You lose the game. You’ve been working all night to gain back the money you lost yesterday. But now you can’t do it. You have to go back home and face your wife and tell her that you can’t afford to take her on vacation anymore.
All because you folded.
MC
today i learned how to fold paper to make a 6 pointed paper snowflake. I can’t wait to make many of them tomorrow with my kids and put them up over every window in the house!
Anonymous
fold reminds me of a fold in a paper. Or when you have to fold paper to make snowflakes. Fold are annoying and yet good. We have folds in books those come in really handy!
Lizzie
The sheep’s in the fold. Such a cozy thought. I sleep among the folds of quilts and cool sheets, and I am protected, too, though from what I do not know. Of course there is also the precision of the inten
judi
Im folding from this pain.
Anonymous
fold your paper as many times as you can. fold over your regrets, bad decisions, and sadness.
kjp
I fold the papers across the desk, feeling my life being set into stone as I do. It’s hard to let things go, sure. But not as hard as as it can be. Maybe it’s easier just to do this, instead of just throwing everything away with a more simple stipulation. An easier one, I’m sure. Yes, an easier one.
I’m sure there are many, too many of them to make this decision comforting.
I fold the divorce papers and say goodbye.
LOL
Folding clothes: the most relaxing part of my day. It’s therapeutic: repetitive motion – I don’t need to think at all. But I do think. I think about all of the other parts of my life, I think about the hidden meaning behind every comfortable silence, every glimpse of a smile. I think about how the world fits together as I fold each tiny piece of my life into a smaller bundle of silence.
chika
The shirt of her dress folded over, the lining stark red against the monochromatic pattern, and she grinned, ducking down to straighten it out, and then shasheyed away, just another party goer in black and white, lost among the crowd of suits and evening dresses.
Amai
I folded the sheets up. I took my time, making sure each crease was perfect. I was leaving and god damn him, I was taking the sheets. I was also taking the lamp, and the mirror, and the dog. He can keep the cat, she never liked me anyway. And as I stood there folding the sheets I realized, I should have done this months ago.
Kate
hello i just wanted to say i still miss you, especially when i fold clothes. the smell of just cleaned laundry and how lonesome my dryer is with just my things and not yours. the night crept over into day just yesterday and now,
one more believer
clothing paper laundry give up poker side wrinkle pants shirt skirt underwear t-shirt quit give up
Anonymous
no can fold you at the end of the world, what about your nice fold if we can fold the fold can the fold fold us and whats up with this fucking question
for real
As I lay in the fold of my life, this comfort zone on this earth, I begin to reflect back on my younger years… back when I knew it all.
How reckless and wonderful those times were, back before terrorism and hell came to earth again…
I bid thee adeau…
firstsparticle
Folding our lives together. Folding out traditions, furnature, recipies, stories, bodies. We’ll be one soon, and everything in our lives will fold together into something completely different from our lives before.
Stephanie
Come and find me. I’m not hiding, not really. Open your eyes, I’ll be there. Open your eyes before you fold.
Ginny
folds in clothing when i unfold them from my suitcase makes me think of home and my mom, when she carefully folded it for me to take back to college.
i miss her.
she would iron it for me if she were here…
Elisabeth
Folding is a beautiful art. It can range from origami to fresh, crisp laundry. A sloppy fold is very unimpressive, but one with clean lines and nice shape is well appreciated.
Tara
i sit under the fold of the waves, like periwinkle bluw sheets. fresh in sea foam. I fold my arms in prayer that forever i can lay here. safe. warm. relax. and slowly fold away into the earth.
Singingbelle
I love origami — wish I was good at it. Little birds from bits of paper. Napkins that look like swans. Amazing whimsy and fantasy from paper and cloth. I’d hang them all over my office.
Cindy
Fold. Folding t-shirts, folding paper, folding leaves. Folds in an origami project, folds in a kimono, folds in space and time. To fold: to bow down. Could one fold one’s shirt after folding in a game of cards and having to leave? To fold or not to fold: that is the question.
