Annoying! Well, they weren’t allows annoying…text used to be just…text…now it’s an act…texting. I was told my brother was dead through a text. When did people stop talking? People date through text these days. Good luck with that!
Hate.
Surging through,
left a disaster in it’s wake.
Illiteracy.
A word unbeknownst to those whom it defines,
it dominates the youth of the population.
Textz.
It dominates the youth of the population.
Unbeknownst to those whom it defines.
Illiteracy
left a disaster in it’s wake.
Surging through
hate.
I woke up to two texts this morning. One was from Timmmmm and the other from Tyler. Both guys are amazing to me. I text both of them often, but I only seem to hang out with Tim. why can’t I choose one guy. Why do I like the attention from both?
texts are helpful, but all to much – they tend to just be a simple way to say something without having to take much accountability for the actual meaning behind the phrase. In other cases, it’s a great way to get to know a stranger that may intrigue you. But mostly…I feel it such a distant way of going about things, and being able to think too much before you reply in conversation tends to lose the true essence of conversation as a whole.
Texts is one place where I can express myself without the fear of typing something wrong as i can always correct it before sending it. Thank you technology.
texting in your cellphone is the easiest and most fun way of reading a text. There are still people out there that when they see the word text, they think of a book.
I would imagine that many people will be inspired to write about SMS texts and txtspk. So as this is my second entry for this word today, the first one using the word as a term for a manuscript, I thought I’d go for the modern age angle this time! Listen to that, anyone would think I was 80. I’m only 33! Geez, getting old before my time.
Now I’ve garbled and rambled on without even typing what I was planning to. That’s something old people do too, isn’t it? Ramble on.
I’m doomed aren’t I?
Wow, this looks like an easy word. This website revolves around texts. About words, to be more exact, the single entities that together make up the cosmos of sentences, and the galaxies fo texts.
Texts are the communication tool of the day! Everyone texts, from the kid down the block to your own grandmother (admittedly, she doesn’t do it well) but everyone texts! It’s how we talk to each other without really talking to each other.
First day huh? I didn’t think I’d ever make it this far. I always completely lacked ambition so actually knowing that tomorrow I will be standing in front of a class of kids, and getting paid for it! Well, I never thought it would ever happen.
Looking at the curriculum and this term’s syllabus, there’s actually some really good texts to teach and inspire these young people with.
Things have certainly changed since I was school age. Kids have the benefit of our knowing much more about the way we learn now, so copying off the board is dead. Unless they piss me off, that is! Ha! No, I expect they’e all little angels. I hope. Eeek!
Some text are so boring that you can’t stop reading them. It sounds weird, but it’s true. You read the text and think “I could do better.” Still you are afraid of failure. Texts are the most frightening thing on Earth.
words lines letter meanings behind black shapes language teaching scorning yearning heart and soul and blood and tears but also lies and mistakes, these are the things coming out of our hands and our pens
Ancient books slowly crumbling into an eternal solitude of yellowed, musty dusty. The combined collectivization of the communal madness of the most literate element of mankind, a twisting convolution of word, thought, emotion, dualism, and emptiness. In these tomes one may discover gems of pure love sparkling like many faceted jewels lying alongside the decaying corpse of a small, soft creature. Here there is everything. Here, there is no meaning whatsoever.
long sprawling conversations aimless fields of words no direction no location just beauty and thought and open sky and field with ideas springing up like wildflowers
People everywhere are communicating with others all the time. Never before have been able to quantify a general basis for thoughts that people have. We are constantly thinking and now for the first time we might be able to pool all that data and make something of what the general populace is actually thinking about quite often. The results are pretty much what you’d expect: friends, family, pets, shopping, and all those things we already figured people thought about, is now validated.
came to me each day and I couldn’t figure out who. every day from a different number. every day in a different language. until one day they stopped. i checked each morning and they stopped. I woke up in the morning to an empty phone. the phone rang out in the kitchen
I looked at the neon screen in the dark theater. I could clearly make out the phrase LOL stamped across it’s surface. The beep and boop of the buttons rang clearly throughout the otherwise silent theater. What could be so important that it couldn’t wait until the end. DIdn’t they see the talking candies in the beginning.
the lower words of the last generations vernacular are found on Roger’s vocabulary tests. He only thinks in fragmented words; blips of speech that are barely recognizable to his grandfather.
Texts from phones, in literature, text everywhere in our society. Messages from people, or messages for ourselves. Combinations of letters make words, combinations of words make texts, which give meaning to communications. Expression.
I walked slowly into the campus bookstore. I had to buy my textbooks. I browsed through the shelves and couldn’t seem to find the books I needed. I asked for the books and was surprised to find that they didn’t exist.
Language needs updating – constantly. At one point in time, the written words was the text, but now there’s so many texts. WE are bobarded with stimuli that can be interpredted as text. The’s the visual text of
really? i already wrote about this. i said that good morning texts from someone special are amazing. they completely make your day. then i said something about how there are other types of texts, as in literature. THEN i quoted the movie the mummy, y’know, the book of amun-ra otherwise known as the book of the deaaaad.
