I need some sort of reinvigoration again. I used to be so vibrant and bright and full of colour but it’s all gone gone gone. I’m so bored with life, so bored and so done with everything. Everything’s so sad and so monochrome and everybody’s blending. I’m not sure what happened, we used to be the brightest two left in the bottom of the bowl. I miss you.
Aisling
convertibles are the most fun thing in the world to drive
they make your hair fly and the wind mess it up
the beamers are the most fun
but the others are just as good
my friend lets me borrow his and we take it out for a spin
it is the most fun I have driving a car
Rachel Purser
the best way to get from cold to hot or wet to dry … wanting to get the most recovery for my lost stock shares before they have to be flushed down the toilet completely … to control ones environment
Heather Gulyas
ford mustang 67
max
moveable, to become one with the atmosphere, environment… where have all the open spaces been fed into? buried beneath concrete apertures and carparks… is this where we wanted to convert?
Ben
line
green line
moving
left to right
growing
like a tree
across he screen
the box
color change
green turns to yellow then to orange then to red
ripening
maddie
In high school, I had a convertible. It was first my father’s. Then, it was my brother’s. Then, it was mine. By the time I got it, it was pretty worn out. It would break down a lot.
Then, one day, the day after I’d gotten it fixed, I totalled it.
The three of us in the car all survived, but we probably shouldn’t have.
My car was a mess.
Sarah
My convertible
Has too many syllables
Takes up the haiku
Carolyn Moritz
A car, something i don’t want and something that i would never wish to drive. Ever since gas started rising, i have been considering alternate forms of transport, like a bike or a scooter.
JA
Give me a black puppycat
I don’t want to drive with you
Give me peppers, give me that
I’ll take what you throw
Please just go
I don’t want to drive with you
Give me anything, give me a ride
Don’t take my side
I don’t want to drive with you
Carolyn Moritz
I like to ride in my Dad’s convertible on cool fall days, We put the top down and the heat on and just ride the ride. Last time we did this my friend Pat’s cd was in the car. The music was sooo good and perfect cruisin’ weather. My parents decided they both liked Pat just from the choices of songs he put on the cd. They kept saying things like “What an upstanding kid.” when they has in fact never even met him. I thought this was entertaining if nothing else. Then when they asked me why my eyebrow was shaved in two, I was able to say it was in fact Patrick who did it. Their view point on him changed ever so slightly but wasn’t ruined considering the beach boys started playing on the cd right after.
KassMastah
Nancy Drew, I wanna be you
My heroine in yellow
Red-headed fairy tales
Raise me on stories of kids
With lives a bit more mellow
Nancy Drew, I want to be you
Carolyn Moritz
my life is easily convertible into a makeshift idea of what it should be. to actually make myself that though requires deep personal reflection and a dedication to a new idea, a new ideal. I am afraid sometimes to go there, because I do not know if I’ll be better off without my sanity.
that seems to be the price of converting to a truer reality, by society’s standard, i’d be nuts.
.stephen.
his convertable raced along the slicked black road. Slicked with water and road kill blood. The sticky dusty wind rushes at my face. I cant breathe the car is too open. its scary. i need to be indoors, away from the wind.
Chloe
car fast red moving freeway going really quickyly top fdown hair blowing in the wind, tires moving black red confortable good weather carefree laughing with a lover goign to the beach having a smoke beautiful scenery loose clothing summer
ania
hmmm… convertible…. it’s a car with a roof that can be folded or taken off right? Right… maybe if I googled convertible I can write more things about it…
alip
sailing along with wind whipping our hair wildy into chaotic shapes, a pure sort of freedom
monkenstick
actually, i dont really care whatever the word here is. im sorry for not following instructions. but i just want to write. and i just want to say that i am hating everything right now. the people. my work. myself. and the fact that i don’t know how to make things better between us. why am i such a screw up?
nomoredaisies
I don’t think of cars when I see convertible, I think of things that change from one thing to another. Something that converts or is convertible. I’ve probably thinking of the wrong word because I think change is convert
Lynda
the car was so fast, i couldnt stop it from speeding asnd speeding, then, it happened, what was aleways going to happen, the child stepped in front of me.
