i like fabric. the fabric that people wear today shape how others see us and our society. the very “fabric” of our being is you will. alot of times people dont pay attention to the fabric they buy. like it does not make any difference to them what they wear. where alot of countries def. put alot of stock into the types of fabric they wear.
PuP
fabric squares, fabric frames, swathe me, hold me, mold me. fabric dreams, fabric boats, fabric sails. soft and slinky, cut on the bias, tie me up, tie me down, trail out behind me. touch and smell and newness and hope. decorate and touch and lift and pretty. beautiful, ugly, old or vintage. fabric of life? on my couch? on my bed. to touch, to have to hold.
thehappymisfit
I wrap the fabric between us. A barrier between our souls. Untold stories, untold dreams, untold history. Get tangled in the fabric with you. Getting lost in you, with only fabric separating us, everything that is untold.
Taylor Stefanski
fabric of the soul is what I wear to bed. I wake up in the morning and shake off my cotton sheets. I go to school and learn about the cotton gin which prolongated slavery, but I don’t care because my silk underwear feels divine.
burlap
ok, the second time in a row i got fabrics… and i thought it was boring the first time…. these peopleshould invent their own religion, call it fabricology… sponsored by tom cruise… oh my
ross
there she was. i had never experienced it like this before. she was wearing little more than a piece of sheer fabric. my mind was going wild, i couldnt focus on one thing for more than a second. her curves were outlined beautifully by the nearly transparent fabric. she was divine, a goddess, a princess.
Lambda
The fabric of time is both dense and thin at the same time. If it is true, then we can when finding the thinner points, punch through into another time and possibly another place.
JEH
The fabric of his suit was scratchy. Stiff like his face. He would have never worn that in life. Neither the fabric nor the face. It’s already hard to remember his smile. His laughter.
Heart, Aunt Bee
special silken draping pink more than soft, sensual and filled with light
Bridgid P Newman-Henson
Ah, time? Is that a joke? I spoke to an infant today–he groaned like a zombie and smiled for the fact that I waved my hands around. Time. He doesn’t know time. There’s no such thing, as far as he cares. And I know the word was fabric. So there.
brandEE
fabric is soft. it comes in many colors and many different prints. you can use it to make clothes, blankets, curtains; a variety of things. some fabrics are soft. some are course.
snoopdoggydog
I walked into the store and started fondling bolts. I was looking for something soft, warm, and light. It needed to reflect it’s purpose. It needed to be dark, to hide stains. It needed to be cheap. I found it in the cottons.
boo(duh)
The lines of the fabric fade as i think of how the time has passed.
I run my fingers over it and wish that i could feel you as brilliantly as i feel this.
Everything in my heart calls to you, yet here i am
Alone in the world
WITH
Leah Traylor
smooth and cosy i wear it all the time. it is black with indigo shades like that horse that was running in front of the house i lived in vrsac.
i also think of fabric that liu shifu needs for his clothes.
dalida
A soft hint of lavender could be taken from the newly laid cotton sheets on the bed. The sheets were perfectly fitted and creased in the proper place to create a sense of strict placement. Staring at the sheets I felt uncomfortable, constricted.
Shonda Wilson
is what holds time space together, is is whatour clothes are made of. we really like the word. gay people are always talking about it. I like wearing it now. hello out there fabric folds in so many ways. curtains, napkins,
trever
Sometimes, it can be itchy. I don’t wear wool. My rule is “If it feels bad, I don’t wear it.” Simple enough. Clothes should not only look good, but they should feel good, too.
Kelli Workman
It’s not often you get to taste colours, feel rainbows coming through your skin, watch music erupt from a speaker. Fabrik and a pocket full of class A narcotics however, can make it happen.
Open your mind. Taste a complete lack of self consciousness.
scootah
shirts, pants.. they cover us and make us unique. they burden us and they conform us, but at the same time make us differ from the rest. they keep us warm and can make us cold. they shelter us and can show our weakness. they know who we are and vary in color. we pick out what we like so that we can be comfortable when in the end they all do the same job.
