I wish that I had a convertible. I bet that everyone writes that. I bet that everyone writes that and then quickly realizes that everyone writes that and comments on it. Suddenly the image of me in a red convertible fades to me thinking what everyone else is thinking and my American dream is the same dream that everyone else is having and I am fading too.
M
The act of being what is needed at one particular moment in time
me
I once had a car
it’s color was as white
as snow
As a dove
it flew
but it was
only my convertible.
FruG-Forest
I always wanted to have a convertible, the classic daydream…top down, riding off into the sunset. I don’t know where I am driving to, just that it is not here…it is somewhere else…somewhere mysterious and full of hope. Proof that life is convertible.
glo
car that is red with a black top that shrinks down and drives fast and lets girls hair flow in the wind or some hippie dippie dudes.
sam
the car was driving so fast and the wind was in my hair. as the hat was on the pavement now. no more hat. so what, it cost 4 bucks. my brothers girlfriend was driving. but that is over now. she said, ” you need to have some ambition for Some thing
sharappa
a car that is convertible ist cool and nice for the ladys :). Converting an ugly guy into a pimp.
Konstantin
cars are convertable but also many other things, such as people, whom are extremely flexible and maliable. you can convert fraction from improper to proper thus making them convertable. the new eos from volkwagaon is a convertable and affordable to but i cant afford it.
Aneil Maharaj
Convertible bra – it has many straps and latches for wearing with many dresses. I guess it doesn’t matter if you can’t find a dress you need for a fancy occasion. Or if the only dresses that you’d even consider are strapless, but you don’t have enough cleavage to hold up one of these dresses. Really, it’s annoying that women have to worry about ridiculous things like bras and converting them. I’m done with this subject.
Katie
is a car that’s top can come on and off, whichever you choose, and it is usualy very expensive.
michelle
Racing through with the windows down and screaming the lyrics to my favourite song over the oh-so- fragile speakers. There would be no worries in the world, and we’d jazz round the corners and into a red hot speed, just like how I thought it’d be.
miyo
my dad likes convertible cars. and he always wants to have the top down when he’s driving them, and it drives me nuts because my hair is curly and tangly and that doesn’t help my cause when the wind tangles it even further. it’d be cool if people could convert like a car can — top down and stuff. but I don’t know how that’d work, exactly. which part would come down? hm. would it be different for guys and girls?
Luna
the hundred humming tired red caught the edge of the sidewalk and all the fire hydrants and dogs, children and dalmations everyone chasing the water everyone smiling the sky foaming the convertible humming grinning with its headlights pizza slices grinning blood vessels freckles gaps in teeth full stride joggers
Aviv Cohn
life is so convertible i can’t tell you. İ like convertable objects.
Lİfe is better with convertable things, you knuw. i love life, too. i am a happy person? what about you? are you a happy person?
lets see…
q
it’s red and it’s carrying my baby. blonde with sunglasses and red lipstick too. and it’s 1985. and i’m 3 years old i suppose. that’s weird isn’t t? but that’s how it goes in this crazy world we live in. 3 year olds get all the action from the hot blondes in convertibles
eli
I’ve always wanted to own a convertible. I don’t really care which type of car it is. There’s no feeling like driving down the street on a nice summer day with the roof down – the wind blowing in your hair and the sun beating on your scalp.
Tyler Johnson
awesome car that my barbie likes to drive in, or at least she did when I was younger with long blonde hair that was sandy and reflected palely like the sun through the tree leaves oh how i loved being young then when everything was one big gust of wind in imaginary la la land do you remember it, too? it was bright pink, that convertible, converting is what my hair did after that age–went from light, shelly blonde to flat-puke brown. convertible makes t
Samantha Manchester
It’s a car. Bright red. Top is off, and my hair is flowing through the wind. I can smell the air as I am driving through the countryside. I am taking my time as a drive to see the man that I love. He’s waiting for me. Somewhere at the end of my road. He knows I am coming; he’s expecting me.
miriam
yeah…so i think corvettes are convertibles riqht?
idkk. im doinq this aqain for no reason.
life is convertible.
qood to bad.
