Elastic, it’s not static, but a stretching fetching retching of my brain catching this rubber band hand. Sand is always staying, the grass swaying, but time stretches and snaps back.
Angie
Oh, bendy? Not sure. Gross on fatties, that was kind of mean. I’m sorry chunkers. Hurt my spleen? oh yes please. Okay, I’m done.
Nicole
as i start to put up my hair in an elastic hair-tie, a middle aged woman comes barging into my house screaming her cats stuck in a tree. “help! help! oh please, can you help me?”
shea
bands are the most fun things to play with as a kid. A pack of crayons can come with an elastic band and the crayons will go untouched. They can be instruments, weapons, balls, pretty much anything.
Jessica Aquin
Stretchy and wound up, I couldn’t imagine just how far I could be pulled to be honest. It’s days like this I just feel like giving up everything. My job, my car, my house, my pets. Going away, unwinding and relaxing amidst fields of tupilps and clear blue skies. A fantastic contrast against my normal grey-skied workaholic tendencies.
Kylie Coulter
The elastic of her pants was entirely too tight. She didn’t look so healthy or even as skinny as she had hoped. Instead, she looked like she was about to be cut in half.
She only hoped that no one else could see the trauma, which was unfortunately written all over her face.
Shantil
I pulled back hard. Taking careful aim I let the ball bearing slip from my fingers. The surgical tubing snapped back to its original length pulling the steel ball with it. The ball rocketed forward propelled by the released energy.
Hair elastics break. Often. I will never forget the feeling of getting ready for gym class, at the age of 12 or 13 and trying to maneouver my thick armenian hair into a ponytail, only to see the elastic snap in two. And then to hear that whistle blow. Alas, another day of windblown, messy dreads for me.
sophie
The elastic was less elastic than it used to be. this was a problem, as it turned out, causing a measure of embarrassment when some unexpected vigorous activity was required in order to reach the bus before it left the station.
Timothy Peters
i pinched my skin as a way to keep myself from cutting. from bleeding, from staining, from permanently marking me as emo. my skin pulled and pulled and i let go. it snapped back like rubber. like the bands i pulled over and over on my wrists in class so no one would notice. i noticed. i felt the pain.
fleur
Why couldn’t I be made of elastic? More like a rubber band than molasses.
Niki
stretchy bendy band rubber stretch gymnastics balance jump flexible split flip bend flex
flip
my mind is stretched across an entire continent. leaving pieces of my heart, my soul, scattered across new jersey as i stretch myself thin across the continent and end up somewhere in central america to leave more bits of myself for others to find.
Abby
Never take a lighter to a rubber band it will burn you before you can even blink.
So as I lay in bed that morn, I realized I had everything to lose to my procrastinating life style and nothing was as elastic as it seemed. Nothing could be stretched as rubber band, but, my thoughts, my energy, my delusions. Now I have to take on a non elastic point of view for each of these and hope. Yes that should be elastic
Designerfoo
Rubber bands are elastic. I wish my personality was more elastic. It would be fun to be able to change on command just because someone stretches me one way or another. Or maybe just when I stretch myself. I want to be elastic like a rubber band.
ayla dunbar
The elastic stretched across her skin, leaving tiny pink marks that faded after she rubbed her thumb over them. She hated these marks. They were proof of what she was. What she did. She rushed her thumb across them as they appeared, helpless to their existence.
Sarah Elizabeth
theres an elastic wast band in my room. its red and has pink polka dots around it. It was my moms during the eighties. I wonder what made her buy it. I’ve decided to wear it to college when i grow up simply because it might make me feel more grown up. Just like she is.
paulette
Never take a lighter to a rubber band, it will burn the shit out of you before you can even blink.
Casey Koch
I was running and running, and suddenly I fell. I slammed my knee off the ground, it felt like rubber, my knew was sooo elastic, and the pain was horrible. I am going to lose the race…
Liz
I can’t believe that the elastic went in my undies jsut as I was going into a major business meeting. This guy was notoriously tough & I’m now going to be fidgeting through the whole thing!
