The tables were covered in crisp white linen. And to my pleasant surprise the edges of the cloths hung down just far enough to hide what I was doing in your lap with my left hand…
I think tables are those kind of objects you take for granted, dont really notice, but which you;d probably miss if they suddenly disappeared. personally i like my tables dark brown, sturdy and slightly shiny. or colourful and full of intricacies.
I am an architect and everything I do now is on the computer. I truly miss the days of laying paper on a large drafting table and drawing by hand and using a straightedge that produced drawings with a certain individual character that cannot be matched by computer generated drawings.
The tables were the darkest shade of ebony–matching the walls and ceiling. A single, iron-work chandelier hung from the ceiling. Sitting around the table were stiff, old men in mafia suits. They all wore the same, serious expression with their attention on the black-haired, lounging teenage boy at the head of the table.
if only there were tables to hold the infinite amount of “things” i have to do. some of them aren’t even things. they are thoughts, words, relationships. i allow myself to get overwhelmed, instead stacking piles of paperwork on the actual table. i think i may never catch up.
His fingers slid over the green felt. Nothing felt better to him than the smoothness of the table or idly playing with the plastic chips – caressing their ridges, reading their numbers with his fingertips. Yes, it was an addiction, but he was okay with that.
The tables here are work are all surrounded by cubes. I hate cubes, i need a job outside. It’s 70 degrees outside and i’m stuck in this flipping cube. This is the ultimate torture test, but it is a job i’m thankful for that.
i sit on tables all afternoon because every room i enter has no chairs. t’s nice to be up a bit higher. i can see the floor. but there is no back support on tables. obviously. they aren’t meant to be sat on. bummer.
why do we worry about the things we can’t control? I picture myself being 80 and hating that I wasted so much time. Worrying about everything instead of experiencing it and enjoying it. I fill my mind with worry instead of filling my heart with love. I hate that I do this to myself. I love that I believe I can change someday.
i like tables. They hold all my shit. Like my nail polish and video games. Not to mention my video game guides. But I sometimes hate the high tables. Only because i’m short. Then again, they make me feel tall. so i guess i don’t hate them that much. but i like low low tables too because i get to sit on the floor and i’m a fan of that. Eating at tables rules. I like to be able to set my shit down. I prefer to sit at a table at the bar as opposed to the bar when i’m with people becasue i can prop my feet up on other chairs and get to actually face the people i’m with. besides, then i can leave my purse there without having to worry about someone ganking my shit. What else about tables? Oh yeah, they rule for puzzles. Dude, they move easy and you can expand sonme of them so more people can fit. I miss my dining room table. It rules.
I like tables table dancing is fun getting rowdy at a rave on tables watching girls do body shots and make out on tables is the best.. fatty break and fall thru them some are glass some are wood some are just busted and made out of cardboard. Tables are great for hardcore matches while preforming the 3D move thru them.
Chart after chart after chart
All the information was overwhelming
I couldn’t cope
I knew I was going to break under the pressure
I heard the professor shout, PENCILS DOWN!
and I slammed my head into the table.
I have always liked parsons tables. Simple designs are elegant in fine wood or even plastic. Of course, taken another way, tables can be boring mathematical expressions of relationships. Tables may also contain fine food, good wine and, when covered with the right cloth, presage the spring.
Tables are a man’s best friend. They help you carrie things like paper(a lot) and you have some where to rest your arms! you’ll go into 100 houses and you’ll see a table in 96% of them. #######
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######### -Z
So i can’t really post and I just drew that picture.
i sit here, with the sun in my eyes, and realize that today, this table knows me better than anyone else right now. it houses my secrets, my passions, and my desires for the day. within its wood it knows me better than anyone does today.
Tables are a man’s best friend. They help you carrie things like paper(a lot) and you have some where to rest your arms! you’ll go into 100 houses and you’ll see a table in 96% of them. #######
### ^ ^###
## * * ##
#### _ ##
######### -Z
it was solid, and brown. It wanted to move, but found itself stuck to the ground. It tried to lift a leg, but found itself being held down by gravity. Something was atop it, fuzzy and soft. The fuzzy thing rolled, and purred, and scratched its surface. It was hurt and sad, and wanted to cry.
He went set his drink upon the table but when he placed the old glass agianst the smooth dark surface……IT MOVED! He later found out it was his grandmother trying to find her contacts under the couch! Ticky Ticky!
Tables are a very useful thing they have been around for more than three thousand years. The ancient egyptians were the first to use tables. they used stone tables.
Tables can be so different. Most are boring, but some of the more intricate ones are quite pretty. Like ones that have dark wood glass put in interesting designs.