bad to qood.
quicklyy.
quanesha.
the coins aren’t convertible. Only the crisp dollars. So even now, several months later, I have Euros jingling in my pockets. Whatever will I do with them? I can do nothing, but carry them around, and look at them fondly, and remember when I was worth something.
ann
top down. kelly taylor from beverly hills 90210 in the first episode…i only remember because i just watched all of the episodes online recently. wind. breeze. sun. hair flying. summer. warmth. trees rushing by. on the way to the beach.
deidre
It could be a car, a bra, an account. I think of a car- nice vintage one, maybe teal, shiny, probably the 50s…nice fins.
Kim
I had a convertible once. Me and Dave drove around with a hell of a lot of drugs. It was twisted and bizarre. Try it.
Peter
you get in a car and drive away. drive away from your fears and your past. youll have your hair and new life swaying in the wind with the top down.
claire
I have never ridden in a convertible. It looks like great fun. I loved the movie Johnny Depp was in about Las Vegas. That was a great convertible in that movie. Big and pink. That screams convertible! Forget those little BMW ones, they aren’t the same.
larrinski
This was my car that I had saved so much money for…This was the car. And now it was debunked on the side of the freeway. I kicked the rim of the front left tire. I stubbed my toe. I plopped down onto the rough gravel and stuck my face in my hands. Some midlife crisis…emphasis on the crisis.
Katrina
A fast red shark flashing down a desolate desert in search of adventure and the American dream. What lies on the other side of the unforesseable path? Madness in every direction. Quiet distillation ample in the atmosphere.
sb
convertible, as in a car right?
maybe not, maybe you mean convertible as in versatile, someone or something which can be trained to do more than one task. this is going nowhere and is probably the worst one word ive ever written im sorry, especially to my loyal fans.
tom
to be someone that you are not; to be the enigma, to switch, convulse, ebb and surge to your heart’s desires and to be who you truely are
David
i want to write this with the word incontrovertible – but that’s not the word convertible at all. My parents convertible comes to mind; the yellow ‘saab-marine’ as my dad jokingly calls it. The one with 250,000 miles that’s broken down nearly 35 times. They finally took it to a new mechanic and found out their old one was ripping them off.
kim
I see myself flying down Pacific Coast Highway. The wind in my hair and the top down on my Jeep. What a feeling, so free and happy. The sun glinting on the ocean, myself out in the air alongside it all.
Classicallyed
my dad bought a red convertible porsche the last year i went to summer camp. it was a big deal him coming to pick us up in such a neat automobile. it made my hair a mess.
I had an old volkswagon cabriolet convertible back in high school
maddiebryant
The car was beautiful. A 1968 cobalt-blue Ford Mustang convertible. It sat proudly in the garage, as a king over it’s dominion of junk, garbage and the accumulated clutter of life. Proudly it sat, proudly and lonely.
Nick
It folds down just like you want it to. Tomorrow, it’ll get you were you want to go. It logves gas and money, but you have that, because you have a convertable. Backwords it doesnt make any sense, unless of course its in reverse. White leather is not good to fuck on. Hot chicks however, will fuck in convertables white leather or not. Seatbelts are for livers. Not the
Fidel
drive fast into the wind nothing stops you flying faster and faster into everything you thought youd be when you were young like in the movies where the hair would blow off gray lines of aging into the forever passing highways you call adolesants
Liam
convertible is to change but its also a general term for a type of car. though the car does convert from closed to open top i really think it is just a more generic term these days and doenst mean anything in that sense. i f
Cameron Lilly
A convertible is a car that James Bond uses. I’d
like to have a convertible, preferably a BMW. Someday I might make a lot of money and afford one. Then again, I might not and I’ll still be riding the bus. Well. That’s life for us.
Mike
what is convertible, you life, your mind, the way you speak? its not justa car. its whatever you apply it to. convertable means to change, but keep the original form. i’d like to think that i can convert any aspect of my life into something new. like a butterfly. be new. new. new. lets convert and be free from whats exprected
rachel
like putty in my hands his mind is convertible
anything that I say adamantly he believes
tell me what to do, who to like, how to act
I like the feeling that I am helping him
but honestly, it is just too stressful
Nick Matherne
Convertible. A car. A ride shiny car with a woman who looks like a barbie. Or an old man trying to act like he is still young and hip.
