shunned from my unmade bed,
i lay sprawled on the floor,
a gravitated criminal
turned hermit, spun from offenses
like Rumplestiltskin gold.
my lungs shiver
and my will slinks in cowardice
until i am girded with impossibilities
as sure as a schoolmaster
crosses the T,
my faults grafted
like imaginary numbers
unto unchecked hellhounds.
Hannah Wells
the other day i was running through the grids on a piece of graph paper with my finger, counting to ten for one side of a triangle, when my boss came in and said that i was fired do to my slow counting :\
Noctume
sexy sex body dancing i dont know what else to write fuck bump dirty dancing bars girls short dresses sex on the floor pelvises pussy body sweat foreign bike skate
hammerhan00
Today is off the grid amazing. I woke up after falling on my head yesterday and decided…I could be dead. I should do something. I threw the dog in the car…not literally and headed to a new hiking spot in the mountains…which awesomely was only 30 minutes away. We saw a snake and a waterfall..and we got our feet wet.
Cora
a grid keeps things in place. i find that they are very useful for aligning and keeping things that need to be in order in the proper spot. i never use them for much else, really. maybe some graphs in math class in high school, maybe to play some battleship with my ex boyfriend. nothing else.
mary
boxes which has space in it and it can be filled with many things dfvjdfjdjdfjvfjvfkjvfdkjv
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one word is all it takes to upset someone even if it is someone you don’t love and it explodes into anger and hatred you have to ask why don’t we take a big deep breathe before we open our mouths say good things with your mouth like where do rockidiles come.
shushu
gridlock, I’m stuck in traffic, waiting, watching my life vapourising away, turning to smoke and drifting off into the bright blue sky. The sun hurts my eyes, it’s too early for this.
A place where dreams have trouble forming, plants have trouble growing. The sad truth is we imprint grids onto everything beautiful–painting, nature, contain it.
heidenkind
Lanes of cars parking side by side. Burning heat in the skies… Grid.
Anonymous
It’s usually best to stay OFF the grid. Although with the recent influx of twitterers, most people not only remain ON the grid. They actually live on it. This includes me.
MaiTye
The grids I’m used to seeing are those in the pavement, in the street. I hate stepping on them because I’m afraid of falling in. Sometimes I wonder if that’s ever happened. Especially the NYC grids, where hot air blows up? Those are terrifying. I would hate to be one of those sewer workers, always under grids. Someone might fall on my head someday. And that would suck.
Caroline
Grid …lines that guide…lock trap one in place ideas in place words in place space in place time in place …align to the grid follow the rules met the standards go with the guide…dont cross the grid or you’ll fall off the grid why no jump off the grid,
Dedra
A blank space, lots of little boxes, lining my life. Blue lines on white, each little cubicle it’s own universe. You can’t branch out; you must stick to the grid. You can’t just combine universes. That makes doubliverses, and triverses, and those just aren’t needed. You put your stuff in a box, and then move on to the next box. End of story. No fooling around with the grid.
Sarah
Being attached to something- a grid. People who live parallel lives with us, yet we never touch, never meet. And those that cross us…oooh. Danger.
Live above the grid. Fill in the blanks and spaces.
Renee CK
The grid is where the electricity comes from…Its all encompasing, It enslaves us all just as the oil does…we work to pay for the power to run our toys that we have no time to enjoy because we are always at work. We are on a treadmil…maybe we should just power the grid with the treadmil! Then it would be more direct…we wouldnt need the toys. we would just go round and round and round…physically rather than metaphorically, its all the same though isnt it. The treadmill of life.
I tried aimlessly. Stuck. Lines to the side, left, right, behind me. Gasping. Pushing forward but met with the same everywhere I turned. Blackness. The sweat was pouring off me now. I’d been in here for an hour, more?
Jennifer Regan
I stare into the basket, hoping for some reason that the spiders won’t eat me. I stuck my hand into the basket. Jesus Christ, those fucking waffles are hot…but I have to save them from the spiders.
Siffle McWhartonburg
the grid lock traffic was irritating, Jamie thought. The cars around him moved an inch an hour, it seemed, and at this length, he’ll be at school in two hours. Chris, sitting next to him, laughed at some car in the other lane. It wasn’t so bad, being stuck in a car.
Mindy
Grid. Grid means very little to me, as it suggests rigidity, something which I like to think I don’t have in my life.
In reaction, I probably do. After all, rigidity is routine, and I have a lot of that. I also make little plans for myself.
SM
complicated math problems using graphs, memories of my grd 10 class, fun times.
ken
grid.
organizing.
confusing.
simple.
stressful
math
numbers
names
places
hate
confusion
agenda
grid
emily
hundreds of little squares, all perfectly the same as the one next to it, going on and on, even beyond the page that shows them.
Charlotte
Theis is the national grid of electricity distribution – its a network of stations and connnections and power stations and swtiucing stations and transformers and power lines
James Randall
there once was a grid! with people on it, from ugliest to prettiest, and I was at the top, and you were at the bottom, being ugly and all of course. so i guess you should probably go buy a mask? yeah, good idea. ill pay for it, you buy it. or i could just pay for plastic surgery
NO THANKS
I frantically fill in the last few answers on my answer grid as the second hand ticks away, mocking how little control I have over my own future.