A slew of texts, littering tiny blacklit screens with technicolor vomit-inducing display images. They all begin the same way. They all end the same way. They always use the same emoticon.
You read the phrases with the regular blank expression. You feel nothing and scratch at the hair on the back of your hands. You don’t leave this room, or this house. This is the only way she can ever contact you.
The amount of texts between them was astonishing. One week of nonstop communication suddenly stopped. Once the relationship made its way into real life it just wasn’t the same anymore.
I got too much to say. I did, that was what I did, I said that I got too much to say. Plus a smiley face. The problem was that she just didn’t understand the emotion, because it wasn’t so much a happy smiley face, as a smile of ‘I know something you don’t know.’ More of a grin, I suppose. Either way… She deleted me from Facebook that same dang day!
I text Adam, a lot. mostly about stupid things. But it’s become such a big part of my dad I feel like something is missing when I don’t text him. He is really good at listening and it’s awesome to just talk to him.
I haven’t got any texts today. I also have not sent any texts today. Does that mean I’m not interesting enough to receive texts about things other people would like commentary on, or that I am not interesting enough to think of interesting things to ask other people for their commentary on?
Texts, we basically use them as every day communication. Want to tell someone something real quick? Hell, shoot them a text. Why talk to them when we can just type a couple words and get it over with. Make it short and sweet. Sometimes it’s really convenient, other times annoying. Like when people text you day and night.
They can be useful or simply used as a tool for idiots (most people) to communicate their idiot thoughts with each other. Texts were not popular in the 1990’s.
Warum schrieb er ihr die ganze Zeit? Sie wollte nicht mehr denken, nicht mehr an ihn, nicht mehr an die Möglichkeit von ihnen. Alles was sie wollte war Leere in ihrem Kopf, Lerre, Leere, Leere. Keine SMS von ihm, nicht sein Name, der auf dem Display aufleuchtete. Nichts mehr.
I think people spend too much time texting, especially teenagers. I think the most dangerous thing you can do is text and drive. I have tried it, and it is hard. I won’t do it again though. DON’T text and drive!!
Messages thought from others undifind answer times unlimited distance multictasking quesrition able
Annoying! Well, they weren’t allows annoying…text used to be just…text…now it’s an act…texting. I was told my brother was dead through a text. When did people stop talking? People date through text these days. Good luck with that!
The Problem Is At The Core
Hate.
Surging through,
left a disaster in it’s wake.
Illiteracy.
A word unbeknownst to those whom it defines,
it dominates the youth of the population.
Textz.
It dominates the youth of the population.
Unbeknownst to those whom it defines.
Illiteracy
left a disaster in it’s wake.
Surging through
hate.
I woke up to two texts this morning. One was from Timmmmm and the other from Tyler. Both guys are amazing to me. I text both of them often, but I only seem to hang out with Tim. why can’t I choose one guy. Why do I like the attention from both?
texts are helpful, but all to much – they tend to just be a simple way to say something without having to take much accountability for the actual meaning behind the phrase. In other cases, it’s a great way to get to know a stranger that may intrigue you. But mostly…I feel it such a distant way of going about things, and being able to think too much before you reply in conversation tends to lose the true essence of conversation as a whole.
Texts is one place where I can express myself without the fear of typing something wrong as i can always correct it before sending it. Thank you technology.
texting in your cellphone is the easiest and most fun way of reading a text. There are still people out there that when they see the word text, they think of a book.
I would imagine that many people will be inspired to write about SMS texts and txtspk. So as this is my second entry for this word today, the first one using the word as a term for a manuscript, I thought I’d go for the modern age angle this time! Listen to that, anyone would think I was 80. I’m only 33! Geez, getting old before my time.
Now I’ve garbled and rambled on without even typing what I was planning to. That’s something old people do too, isn’t it? Ramble on.
I’m doomed aren’t I?
Wow, this looks like an easy word. This website revolves around texts. About words, to be more exact, the single entities that together make up the cosmos of sentences, and the galaxies fo texts.
it’s been while since i’ve written, sweet one. but instead of catching up in text, i want to meet you virtually.
i want to see and hear your words come out.
slowly
with slumber and ecstasy.
with ease. baby we’re in the future. and in the future when you’re far war but want to be close, there’s more than texts that can draw us closer…
ok
Texts are the communication tool of the day! Everyone texts, from the kid down the block to your own grandmother (admittedly, she doesn’t do it well) but everyone texts! It’s how we talk to each other without really talking to each other.
First day huh? I didn’t think I’d ever make it this far. I always completely lacked ambition so actually knowing that tomorrow I will be standing in front of a class of kids, and getting paid for it! Well, I never thought it would ever happen.
Looking at the curriculum and this term’s syllabus, there’s actually some really good texts to teach and inspire these young people with.
Things have certainly changed since I was school age. Kids have the benefit of our knowing much more about the way we learn now, so copying off the board is dead. Unless they piss me off, that is! Ha! No, I expect they’e all little angels. I hope. Eeek!
text. the final frontier. it is the beggining, the start of all writing with out it we would not have stories, screen play, anything.
Some text are so boring that you can’t stop reading them. It sounds weird, but it’s true. You read the text and think “I could do better.” Still you are afraid of failure. Texts are the most frightening thing on Earth.
