fabric reminds me of the fabic of the nation. it’s like five minutes away from my house, at the Toa Payoh HDB Hub building. it’s this really humongous pice of patchwork done by manymany singaporeans!
kaolla
fabric stitched together. fabric of my life is falling apart. the threads enstrangle me and suffocate me cutting open my face and my skin, fabric paper cuts slice and dice me to the substance beneath, i’m a pool of dropped stitches and knitting wool.
Lin
the fabric on her dress was as see through as her facade. Please. Was I really to believe that she just happened to come here alone the same day I was on a first date? Doubtful. Yet, that dress….
Anthony
Fabric feels soft.
Fabric is a club in London
Fabric is comforting.
Fabric is synthetic.
Fabric by any other name is either natural or manufactured.
It feels urban, but protects us, expresses us.
Mun-Keat Looi
the fabric of my being is tattered but i am on my way to flicking it to shine
paper
The fabric of his t-shirt was always something that endeared me. Rough but soft at the same time. I used to love to rest my cheek on his chest and feel it. It would make me feel safe and warm and protected. I only wished he would hold me a little tighter. And that he smelled better.
S
The soft fabric was all i needed to remember his face. His skin was as smooth as satin sheets right after he shaved and as coarse as gravel not even four hours later. We always laughed about it. He was my werewolf. I loved him for that alone.
Jai
the fabric softener in the clothes created an itchy effect on my skin. that’s the last time I ever bother to have chemically soften clothing. Now, for the next few days I’ll have to put up with this nasty itching because I’m way too lazy to re-wash.
torryn lewis
call the fabric police
and let them know
your suit is outdated
the vest you wear
in no longer in vogue
trade in your duds
for fabric more in
keeping with the times
sambpoet
call the fabric police
and let them know
your suit is outdated
the vest you wear
in no longer in vogue
trade in your duds
for fabric more in
keeping with the times
sambpoet
the colors of the flag
threads interwoven
with blood and sky
and the white of daylight
these are the lifelines
in the fabric of
Old Glory
Sambpoet
dont fabric very stupid lies on me. if you have to lie be at least clever. Its so misrable making out stupid lies. I thought you were more smart.
nancy
It bagan with the woof. Why the birds were singing I do not know. Then the warp began, magically. I moved to the side, thought of my camera but then forgot it, moved on to the head and thought about my life. It was a fabric, but not of the kind that could be cut or sewn.
Edward Buckbee
fabric is fun to feel
Ernie
loosly falling about ankles and wrapped in a silly scarf. She was nearly as colourful as her headache informed her she was. Plainly the texture of the cracker couldn’t match this lovely sweater, but that’s why she bought the couch after all.
ali
I love the feel of silky fabric. It it smooth against my skin. Fluid and graceful. That’s how it makes me feel.
Oh lord..what do I write about a random word like fabric??? It takes ages for me to compose a business letter to my colleague and you think this would be any easier ?? Bah !!! hell no !!! All I can say, is linen. way to go egypt !!! :DD
Rinchen Zhangpo
Fabric fabric fabric fabric you sew and sew and what are you left with? Torn and stained, ill-fitting, too-tight ugly wrinkled. It’s no use. You sit at that machine, pumping your foot in time to your heart dying slower and slower until the wheels stop turning.
a.
A piece of cloth, used to cloth people.
A fabric of space; I think that’s like just space and everything in it, or something… lol, stupid me XD
Uh… Hmm… Thinking…
Daniel Thor
Fabric is the material clothing is made of. There is a large variety of fabric available-silk,cotton,velvet and tons more which I don’t have the brains to name. But I suppose without this discovery, humans would be a lot more indecent than they are. Or so the people who believe in wearing clothes say.
Ellis
The fabric was soft but clingy. You could easily see the shapes she was so frantically trying to hide. To touch would be heaven, but is so so forbidden
JELD
uma fabrica tem bra
l
The feel of fabric reassures me that life goes on – that we humans can survive through anything and one day there’ll be a fabric that will even stop world hunger, edible undies on a whole new level
Jen
we wear it, touchable, causes sensations, very interesting material, i would like to build a houe with it, the curtains are fabric.
basar erdener
my dad…my dad had a factory…not of fabric, but in in portuguese factory is very similar to fabric…
is cruel to me sometimes..sometimes i hate him…
don’t know what to do…
angela
fabricate the fabrics of sole… say no to love
MTZ
the fabric of our youth was torn apart at the seems
letters penned by fools that we believed
naieve
impresionable
foolishly
percieved
luke
Coarsely, it shifted against her skin. Every sense was magnified, but this the most. Scratch, scratch, scratch. She handed the pipe to her brother, and he dragged long, and exhaled. Still, every fiber of the fabric of her jeans shifted and shifted on her.
