on the floor of the cutting room lay the scene she’d so long dreaded, reduced to a snip of shine and image in the darkness.
zora
I went to the corner because I had to think. I had to escape from that feeling I had so I went. I locked the door behind me and walked to the corner. I looked around me, my eyes heavy and my brain fuzzy. I looked down and there was a clip on the ground. A hair clip. Red, rusted, pathetic. I bent over to pick it up thinking to myself…
rgreenbe
In this clip the lady is discussing the effects the birds have on the movement of the water. There is heavy cloud coverage and it appears as thoug it may raIN Soon so she may very well be able to show a good example of this. As the wind blows, the reporters jacket flies up around her head and knock over the container of birds
melissa k
Newspaper. Photo. Sample. What you want to remember. What you want to project. Something distinct, something important, something astonishing. A glimpse, a taste.
Kasey
there was once a clip on a bag of chips and in my hair but now it feels like it has migrated into that space between my lungs and my heart, that little part that twists and turns and rots and hugs and smiles and spills a little all at once and especially during times when you need it the least, it is there, that little clip. just waiting. to clip. like it should.
kim m
And after all that preparing in school. He then joined a gang, twelve days later, he got clipped.
Nick
The blank clip fell out as he cocked his rifle and screamed. I think that’s the best movie trailer I’ve ever seen, because, even though it’s only a clip, it shows so much depth of character in the protagonist. You can see in his short-clipped hair and brusque manners that he’s not someone to be messed with.
Tiffany
Clip. The sound shakes and trembles my body into an object of constant fidgeting. Like an engine that doesn’t turn off. Like the epileptic kid on a Sunday morning. Like the never ending ringing of a worried lover’s vibrating phone.
Robby Hatfield
Clip, the stray dog ate the water. The brussels in the garden, the elio in the halycon sun. This is the kind of bullshit you inspire. I champion your long dress. I wear your glances like a shroud, if you’ve heard that one before. I would meet you in any stung alley in the morning. For breakfast, we could eat stars.
Leah
Clipping his hair. It felt so weird. it was a break in the normal interaction we’ve always had. Father. Such an odd idea. He is and he isn’t. I’ve always kept a certain distance with the word “step”, but in cutting his hair, it trimmed a little from the distance between us.
Elleigha
i either think of hair clip or movie clip. i just bought a beautiful danforth pewter hair clip, it’s very nice. holds all of my hair together elegantly. favorite movie is mean girls, just watched a funny youtube clip about a man who makes up songs.
Emma
a paper clip is a fine thing to behold, unless it’s the stupid paper clip that pops up as you are writing in microsoft word. That is Satan’s paper clip, a demon sent from hell to torture those who wish simply to write a word document.
Alex
cutting out a memory, to be saved forever, taking a piece of someone else with you. Leaving a piece of you behind. cutting, nagging, taking, losing, gaining, leaving, loving.
Elizabeth
clip.
i’m writing this to delay writing my essay, to be honest
call it procrastination call it irresponsible, but i feel like at this point my mind is just stagnant
and the sight of all these draft papers in front of me
clipped together or not
is driving me off the wall
chris
there was a clip and one day he desided that he wonted to unbend. so he went up to someone and was like hey. can u unbend me. and that person was like. OH HELL YA!!! turns out there idea of unbend was not what clip had thought of. so now clip is traumatized. poor clip. ): clip wonders about scarred that someone would “unbend” him the way the other person did. until one day someone came along and he WONTED that person to “unbend” him the way that other person did….
alajah taylor
A small clip. The tiny little thing that goes in your hair. That holds your chip bags shut, so they remain fresh. The things that might hold your cell phone to your pants. Yet… They are a natural thing in this society now. They are depended upon. Just a single little Clip…
Aaron Harper
there was a clip and one day he desided that he wonted to unbend. so he went up to someone and was like hey. can u unbend me. and that person was like. OH HELL YA!!! turns out there idea of unbend was not what clip had thought of. so now clip is traumatized. poor clip.
Alajah
had a clp once that went on a bag of chps
the clp was blue
i got the clp for free when i went ice skating in pittsburgh
i gave ti to aman named chip that i met at a party that night
Eliza
The major was unimpressed. “What the dickens is this?” he yelled, his clipped mustache quivering violently.