I wish that I had a convertible. I bet that everyone writes that. I bet that everyone writes that and then quickly realizes that everyone writes that and comments on it. Suddenly the image of me in a red convertible fades to me thinking what everyone else is thinking and my American dream is the same dream that everyone else is having and I am fading too.
The act of being what is needed at one particular moment in time
I once had a car
it’s color was as white
as snow
As a dove
it flew
but it was
only my convertible.
I always wanted to have a convertible, the classic daydream…top down, riding off into the sunset. I don’t know where I am driving to, just that it is not here…it is somewhere else…somewhere mysterious and full of hope. Proof that life is convertible.
car that is red with a black top that shrinks down and drives fast and lets girls hair flow in the wind or some hippie dippie dudes.
the car was driving so fast and the wind was in my hair. as the hat was on the pavement now. no more hat. so what, it cost 4 bucks. my brothers girlfriend was driving. but that is over now. she said, ” you need to have some ambition for Some thing
a car that is convertible ist cool and nice for the ladys :). Converting an ugly guy into a pimp.
cars are convertable but also many other things, such as people, whom are extremely flexible and maliable. you can convert fraction from improper to proper thus making them convertable. the new eos from volkwagaon is a convertable and affordable to but i cant afford it.
Convertible bra – it has many straps and latches for wearing with many dresses. I guess it doesn’t matter if you can’t find a dress you need for a fancy occasion. Or if the only dresses that you’d even consider are strapless, but you don’t have enough cleavage to hold up one of these dresses. Really, it’s annoying that women have to worry about ridiculous things like bras and converting them. I’m done with this subject.
is a car that’s top can come on and off, whichever you choose, and it is usualy very expensive.
Racing through with the windows down and screaming the lyrics to my favourite song over the oh-so- fragile speakers. There would be no worries in the world, and we’d jazz round the corners and into a red hot speed, just like how I thought it’d be.
my dad likes convertible cars. and he always wants to have the top down when he’s driving them, and it drives me nuts because my hair is curly and tangly and that doesn’t help my cause when the wind tangles it even further. it’d be cool if people could convert like a car can — top down and stuff. but I don’t know how that’d work, exactly. which part would come down? hm. would it be different for guys and girls?
the hundred humming tired red caught the edge of the sidewalk and all the fire hydrants and dogs, children and dalmations everyone chasing the water everyone smiling the sky foaming the convertible humming grinning with its headlights pizza slices grinning blood vessels freckles gaps in teeth full stride joggers
life is so convertible i can’t tell you. İ like convertable objects.
Lİfe is better with convertable things, you knuw. i love life, too. i am a happy person? what about you? are you a happy person?
lets see…
it’s red and it’s carrying my baby. blonde with sunglasses and red lipstick too. and it’s 1985. and i’m 3 years old i suppose. that’s weird isn’t t? but that’s how it goes in this crazy world we live in. 3 year olds get all the action from the hot blondes in convertibles
I’ve always wanted to own a convertible. I don’t really care which type of car it is. There’s no feeling like driving down the street on a nice summer day with the roof down – the wind blowing in your hair and the sun beating on your scalp.
awesome car that my barbie likes to drive in, or at least she did when I was younger with long blonde hair that was sandy and reflected palely like the sun through the tree leaves oh how i loved being young then when everything was one big gust of wind in imaginary la la land do you remember it, too? it was bright pink, that convertible, converting is what my hair did after that age–went from light, shelly blonde to flat-puke brown. convertible makes t
It’s a car. Bright red. Top is off, and my hair is flowing through the wind. I can smell the air as I am driving through the countryside. I am taking my time as a drive to see the man that I love. He’s waiting for me. Somewhere at the end of my road. He knows I am coming; he’s expecting me.
yeah…so i think corvettes are convertibles riqht?
idkk. im doinq this aqain for no reason.
life is convertible.
qood to bad.
bad to qood.
quicklyy.
the coins aren’t convertible. Only the crisp dollars. So even now, several months later, I have Euros jingling in my pockets. Whatever will I do with them? I can do nothing, but carry them around, and look at them fondly, and remember when I was worth something.
top down. kelly taylor from beverly hills 90210 in the first episode…i only remember because i just watched all of the episodes online recently. wind. breeze. sun. hair flying. summer. warmth. trees rushing by. on the way to the beach.