Marjolein
fabric.
i don’t love all of them.
some.
fabric to me must have texture.
although all of them have their own texture .. !!
i love rough ones.. smooth ones.. satiny ones..
silky ones..
i love wearing fabric that are not only cotton..
that has a texture on my skin ..
that creates patterns and shadows..
su-en
one word…and it’s love – everything I feel, but it’s more simple than the deep feelings that I have about you.
Kali
Smooth light comfortable natural washable cotton is my favorite. then theres linen and the towels of bamboo
peacefulnative
Fabric is what separates us from the animals. Especially when we use them for our fabric. How do you like that PETA.
Jordan Padilla
makes everything pretty but unties all parts of the community in which we live.
benmack
It clothes my body warmly and does not let me linger in the woods of anihilation as does the sodden sheets of my mind I wish that one day this fabric would leave me be and disappear into the oblivion of bliss and woeful happiness that i wish will render me fabricless and insane. Tell me what do you see but a pile of fabric.
Michelle
the fabric of time. it is the fourth dimension. i cant understand it. it comes and goes just as we come and go. i am here. where are you? where was that? how long ago? how long until? nothing matters. it is just refolded. folding folding folding. coming and going. one this happens. it happens again. folding.
molly
Boy is fabric just one of those irreplaceable functionalities of life. If there were only a cloth of fabric, and no food, we would not survive, but our lower areas would be quite warm. Unfortunately, it can not travel into space, so it’s possibility on the final frontier is non-existant.
David Fong
I watched the napkin unfold by itself. No one else at the table saw it or saw the horror on my face. This wasn’t the first time.
Jar
outside..
skin soft to touch..
patterned facade to shelter..
cool or warm / small or large..
delicately soft to wear..
disguises the layers..
inside..
bronto..
so soft, so soft, wrap me up, smother me in your comforting embrace.
This is were we love, us lovers, our place of love.
eh wtf is this lawllawl ehhh
fabric reminds me of the fabic of the nation. it’s like five minutes away from my house, at the Toa Payoh HDB Hub building. it’s this really humongous pice of patchwork done by manymany singaporeans!
fabric stitched together. fabric of my life is falling apart. the threads enstrangle me and suffocate me cutting open my face and my skin, fabric paper cuts slice and dice me to the substance beneath, i’m a pool of dropped stitches and knitting wool.
the fabric on her dress was as see through as her facade. Please. Was I really to believe that she just happened to come here alone the same day I was on a first date? Doubtful. Yet, that dress….
Fabric feels soft.
Fabric is a club in London
Fabric is comforting.
Fabric is synthetic.
Fabric by any other name is either natural or manufactured.
It feels urban, but protects us, expresses us.
the fabric of my being is tattered but i am on my way to flicking it to shine
The fabric of his t-shirt was always something that endeared me. Rough but soft at the same time. I used to love to rest my cheek on his chest and feel it. It would make me feel safe and warm and protected. I only wished he would hold me a little tighter. And that he smelled better.
The soft fabric was all i needed to remember his face. His skin was as smooth as satin sheets right after he shaved and as coarse as gravel not even four hours later. We always laughed about it. He was my werewolf. I loved him for that alone.
the fabric softener in the clothes created an itchy effect on my skin. that’s the last time I ever bother to have chemically soften clothing. Now, for the next few days I’ll have to put up with this nasty itching because I’m way too lazy to re-wash.
call the fabric police
and let them know
your suit is outdated
the vest you wear
in no longer in vogue
trade in your duds
for fabric more in
keeping with the times
call the fabric police
and let them know
your suit is outdated
the vest you wear
in no longer in vogue
trade in your duds
for fabric more in
keeping with the times
the colors of the flag
threads interwoven
with blood and sky
and the white of daylight
these are the lifelines
in the fabric of
Old Glory
dont fabric very stupid lies on me. if you have to lie be at least clever. Its so misrable making out stupid lies. I thought you were more smart.
