brick is something that builds houses. houses are homes, and it is at home that the heart is. a persons soul can be explained by the heart in his actions. so in essence… a brick may describe the truth in someones hear; or it may just be a word.
Kyle
This makes me think of marijuana. I used to smoke a lot of it. In fact I broke my pipe about 3 weeks ago because I wanted to quit. I’m glad I did, but these past few weeks have been rough.
Sally
red things will always make me think of heat. I like the way red things feel as they get hot. Bricks also make me think of mexican people and the way they actually make them. I have always wanted to make a brick or something of that nature, it looks like fun
charlie
My head hits the brick walls of unreal love.
Laska
daydreaming
Laska
on saturday i went to the brick furniture department store to purchase a dvd player. I was approached by a salesman who proceeded to pressure me into buying the extended warranty. I said i havent even bought the damn thing yet and threw it in his face.
Zofs
solid, dependable, always there, suburban. Safe as houses. Don’t have to paint them. Clinker, Camberwell, lucky families with safe doors, big backyards. Ah clinker bricks.
Jo
The brick building stood in the alley way for more years than most could remember. So when they went to tear the building down none expected to have anyone not say anything about it.
Brenda
the brich house was alone in it’s absolute imobile nature. even the statuesc trees swayed with the deep summer wind: yet the house just remained in it’s foundation, unyeilding to the tug and push of the wind
kimberly
There is a brick in a wall and it’s red and it’s sad and lonely and it’s crumbling. It sees people walking through the town, and it hears the bleak honking of horns, and it feels the slightly acidic rain wearing and tearing it down, but it can’t move. It can’t cry out. It knows that it has to hold up this wall, even if it doesn’t really want to. The wall is the most important thing in its life, and that makes the brick slightly depressed.
Avery
she’s a…
brick…
hoooowwwwuse
michelle
Bricks of red atop the building fall flat on my head. Pounding pain, square in size, is on my mind.
Jacq
square and round, sometimes. Heavy and housed. Brown? Does a cinderblock count? Is that how you spell cinderblock? It’s not really a brick. Once I threw a brick at a friend. We’re not friends anymore. For different reasons.
T. Campbell
house, red brick house at the corner of a quaint little subdivision, home ownership and home owner association. Crap about people telling you what in the hell you can paint your mailbox! Screw that! Put a freakin pink flamingo in your yard and tell them to bite you!
Belle
Brick by brick. Piece by piece. This movie is tearing my sanity apart. Fuck Across the Universe.
Nat Yonce
When I think of bricks the color red comes to mind. Red is often known as a a symbol for love, but it is also a representative of courage and respect. You would hurt yourself if you ran into one. Bricks smell like nothing and are entertaining.
shanna
She’s the brick and I’m drowning slowly.
anonymous
Someone once told me you don’t throw a brick, you chuck a brick. Referring to when you chuck a brick at someone else’s head. It probably does a lot of damage to someone’s skull, getting hit with a 4 pound cement brick. I wish that this were not what I thought of first…
keith
The brick wall was thick with snow as I sat staring into the street lamp on the corner of 32nd and vine. I was wondering how I would survive the upcoming winter cold without a winter jacket and a good pair of snow shoes. I once owned all the thing necessary to survive the cold winters of Colorado. But an avalanche wiped out my entire home and now here I sit staring into the street lamp on 32nd and Vine wondering…wishing…wondering and wishing some more. My conclusion, life is strange that’s for sure!
sumeyye
brick brick brick
ghazalpirzada
Well I think about a brick of coke. or weed. I guess coke doesn’t come in bricks. I’ve never done coke anyway. I also think shit brick. That was that dude with the glasses’ name in American Pie. That movie was not realistic. I would fuck stiflers mom tho. I’d fuck anybody…
John
Bricks are the foundation of houses. You also crap bricks when scared.
Nacho
Once upon a time there was a brick. It was all there. All there to smoke
Indulge
brick in frodo’s mouth, yeah bitch, do it, fuck that little hobbit bitch. We’ll skin him alive and wear his hair on our crotches, so we can pretend to have pubic hair, because we’re twelve.
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Red Harring
the wall a brick in the driveway the young man picked it up and with out thinking through it at the window. then he ran. fast.
Nicole LaJeunesse
its a solid rock used to build walls and buildings…..i sometimes have the urge to throw a brick at stupid people…bricks are usually red. yay!
heidi
There was a brick in the middle of the road.
I stooped to pick it up. I found it was much to heavy for me to lift on my own so I searched out a friend walking by. I called for my friend to come and assist. Together we lifted the brick and found it was made gold. We were ricH.