Serenaki
The clip disappeared as I blew my rage at the people. I dived down to reload and as I was under, I realized what the hell I was doing. I was ignoring what my parents had taught me and all I had believed in to “serve” my country.
Dan
clip art. Images stored on the computer. Confuse and random thoughts. Give way to coherent, orderly, right. Vindication is found in the lack of entropy.
Richard
My favorite hair clip broke today. i was rather pissed and not sure where i’d be able to find another one. Speaking of clip, I also considered purchasing a clip board today to keep some of my papers together and transferable. I also clipped a st
britt
One day I promise I’ll reach the stars. Nothing anyone says will ever change that. I will change the world for the better. My face will be on a dollar bill. I will be someone. I will go to Harvard Law. I will be rich. I will be someone.
Alicia Dias
The clip, clip of the scissors, dancing lightly on the tips of the woman’s hair. Not a large cut, but one that would impress the man who moved into the apartment across the hallway. She always left a dandelion at his front door.
Ivy
Love, hate, Im not sure where am I or what am I doing, I just like to be part of it, to feel and to love, I like to wave my hand when the music is souning and to learn new lenguages, I know I have the whole time in my hands because the time is now and I will enjoy everything I am
Orlando Bruno
I can never find a hair clip when my bangs are in my eyes
Bridgette
Clip, so many meaning. Do you belong in my hair? How about my paper? Would you like to hold the protiens together that grow at the top of my head? Would you like to hold together the work f my knowledge for the past 2 weeks? Or are the the kind of clip in guns? Do you end lives, destroy families? But… What if your owner was a barber? Perhaps change the face of a nation with the clipping of a customer. I’ll never know, sweet clip.
Daklon
Clip. One second, one scene, one sound. Rushing together, the moments form a reel telling a story that no one wants to listen to. Clip. clip. clip. clip. clip. Do they even connect? Over minutes, over years, over lifetimes. Clip. Clip. Clip. End scene.
Tristin
i like to wear clips in my hair. mostly so it won’t get in my face, but some clips are decorative, used only for beautifying and making dark locks more colorful. those are nice, too. i think everyone likes clips. even paper clips. so bendy and nice. i love them.
vicky
clip this and that to every little thing, living the abundance of life we so deserve full of love and light and passion filled enjoyment celebrating the dark and light of our becoming and our going residing in the ever ending light
of our profound desires…
Justin
clip into the belay system. “on belay?” “belay is on.” “climbing?” “climb on.”
on rock?
rock on.
Kendra
My world is confusing. I have such big dreams and ambitions, yet I feel stuck in place. I want so much, but feel constrained and unsure of where to go – mostly because I don’t want to upset or disappoint anyone else. I want to be happy, I want to make others happy, I want someone by my side to help me get there. I want and I need to get “doing”.
ctb
Clip board dripping blood, stuck in his head, stuck in with the swelling. I told him I wasn’t ready to parallel park, but he wouldn’t listen to me. Time for a Slurpy, meeting my friends at the mall.
Grace
They took off at a good clip. 37 mega hurtz per kila blitz, so you get the picture. No on knew what was at the end, but it had to be that way. Who would run towards a mega mall? One more pair of high heels? You have to just be glad that you are running at all.
Randolfo
clips are pretty cool, you can use them to hold pieces of paper together…they’re so usefull when you don’t want a messy office or workplace. there’s also hair clips, they hold your hair in place…clips are a good invention.
Benjie Dodsworth
Clip clip clip. Clipping our way through the woods, as we walk through the underbrush. I hear the clipping and I love the noise.
Jaimie
There’s a clip I see, holding in her hair.
She;s beautiful, with it pulled back and flawless.
I wonder what it would be like, to pull that clip from her hair.
And let it fall, softly, to her shoulders.
Beautiful almond hair against milk skin.
Jesta
the clip clicks as it slips in the gun. no time for questions no time for answers. click click bang and a dull hard thud. no one wears a clip like a damned soul.