Dylan
Tuck away your emotions, folded neatly into small squares. They easily fit into the compartments in your mind. Label them, box them, stack them neatly in rows. Until, one day, the stack will tip, or the room will overflow, or the boxes will rip at the seams, and all of the hidden animosities, the anger shoved to the wayside, will be pulled from the fold, thrown to the winds, and whirling will consume you.
Tristin
I fold, fold, fold all day long. Trying to stay on top of this mountain of laundry, to keep the mess at bay. I feel like I’m in an old horror movie, like the blob, only worse. I’d rather be chased by a giant piece of jello than be swallowed by a monster of dirty socks and underwear. The only way to escape is to fold.
Krisp
I love Lilly Grove Missionary Baptist Church. I joined the fold in 1989. It has been a significant part of my life ever since that day. My first husband and I were very, very active in church functions. Now, I’m not so active.
kds
clothes doing the laudry. in a game of cards you give up. told gold hold mold behold stoled stored cored bored whored whore hoe hoe hoe merry christmas and how was your thankgiving? mine wasgreat thanks for asking. turkey still sucks. and i hate being obligated to buy presents for people at christmas time. what is that all about?
robotron
Fold and place, gently where it belongs but use a delicate hand because its already been tarnished; Misplace it and the body doesn’t work, misuse it and the body doesn’t wish to work so just please, Fold and place gently where it belongs.
Love Dubiously
clothing. folding clothing japanese style. the 2 second fold from stumble upon. Folding other stuff like paper. and other stuff.
fold-master-flex
I rarley fold clothes, maybe when I go on a trip i quickly do.
My GF doesnt either she throws everything her and there.
But i like neatly fodled clothes of course
Ahmed
I folded each star carefully. Each corner must be beautifully shaped so that my stars come to life. I thought of my stars as I folded them, and when they began to appear. Not only trapped in a jar, but everywhere, but not only mine.
ac
Folds of fabric covered her body. He couldn’t find a way in. She helped him by loosening her belt.
Zainab
unfolding right before your eyes
a journey into the unknown
a part of your future?
influenced by the past?
another step in the long road
Anonymous
i fold the page over. another one down of this stupid book it that i am reading. it is twelve hundred pages too long. i am exited for the end of the boo but not because it i am interested in the end of the story but simply so i can move on to another book.
Alex Murphy
i had to fold so many clothes when i did my laundry. sometimes i dont feel like folding so i just throw all of the clothing in the bag.when i get home and its all wrinkly i feel bad that i didnt fold the clothes in the first place, but time is precious and i cant waste it folding my clothes
mariah usseglio
Betrayal
Stand up
Stood up
Workingman
Lonely man
Got plans
Not me
It can never be
Short tempered
Not a problem
Life can end in an hour
So much to say
But I can get away
Eyes are open
Can it be
Lost control
Cannot see
In This scene in this decision
Lost my friend in this vision
Where he go
Can it be
Did he leave to another scene
Myles Thacker mylest18@yahoo.com
Betrayal
Stand up
Stood up
Workingman
Lonely man
Got plans
Not me
It can never be
Short tempered
Not a problem
Life can end in an hour
So much to say
But I can get away
Eyes are open
Can it be
Lost control
Cannot see
In This scene in this decision
Lost my friend in this vision
Where he go
Can it be
Did he leave to another scene
Myles Thacker mylest18@yahoo.com
Betrayal
Stand up
Stood up
Workingman
Lonely man
Got plans
Not me
It can never be
Short tempered
Not a problem
Life can end in an hour
So much to say
But I can get away
Eyes are open
Can it be
Lost control
Cannot see
In This scene in this decision
Lost my friend in this vision
Where he go
Can it be
Did he leave to another scene
Myles Thacker
Folding brings you new things out of the old. One can’t fold more than 7 times though! A fold in a game of cards can be a double-edged sword! Folding can save you space!
DevanC
fold
Anson
She folded up her heart, tucked it deep behind her ribs, kept it safe for someone less careless.
None.
