an object that you eat on = socialize = memories, family, friends, good times,
Tables are meant for placing our belongings on. They are simple structures made of four legs and a board for the top. They hold everything for us. They are sources of leftover papers and tickets and mail and books and anything else you would like.
Tables. I had to get stitches because of a table. 3 years old. Ouch. I thought cats were happy when they whined. Guess not. Dad pulled me out from under a table and split my eyebrow open on the lip of the table…
Are really useful, You know for putting plates, and food at. Without them, IDK where we can eat in a civilized manner. woooot \m/
Tables are the unsung hero of today.
TABLE, can also mean a chart. charts are really useful for organizing information.
Tables and chairs, if we could call them friends then we could call them on the telephone. In between them I draw maps of your tangled hair. I want to sit on you.
tables are made so that we could eat on it, write on it, vandalize it. it helps people do a lot of stuffs. others do it so they could have sex. i dont know. tables have different types. long short depends on how you will use it. there are study tables and stuffs like that. Dining table. fucking table. and table of contents.
I like tables. I like sitting at them. I like doing things one them. I never thought I’d have sex on one, but apparently, I like doing that too. I broke my mothers table, doing that last night. I really don’t know how I’ll explain it, but I suppose I will somehow.
They can be wooden…or plastic. You can put things on them…like cups, plates, napkins. You can have sex on them…that’d be fun. Watermelons make them sticky and gross. Chairs…they have chairs. And legs. Sometimes those legs have little felt pads on the bottoms to stop them from scratching your floor.
They are everywhere. In my room, at school. Everywhere you go, you see the wooden shapes. Perhaps they’re some sort of symbol. Maybe it’s the system waving hello at you. Maybe not. To me, it is. So I wave back.
Tables are made of particles, just like people. We’re more closely related to tables than any of us think. Tables hold the secret to life, they’re atoms are composed of quarks that are further composed of strings or the higgs boson.
Table are rectangular… sometimes other odd shapes. I have quite a few, all made out of wood. They are such stable things aren’t they. They hold things up and allow you to rest your elbows and hands.. They allow you to eat upon them. They are slaves.
you can eat on them, stand on them, fold them, break them, paint them. They have changed the world in an oddity not usually thought of. They are extremely important and have been used for thousands of years.
Old and new. Tables. Rows of them. They looked sad in a way. I don’t know how. Perhaps because they knew that sitting there was all they do. Then I realize that’s all I do. Sad, Indeed. I wish things were different, but obviously they’re not.
Mine is never clear. Computers, dinners, homework, drinks, chats, mail, work stuff. We’ve started using a card table to play games on. My husband thinks it will confuse our regular table into clearing itself.
Turning the tables on his opponent, Chevalier Maurice dropped his epee, threw down his gauntlet, and flung a cream pie into the face of the marauding clown.
food peoples speeches
big and small and I really like the ones that are old and you find the letters in them that people have left behind, I think I found a suicide note once or was it a confession, something like that. I felt rather strange and weird and excited all at the same time, I put it back where I found it in the draw in the table in the recycling center.
The table was very old. It was stained and had water stains all over it and was polished lighter in some areas from heavy use.
We mastered times tables in fourth grade. I remember being the best, feeling that spark of thrill when I got the answer right but no one else did. Back then I never understood the how of the questions; how you got from one number to next. Only that you did. It seemed to me that two numbers produced a third with no rhyme or reason. I understood later, but there are still many things to which I cannot provide a rhyme or reason.
i was a waitress this past summer and i learned a lot about people. there was the guy who came in every morning, large regular coffee + scone, but then there were the rude morning people who clearly just didn’t get that being an asshole wouldn’t make me work faster. Then theres the cute couple, the old lady, and the rest of the world, waiting to get coffee to go.
Tables are really good for holding things. Things like spoons and knives and plates, things like conversations and family ties and love and remembrance. And pizza, but hey. Pizza is love.
Turning tables – I suppose this phrase has its origins in gambling. I went to Las Vegas once, – saw people on slot machines before breakfast. It seems a strange alternative to cereal and toast to me.
Tables are a place where you can communicate, a place where you can eat, a place where you can do absolutely ANYTHING on it. Tables can lead you to a new start of a new relationship, find common interests with the help of a table.
my laptop is on a table right now. it’s ugly and white yet i’m still using it.. it allows me to concentrate and that’s all i really need to do right now. instead i’m on a website blabbering about it. i confuse myself. can’t think of anymore to write about
Tables. What more needs to be said. They are pretty much THE foundation of our society. You put your feet up, you rest your coffee mug, even the sacred event known as poker night takes place on this glorious surface. What more needs to be said? God’s gift to man.
tables are so simple. take the kitchen table for example. its a peice of wood with four legs,but it holds so much. it is family, friendship, meals and mostly love. no one really thinks about tables but where would we be without them
my hips are the tabletop
resting upon these femurs
these tibias and fibulas
with phalanges gripping
digging
through endless cotton fields
hoping to root themselves
don’t rest your elbows here.
don’t arrive uninvited.
this is no bed and breakfast, boy,
this is no bed and breakfast,
just a slab
on a set of sticks quivering in the night.