Oh so many tables to choose from. There is table tennis, picnic tables at the park, lunch tables in the cafeteria, dinner tables, times tables. so many tables so little time. One minute to be precise. I like picnic tables having fun at the park hoot hoot!
a table is not just a table its what id call a table pattern which is made of particles. and those particles are patterns of atoms and those atoms are patterns of protons neutrons and electrons and those are patterns of quarks and those are patterns of strings. so what is a table? and what is life? is it merely a pattern? If that is the case then our minds are just patterns and that makes our thoughts just patterns. And that leads me to believe, if i took this POV then i must believe the world to be a pattern. Therefore I can not suppose my own thoughts to be true. after all my thoughts are merely patterns.
tables……….. um ok? well tables are cool. you can eat off them. they are very shapical. they can be either squares, or circles or really any shape. they are AWEOME!!!! FOOD!!
Tables are interesting. They can be used for many different things. You can eat off of them or place something on them. LIke different things. They can be round or cirlcular.
Nu went with me that day and we’d clambered through the old, rotting doorway of the abandoned mansion. A great ball room lay before us. Gold pillars and silver trays no longer shining. Table after table covered with elegant cloths now yellowed and full of holes. Forgotten.
Sitting at the table i am overwhelmed but the amounts of stress that happened this very moment. I sit here with a blabbing monster talking about how i need to get my life in order. I like to think that I am a motivated person, and organized as a matter of fact, but with people in my ear 24/7 i feel like I may be heading down a road to nowhere.
with many things on them, bottles and cigarette ash piling up, never being cleaned off, cups leaving those silly circles on pages of my magazines that I leave lying there forever, never reading, underneath there isn’t any gum because now that I own this table, I wouldn’t appreciate it if someone stuck some under there.
tables all around
surrounded
by labels
you hand out.
take a seat
and wait to
meet the best of
them all. while she
comes around
with labels in hand
to stick on your
back while you sit
at your table.
My boyfriend always told me stories about how when he was a little kid, i’d trip and fall on tables. It’s reminded me how fragile childhood is, how little time you have, and how easy things affect you.
I love them, I have at least five, grandmothers old family table, very wobbly but it brings back memories of Christmas dinners after the war, Mother’s heavy wood how she loved the fact we could all crowd around it for a family meal, then an aunts sewing table, a tiny table in the window. I’d squeeze them in anywhere.
The tables were covered in crisp white linen. And to my pleasant surprise the edges of the cloths hung down just far enough to hide what I was doing in your lap with my left hand…
I think tables are those kind of objects you take for granted, dont really notice, but which you;d probably miss if they suddenly disappeared. personally i like my tables dark brown, sturdy and slightly shiny. or colourful and full of intricacies.
I am an architect and everything I do now is on the computer. I truly miss the days of laying paper on a large drafting table and drawing by hand and using a straightedge that produced drawings with a certain individual character that cannot be matched by computer generated drawings.
The tables were the darkest shade of ebony–matching the walls and ceiling. A single, iron-work chandelier hung from the ceiling. Sitting around the table were stiff, old men in mafia suits. They all wore the same, serious expression with their attention on the black-haired, lounging teenage boy at the head of the table.
if only there were tables to hold the infinite amount of “things” i have to do. some of them aren’t even things. they are thoughts, words, relationships. i allow myself to get overwhelmed, instead stacking piles of paperwork on the actual table. i think i may never catch up.
His fingers slid over the green felt. Nothing felt better to him than the smoothness of the table or idly playing with the plastic chips – caressing their ridges, reading their numbers with his fingertips. Yes, it was an addiction, but he was okay with that.
The tables here are work are all surrounded by cubes. I hate cubes, i need a job outside. It’s 70 degrees outside and i’m stuck in this flipping cube. This is the ultimate torture test, but it is a job i’m thankful for that.
i sit on tables all afternoon because every room i enter has no chairs. t’s nice to be up a bit higher. i can see the floor. but there is no back support on tables. obviously. they aren’t meant to be sat on. bummer.
why do we worry about the things we can’t control? I picture myself being 80 and hating that I wasted so much time. Worrying about everything instead of experiencing it and enjoying it. I fill my mind with worry instead of filling my heart with love. I hate that I do this to myself. I love that I believe I can change someday.
i like tables. They hold all my shit. Like my nail polish and video games. Not to mention my video game guides. But I sometimes hate the high tables. Only because i’m short. Then again, they make me feel tall. so i guess i don’t hate them that much. but i like low low tables too because i get to sit on the floor and i’m a fan of that. Eating at tables rules. I like to be able to set my shit down. I prefer to sit at a table at the bar as opposed to the bar when i’m with people becasue i can prop my feet up on other chairs and get to actually face the people i’m with. besides, then i can leave my purse there without having to worry about someone ganking my shit. What else about tables? Oh yeah, they rule for puzzles. Dude, they move easy and you can expand sonme of them so more people can fit. I miss my dining room table. It rules.
the wooden furniture where people place things and it has legs. moreover, the are great to sit on.
I like tables table dancing is fun getting rowdy at a rave on tables watching girls do body shots and make out on tables is the best.. fatty break and fall thru them some are glass some are wood some are just busted and made out of cardboard. Tables are great for hardcore matches while preforming the 3D move thru them.