It could be a car, a bra, an account. I think of a car- nice vintage one, maybe teal, shiny, probably the 50s…nice fins.
I had a convertible once. Me and Dave drove around with a hell of a lot of drugs. It was twisted and bizarre. Try it.
you get in a car and drive away. drive away from your fears and your past. youll have your hair and new life swaying in the wind with the top down.
I have never ridden in a convertible. It looks like great fun. I loved the movie Johnny Depp was in about Las Vegas. That was a great convertible in that movie. Big and pink. That screams convertible! Forget those little BMW ones, they aren’t the same.
This was my car that I had saved so much money for…This was the car. And now it was debunked on the side of the freeway. I kicked the rim of the front left tire. I stubbed my toe. I plopped down onto the rough gravel and stuck my face in my hands. Some midlife crisis…emphasis on the crisis.
A fast red shark flashing down a desolate desert in search of adventure and the American dream. What lies on the other side of the unforesseable path? Madness in every direction. Quiet distillation ample in the atmosphere.
convertible, as in a car right?
maybe not, maybe you mean convertible as in versatile, someone or something which can be trained to do more than one task. this is going nowhere and is probably the worst one word ive ever written im sorry, especially to my loyal fans.
to be someone that you are not; to be the enigma, to switch, convulse, ebb and surge to your heart’s desires and to be who you truely are
i want to write this with the word incontrovertible – but that’s not the word convertible at all. My parents convertible comes to mind; the yellow ‘saab-marine’ as my dad jokingly calls it. The one with 250,000 miles that’s broken down nearly 35 times. They finally took it to a new mechanic and found out their old one was ripping them off.
I see myself flying down Pacific Coast Highway. The wind in my hair and the top down on my Jeep. What a feeling, so free and happy. The sun glinting on the ocean, myself out in the air alongside it all.
my dad bought a red convertible porsche the last year i went to summer camp. it was a big deal him coming to pick us up in such a neat automobile. it made my hair a mess.
I had an old volkswagon cabriolet convertible back in high school
The car was beautiful. A 1968 cobalt-blue Ford Mustang convertible. It sat proudly in the garage, as a king over it’s dominion of junk, garbage and the accumulated clutter of life. Proudly it sat, proudly and lonely.
It folds down just like you want it to. Tomorrow, it’ll get you were you want to go. It logves gas and money, but you have that, because you have a convertable. Backwords it doesnt make any sense, unless of course its in reverse. White leather is not good to fuck on. Hot chicks however, will fuck in convertables white leather or not. Seatbelts are for livers. Not the
drive fast into the wind nothing stops you flying faster and faster into everything you thought youd be when you were young like in the movies where the hair would blow off gray lines of aging into the forever passing highways you call adolesants
convertible is to change but its also a general term for a type of car. though the car does convert from closed to open top i really think it is just a more generic term these days and doenst mean anything in that sense. i f
A convertible is a car that James Bond uses. I’d
like to have a convertible, preferably a BMW. Someday I might make a lot of money and afford one. Then again, I might not and I’ll still be riding the bus. Well. That’s life for us.
what is convertible, you life, your mind, the way you speak? its not justa car. its whatever you apply it to. convertable means to change, but keep the original form. i’d like to think that i can convert any aspect of my life into something new. like a butterfly. be new. new. new. lets convert and be free from whats exprected
like putty in my hands his mind is convertible
anything that I say adamantly he believes
tell me what to do, who to like, how to act
I like the feeling that I am helping him
but honestly, it is just too stressful
Convertible. A car. A ride shiny car with a woman who looks like a barbie. Or an old man trying to act like he is still young and hip.