I want to fold, I want to fold to you. I’m giving up – I’ve given my heart to you. Everyone tells me to surrender, to forge it, that what I’m waiting for isn’t coming. That waiting for you is pointless. But I’ve already folded to you. I’ve given you my heart. I’ve folded over and over, and I have given my heart to you.
You lose the game. You’ve been working all night to gain back the money you lost yesterday. But now you can’t do it. You have to go back home and face your wife and tell her that you can’t afford to take her on vacation anymore.
All because you folded.
today i learned how to fold paper to make a 6 pointed paper snowflake. I can’t wait to make many of them tomorrow with my kids and put them up over every window in the house!
fold reminds me of a fold in a paper. Or when you have to fold paper to make snowflakes. Fold are annoying and yet good. We have folds in books those come in really handy!
The sheep’s in the fold. Such a cozy thought. I sleep among the folds of quilts and cool sheets, and I am protected, too, though from what I do not know. Of course there is also the precision of the inten
Im folding from this pain.
fold your paper as many times as you can. fold over your regrets, bad decisions, and sadness.
I fold the papers across the desk, feeling my life being set into stone as I do. It’s hard to let things go, sure. But not as hard as as it can be. Maybe it’s easier just to do this, instead of just throwing everything away with a more simple stipulation. An easier one, I’m sure. Yes, an easier one.
I’m sure there are many, too many of them to make this decision comforting.
I fold the divorce papers and say goodbye.
Folding clothes: the most relaxing part of my day. It’s therapeutic: repetitive motion – I don’t need to think at all. But I do think. I think about all of the other parts of my life, I think about the hidden meaning behind every comfortable silence, every glimpse of a smile. I think about how the world fits together as I fold each tiny piece of my life into a smaller bundle of silence.
The shirt of her dress folded over, the lining stark red against the monochromatic pattern, and she grinned, ducking down to straighten it out, and then shasheyed away, just another party goer in black and white, lost among the crowd of suits and evening dresses.
I folded the sheets up. I took my time, making sure each crease was perfect. I was leaving and god damn him, I was taking the sheets. I was also taking the lamp, and the mirror, and the dog. He can keep the cat, she never liked me anyway. And as I stood there folding the sheets I realized, I should have done this months ago.
hello i just wanted to say i still miss you, especially when i fold clothes. the smell of just cleaned laundry and how lonesome my dryer is with just my things and not yours. the night crept over into day just yesterday and now,
clothing paper laundry give up poker side wrinkle pants shirt skirt underwear t-shirt quit give up
no can fold you at the end of the world, what about your nice fold if we can fold the fold can the fold fold us and whats up with this fucking question
As I lay in the fold of my life, this comfort zone on this earth, I begin to reflect back on my younger years… back when I knew it all.
How reckless and wonderful those times were, back before terrorism and hell came to earth again…
I bid thee adeau…
Folding our lives together. Folding out traditions, furnature, recipies, stories, bodies. We’ll be one soon, and everything in our lives will fold together into something completely different from our lives before.
Come and find me. I’m not hiding, not really. Open your eyes, I’ll be there. Open your eyes before you fold.
folds in clothing when i unfold them from my suitcase makes me think of home and my mom, when she carefully folded it for me to take back to college.
i miss her.
she would iron it for me if she were here…
Folding is a beautiful art. It can range from origami to fresh, crisp laundry. A sloppy fold is very unimpressive, but one with clean lines and nice shape is well appreciated.
i sit under the fold of the waves, like periwinkle bluw sheets. fresh in sea foam. I fold my arms in prayer that forever i can lay here. safe. warm. relax. and slowly fold away into the earth.
I love origami — wish I was good at it. Little birds from bits of paper. Napkins that look like swans. Amazing whimsy and fantasy from paper and cloth. I’d hang them all over my office.
Fold. Folding t-shirts, folding paper, folding leaves. Folds in an origami project, folds in a kimono, folds in space and time. To fold: to bow down. Could one fold one’s shirt after folding in a game of cards and having to leave? To fold or not to fold: that is the question.