Steve Hambridge
i wasn’t sure how long the strap would last; we had lost one yesterday as well. Michael had said that he replaced it, but we knew that the small elastic band holding us out of the water wouldn’t hold one more slip. Peter and I had been nervous going over the last rapid, as it was the most dangerous of all.
Kelsey Hauser
imagine if the world were elastic
we could all just bounce back
maybe the world is already made of elastic
when we’re stretched too far
we snap
and lap at the fingers of others
stinging in its place
bemused3
Elastic hairbands are all around my wrists. They tangle with rubber bands, reading or advocating the things I can’t and proclaiming my musical allegiances. They are a beaded bracelets and friend strings that haven’t frayed.
The world is elastic. no it’s not made of plastic. we’re doing free association. Freely associating. And stretching our horizons. That’s plastic. When it rains what do you do? wear plastic. It’s elastic.
S
My elastics.
They basically stay with me for a week (at the most). Then they are lost in the shower, in the bathroom, at a friend’s house, in the bottom of my bag. There really isn’t time to bond with them, like with a head band. Yup.
They are pretty cool.
My sister has elastics for her braces.
mroaw
Elastic is in my pants. Underwear ? Under there; Elastic everywhere. Elas-Sticks, I say. Elas- Sticks everyday. What we all strive for however, is to remove the stick from the elas.
raDrix
Elasticity is key in today’s world. We’ve gotta be able to bounce back when we’re knocked down. We’ve also gotta be able to wrap tightly around the things and people we need, but still be flexible enough to allow for some freedom. Elasticity in the skin is important too–gotta stay looking young!
elastic hair bands. theres these new ones that are made of just like clear plastic elastic and they’re cool. also elastic like i used to use them for girl scout projects. and elastic in clothes. which reminds me of my favorite yoga pants. oh yeah, yoga. its pretty much the best thing ever <3 yeahhh. so elastic is useful for many things. yay.
Sarah
elasticity in this city
gonna rhyme with the time that i have
as long as i’m in this capacity
like gravity, i’m relative to all
who would have me
open up
let me in
woop
Elastic reminds me of my personality. Why does it change so drastically?? I don’t even try that hard, my feelings just stretch. Sometimes, this elasticity just shows my character. In a difficult situation, my faculties can stretch like a fire-net and save the day. Other times, I feel like a bi-polar maniac because of the intense tugging and re-shaping that happens to my feelings, emotions, and overall personality. Elastic. One word. It equals my personality.
Gracie
the one saving grace i have had in this world is in elastic memory. bent beyond my will and recognition of any over indulgence or facts or sentience, and i have returned (more or less) into a form i can recognize most days.
erik
things that spring back and forth, rubber bands snaping and hitting people in the face, total humiliation to that person, but fun and laughter had by all. Good times with chucky cheese and the giant elastic ball, made of rubber bands streched to the brink holding together what’s basically a bouncy ball.
WingWhiper
elastic is a plastic, sometimes I like to snap it.
it holds my hips to my fuzz, elastic is as elastic does.
ramsey
rubber band keeps things together, gum, purple usually white tho im guessing because whenmy rubber band breaks thats what i see, its on sweat pants it scrunches things together, it could possibly just hold something more than a pair of sweatpants together but who knows, haha,
brianna
Elastic…. If only we were all more like that… Stretching and bending as needed but not breaking… Alas, we are often too caught up in the emotion of the moment…
Gym shorts use the cheapest materials: elastic included. So that’s why I never really cared if I lost mine or not. But when McCambell starts going all Psycho Gym Teacher on me for not dressing out so many times, I figure I’ll do the nice thing and warn her that I can’t find your gym shorts. Big mistake. Her solution: just go look around the locker room for a pair.