Brandon Wills
textural fabric provides softnes and comfort to every living space. It absorbs echo and creates a sense of style with texture and softness. What would we do without fabric…it is the very fabric of our domesticv lives!
Lisa Christie
i love the fabric of our lives. Cotton. Whaddya know?
cotton is good for quilting and quilts jmake me feel warm and comforted, like family. like the best parts of family.
fabric can also be texturally intersting: erotic or exotic or flummotic. “Flummotic”? geez, I don’t think this 60 second thing works for me all that well. I thought it was timed but it seems like I’m still … oh, there’s the timer.
MooseyLlama
I love fabric more than anything in the world. Mostly because of the way all the different fabrics feel on my skin. There are soft fabrics, silky fabrics, and even heavy more rugged fabrics. They are all amazing though simply because they keep me comfortable, happy, and pleasant for the rest of my day. Thank you fabric for making my life worth living!
Alexander Bansak
Always covering. Damn us all for covering up. Really what is it we have to hide? Our bodies, and maluable, skinny and deceptive bodies. Bodies we all have. Im not sure fabric is something we should always be consuming. Because along with all this fabric, we have fabricated personalities, fabricated health and jobs, woman, and money, fabric is a world of uncertainty.
billy jesus
fabric is some thing we all use. everyone has it, uses it and loves it. fabric can make you happy or so sad. i love fabric.
Huguri
I think about things on me. The way it burshes my skin and how it affects my day. Some days it’s barely there at all and I end up sitting around in my cotton shorts just enjoying the weather on my skin without any of that nonsense getting in the way. These days, I feel pressured by my girlfriend, trying to wear things to look cute enough to stick around.
Lonny
there’s so many different kinds. for different uses. occasions. moods.
there’s texture, flexibility, weight, color, and much more to think about.
what are you wearing?
uke dunk
i hate fabric. it makes me itchy. fabric is nonsense in my days. but it also gives me comfort.
raymark
The fabric of my shirt today was a beautiful design of flowers. It was green and blue and everything in between. I wore the shirt outside with my dog and we played in the grass. Then I got back inside and dreaded having to eventually take off this wonderful shirt that I adored so much. The fabric is excessively intricate or gorgeous, and I just simply adore the shirt with all my heart. o__o
Brittany Fexer
This is what holds our universe together. Thank god it stretches, or the Americans would have fallen through the planet entirely.
God Bless the Burger. Keeping Yanks off their toes.
:)
Ezra
Covers my skin, saves from the sun, is the very essence of what makes up all things, genetic, moral, fiscal, all of it fabric. When my girlfriend is under it, we are it, fabric, intertwined, woven, from many come one… E Pluribus Unum.
The fabric of time is often said to be twisted…complicated…I don’t know how I feel about that. I mean, you don’t really know how much you affect other people’s lives, but what’s that got to do with your purpose? Just do what you do, and if it doesn’t feel like what you should do, well, do something else.
Heike
the thing that holds our life together through stiches and clothing. a needle pulls it together and filters the frays of the sides. oh how i love fabric, colorful, and beautiful.
Thom Blackburn
the fabric of life. the essence of being. what ties all of our intracacies together. what makes us who we are. alone, fabric is only potential but stitched together it can create life in its most pure form.
John Huxtable
feel it rustle–
smooth silky sensitive–
against the concaves of your flesh
warm, pervasive.
the fabric whispers
sweet melodies of sound
into your mind,
controlling your secret
desires.
alicyn.
touchin feeling colors radiant rainbow of success. eating the sun in excess. loving fabric to touch and feel hair, colors so real. woven fabric like trees bark dirt in the dark no need to see to know fabric
Frank House
Its soft
wonderful
smell deep after laundered
its fresh
i like it
amazing to feel
i like to wear it.
thank you snuggle
starla
It was some kind of weird fabric. I didn’t really care. It was soaked in my own tears, the pillowcase. What did I care about here so much? None of these floor tiles made any sense, and no one was here to tell me why. Or how. Sometimes it’s hard to say. Life’s like weird fabric.
