katieriley
Pits..ARM. Pits. Smelly armpits. Sweat stains. Working out. Running. Bench pressing. Oooh I'm good at bench pressing. I can bench press like 80 pounds. How super amazing is that. It is sper amazing. be jealous. And don't get sweat stains.
Mmmmm I think of crazy people with really strange and basically horrible jobs that just spread propoganda and stand in front of green screens instead of getting out in the field. They give people an excuse to be lazy and not get off their butts and find things out on their own.
Beep beep beeeeeeeep. I think of heart monitors, brain monitors, all health monitors. Little devices that sit by your bedside and beep to your heartbeat. They keep up with your life and keep up with your death. They can see you. They can feel you.
God, God, only God, always God. He was first. He created all of the humans that say they are first. First to realize something or come up with a "genius" idea. He rules over all of creation beause, well, it's His. He is the definition of primitive.
welp my shorthand is like yo whatup how you be whats up yknow how goes it. Pretty fly, right? Yeah, I know. Actually my shorthand is talking to myself. Not sure if thats what shorthand means but y'know it's whatever broski. Well this is interesting.
mmmmmmmmmm music. I think of bluegrass breaks, where the mandolin or banjo player gets loud and does his/her thing. I think of lovely classical music where, because there are no lyrics, you can just listen, sway, and create your own meaning for the song. I think of classic rock with its beautiful, real electric guitar and bass breaks, just making me jump with joy and be so psyched for summer I can barely control myself.
Separate. All I think of is people who love each other being apart. I think of the devestation and lonliness you feel. Hopelessness surrounds you and you strive for some form of fulfillment. Whether you are willingly separated or separated by force, you both feel a sort of emptiness that only comes from a pain in the heart.
Puddles and poodles and poodles in puddles is what comes to mind, dear sir. And now I find myself speaking and thinking like an English fellow, skipping alongside the road, splashing in puddles without a care in the world, passing all the precocious ladies with their poodles in their arms or in a handbag.
pins and needles! Then I wonder where pins and needles come from. They seem like a curse of being ansty. When you want to move but you cant. When you want to get up and hop around but you cant. Mostly caused from boredom or sitting in class for long periods of time. And sewing has lots of pins, too.
BASEBALL. Woohooo! The catcher is the person with the funnky gear who looks like a midget and who's knees probably hurt tons because they constantly kneel. Also, baseball is amazing. It's fun to watch and fun to play and it's fun to tie-dye baseball pants. Yes that is what catchers make me think of.
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