Tuck away your emotions, folded neatly into small squares. They easily fit into the compartments in your mind. Label them, box them, stack them neatly in rows. Until, one day, the stack will tip, or the room will overflow, or the boxes will rip at the seams, and all of the hidden animosities, the anger shoved to the wayside, will be pulled from the fold, thrown to the winds, and whirling will consume you.
I fold, fold, fold all day long. Trying to stay on top of this mountain of laundry, to keep the mess at bay. I feel like I’m in an old horror movie, like the blob, only worse. I’d rather be chased by a giant piece of jello than be swallowed by a monster of dirty socks and underwear. The only way to escape is to fold.
I love Lilly Grove Missionary Baptist Church. I joined the fold in 1989. It has been a significant part of my life ever since that day. My first husband and I were very, very active in church functions. Now, I’m not so active.
clothes doing the laudry. in a game of cards you give up. told gold hold mold behold stoled stored cored bored whored whore hoe hoe hoe merry christmas and how was your thankgiving? mine wasgreat thanks for asking. turkey still sucks. and i hate being obligated to buy presents for people at christmas time. what is that all about?
Fold and place, gently where it belongs but use a delicate hand because its already been tarnished; Misplace it and the body doesn’t work, misuse it and the body doesn’t wish to work so just please, Fold and place gently where it belongs.
clothing. folding clothing japanese style. the 2 second fold from stumble upon. Folding other stuff like paper. and other stuff.
I rarley fold clothes, maybe when I go on a trip i quickly do.
My GF doesnt either she throws everything her and there.
But i like neatly fodled clothes of course
I folded each star carefully. Each corner must be beautifully shaped so that my stars come to life. I thought of my stars as I folded them, and when they began to appear. Not only trapped in a jar, but everywhere, but not only mine.
Folds of fabric covered her body. He couldn’t find a way in. She helped him by loosening her belt.
unfolding right before your eyes
a journey into the unknown
a part of your future?
influenced by the past?
another step in the long road
i fold the page over. another one down of this stupid book it that i am reading. it is twelve hundred pages too long. i am exited for the end of the boo but not because it i am interested in the end of the story but simply so i can move on to another book.
i had to fold so many clothes when i did my laundry. sometimes i dont feel like folding so i just throw all of the clothing in the bag.when i get home and its all wrinkly i feel bad that i didnt fold the clothes in the first place, but time is precious and i cant waste it folding my clothes
Betrayal
Stand up
Stood up
Workingman
Lonely man
Got plans
Not me
It can never be
Short tempered
Not a problem
Life can end in an hour
So much to say
But I can get away
Eyes are open
Can it be
Lost control
Cannot see
In This scene in this decision
Lost my friend in this vision
Where he go
Can it be
Did he leave to another scene
Betrayal
Stand up
Stood up
Workingman
Lonely man
Got plans
Not me
It can never be
Short tempered
Not a problem
Life can end in an hour
So much to say
But I can get away
Eyes are open
Can it be
Lost control
Cannot see
In This scene in this decision
Lost my friend in this vision
Where he go
Can it be
Did he leave to another scene
Betrayal
Stand up
Stood up
Workingman
Lonely man
Got plans
Not me
It can never be
Short tempered
Not a problem
Life can end in an hour
So much to say
But I can get away
Eyes are open
Can it be
Lost control
Cannot see
In This scene in this decision
Lost my friend in this vision
Where he go
Can it be
Did he leave to another scene
Folding brings you new things out of the old. One can’t fold more than 7 times though! A fold in a game of cards can be a double-edged sword! Folding can save you space!
fold
She folded up her heart, tucked it deep behind her ribs, kept it safe for someone less careless.
I want to fold, I want to fold to you. I’m giving up – I’ve given my heart to you. Everyone tells me to surrender, to forge it, that what I’m waiting for isn’t coming. That waiting for you is pointless. But I’ve already folded to you. I’ve given you my heart. I’ve folded over and over, and I have given my heart to you.