Im .. just me
Chart after chart after chart
All the information was overwhelming
I couldn’t cope
I knew I was going to break under the pressure
I heard the professor shout, PENCILS DOWN!
and I slammed my head into the table.
Tables are objects, necessary devices that enable humans to take from nature the ability to relax, lord over the lesser creatures their leasure.
Alternatively, tables contain data, make it readable, understandable. Tables can be filled with tables, printed wood upon wood
I have always liked parsons tables. Simple designs are elegant in fine wood or even plastic. Of course, taken another way, tables can be boring mathematical expressions of relationships. Tables may also contain fine food, good wine and, when covered with the right cloth, presage the spring.
Tables are a man’s best friend. They help you carrie things like paper(a lot) and you have some where to rest your arms! you’ll go into 100 houses and you’ll see a table in 96% of them. #######
### ^ ^###
## * * ##
#### _ ##
######### -Z
So i can’t really post and I just drew that picture.
i sit here, with the sun in my eyes, and realize that today, this table knows me better than anyone else right now. it houses my secrets, my passions, and my desires for the day. within its wood it knows me better than anyone does today.
Tables are a man’s best friend. They help you carrie things like paper(a lot) and you have some where to rest your arms! you’ll go into 100 houses and you’ll see a table in 96% of them. #######
### ^ ^###
## * * ##
#### _ ##
######### -Z
it was solid, and brown. It wanted to move, but found itself stuck to the ground. It tried to lift a leg, but found itself being held down by gravity. Something was atop it, fuzzy and soft. The fuzzy thing rolled, and purred, and scratched its surface. It was hurt and sad, and wanted to cry.
Tables usually have four legs. I always eat dinner at these. when i was younger i had to sit in a high chair.
He went set his drink upon the table but when he placed the old glass agianst the smooth dark surface……IT MOVED! He later found out it was his grandmother trying to find her contacts under the couch! Ticky Ticky!
Tables are a very useful thing they have been around for more than three thousand years. The ancient egyptians were the first to use tables. they used stone tables.
Tables can be so different. Most are boring, but some of the more intricate ones are quite pretty. Like ones that have dark wood glass put in interesting designs.
ummmm i guess tables are awasome cause thats wear you eat you yummy delicious food:)
Oh so many tables to choose from. There is table tennis, picnic tables at the park, lunch tables in the cafeteria, dinner tables, times tables. so many tables so little time. One minute to be precise. I like picnic tables having fun at the park hoot hoot!
MULTIPLE TABLES
a table is not just a table its what id call a table pattern which is made of particles. and those particles are patterns of atoms and those atoms are patterns of protons neutrons and electrons and those are patterns of quarks and those are patterns of strings. so what is a table? and what is life? is it merely a pattern? If that is the case then our minds are just patterns and that makes our thoughts just patterns. And that leads me to believe, if i took this POV then i must believe the world to be a pattern. Therefore I can not suppose my own thoughts to be true. after all my thoughts are merely patterns.
It was sitting there on the table. Mocking me. I didnt want to grab it. But it looked so good. Temptation took over and I had to eat the sandwich.
tables……….. um ok? well tables are cool. you can eat off them. they are very shapical. they can be either squares, or circles or really any shape. they are AWEOME!!!! FOOD!!
you can sit on tables or eat on tables they have been around for a long time
Tables are interesting. They can be used for many different things. You can eat off of them or place something on them. LIke different things. They can be round or cirlcular.
Tables are a place where u can set things or they can be used to eat on. They are very common in most homes.
Nu went with me that day and we’d clambered through the old, rotting doorway of the abandoned mansion. A great ball room lay before us. Gold pillars and silver trays no longer shining. Table after table covered with elegant cloths now yellowed and full of holes. Forgotten.
Tables something you can use as a decoration or put things on such as food and drinks there are tons of kinds of tables!!!
Sitting at the table i am overwhelmed but the amounts of stress that happened this very moment. I sit here with a blabbing monster talking about how i need to get my life in order. I like to think that I am a motivated person, and organized as a matter of fact, but with people in my ear 24/7 i feel like I may be heading down a road to nowhere.
with many things on them, bottles and cigarette ash piling up, never being cleaned off, cups leaving those silly circles on pages of my magazines that I leave lying there forever, never reading, underneath there isn’t any gum because now that I own this table, I wouldn’t appreciate it if someone stuck some under there.
tables all around
surrounded
by labels
you hand out.
take a seat
and wait to
meet the best of
them all. while she
comes around
with labels in hand
to stick on your
back while you sit
at your table.
My boyfriend always told me stories about how when he was a little kid, i’d trip and fall on tables. It’s reminded me how fragile childhood is, how little time you have, and how easy things affect you.
I love them, I have at least five, grandmothers old family table, very wobbly but it brings back memories of Christmas dinners after the war, Mother’s heavy wood how she loved the fact we could all crowd around it for a family meal, then an aunts sewing table, a tiny table in the window. I’d squeeze them in anywhere.