Grids are used for plotting points and shapes– geometry. Geometry is a loophole. A spatial, right-brained, english/social studies person can succeed with math in this one study. Geometry is math for the math-suckers.
mallory
gridlocked.
i spend my life in little boxes.
all interconnected.
a graphical mystery defining what could be construed as simplicity.
corner to corner, side to side.
some days i make curves, most of the time lines.
parabolic myopia, show me the way.
malvolio
grids insist that we live our lives according to a plan. they don’t allow for originality, they don’t allow for questioning the purpose of things. i wish I could life live outside of grids. don’t box me in, man, don’t box me in.
Diesel
A patchwork, or mesh. If you zoom out on the landscape you can see the grid. If you take a grid you can use it to draw better. It is a manifestation of man’s ability to break down and quantify information into usable pieces. A grid does not really exist, only our minds incapability to grasp the whole.
Andrew Meare
the grid was full of numbers. i count do anything but look at them. every once and a while a letter would turn up. what did they mean? was there any order? i thought back to the movie the matrix. this couldnt be anything like that. for pages after page numbers appeared. were they random or planned? it reminded me of creation.
brian lane
i froze the grid, so no one else could come and break through it.
h
the grids are on the fritz.
we’ll never get out on time.
gates locking down.
guess this is the end.
ill never see the day of light.
good bye forever.
garrett
i dont know what to write about grids. they are lines that cross other lines that cross other lines. it just never stops. could be used for math problems or even drawing and getting it to be straight. Other then that i dont know.
nikki
in graphic design i find it very helpful to use grids when you use a grid things are better looking they stay consistent and thus look better. You can break a grid because like all rules (or grids) they are meant to be broken. Some times its better to break them.
Aaron M B
i don’t want to write about grids anymore. those lines, those straight fucking lines that lead nowhere, i don’t want to deal with them. i want spirals, and curves and funny shapes that have no analytical meaning behind them. screw the grid. on with imagination.
Annie
This city is made of curved, narrow streets and secret shortcuts and tall white buildings. It is made of summer and warm nights and cold beer and perfect brown eyes. It is made of me, finding my way in the world, seeking purpose and a poem worth reading.
Kali
stuck there in the middle of a cybermetric area coming down on me with great force no way out it slices me into pieces but i reform and am finally on the otherside, i look back and the world is in pieces
luke clothier
Here we are, trapped, watched, unaware that all our behavior is always marked, as if we’re pieces on a computer grid or a chess board. It’s time we break away from the hand that holds us…
shunned from my unmade bed,
i lay sprawled on the floor,
a gravitated criminal
turned hermit, spun from offenses
like Rumplestiltskin gold.
my lungs shiver
and my will slinks in cowardice
until i am girded with impossibilities
as sure as a schoolmaster
crosses the T,
my faults grafted
like imaginary numbers
unto unchecked hellhounds.
the other day i was running through the grids on a piece of graph paper with my finger, counting to ten for one side of a triangle, when my boss came in and said that i was fired do to my slow counting :\
sexy sex body dancing i dont know what else to write fuck bump dirty dancing bars girls short dresses sex on the floor pelvises pussy body sweat foreign bike skate
Today is off the grid amazing. I woke up after falling on my head yesterday and decided…I could be dead. I should do something. I threw the dog in the car…not literally and headed to a new hiking spot in the mountains…which awesomely was only 30 minutes away. We saw a snake and a waterfall..and we got our feet wet.
a grid keeps things in place. i find that they are very useful for aligning and keeping things that need to be in order in the proper spot. i never use them for much else, really. maybe some graphs in math class in high school, maybe to play some battleship with my ex boyfriend. nothing else.
boxes which has space in it and it can be filled with many things dfvjdfjdjdfjvfjvfkjvfdkjv
dfvjdfiovjfjodf
dfvfkjlobijlojbkijkigj
dfjdfvjbifd
jjkljk
lokjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj
jjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj[ol[
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kol;
one word is all it takes to upset someone even if it is someone you don’t love and it explodes into anger and hatred you have to ask why don’t we take a big deep breathe before we open our mouths say good things with your mouth like where do rockidiles come.
gridlock, I’m stuck in traffic, waiting, watching my life vapourising away, turning to smoke and drifting off into the bright blue sky. The sun hurts my eyes, it’s too early for this.
green, lol, love, meaning, juice, hot, mother, coffe, red, god, go, time, quickly, know, red, mtf, wtf,
A place where dreams have trouble forming, plants have trouble growing. The sad truth is we imprint grids onto everything beautiful–painting, nature, contain it.
Lanes of cars parking side by side. Burning heat in the skies… Grid.
It’s usually best to stay OFF the grid. Although with the recent influx of twitterers, most people not only remain ON the grid. They actually live on it. This includes me.
The grids I’m used to seeing are those in the pavement, in the street. I hate stepping on them because I’m afraid of falling in. Sometimes I wonder if that’s ever happened. Especially the NYC grids, where hot air blows up? Those are terrifying. I would hate to be one of those sewer workers, always under grids. Someone might fall on my head someday. And that would suck.