I use an elastic band to tie my hair. It hurts sometimes, but I don’t want my hair falling into my food. Elastics are very handy. They tie items very well. Elastic is stretchy. Wastebands.
Elastic, it’s not static, but a stretching fetching retching of my brain catching this rubber band hand. Sand is always staying, the grass swaying, but time stretches and snaps back.
Oh, bendy? Not sure. Gross on fatties, that was kind of mean. I’m sorry chunkers. Hurt my spleen? oh yes please. Okay, I’m done.
as i start to put up my hair in an elastic hair-tie, a middle aged woman comes barging into my house screaming her cats stuck in a tree. “help! help! oh please, can you help me?”
bands are the most fun things to play with as a kid. A pack of crayons can come with an elastic band and the crayons will go untouched. They can be instruments, weapons, balls, pretty much anything.
Stretchy and wound up, I couldn’t imagine just how far I could be pulled to be honest. It’s days like this I just feel like giving up everything. My job, my car, my house, my pets. Going away, unwinding and relaxing amidst fields of tupilps and clear blue skies. A fantastic contrast against my normal grey-skied workaholic tendencies.
The elastic of her pants was entirely too tight. She didn’t look so healthy or even as skinny as she had hoped. Instead, she looked like she was about to be cut in half.
She only hoped that no one else could see the trauma, which was unfortunately written all over her face.
I pulled back hard. Taking careful aim I let the ball bearing slip from my fingers. The surgical tubing snapped back to its original length pulling the steel ball with it. The ball rocketed forward propelled by the released energy.
Sam’s smile was almost elastic, snapping out wide across her face at the merest hint of amusement.
oh my beating heart, may you always be elastic and may you always know your way home.
Hair elastics break. Often. I will never forget the feeling of getting ready for gym class, at the age of 12 or 13 and trying to maneouver my thick armenian hair into a ponytail, only to see the elastic snap in two. And then to hear that whistle blow. Alas, another day of windblown, messy dreads for me.
The elastic was less elastic than it used to be. this was a problem, as it turned out, causing a measure of embarrassment when some unexpected vigorous activity was required in order to reach the bus before it left the station.
i pinched my skin as a way to keep myself from cutting. from bleeding, from staining, from permanently marking me as emo. my skin pulled and pulled and i let go. it snapped back like rubber. like the bands i pulled over and over on my wrists in class so no one would notice. i noticed. i felt the pain.
Why couldn’t I be made of elastic? More like a rubber band than molasses.
stretchy bendy band rubber stretch gymnastics balance jump flexible split flip bend flex
my mind is stretched across an entire continent. leaving pieces of my heart, my soul, scattered across new jersey as i stretch myself thin across the continent and end up somewhere in central america to leave more bits of myself for others to find.
Never take a lighter to a rubber band it will burn you before you can even blink.
So as I lay in bed that morn, I realized I had everything to lose to my procrastinating life style and nothing was as elastic as it seemed. Nothing could be stretched as rubber band, but, my thoughts, my energy, my delusions. Now I have to take on a non elastic point of view for each of these and hope. Yes that should be elastic
Rubber bands are elastic. I wish my personality was more elastic. It would be fun to be able to change on command just because someone stretches me one way or another. Or maybe just when I stretch myself. I want to be elastic like a rubber band.
The elastic stretched across her skin, leaving tiny pink marks that faded after she rubbed her thumb over them. She hated these marks. They were proof of what she was. What she did. She rushed her thumb across them as they appeared, helpless to their existence.
theres an elastic wast band in my room. its red and has pink polka dots around it. It was my moms during the eighties. I wonder what made her buy it. I’ve decided to wear it to college when i grow up simply because it might make me feel more grown up. Just like she is.
Never take a lighter to a rubber band, it will burn the shit out of you before you can even blink.