Maybe i spend too much time texting but its a good way to communicate with people. And without i probably never would have gotten a boyfriend.
the start of a relationship, maybe that’s what i hope for. But its happened before and i hope it does again only this time with alex not aidan.
words lines letter meanings behind black shapes language teaching scorning yearning heart and soul and blood and tears but also lies and mistakes, these are the things coming out of our hands and our pens
Ancient books slowly crumbling into an eternal solitude of yellowed, musty dusty. The combined collectivization of the communal madness of the most literate element of mankind, a twisting convolution of word, thought, emotion, dualism, and emptiness. In these tomes one may discover gems of pure love sparkling like many faceted jewels lying alongside the decaying corpse of a small, soft creature. Here there is everything. Here, there is no meaning whatsoever.
long sprawling conversations aimless fields of words no direction no location just beauty and thought and open sky and field with ideas springing up like wildflowers
People everywhere are communicating with others all the time. Never before have been able to quantify a general basis for thoughts that people have. We are constantly thinking and now for the first time we might be able to pool all that data and make something of what the general populace is actually thinking about quite often. The results are pretty much what you’d expect: friends, family, pets, shopping, and all those things we already figured people thought about, is now validated.
came to me each day and I couldn’t figure out who. every day from a different number. every day in a different language. until one day they stopped. i checked each morning and they stopped. I woke up in the morning to an empty phone. the phone rang out in the kitchen
She didn’t want to look. She knew who it was from, the person she hadn’t heard from since the day she hoped she’d never hear from them again.
She didn’t get it. She was the dump-er in this relationship. If anyone was supposed to come crawling back, it was her. But the dump-ee didn’t get it.
He never would.
He just kept texting.
I looked at the neon screen in the dark theater. I could clearly make out the phrase LOL stamped across it’s surface. The beep and boop of the buttons rang clearly throughout the otherwise silent theater. What could be so important that it couldn’t wait until the end. DIdn’t they see the talking candies in the beginning.
the lower words of the last generations vernacular are found on Roger’s vocabulary tests. He only thinks in fragmented words; blips of speech that are barely recognizable to his grandfather.
i never know what to say in a text, should i sound sexy or mysterious? Or should I just be me? Who am I?
Texts from phones, in literature, text everywhere in our society. Messages from people, or messages for ourselves. Combinations of letters make words, combinations of words make texts, which give meaning to communications. Expression.
I walked slowly into the campus bookstore. I had to buy my textbooks. I browsed through the shelves and couldn’t seem to find the books I needed. I asked for the books and was surprised to find that they didn’t exist.
Language needs updating – constantly. At one point in time, the written words was the text, but now there’s so many texts. WE are bobarded with stimuli that can be interpredted as text. The’s the visual text of
really? i already wrote about this. i said that good morning texts from someone special are amazing. they completely make your day. then i said something about how there are other types of texts, as in literature. THEN i quoted the movie the mummy, y’know, the book of amun-ra otherwise known as the book of the deaaaad.
A slew of texts, littering tiny blacklit screens with technicolor vomit-inducing display images. They all begin the same way. They all end the same way. They always use the same emoticon.
You read the phrases with the regular blank expression. You feel nothing and scratch at the hair on the back of your hands. You don’t leave this room, or this house. This is the only way she can ever contact you.
The amount of texts between them was astonishing. One week of nonstop communication suddenly stopped. Once the relationship made its way into real life it just wasn’t the same anymore.
I got too much to say. I did, that was what I did, I said that I got too much to say. Plus a smiley face. The problem was that she just didn’t understand the emotion, because it wasn’t so much a happy smiley face, as a smile of ‘I know something you don’t know.’ More of a grin, I suppose. Either way… She deleted me from Facebook that same dang day!
Something many use everyday, instead of a phone call to get across what they need to say.
I text Adam, a lot. mostly about stupid things. But it’s become such a big part of my dad I feel like something is missing when I don’t text him. He is really good at listening and it’s awesome to just talk to him.
I haven’t got any texts today. I also have not sent any texts today. Does that mean I’m not interesting enough to receive texts about things other people would like commentary on, or that I am not interesting enough to think of interesting things to ask other people for their commentary on?
Texts, we basically use them as every day communication. Want to tell someone something real quick? Hell, shoot them a text. Why talk to them when we can just type a couple words and get it over with. Make it short and sweet. Sometimes it’s really convenient, other times annoying. Like when people text you day and night.
They can be useful or simply used as a tool for idiots (most people) to communicate their idiot thoughts with each other. Texts were not popular in the 1990’s.
Warum schrieb er ihr die ganze Zeit? Sie wollte nicht mehr denken, nicht mehr an ihn, nicht mehr an die Möglichkeit von ihnen. Alles was sie wollte war Leere in ihrem Kopf, Lerre, Leere, Leere. Keine SMS von ihm, nicht sein Name, der auf dem Display aufleuchtete. Nichts mehr.
I think people spend too much time texting, especially teenagers. I think the most dangerous thing you can do is text and drive. I have tried it, and it is hard. I won’t do it again though. DON’T text and drive!!