spleep
cars are just really fucked up. maroon golf! has anyone ever seen seinfeld? actually the maroon golf wasn’t the convertible. it was jerry’s car, which is a black saab. that was a really really fuckin funny episode though. anyways fuck convertibles. fuck cars really. what a bunch of cocksucking jack shits. what am i really doin ghere
henry
Hello! What’s up? I couldn’t think of anything! My name’s Nadya I am 12 yrs old I love Chace Crawford and Nick Jonas! and I love all my friends!
Nadya
I love convertible cars. I wish my hair did. I could never own one because I’m pretty sure my hair would turn into mini whips and puncture my eyes. I also have too much stuff in my car for me to be able to drive down the freeway without it spilling out. I do love convertibles, though.
Jennifer
it’s quite sure there’s no such thing as a convertible ride during the transition between hell and purgatory.. it’s all based on the fact that otherwise, the extinguishing heat would not be as painful as it should be..
korquad
its a car. it can be any substance or personality. everything changes. it converts and thus everything is convertible. from one form to the other.
Nikita
Jeremiah handed me a brown bag. I peeked inside.
Cash. Wads of it. I slipped a hand in and pulled out a bill. One hundred somethings. Is it convertible? I asked.
Elizabeth
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nagesh
The convertible top slammed down as I hit the accelerator. It wasn’t my fault; the junker was practically left in my drive way and clearly someone needed to put some life back into it. Too bad that would be about as easy as reviving a corpse.
Taryn
convertible is what dreams are made of.
cars cars cars……maybe i should drive a car….that would be most excellent…..though driving requires great dexterity, dexterity is also what wanking trains…..
am i a wanker……i ponder over questions like these everyday as i go to http://www.oneword.com
iamthebest
There is a frikin red convertible and oh my god I want to smash it. Just throw the garbage out the window and on to the fucking thing. Cover mr. tennis sweater, all of the time, always. Full of trash is your frikin convertible, eat it all!
Max
i was driving my car a red convertible down the highway in Wyoming in the dead of winter with chains on my tires. it was a snowy day with the sun out and a temp of 85 i was with Jonathan. the love of my life. my soul mate, we had just gotten married and were on our way back to work. we stopped off at mcdonalds for a breakfest burrito or two after we said “I do”. we have our 13 kids in the back seat. all buckled up, they wore helmets too. Life was good. Everything was how it should have been.
meagan
a big red convertible with cocaine on the dashboard. so smooth it doesn’t break suit, her blonde hair whipped back and shone in the bright nebraska sun. one say this war’s gonna end.
ennui
riding in papa’s convertible when i was younger, was one of many memorable experiences we shared. each whip of wind and hair in my face was an experience in that VW. i remember having to borrow windbreakers from gramma so that we woudn’t get cold
kaylie
converts to the religion of the convertible met today at the wedding chapel to celebrate the joining in the holy bonds of matrimony, the ford and the Chevy. We hope their marriage will be a happy one.
DSM
my convertible is red, and i like to take it to the lake front and stare at the ladies. why? them people don’t understand the love that we share. me and my convertible.
Edi
I drove around the country in my convertible and I found that the wind was more than appeasing to my body. I like the convertible, it’s gorgeous. Have you ever been in one? I have. I love it. So much. Either way, if you ever get one, you should use it as much as you want. Come on, you can try it… Either way, time’s running out, and I believe I have not done it all.
AEG
riding through the wind, freedom is not far.
tarnish
The convertible’s top got stuck just as it was almost down. I hit the buttons controlling it, to no avail. I thought “fuck it,” and threw the bag of pot hiding in the duffle bag in the backseat before putting the Mustang in drive.