The thick, brown table smelled musty, like someone had tripped and stumbled into an old attic where the dreams from years past spend the winters of their lives. Its veneer was cracked and broken, and one of its legs was missing.
long, transparent, carry stuff, food, coffee table, wooden
I don’t like tables. NO they have always appeared in my nightmares and they taunted me with their silly legs. They think that they are better. But I know their secrets
we sat there. opposite sides of the room, worlds apart. i wonder what you were thinking that day…so close, yet at such a loss for connection. the tables united us but let us drift apart all at the same time.
they were flimsy yet they withstood the test of time. The supported the poor family through poor and sick and even some happiness. They were the tables that always sat and never complained.
tables are a base, a start. something to begin on. tables provide a starting point a place to begin your journey. tables are strong, stable, comforting. beautiful.
chair set under the table it a large wood table I WISH i could get a knew one
There are tables scattered throughout the room. Some are cheap, plastic coffee tables, stained with the leavings of oatmeal, rings of coffee and cocoa and wadded up straw papers. Others are folded up against the wall, waiting for larger numbers.
All tables serve a purpose. Even the ones intended for decoration eventually become covered with things no one really needs. There’s a table in the bathroom, in my bedroom, in the living room. They’re covered in boxes of tampons, a light, some books.
tables bring stability to hold the things that matter to us. we can reach new heights with tables (by standing on them). we can create new worlds on tables (by writing on them). we can restore families on tables (by eating together on them).
They are brown and wooden often times, they can have multiple legs, sturdy strong, elegant, cheap and of different qualities, I think of France, tables = memories, memories from around the world a table is an object that you eat on = socialize = memories, family, friends, good times,
they keep me far from you until they have been turned.. then i dont know whats next.
Tables are meant for placing our belongings on. They are simple structures made of four legs and a board for the top. They hold everything for us. They are sources of leftover papers and tickets and mail and books and anything else you would like.
Tables. I had to get stitches because of a table. 3 years old. Ouch. I thought cats were happy when they whined. Guess not. Dad pulled me out from under a table and split my eyebrow open on the lip of the table…
I used to wait tables while I was in college. Now my husband has lost his job, several years later, and he waits tables. Kind of sad. =(
Are really useful, You know for putting plates, and food at. Without them, IDK where we can eat in a civilized manner. woooot \m/
Tables are the unsung hero of today.
TABLE, can also mean a chart. charts are really useful for organizing information.
meza, coffee table, put my feet up, love to sit on, eat and drink and be maerry, go home, food, laugh, dice, water, ring stains
Tables and chairs, if we could call them friends then we could call them on the telephone. In between them I draw maps of your tangled hair. I want to sit on you.
tables are made so that we could eat on it, write on it, vandalize it. it helps people do a lot of stuffs. others do it so they could have sex. i dont know. tables have different types. long short depends on how you will use it. there are study tables and stuffs like that. Dining table. fucking table. and table of contents.
I like tables. I like sitting at them. I like doing things one them. I never thought I’d have sex on one, but apparently, I like doing that too. I broke my mothers table, doing that last night. I really don’t know how I’ll explain it, but I suppose I will somehow.
They can be wooden…or plastic. You can put things on them…like cups, plates, napkins. You can have sex on them…that’d be fun. Watermelons make them sticky and gross. Chairs…they have chairs. And legs. Sometimes those legs have little felt pads on the bottoms to stop them from scratching your floor.
They are everywhere. In my room, at school. Everywhere you go, you see the wooden shapes. Perhaps they’re some sort of symbol. Maybe it’s the system waving hello at you. Maybe not. To me, it is. So I wave back.
Tables are made of particles, just like people. We’re more closely related to tables than any of us think. Tables hold the secret to life, they’re atoms are composed of quarks that are further composed of strings or the higgs boson.
Table are rectangular… sometimes other odd shapes. I have quite a few, all made out of wood. They are such stable things aren’t they. They hold things up and allow you to rest your elbows and hands.. They allow you to eat upon them. They are slaves.
you can eat on them, stand on them, fold them, break them, paint them. They have changed the world in an oddity not usually thought of. They are extremely important and have been used for thousands of years.