Grid …lines that guide…lock trap one in place ideas in place words in place space in place time in place …align to the grid follow the rules met the standards go with the guide…dont cross the grid or you’ll fall off the grid why no jump off the grid,
A blank space, lots of little boxes, lining my life. Blue lines on white, each little cubicle it’s own universe. You can’t branch out; you must stick to the grid. You can’t just combine universes. That makes doubliverses, and triverses, and those just aren’t needed. You put your stuff in a box, and then move on to the next box. End of story. No fooling around with the grid.
Being attached to something- a grid. People who live parallel lives with us, yet we never touch, never meet. And those that cross us…oooh. Danger.
Live above the grid. Fill in the blanks and spaces.
The grid is where the electricity comes from…Its all encompasing, It enslaves us all just as the oil does…we work to pay for the power to run our toys that we have no time to enjoy because we are always at work. We are on a treadmil…maybe we should just power the grid with the treadmil! Then it would be more direct…we wouldnt need the toys. we would just go round and round and round…physically rather than metaphorically, its all the same though isnt it. The treadmill of life.
Chart, lines, xy, math, slope, graphing, parabola, curves
I tried aimlessly. Stuck. Lines to the side, left, right, behind me. Gasping. Pushing forward but met with the same everywhere I turned. Blackness. The sweat was pouring off me now. I’d been in here for an hour, more?
I stare into the basket, hoping for some reason that the spiders won’t eat me. I stuck my hand into the basket. Jesus Christ, those fucking waffles are hot…but I have to save them from the spiders.
the grid lock traffic was irritating, Jamie thought. The cars around him moved an inch an hour, it seemed, and at this length, he’ll be at school in two hours. Chris, sitting next to him, laughed at some car in the other lane. It wasn’t so bad, being stuck in a car.
Grid. Grid means very little to me, as it suggests rigidity, something which I like to think I don’t have in my life.
In reaction, I probably do. After all, rigidity is routine, and I have a lot of that. I also make little plans for myself.
complicated math problems using graphs, memories of my grd 10 class, fun times.
grid.
organizing.
confusing.
simple.
stressful
math
numbers
names
places
hate
confusion
agenda
grid
hundreds of little squares, all perfectly the same as the one next to it, going on and on, even beyond the page that shows them.
Theis is the national grid of electricity distribution – its a network of stations and connnections and power stations and swtiucing stations and transformers and power lines
there once was a grid! with people on it, from ugliest to prettiest, and I was at the top, and you were at the bottom, being ugly and all of course. so i guess you should probably go buy a mask? yeah, good idea. ill pay for it, you buy it. or i could just pay for plastic surgery
I frantically fill in the last few answers on my answer grid as the second hand ticks away, mocking how little control I have over my own future.
Grids are used for plotting points and shapes– geometry. Geometry is a loophole. A spatial, right-brained, english/social studies person can succeed with math in this one study. Geometry is math for the math-suckers.
gridlocked.
i spend my life in little boxes.
all interconnected.
a graphical mystery defining what could be construed as simplicity.
corner to corner, side to side.
some days i make curves, most of the time lines.
parabolic myopia, show me the way.
grids insist that we live our lives according to a plan. they don’t allow for originality, they don’t allow for questioning the purpose of things. i wish I could life live outside of grids. don’t box me in, man, don’t box me in.
A patchwork, or mesh. If you zoom out on the landscape you can see the grid. If you take a grid you can use it to draw better. It is a manifestation of man’s ability to break down and quantify information into usable pieces. A grid does not really exist, only our minds incapability to grasp the whole.
the grid was full of numbers. i count do anything but look at them. every once and a while a letter would turn up. what did they mean? was there any order? i thought back to the movie the matrix. this couldnt be anything like that. for pages after page numbers appeared. were they random or planned? it reminded me of creation.
i froze the grid, so no one else could come and break through it.
the grids are on the fritz.
we’ll never get out on time.
gates locking down.
guess this is the end.
ill never see the day of light.
good bye forever.
i dont know what to write about grids. they are lines that cross other lines that cross other lines. it just never stops. could be used for math problems or even drawing and getting it to be straight. Other then that i dont know.
in graphic design i find it very helpful to use grids when you use a grid things are better looking they stay consistent and thus look better. You can break a grid because like all rules (or grids) they are meant to be broken. Some times its better to break them.
i don’t want to write about grids anymore. those lines, those straight fucking lines that lead nowhere, i don’t want to deal with them. i want spirals, and curves and funny shapes that have no analytical meaning behind them. screw the grid. on with imagination.
This city is made of curved, narrow streets and secret shortcuts and tall white buildings. It is made of summer and warm nights and cold beer and perfect brown eyes. It is made of me, finding my way in the world, seeking purpose and a poem worth reading.
stuck there in the middle of a cybermetric area coming down on me with great force no way out it slices me into pieces but i reform and am finally on the otherside, i look back and the world is in pieces
Here we are, trapped, watched, unaware that all our behavior is always marked, as if we’re pieces on a computer grid or a chess board. It’s time we break away from the hand that holds us…