Anton
fabric is a weird word. I think its funny. But yeah, fabric can be all kinds of things…. I’m not exactly educated in the art of fabrics, but i can do fabriCATING! haha, ya get it?… k… and so yeah.
cover me..
i like fabric. the fabric that people wear today shape how others see us and our society. the very “fabric” of our being is you will. alot of times people dont pay attention to the fabric they buy. like it does not make any difference to them what they wear. where alot of countries def. put alot of stock into the types of fabric they wear.
fabric squares, fabric frames, swathe me, hold me, mold me. fabric dreams, fabric boats, fabric sails. soft and slinky, cut on the bias, tie me up, tie me down, trail out behind me. touch and smell and newness and hope. decorate and touch and lift and pretty. beautiful, ugly, old or vintage. fabric of life? on my couch? on my bed. to touch, to have to hold.
I wrap the fabric between us. A barrier between our souls. Untold stories, untold dreams, untold history. Get tangled in the fabric with you. Getting lost in you, with only fabric separating us, everything that is untold.
fabric of the soul is what I wear to bed. I wake up in the morning and shake off my cotton sheets. I go to school and learn about the cotton gin which prolongated slavery, but I don’t care because my silk underwear feels divine.
ok, the second time in a row i got fabrics… and i thought it was boring the first time…. these peopleshould invent their own religion, call it fabricology… sponsored by tom cruise… oh my
there she was. i had never experienced it like this before. she was wearing little more than a piece of sheer fabric. my mind was going wild, i couldnt focus on one thing for more than a second. her curves were outlined beautifully by the nearly transparent fabric. she was divine, a goddess, a princess.
The fabric of time is both dense and thin at the same time. If it is true, then we can when finding the thinner points, punch through into another time and possibly another place.
The fabric of his suit was scratchy. Stiff like his face. He would have never worn that in life. Neither the fabric nor the face. It’s already hard to remember his smile. His laughter.
special silken draping pink more than soft, sensual and filled with light
Ah, time? Is that a joke? I spoke to an infant today–he groaned like a zombie and smiled for the fact that I waved my hands around. Time. He doesn’t know time. There’s no such thing, as far as he cares. And I know the word was fabric. So there.
fabric is soft. it comes in many colors and many different prints. you can use it to make clothes, blankets, curtains; a variety of things. some fabrics are soft. some are course.
I walked into the store and started fondling bolts. I was looking for something soft, warm, and light. It needed to reflect it’s purpose. It needed to be dark, to hide stains. It needed to be cheap. I found it in the cottons.
The lines of the fabric fade as i think of how the time has passed.
I run my fingers over it and wish that i could feel you as brilliantly as i feel this.
Everything in my heart calls to you, yet here i am
Alone in the world
WITH
smooth and cosy i wear it all the time. it is black with indigo shades like that horse that was running in front of the house i lived in vrsac.
i also think of fabric that liu shifu needs for his clothes.
A soft hint of lavender could be taken from the newly laid cotton sheets on the bed. The sheets were perfectly fitted and creased in the proper place to create a sense of strict placement. Staring at the sheets I felt uncomfortable, constricted.
is what holds time space together, is is whatour clothes are made of. we really like the word. gay people are always talking about it. I like wearing it now. hello out there fabric folds in so many ways. curtains, napkins,
Sometimes, it can be itchy. I don’t wear wool. My rule is “If it feels bad, I don’t wear it.” Simple enough. Clothes should not only look good, but they should feel good, too.
It’s not often you get to taste colours, feel rainbows coming through your skin, watch music erupt from a speaker. Fabrik and a pocket full of class A narcotics however, can make it happen.
