Elastic is stretchy and used in our pants and stuff. Its white (usually) and err…stretchy? Its bought from stores (obviously) with money (obviously). And I dont know anything else about elastic. I think japen exports it or something. I dont really know. Nor do I care. but this is pretty cool.
CoCo
Elastic describes my ability to adapt to my life…Still….it seems to be true that elasticity, physical or mental, seems to directly correlate to age.
elastic stretchy
like a rubber band
skin no longer so elastic
as it ages and sags
used to wear elastics
in my pigtails
but they’re now gone too
yoga
so much older
so much less elastic
pdw
She tied her hair up in a rubber elastic and let her curls fall gracefully behind hear head. She smiled at the mirror, it was the perfect look for the first meeting. She swung her duffel bag over her shoulder and charged through the front door without looking back, she couldn’t, it was too painful. She knew that it was the right thing to do, but she couldn’t help feeling empty as the door closed softly behind her.
Serena
Snap. Snap. It’s the only way I can stop myself from exploding at you.
Snap Snap.
My wrist is turning red but it’s better than your face bleeding right, darling?
It’s always about you.
-Your Shadow
Jo
She stretched the elastic rubber band as far as it would go and aimed it at her sister.
“Stop it!” she cried, flinching and shutting her eyes against the imminent danger.
She laughed. “Oh come on, it’s just a rubber band!”
“Oh yeah?” her sister replied.
“Yeah….”
She didn’t have any time to say anything else because suddenly, her sister launched herself from the chair she’d been sitting in and knocked her to the ground and began tickling her.
They both rolled around on the floor, half wrestling, half laughing at their sillyness.
You could stretch me. I’ll do all I can to hold things together, to make things meet. I’ll do it all for you. Just don’t stretch me too far, or I’ll snap.
Elasticity. Elastic. The ability to stretch in different ways. Some people are elastic. Not just physically but mentally as well, if that even makes sense. Some people can bend over and twist their body in all sorts of ways. But some people can take any situation at hand and deal with it. And I mean ANY situation.
stretching out my dreams and the possibilities of the never ending faith that keeps me going. the elastic in the lies once told isn’t strong enough to hold on for too long but the elasticity of the baring ugly truth can hold anything.honesty can go further than you know but only if you are strong enough to go through a dangerous scenario that may cause some emotional trauma. nothing is always as you expect, and you cant always have it your way but when it seems like something is worth it you would en dour the troubles to have it.
cassandra
The woman twisted in impossible shapes, her legs bending backwards over her head as she crawled across the floor on her hands. Alex shuddered, wondering why he had allowed his girlfriend to take him to the circus; between the clowns and the contortionists, he was going to have some very bizarre nightmares.
Rachael A.
I hate the elastic in the cuffs of my sleeves and pants. The pants elastic makes me look like a clown, and the sleeves elastic makes me feel like i’m in jail. When I was little, my parents had to cut the elastic out of my coat sleeves, because I refused to wear it. It hurt my tiny wrists. My wrists are no longer tiny, but the elastic still drives me nuts.
Holly
I kept snapping the elastic band on my wrist, harder and harder. I was hoping it would leave welts. This elastic band was supposed to be in place of me cutting myself, but I didn’t see how it was any better. I was still hurting myself, just not with knives this time.
There is a guy that I really like and sometimes we are really good and then other times we are just eh and the other day I was explaining it to my friends and all I could think of was we were very elastic in the way that one second he is their and the other he’s not. He doesn’t stretch far enough sometimes.
this one time my dad told me to clean the chrome and he wrote it down on a chore list and I said ” Dad! what’s ch-rome” He now thinks i’m really stupid but that’s okay because it was really funny. I love my dad
Alexis Folwer
thinking, rubber bands, my wish for myself, imagination…
oh yes i need that just to hold me up go around my belt – rock my world and shoot things out of it – try and catch up to what is going on to the rest of the world – it is trying to stop but won’t go and that is about all that fits into the elastic sock – pile it on boys i didn’t know 60 seconds was this long – oh my goodness
bob gottlieb
Stretchy. Bounce back. Don’t want to snap like the rubber band or hair elastic around my wrist. Pulled back and forth until it’s shape is unrecognizable. I don’t want to be that rubberband. I want to last forever. But Is there anywhere I can do that? Is there anyone?