Sherry
She remembered the way his feet had slapped hard against the cold brick as he walked out of his house to let her in. She’d only been there once before, and now, here he was letting her in. Tall– taller she thought that when she’d first met him two years ago. Taller than she’d ever known anyone else to be.
Aime
Bricks can smash and bludgeon.
Bricks can build and create.
Bricks can yin.
Bricks can yang.
Reid
the house was made of bricks. thick, red, crumbling bricks that were stacked one on top of the other years ago. no one new who had put them there or exactly when it had happened, but there they stood, perfectly arranged…yet not. it was a strange house. i hated it.
majestic
the wall was huge. how was i to know it would be that big? when i was a child, it seemed big all right, but not that big. this thing was gigantic. normally things grow larger with time, especially in light of a child’s eyes, but this… this was immense. i couldn’t think.
laura verity
The red tiles over the vertical side of the building, it towered over me. i was scared to death of what i was about to enter into. a contract. a covenant. i presumed they would all be waiting for me, although i would never of waited for them.
Nick Arnot
Write a note, either on the brick or attached to it with a string, and throw the brick. Through a window, at their face, in their mailbox, at their mom, in their shower, whatever. Don’t just make your point heard, make it FELT!
Ron
i would like to build a large brick house. not any brick house, but one that conveys my joy for life. how could one achieve such a feat you ask? simple. dedication.
corey
A bricks just a brick, really. It’s small, and hard, but it can break. It’s easily moved. It isn’t until you get a whole bunch of them, in a pile or stacked way up high, on on top of the other, that it becomes something else. A road block, a wall. Something in your way.
P.
Bricked when they found her with another man, and he stood there watching her die in pain and agony!! this was the face of my country Afganistan…
khaled
a solid object. rectangular in shape, often a brownish red color. used to build a wall, or smash someones head in. somehting so small that weighs a lot. if you have a lot of them together they weigh a lot more. especially in a purse. can be glued together with paste. or stacked. used to keep people out.
alaina
In reality, this has nothing at all to do with writing about a brick, or whatever the word may be. All it is is a chance for self important people to write where people will see it. Then they’ll feel connected. Why don’t they just go make some friends?
Cliff
she dropped the brick off the bridge and hit the old mans cap. the brick it bounced and flipped and smashed on top his tiny dog. the dog it barked and knawed the brick and spat it in the air. the brick it fell on top his flea and all the world was fair.
Michael Harper
Maaan. Like I keep sayin, the word needs to update more often. THis whole same word everyday for a week thing is really starting to get to me. This site would be perf if there was a new word everyday. At the very least.
I am about to upgrade my laptop’s hard-drive. I am taking out the 80 GB and replacing it with a brick.
brick is something that builds houses. houses are homes, and it is at home that the heart is. a persons soul can be explained by the heart in his actions. so in essence… a brick may describe the truth in someones hear; or it may just be a word.
This makes me think of marijuana. I used to smoke a lot of it. In fact I broke my pipe about 3 weeks ago because I wanted to quit. I’m glad I did, but these past few weeks have been rough.
red things will always make me think of heat. I like the way red things feel as they get hot. Bricks also make me think of mexican people and the way they actually make them. I have always wanted to make a brick or something of that nature, it looks like fun
My head hits the brick walls of unreal love.
daydreaming
on saturday i went to the brick furniture department store to purchase a dvd player. I was approached by a salesman who proceeded to pressure me into buying the extended warranty. I said i havent even bought the damn thing yet and threw it in his face.
solid, dependable, always there, suburban. Safe as houses. Don’t have to paint them. Clinker, Camberwell, lucky families with safe doors, big backyards. Ah clinker bricks.
The brick building stood in the alley way for more years than most could remember. So when they went to tear the building down none expected to have anyone not say anything about it.
the brich house was alone in it’s absolute imobile nature. even the statuesc trees swayed with the deep summer wind: yet the house just remained in it’s foundation, unyeilding to the tug and push of the wind
There is a brick in a wall and it’s red and it’s sad and lonely and it’s crumbling. It sees people walking through the town, and it hears the bleak honking of horns, and it feels the slightly acidic rain wearing and tearing it down, but it can’t move. It can’t cry out. It knows that it has to hold up this wall, even if it doesn’t really want to. The wall is the most important thing in its life, and that makes the brick slightly depressed.
she’s a…
brick…
hoooowwwwuse
Bricks of red atop the building fall flat on my head. Pounding pain, square in size, is on my mind.
square and round, sometimes. Heavy and housed. Brown? Does a cinderblock count? Is that how you spell cinderblock? It’s not really a brick. Once I threw a brick at a friend. We’re not friends anymore. For different reasons.
house, red brick house at the corner of a quaint little subdivision, home ownership and home owner association. Crap about people telling you what in the hell you can paint your mailbox! Screw that! Put a freakin pink flamingo in your yard and tell them to bite you!