I was running and running, and suddenly I fell. I slammed my knee off the ground, it felt like rubber, my knew was sooo elastic, and the pain was horrible. I am going to lose the race…
I can’t believe that the elastic went in my undies jsut as I was going into a major business meeting. This guy was notoriously tough & I’m now going to be fidgeting through the whole thing!
i wasn’t sure how long the strap would last; we had lost one yesterday as well. Michael had said that he replaced it, but we knew that the small elastic band holding us out of the water wouldn’t hold one more slip. Peter and I had been nervous going over the last rapid, as it was the most dangerous of all.
imagine if the world were elastic
we could all just bounce back
maybe the world is already made of elastic
when we’re stretched too far
we snap
and lap at the fingers of others
stinging in its place
Elastic hairbands are all around my wrists. They tangle with rubber bands, reading or advocating the things I can’t and proclaiming my musical allegiances. They are a beaded bracelets and friend strings that haven’t frayed.
The world is elastic. no it’s not made of plastic. we’re doing free association. Freely associating. And stretching our horizons. That’s plastic. When it rains what do you do? wear plastic. It’s elastic.
My elastics.
They basically stay with me for a week (at the most). Then they are lost in the shower, in the bathroom, at a friend’s house, in the bottom of my bag. There really isn’t time to bond with them, like with a head band. Yup.
They are pretty cool.
My sister has elastics for her braces.
Elastic is in my pants. Underwear ? Under there; Elastic everywhere. Elas-Sticks, I say. Elas- Sticks everyday. What we all strive for however, is to remove the stick from the elas.
Elasticity is key in today’s world. We’ve gotta be able to bounce back when we’re knocked down. We’ve also gotta be able to wrap tightly around the things and people we need, but still be flexible enough to allow for some freedom. Elasticity in the skin is important too–gotta stay looking young!
elastic hair bands. theres these new ones that are made of just like clear plastic elastic and they’re cool. also elastic like i used to use them for girl scout projects. and elastic in clothes. which reminds me of my favorite yoga pants. oh yeah, yoga. its pretty much the best thing ever <3 yeahhh. so elastic is useful for many things. yay.
elasticity in this city
gonna rhyme with the time that i have
as long as i’m in this capacity
like gravity, i’m relative to all
who would have me
open up
let me in
Elastic reminds me of my personality. Why does it change so drastically?? I don’t even try that hard, my feelings just stretch. Sometimes, this elasticity just shows my character. In a difficult situation, my faculties can stretch like a fire-net and save the day. Other times, I feel like a bi-polar maniac because of the intense tugging and re-shaping that happens to my feelings, emotions, and overall personality. Elastic. One word. It equals my personality.
the one saving grace i have had in this world is in elastic memory. bent beyond my will and recognition of any over indulgence or facts or sentience, and i have returned (more or less) into a form i can recognize most days.
things that spring back and forth, rubber bands snaping and hitting people in the face, total humiliation to that person, but fun and laughter had by all. Good times with chucky cheese and the giant elastic ball, made of rubber bands streched to the brink holding together what’s basically a bouncy ball.
elastic is a plastic, sometimes I like to snap it.
it holds my hips to my fuzz, elastic is as elastic does.
rubber band keeps things together, gum, purple usually white tho im guessing because whenmy rubber band breaks thats what i see, its on sweat pants it scrunches things together, it could possibly just hold something more than a pair of sweatpants together but who knows, haha,
Elastic…. If only we were all more like that… Stretching and bending as needed but not breaking… Alas, we are often too caught up in the emotion of the moment…
Gym shorts use the cheapest materials: elastic included. So that’s why I never really cared if I lost mine or not. But when McCambell starts going all Psycho Gym Teacher on me for not dressing out so many times, I figure I’ll do the nice thing and warn her that I can’t find your gym shorts. Big mistake. Her solution: just go look around the locker room for a pair.
I use an elastic band to tie my hair. It hurts sometimes, but I don’t want my hair falling into my food. Elastics are very handy. They tie items very well. Elastic is stretchy. Wastebands.