Rubber bands..they can hold anything together..maybe even a heart, but once they break there never fully put back together. yes, you can try and tie the ends or even super glue them, but its never quite right.
Annelise
my brain is not as elastic as it used to be. stretched beyond it’s breaking point i’m now left with a soggy mess of goo hitting the corners of my head. this may be unusual for most. but it’s no anomaly for me i suppose.
So they tell me the whole universe is expanding, and that beyond that, there may be more than one universe, and if so, they are all expanding, so much that the cosmos itself (all of what is there) is expanding, but it could be infinite. What does it mean for infinity to expand? What would that be like?
I cut an elastic in half for my son. He needed to tie up superman as if he was captured by the bad guys. The hero escaped. The bonds as flexible as my sons imagination. and as we need to be as mothers.
marylee
elastic bands everywhere.
pulling me into their circle of friends.
i place my hand in the ball, and they clench.
at my wrist.
pulling me, twist, turn, in the swamp.
of tight.
elastic bands cover me now.
they are part of my soul, stuck, here.
keeping my parts together.
bendy intriguing difficult to figure out infinity mind boggling never ending snap. useless, useful easy to find, hard to make household item used every day
Christina
The chair I sit on is made of elastic
“The work you are doing today is fantastic”
My boss’s tone is sarcastic
One of my co-workers’ breasts are plastic
Get me out of this office before I turn spastic.
At least, it would be nice if the people I connect with were seemingly drawn back to me by some unknown restoring force. It’s hard to see close friends leave, but, I get the feeling that knowing you’ll see them again, as destiny pulls you together, would make parting that much easier.
This elastic band to my right is giving me dirty looks. It keeps whispering to his friend, the stapler. They are conspiring against me, I know it. I need to inform somebody of their plot to end my life. Help. Somebody. HELP!!! Hel….
i wake up this morning and i realize i fell asleep in my clothes again. and dammit if the elastic in my underwear didn’t try to saw me in half.
Lucas
I feel like am elastic rubber band. I am stretched out to the core and I feel fake. I don’t know what to do with my self. I am stretched this way and that way and before I know it, I am going to snap. I just don’t know what to do with my self. I am elastic. But I am not at the same time. There is only so far I can go…
Michelle
I’m trying to think of sometthing that is elastic. Maybe my brain is elastic? Sure. We have to bend and flex with whatever the day may bring us. I’m going with that. Some people are very rigid and inflexible and those are the worst kind of people so having an elastic brain is a good thing:)
Your love is elastic that at times, it nearly overwhelms me
The way it stretches
Left and right
And as it contracts, it’s tight
And sticks to me
Encompasses me
And keeps me safe
For your love is elastic That it nearly overwhelms me.
stretchy, elastic bands mde up of bright neon shades. pointed feet stretch out the transparent plastic
sophie
Not my father’s mind. You can’t stretch it beyond a point. If you try beware of the snap! Ouch!! Girls are girls and boys are boys and don’t you get confused. Biology decides who’ll be in the kitchen guys can try after 60, girls after 16. Nobility lies in acceptance. Nature isn’t elastic he says. Like his mind!
It’s a unique thing, really. Think about it, you can distort it or you can let it be, and it will still allow you to obtain your desired result. Does that make sence? I doubt it, but then again elastic doesn’t really make much sence either.
flexibility, malleability, durability. to be adaptive to one’s life. to be acceptive of ill, anguishing, dim days, to tolerate the harsh ineptitude of ones existence. it’s difficult to accomodate such misery. it is outright impossible to invite happiness alongside the former visitor.
elastic??? okie…it sounds something connected to underwear ;-) ya …it denotes flexibility as well…both way….have to stretch…………. good enough if u r elastic….can survive…otherwise u will be thrown like an underwear that no longer fits ur body
chaacha
rubber bands are elastic when i shoot them at my brother he cries. he is dumb. stoopid joseph what a stupid. eeeeeeeeeeeellllllllaaaaaaasssssssssstttttttttiiiiiiiiiic.