Dane
To clip is to bring together, or the ammunition in a gun, or to barely hit something. Such diverse meanings, brought together by the eccentric needs of a wild and even more diverse language. The English language truly is impressive and wonderful. Clippers are an NBA team, though no one pays them mind.
Matthew Mosquera
a hair clip is on my window shade i put it there so i wouldnt forget about it
on the floor of the cutting room lay the scene she’d so long dreaded, reduced to a snip of shine and image in the darkness.
I went to the corner because I had to think. I had to escape from that feeling I had so I went. I locked the door behind me and walked to the corner. I looked around me, my eyes heavy and my brain fuzzy. I looked down and there was a clip on the ground. A hair clip. Red, rusted, pathetic. I bent over to pick it up thinking to myself…
In this clip the lady is discussing the effects the birds have on the movement of the water. There is heavy cloud coverage and it appears as thoug it may raIN Soon so she may very well be able to show a good example of this. As the wind blows, the reporters jacket flies up around her head and knock over the container of birds
Newspaper. Photo. Sample. What you want to remember. What you want to project. Something distinct, something important, something astonishing. A glimpse, a taste.
there was once a clip on a bag of chips and in my hair but now it feels like it has migrated into that space between my lungs and my heart, that little part that twists and turns and rots and hugs and smiles and spills a little all at once and especially during times when you need it the least, it is there, that little clip. just waiting. to clip. like it should.
And after all that preparing in school. He then joined a gang, twelve days later, he got clipped.
The blank clip fell out as he cocked his rifle and screamed. I think that’s the best movie trailer I’ve ever seen, because, even though it’s only a clip, it shows so much depth of character in the protagonist. You can see in his short-clipped hair and brusque manners that he’s not someone to be messed with.
Clip. The sound shakes and trembles my body into an object of constant fidgeting. Like an engine that doesn’t turn off. Like the epileptic kid on a Sunday morning. Like the never ending ringing of a worried lover’s vibrating phone.
Clip, the stray dog ate the water. The brussels in the garden, the elio in the halycon sun. This is the kind of bullshit you inspire. I champion your long dress. I wear your glances like a shroud, if you’ve heard that one before. I would meet you in any stung alley in the morning. For breakfast, we could eat stars.
Clipping his hair. It felt so weird. it was a break in the normal interaction we’ve always had. Father. Such an odd idea. He is and he isn’t. I’ve always kept a certain distance with the word “step”, but in cutting his hair, it trimmed a little from the distance between us.
i either think of hair clip or movie clip. i just bought a beautiful danforth pewter hair clip, it’s very nice. holds all of my hair together elegantly. favorite movie is mean girls, just watched a funny youtube clip about a man who makes up songs.
a paper clip is a fine thing to behold, unless it’s the stupid paper clip that pops up as you are writing in microsoft word. That is Satan’s paper clip, a demon sent from hell to torture those who wish simply to write a word document.
cutting out a memory, to be saved forever, taking a piece of someone else with you. Leaving a piece of you behind. cutting, nagging, taking, losing, gaining, leaving, loving.
clip.
i’m writing this to delay writing my essay, to be honest
call it procrastination call it irresponsible, but i feel like at this point my mind is just stagnant
and the sight of all these draft papers in front of me
clipped together or not
is driving me off the wall
there was a clip and one day he desided that he wonted to unbend. so he went up to someone and was like hey. can u unbend me. and that person was like. OH HELL YA!!! turns out there idea of unbend was not what clip had thought of. so now clip is traumatized. poor clip. ): clip wonders about scarred that someone would “unbend” him the way the other person did. until one day someone came along and he WONTED that person to “unbend” him the way that other person did….
A small clip. The tiny little thing that goes in your hair. That holds your chip bags shut, so they remain fresh. The things that might hold your cell phone to your pants. Yet… They are a natural thing in this society now. They are depended upon. Just a single little Clip…
there was a clip and one day he desided that he wonted to unbend. so he went up to someone and was like hey. can u unbend me. and that person was like. OH HELL YA!!! turns out there idea of unbend was not what clip had thought of. so now clip is traumatized. poor clip.
had a clp once that went on a bag of chps
the clp was blue
i got the clp for free when i went ice skating in pittsburgh
i gave ti to aman named chip that i met at a party that night
The major was unimpressed. “What the dickens is this?” he yelled, his clipped mustache quivering violently.