Jason Shinn
wind in my hair as i tear down the highway. this is what freedom is supposed to be. i want to be by the ocean. yes. driving by the ocean. the salt smell in the air. my hair is going to be a tangled mess… who cares. why is my convertible red? am i that cliche? can’t think anymore. just pedal to the metal and hug the curves.
erin
one day the red convertable was driving up the road when it was hit by this convertable camero being chased by a giant transformer come to find the lost cover for his pet mustang’s top. Both cars collided with the street sign between lander and star streets.
I need some sort of reinvigoration again. I used to be so vibrant and bright and full of colour but it’s all gone gone gone. I’m so bored with life, so bored and so done with everything. Everything’s so sad and so monochrome and everybody’s blending. I’m not sure what happened, we used to be the brightest two left in the bottom of the bowl. I miss you.
convertibles are the most fun thing in the world to drive
they make your hair fly and the wind mess it up
the beamers are the most fun
but the others are just as good
my friend lets me borrow his and we take it out for a spin
it is the most fun I have driving a car
the best way to get from cold to hot or wet to dry … wanting to get the most recovery for my lost stock shares before they have to be flushed down the toilet completely … to control ones environment
ford mustang 67
moveable, to become one with the atmosphere, environment… where have all the open spaces been fed into? buried beneath concrete apertures and carparks… is this where we wanted to convert?
line
green line
moving
left to right
growing
like a tree
across he screen
the box
color change
green turns to yellow then to orange then to red
ripening
In high school, I had a convertible. It was first my father’s. Then, it was my brother’s. Then, it was mine. By the time I got it, it was pretty worn out. It would break down a lot.
Then, one day, the day after I’d gotten it fixed, I totalled it.
The three of us in the car all survived, but we probably shouldn’t have.
My car was a mess.
My convertible
Has too many syllables
Takes up the haiku
A car, something i don’t want and something that i would never wish to drive. Ever since gas started rising, i have been considering alternate forms of transport, like a bike or a scooter.
Give me a black puppycat
I don’t want to drive with you
Give me peppers, give me that
I’ll take what you throw
Please just go
I don’t want to drive with you
Give me anything, give me a ride
Don’t take my side
I don’t want to drive with you
I like to ride in my Dad’s convertible on cool fall days, We put the top down and the heat on and just ride the ride. Last time we did this my friend Pat’s cd was in the car. The music was sooo good and perfect cruisin’ weather. My parents decided they both liked Pat just from the choices of songs he put on the cd. They kept saying things like “What an upstanding kid.” when they has in fact never even met him. I thought this was entertaining if nothing else. Then when they asked me why my eyebrow was shaved in two, I was able to say it was in fact Patrick who did it. Their view point on him changed ever so slightly but wasn’t ruined considering the beach boys started playing on the cd right after.
Nancy Drew, I wanna be you
My heroine in yellow
Red-headed fairy tales
Raise me on stories of kids
With lives a bit more mellow
Nancy Drew, I want to be you
my life is easily convertible into a makeshift idea of what it should be. to actually make myself that though requires deep personal reflection and a dedication to a new idea, a new ideal. I am afraid sometimes to go there, because I do not know if I’ll be better off without my sanity.
that seems to be the price of converting to a truer reality, by society’s standard, i’d be nuts.
his convertable raced along the slicked black road. Slicked with water and road kill blood. The sticky dusty wind rushes at my face. I cant breathe the car is too open. its scary. i need to be indoors, away from the wind.
car fast red moving freeway going really quickyly top fdown hair blowing in the wind, tires moving black red confortable good weather carefree laughing with a lover goign to the beach having a smoke beautiful scenery loose clothing summer
hmmm… convertible…. it’s a car with a roof that can be folded or taken off right? Right… maybe if I googled convertible I can write more things about it…
sailing along with wind whipping our hair wildy into chaotic shapes, a pure sort of freedom
actually, i dont really care whatever the word here is. im sorry for not following instructions. but i just want to write. and i just want to say that i am hating everything right now. the people. my work. myself. and the fact that i don’t know how to make things better between us. why am i such a screw up?