Elastic is stretchy and used in our pants and stuff. Its white (usually) and err…stretchy? Its bought from stores (obviously) with money (obviously). And I dont know anything else about elastic. I think japen exports it or something. I dont really know. Nor do I care. but this is pretty cool.
Elastic describes my ability to adapt to my life…Still….it seems to be true that elasticity, physical or mental, seems to directly correlate to age.
elastic stretchy
like a rubber band
skin no longer so elastic
as it ages and sags
used to wear elastics
in my pigtails
but they’re now gone too
yoga
so much older
so much less elastic
She tied her hair up in a rubber elastic and let her curls fall gracefully behind hear head. She smiled at the mirror, it was the perfect look for the first meeting. She swung her duffel bag over her shoulder and charged through the front door without looking back, she couldn’t, it was too painful. She knew that it was the right thing to do, but she couldn’t help feeling empty as the door closed softly behind her.
Snap. Snap. It’s the only way I can stop myself from exploding at you.
Snap Snap.
My wrist is turning red but it’s better than your face bleeding right, darling?
It’s always about you.
-Your Shadow
She stretched the elastic rubber band as far as it would go and aimed it at her sister.
“Stop it!” she cried, flinching and shutting her eyes against the imminent danger.
She laughed. “Oh come on, it’s just a rubber band!”
“Oh yeah?” her sister replied.
“Yeah….”
She didn’t have any time to say anything else because suddenly, her sister launched herself from the chair she’d been sitting in and knocked her to the ground and began tickling her.
They both rolled around on the floor, half wrestling, half laughing at their sillyness.
You could stretch me. I’ll do all I can to hold things together, to make things meet. I’ll do it all for you. Just don’t stretch me too far, or I’ll snap.
Elasticity. Elastic. The ability to stretch in different ways. Some people are elastic. Not just physically but mentally as well, if that even makes sense. Some people can bend over and twist their body in all sorts of ways. But some people can take any situation at hand and deal with it. And I mean ANY situation.
To leap into space that you don’t know yet is simply exciting
The universe is elastic. Invisible strands of undulating bands, holding everything together. Constant flux, push and pull, backwards and forwards.
stretching out my dreams and the possibilities of the never ending faith that keeps me going. the elastic in the lies once told isn’t strong enough to hold on for too long but the elasticity of the baring ugly truth can hold anything.honesty can go further than you know but only if you are strong enough to go through a dangerous scenario that may cause some emotional trauma. nothing is always as you expect, and you cant always have it your way but when it seems like something is worth it you would en dour the troubles to have it.
The woman twisted in impossible shapes, her legs bending backwards over her head as she crawled across the floor on her hands. Alex shuddered, wondering why he had allowed his girlfriend to take him to the circus; between the clowns and the contortionists, he was going to have some very bizarre nightmares.
I hate the elastic in the cuffs of my sleeves and pants. The pants elastic makes me look like a clown, and the sleeves elastic makes me feel like i’m in jail. When I was little, my parents had to cut the elastic out of my coat sleeves, because I refused to wear it. It hurt my tiny wrists. My wrists are no longer tiny, but the elastic still drives me nuts.
I kept snapping the elastic band on my wrist, harder and harder. I was hoping it would leave welts. This elastic band was supposed to be in place of me cutting myself, but I didn’t see how it was any better. I was still hurting myself, just not with knives this time.
There is a guy that I really like and sometimes we are really good and then other times we are just eh and the other day I was explaining it to my friends and all I could think of was we were very elastic in the way that one second he is their and the other he’s not. He doesn’t stretch far enough sometimes.
this one time my dad told me to clean the chrome and he wrote it down on a chore list and I said ” Dad! what’s ch-rome” He now thinks i’m really stupid but that’s okay because it was really funny. I love my dad
thinking, rubber bands, my wish for myself, imagination…
Twangy Pearl was an elastic girl.
oh yes i need that just to hold me up go around my belt – rock my world and shoot things out of it – try and catch up to what is going on to the rest of the world – it is trying to stop but won’t go and that is about all that fits into the elastic sock – pile it on boys i didn’t know 60 seconds was this long – oh my goodness
Stretchy. Bounce back. Don’t want to snap like the rubber band or hair elastic around my wrist. Pulled back and forth until it’s shape is unrecognizable. I don’t want to be that rubberband. I want to last forever. But Is there anywhere I can do that? Is there anyone?