Brick by brick. Piece by piece. This movie is tearing my sanity apart. Fuck Across the Universe.
When I think of bricks the color red comes to mind. Red is often known as a a symbol for love, but it is also a representative of courage and respect. You would hurt yourself if you ran into one. Bricks smell like nothing and are entertaining.
She’s the brick and I’m drowning slowly.
Someone once told me you don’t throw a brick, you chuck a brick. Referring to when you chuck a brick at someone else’s head. It probably does a lot of damage to someone’s skull, getting hit with a 4 pound cement brick. I wish that this were not what I thought of first…
The brick wall was thick with snow as I sat staring into the street lamp on the corner of 32nd and vine. I was wondering how I would survive the upcoming winter cold without a winter jacket and a good pair of snow shoes. I once owned all the thing necessary to survive the cold winters of Colorado. But an avalanche wiped out my entire home and now here I sit staring into the street lamp on 32nd and Vine wondering…wishing…wondering and wishing some more. My conclusion, life is strange that’s for sure!
brick brick brick
Well I think about a brick of coke. or weed. I guess coke doesn’t come in bricks. I’ve never done coke anyway. I also think shit brick. That was that dude with the glasses’ name in American Pie. That movie was not realistic. I would fuck stiflers mom tho. I’d fuck anybody…
Bricks are the foundation of houses. You also crap bricks when scared.
Once upon a time there was a brick. It was all there. All there to smoke
brick in frodo’s mouth, yeah bitch, do it, fuck that little hobbit bitch. We’ll skin him alive and wear his hair on our crotches, so we can pretend to have pubic hair, because we’re twelve.
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the wall a brick in the driveway the young man picked it up and with out thinking through it at the window. then he ran. fast.
its a solid rock used to build walls and buildings…..i sometimes have the urge to throw a brick at stupid people…bricks are usually red. yay!
There was a brick in the middle of the road.
I stooped to pick it up. I found it was much to heavy for me to lift on my own so I searched out a friend walking by. I called for my friend to come and assist. Together we lifted the brick and found it was made gold. We were ricH.
She remembered the way his feet had slapped hard against the cold brick as he walked out of his house to let her in. She’d only been there once before, and now, here he was letting her in. Tall– taller she thought that when she’d first met him two years ago. Taller than she’d ever known anyone else to be.
Bricks can smash and bludgeon.
Bricks can build and create.
Bricks can yin.
Bricks can yang.
the house was made of bricks. thick, red, crumbling bricks that were stacked one on top of the other years ago. no one new who had put them there or exactly when it had happened, but there they stood, perfectly arranged…yet not. it was a strange house. i hated it.
the wall was huge. how was i to know it would be that big? when i was a child, it seemed big all right, but not that big. this thing was gigantic. normally things grow larger with time, especially in light of a child’s eyes, but this… this was immense. i couldn’t think.
The red tiles over the vertical side of the building, it towered over me. i was scared to death of what i was about to enter into. a contract. a covenant. i presumed they would all be waiting for me, although i would never of waited for them.
Write a note, either on the brick or attached to it with a string, and throw the brick. Through a window, at their face, in their mailbox, at their mom, in their shower, whatever. Don’t just make your point heard, make it FELT!
i would like to build a large brick house. not any brick house, but one that conveys my joy for life. how could one achieve such a feat you ask? simple. dedication.
A bricks just a brick, really. It’s small, and hard, but it can break. It’s easily moved. It isn’t until you get a whole bunch of them, in a pile or stacked way up high, on on top of the other, that it becomes something else. A road block, a wall. Something in your way.
Bricked when they found her with another man, and he stood there watching her die in pain and agony!! this was the face of my country Afganistan…
a solid object. rectangular in shape, often a brownish red color. used to build a wall, or smash someones head in. somehting so small that weighs a lot. if you have a lot of them together they weigh a lot more. especially in a purse. can be glued together with paste. or stacked. used to keep people out.
In reality, this has nothing at all to do with writing about a brick, or whatever the word may be. All it is is a chance for self important people to write where people will see it. Then they’ll feel connected. Why don’t they just go make some friends?
she dropped the brick off the bridge and hit the old mans cap. the brick it bounced and flipped and smashed on top his tiny dog. the dog it barked and knawed the brick and spat it in the air. the brick it fell on top his flea and all the world was fair.
Maaan. Like I keep sayin, the word needs to update more often. THis whole same word everyday for a week thing is really starting to get to me. This site would be perf if there was a new word everyday. At the very least.
I am about to upgrade my laptop’s hard-drive. I am taking out the 80 GB and replacing it with a brick.