I don’t think of cars when I see convertible, I think of things that change from one thing to another. Something that converts or is convertible. I’ve probably thinking of the wrong word because I think change is convert
the car was so fast, i couldnt stop it from speeding asnd speeding, then, it happened, what was aleways going to happen, the child stepped in front of me.
cars are just really fucked up. maroon golf! has anyone ever seen seinfeld? actually the maroon golf wasn’t the convertible. it was jerry’s car, which is a black saab. that was a really really fuckin funny episode though. anyways fuck convertibles. fuck cars really. what a bunch of cocksucking jack shits. what am i really doin ghere
Hello! What’s up? I couldn’t think of anything! My name’s Nadya I am 12 yrs old I love Chace Crawford and Nick Jonas! and I love all my friends!
I love convertible cars. I wish my hair did. I could never own one because I’m pretty sure my hair would turn into mini whips and puncture my eyes. I also have too much stuff in my car for me to be able to drive down the freeway without it spilling out. I do love convertibles, though.
it’s quite sure there’s no such thing as a convertible ride during the transition between hell and purgatory.. it’s all based on the fact that otherwise, the extinguishing heat would not be as painful as it should be..
its a car. it can be any substance or personality. everything changes. it converts and thus everything is convertible. from one form to the other.
Jeremiah handed me a brown bag. I peeked inside.
Cash. Wads of it. I slipped a hand in and pulled out a bill. One hundred somethings. Is it convertible? I asked.
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The convertible top slammed down as I hit the accelerator. It wasn’t my fault; the junker was practically left in my drive way and clearly someone needed to put some life back into it. Too bad that would be about as easy as reviving a corpse.
convertible is what dreams are made of.
cars cars cars……maybe i should drive a car….that would be most excellent…..though driving requires great dexterity, dexterity is also what wanking trains…..
am i a wanker……i ponder over questions like these everyday as i go to http://www.oneword.com
There is a frikin red convertible and oh my god I want to smash it. Just throw the garbage out the window and on to the fucking thing. Cover mr. tennis sweater, all of the time, always. Full of trash is your frikin convertible, eat it all!
i was driving my car a red convertible down the highway in Wyoming in the dead of winter with chains on my tires. it was a snowy day with the sun out and a temp of 85 i was with Jonathan. the love of my life. my soul mate, we had just gotten married and were on our way back to work. we stopped off at mcdonalds for a breakfest burrito or two after we said “I do”. we have our 13 kids in the back seat. all buckled up, they wore helmets too. Life was good. Everything was how it should have been.
a big red convertible with cocaine on the dashboard. so smooth it doesn’t break suit, her blonde hair whipped back and shone in the bright nebraska sun. one say this war’s gonna end.
riding in papa’s convertible when i was younger, was one of many memorable experiences we shared. each whip of wind and hair in my face was an experience in that VW. i remember having to borrow windbreakers from gramma so that we woudn’t get cold
converts to the religion of the convertible met today at the wedding chapel to celebrate the joining in the holy bonds of matrimony, the ford and the Chevy. We hope their marriage will be a happy one.
my convertible is red, and i like to take it to the lake front and stare at the ladies. why? them people don’t understand the love that we share. me and my convertible.
I drove around the country in my convertible and I found that the wind was more than appeasing to my body. I like the convertible, it’s gorgeous. Have you ever been in one? I have. I love it. So much. Either way, if you ever get one, you should use it as much as you want. Come on, you can try it… Either way, time’s running out, and I believe I have not done it all.
riding through the wind, freedom is not far.
The convertible’s top got stuck just as it was almost down. I hit the buttons controlling it, to no avail. I thought “fuck it,” and threw the bag of pot hiding in the duffle bag in the backseat before putting the Mustang in drive.
wind in my hair as i tear down the highway. this is what freedom is supposed to be. i want to be by the ocean. yes. driving by the ocean. the salt smell in the air. my hair is going to be a tangled mess… who cares. why is my convertible red? am i that cliche? can’t think anymore. just pedal to the metal and hug the curves.
one day the red convertable was driving up the road when it was hit by this convertable camero being chased by a giant transformer come to find the lost cover for his pet mustang’s top. Both cars collided with the street sign between lander and star streets.