Rubber bands..they can hold anything together..maybe even a heart, but once they break there never fully put back together. yes, you can try and tie the ends or even super glue them, but its never quite right.
my brain is not as elastic as it used to be. stretched beyond it’s breaking point i’m now left with a soggy mess of goo hitting the corners of my head. this may be unusual for most. but it’s no anomaly for me i suppose.
So they tell me the whole universe is expanding, and that beyond that, there may be more than one universe, and if so, they are all expanding, so much that the cosmos itself (all of what is there) is expanding, but it could be infinite. What does it mean for infinity to expand? What would that be like?
I cut an elastic in half for my son. He needed to tie up superman as if he was captured by the bad guys. The hero escaped. The bonds as flexible as my sons imagination. and as we need to be as mothers.
elastic bands everywhere.
pulling me into their circle of friends.
i place my hand in the ball, and they clench.
at my wrist.
pulling me, twist, turn, in the swamp.
of tight.
elastic bands cover me now.
they are part of my soul, stuck, here.
keeping my parts together.
purposeful. rubbery.
a yogi has a body that’s density has changed
to elastic-ity.
bendy intriguing difficult to figure out infinity mind boggling never ending snap. useless, useful easy to find, hard to make household item used every day
The chair I sit on is made of elastic
“The work you are doing today is fantastic”
My boss’s tone is sarcastic
One of my co-workers’ breasts are plastic
Get me out of this office before I turn spastic.
It would be nice to have elastic relationships.
At least, it would be nice if the people I connect with were seemingly drawn back to me by some unknown restoring force. It’s hard to see close friends leave, but, I get the feeling that knowing you’ll see them again, as destiny pulls you together, would make parting that much easier.
Unless you hate them. Then elasticity would suck.
This elastic band to my right is giving me dirty looks. It keeps whispering to his friend, the stapler. They are conspiring against me, I know it. I need to inform somebody of their plot to end my life. Help. Somebody. HELP!!! Hel….
i wake up this morning and i realize i fell asleep in my clothes again. and dammit if the elastic in my underwear didn’t try to saw me in half.
I feel like am elastic rubber band. I am stretched out to the core and I feel fake. I don’t know what to do with my self. I am stretched this way and that way and before I know it, I am going to snap. I just don’t know what to do with my self. I am elastic. But I am not at the same time. There is only so far I can go…
I’m trying to think of sometthing that is elastic. Maybe my brain is elastic? Sure. We have to bend and flex with whatever the day may bring us. I’m going with that. Some people are very rigid and inflexible and those are the worst kind of people so having an elastic brain is a good thing:)
Your love is elastic that at times, it nearly overwhelms me
The way it stretches
Left and right
And as it contracts, it’s tight
And sticks to me
Encompasses me
And keeps me safe
For your love is elastic That it nearly overwhelms me.
stretchy, elastic bands mde up of bright neon shades. pointed feet stretch out the transparent plastic
Not my father’s mind. You can’t stretch it beyond a point. If you try beware of the snap! Ouch!! Girls are girls and boys are boys and don’t you get confused. Biology decides who’ll be in the kitchen guys can try after 60, girls after 16. Nobility lies in acceptance. Nature isn’t elastic he says. Like his mind!
It’s a unique thing, really. Think about it, you can distort it or you can let it be, and it will still allow you to obtain your desired result. Does that make sence? I doubt it, but then again elastic doesn’t really make much sence either.
flexibility, malleability, durability. to be adaptive to one’s life. to be acceptive of ill, anguishing, dim days, to tolerate the harsh ineptitude of ones existence. it’s difficult to accomodate such misery. it is outright impossible to invite happiness alongside the former visitor.
Do you agree?
elastic??? okie…it sounds something connected to underwear ;-) ya …it denotes flexibility as well…both way….have to stretch…………. good enough if u r elastic….can survive…otherwise u will be thrown like an underwear that no longer fits ur body
rubber bands are elastic when i shoot them at my brother he cries. he is dumb. stoopid joseph what a stupid. eeeeeeeeeeeellllllllaaaaaaasssssssssstttttttttiiiiiiiiiic.