The clip disappeared as I blew my rage at the people. I dived down to reload and as I was under, I realized what the hell I was doing. I was ignoring what my parents had taught me and all I had believed in to “serve” my country.
clip art. Images stored on the computer. Confuse and random thoughts. Give way to coherent, orderly, right. Vindication is found in the lack of entropy.
My favorite hair clip broke today. i was rather pissed and not sure where i’d be able to find another one. Speaking of clip, I also considered purchasing a clip board today to keep some of my papers together and transferable. I also clipped a st
One day I promise I’ll reach the stars. Nothing anyone says will ever change that. I will change the world for the better. My face will be on a dollar bill. I will be someone. I will go to Harvard Law. I will be rich. I will be someone.
The clip, clip of the scissors, dancing lightly on the tips of the woman’s hair. Not a large cut, but one that would impress the man who moved into the apartment across the hallway. She always left a dandelion at his front door.
Love, hate, Im not sure where am I or what am I doing, I just like to be part of it, to feel and to love, I like to wave my hand when the music is souning and to learn new lenguages, I know I have the whole time in my hands because the time is now and I will enjoy everything I am
I can never find a hair clip when my bangs are in my eyes
Clip, so many meaning. Do you belong in my hair? How about my paper? Would you like to hold the protiens together that grow at the top of my head? Would you like to hold together the work f my knowledge for the past 2 weeks? Or are the the kind of clip in guns? Do you end lives, destroy families? But… What if your owner was a barber? Perhaps change the face of a nation with the clipping of a customer. I’ll never know, sweet clip.
Clip. One second, one scene, one sound. Rushing together, the moments form a reel telling a story that no one wants to listen to. Clip. clip. clip. clip. clip. Do they even connect? Over minutes, over years, over lifetimes. Clip. Clip. Clip. End scene.
i like to wear clips in my hair. mostly so it won’t get in my face, but some clips are decorative, used only for beautifying and making dark locks more colorful. those are nice, too. i think everyone likes clips. even paper clips. so bendy and nice. i love them.
clip this and that to every little thing, living the abundance of life we so deserve full of love and light and passion filled enjoyment celebrating the dark and light of our becoming and our going residing in the ever ending light
of our profound desires…
clip into the belay system. “on belay?” “belay is on.” “climbing?” “climb on.”
on rock?
rock on.
My world is confusing. I have such big dreams and ambitions, yet I feel stuck in place. I want so much, but feel constrained and unsure of where to go – mostly because I don’t want to upset or disappoint anyone else. I want to be happy, I want to make others happy, I want someone by my side to help me get there. I want and I need to get “doing”.
Clip board dripping blood, stuck in his head, stuck in with the swelling. I told him I wasn’t ready to parallel park, but he wouldn’t listen to me. Time for a Slurpy, meeting my friends at the mall.
They took off at a good clip. 37 mega hurtz per kila blitz, so you get the picture. No on knew what was at the end, but it had to be that way. Who would run towards a mega mall? One more pair of high heels? You have to just be glad that you are running at all.
clips are pretty cool, you can use them to hold pieces of paper together…they’re so usefull when you don’t want a messy office or workplace. there’s also hair clips, they hold your hair in place…clips are a good invention.
Clip clip clip. Clipping our way through the woods, as we walk through the underbrush. I hear the clipping and I love the noise.
There’s a clip I see, holding in her hair.
She;s beautiful, with it pulled back and flawless.
I wonder what it would be like, to pull that clip from her hair.
And let it fall, softly, to her shoulders.
Beautiful almond hair against milk skin.
the clip clicks as it slips in the gun. no time for questions no time for answers. click click bang and a dull hard thud. no one wears a clip like a damned soul.
To clip is to bring together, or the ammunition in a gun, or to barely hit something. Such diverse meanings, brought together by the eccentric needs of a wild and even more diverse language. The English language truly is impressive and wonderful. Clippers are an NBA team, though no one pays them mind.
a hair clip is on my window shade i put it there so i wouldnt forget about it