It bagan with the woof. Why the birds were singing I do not know. Then the warp began, magically. I moved to the side, thought of my camera but then forgot it, moved on to the head and thought about my life. It was a fabric, but not of the kind that could be cut or sewn.
fabric is fun to feel
loosly falling about ankles and wrapped in a silly scarf. She was nearly as colourful as her headache informed her she was. Plainly the texture of the cracker couldn’t match this lovely sweater, but that’s why she bought the couch after all.
I love the feel of silky fabric. It it smooth against my skin. Fluid and graceful. That’s how it makes me feel.
soft, comfortable, wool, cotton, shrinks, sewing, skirts, shirts, pants, clothes, ribbons, crafts, art,
Oh lord..what do I write about a random word like fabric??? It takes ages for me to compose a business letter to my colleague and you think this would be any easier ?? Bah !!! hell no !!! All I can say, is linen. way to go egypt !!! :DD
Fabric fabric fabric fabric you sew and sew and what are you left with? Torn and stained, ill-fitting, too-tight ugly wrinkled. It’s no use. You sit at that machine, pumping your foot in time to your heart dying slower and slower until the wheels stop turning.
A piece of cloth, used to cloth people.
A fabric of space; I think that’s like just space and everything in it, or something… lol, stupid me XD
Uh… Hmm… Thinking…
Fabric is the material clothing is made of. There is a large variety of fabric available-silk,cotton,velvet and tons more which I don’t have the brains to name. But I suppose without this discovery, humans would be a lot more indecent than they are. Or so the people who believe in wearing clothes say.
The fabric was soft but clingy. You could easily see the shapes she was so frantically trying to hide. To touch would be heaven, but is so so forbidden
uma fabrica tem bra
The feel of fabric reassures me that life goes on – that we humans can survive through anything and one day there’ll be a fabric that will even stop world hunger, edible undies on a whole new level
we wear it, touchable, causes sensations, very interesting material, i would like to build a houe with it, the curtains are fabric.
my dad…my dad had a factory…not of fabric, but in in portuguese factory is very similar to fabric…
is cruel to me sometimes..sometimes i hate him…
don’t know what to do…
fabricate the fabrics of sole… say no to love
the fabric of our youth was torn apart at the seems
letters penned by fools that we believed
naieve
impresionable
foolishly
percieved
Coarsely, it shifted against her skin. Every sense was magnified, but this the most. Scratch, scratch, scratch. She handed the pipe to her brother, and he dragged long, and exhaled. Still, every fiber of the fabric of her jeans shifted and shifted on her.
fabric.
i don’t love all of them.
some.
fabric to me must have texture.
although all of them have their own texture .. !!
i love rough ones.. smooth ones.. satiny ones..
silky ones..
i love wearing fabric that are not only cotton..
that has a texture on my skin ..
that creates patterns and shadows..
one word…and it’s love – everything I feel, but it’s more simple than the deep feelings that I have about you.
Smooth light comfortable natural washable cotton is my favorite. then theres linen and the towels of bamboo
Fabric is what separates us from the animals. Especially when we use them for our fabric. How do you like that PETA.
makes everything pretty but unties all parts of the community in which we live.
It clothes my body warmly and does not let me linger in the woods of anihilation as does the sodden sheets of my mind I wish that one day this fabric would leave me be and disappear into the oblivion of bliss and woeful happiness that i wish will render me fabricless and insane. Tell me what do you see but a pile of fabric.
the fabric of time. it is the fourth dimension. i cant understand it. it comes and goes just as we come and go. i am here. where are you? where was that? how long ago? how long until? nothing matters. it is just refolded. folding folding folding. coming and going. one this happens. it happens again. folding.
Boy is fabric just one of those irreplaceable functionalities of life. If there were only a cloth of fabric, and no food, we would not survive, but our lower areas would be quite warm. Unfortunately, it can not travel into space, so it’s possibility on the final frontier is non-existant.
I watched the napkin unfold by itself. No one else at the table saw it or saw the horror on my face. This wasn’t the first time.
outside..
skin soft to touch..
patterned facade to shelter..
cool or warm / small or large..
delicately soft to wear..
disguises the layers..
inside..
so soft, so soft, wrap me up, smother me in your comforting embrace.
This is were we love, us lovers, our place of love.