Open your mind. Taste a complete lack of self consciousness.
shirts, pants.. they cover us and make us unique. they burden us and they conform us, but at the same time make us differ from the rest. they keep us warm and can make us cold. they shelter us and can show our weakness. they know who we are and vary in color. we pick out what we like so that we can be comfortable when in the end they all do the same job.
textural fabric provides softnes and comfort to every living space. It absorbs echo and creates a sense of style with texture and softness. What would we do without fabric…it is the very fabric of our domesticv lives!
i love the fabric of our lives. Cotton. Whaddya know?
cotton is good for quilting and quilts jmake me feel warm and comforted, like family. like the best parts of family.
fabric can also be texturally intersting: erotic or exotic or flummotic. “Flummotic”? geez, I don’t think this 60 second thing works for me all that well. I thought it was timed but it seems like I’m still … oh, there’s the timer.
I love fabric more than anything in the world. Mostly because of the way all the different fabrics feel on my skin. There are soft fabrics, silky fabrics, and even heavy more rugged fabrics. They are all amazing though simply because they keep me comfortable, happy, and pleasant for the rest of my day. Thank you fabric for making my life worth living!
Always covering. Damn us all for covering up. Really what is it we have to hide? Our bodies, and maluable, skinny and deceptive bodies. Bodies we all have. Im not sure fabric is something we should always be consuming. Because along with all this fabric, we have fabricated personalities, fabricated health and jobs, woman, and money, fabric is a world of uncertainty.
fabric is some thing we all use. everyone has it, uses it and loves it. fabric can make you happy or so sad. i love fabric.
I think about things on me. The way it burshes my skin and how it affects my day. Some days it’s barely there at all and I end up sitting around in my cotton shorts just enjoying the weather on my skin without any of that nonsense getting in the way. These days, I feel pressured by my girlfriend, trying to wear things to look cute enough to stick around.
there’s so many different kinds. for different uses. occasions. moods.
there’s texture, flexibility, weight, color, and much more to think about.
what are you wearing?
i hate fabric. it makes me itchy. fabric is nonsense in my days. but it also gives me comfort.
The fabric of my shirt today was a beautiful design of flowers. It was green and blue and everything in between. I wore the shirt outside with my dog and we played in the grass. Then I got back inside and dreaded having to eventually take off this wonderful shirt that I adored so much. The fabric is excessively intricate or gorgeous, and I just simply adore the shirt with all my heart. o__o
This is what holds our universe together. Thank god it stretches, or the Americans would have fallen through the planet entirely.
God Bless the Burger. Keeping Yanks off their toes.
:)
Covers my skin, saves from the sun, is the very essence of what makes up all things, genetic, moral, fiscal, all of it fabric. When my girlfriend is under it, we are it, fabric, intertwined, woven, from many come one… E Pluribus Unum.
coton
silk
rich
money
artificial
nature
blowing
panths
tshirt
sheep
The fabric of time is often said to be twisted…complicated…I don’t know how I feel about that. I mean, you don’t really know how much you affect other people’s lives, but what’s that got to do with your purpose? Just do what you do, and if it doesn’t feel like what you should do, well, do something else.
the thing that holds our life together through stiches and clothing. a needle pulls it together and filters the frays of the sides. oh how i love fabric, colorful, and beautiful.
the fabric of life. the essence of being. what ties all of our intracacies together. what makes us who we are. alone, fabric is only potential but stitched together it can create life in its most pure form.
feel it rustle–
smooth silky sensitive–
against the concaves of your flesh
warm, pervasive.
the fabric whispers
sweet melodies of sound
into your mind,
controlling your secret
desires.
touchin feeling colors radiant rainbow of success. eating the sun in excess. loving fabric to touch and feel hair, colors so real. woven fabric like trees bark dirt in the dark no need to see to know fabric
Its soft
wonderful
smell deep after laundered
its fresh
i like it
amazing to feel
i like to wear it.
thank you snuggle
It was some kind of weird fabric. I didn’t really care. It was soaked in my own tears, the pillowcase. What did I care about here so much? None of these floor tiles made any sense, and no one was here to tell me why. Or how. Sometimes it’s hard to say. Life’s like weird fabric.
fabric is a weird word. I think its funny. But yeah, fabric can be all kinds of things…. I’m not exactly educated in the art of fabrics, but i can do fabriCATING! haha, ya get it?… k… and so yeah.