The grid is a tough thing to look at. It goes up. It goes down. Is goes side to side. But what does it really say? Is there ever truly any real point to it? It just is. No one can really find any deeper meaning than that. I assure you.
KatE
grid is a graph where you could collect data. Grid could be organized as a 100 X 100 made up of small sqaure units. it is very common in math.
Abraham
there are grids everyehere power grids, surface grids i use grids to cross stitch. Grid, griddle things you cook on pan cakes vegetarian sausages. i dont understand vegetarian food, the fake meat stuff,s I have a freezer full of them but just cant bring myself to eat them it feels like cheating. I mean, i’m trying not to eat meat, why would I want to eat fake meat.
Erin
i was sitting in algebra. mr ayars was intimidating. 48? really? i was confident this time. the grid lines on the graph seemed more familiar to me. maybe it was only in my dreams.
natalie
i wish i could be off the grid. i wish there was a place that i could go and be something that no one could find. i want to be free. free of everything. but i want to be known in my freedom. i want people to know what it is i want to say and hope that it is something tht they want to say too, but never knew how. i want to be above the grid. i want to be something better than i am.
jenny
squares, lines, boxes, roads. The city was laid out in a neat grid pattern, you could always find what you needed by driving up one street and down the next. Of course the random pattern of one way roads made it much more difficult.
Sam
squares are very nice to look at because the are organized and simple and easy to understand. Some people feel sick when they see grids others think of math class.
Brandon
grid is the amount i see when i look at you
the grid of your eye sparkles,i like that.
i see the grid in the way you walk, talk and kiss my face.
i see the grid in the street after you left me.
waiting again for the grid of your love.
nikkie
grid. grids. that is all our life is composed of now a days. we drive inside of grids. our computers have grids and for pete’s sake our electricity comes from millions of these. We are boxed in, boxed inside grids.
ashley
The grid is a plane full of lines that continuously intersect. they do not stop intersecting. This is of life. No matter what you do, it will always cross paths with another. Something will always connect with something else. Even if you start at the very tip, you can end up at a point five thousand units away. Life if full of connections. This is how knowledge is spread; how people interact– through connection. Connection is a vital part of human survival. It is, perhaps, the most important. The grid, a simply plane of lines, represents such importance.
chris
The grid in the math homework was so disproportionate that I had no idea how to solve the problem.
Heather
Everytime it falls on Secondlife i have this urge of killing each and everyone involved on the Linden Labs Project :(
Maxi
iron. hard as a rock. oh the rocky mountains, smokey too, blue ridges. open ocean. rattlings in the basement. golf on a neatly manicures lawn. sod, is it real grass? it grows but so uniformly. can we really consider it wild?
mich
GRID IS SOMETHING THAT IS PRESENT EVERYWHERE..
THOUGH NOT ALL CAN SEE IT, ONLY SPECIAL PEOPLE WITH SPECIAL ABILITIES TO SEE THROUGH AND BEYOND WHAT THE NORMAL PEOPLE CAN SEE.
HARRY
iron was perfectly groomed. silent and empty. silence belies the violence that takes place as a rite of passage for teenage boys
D2theMcV
A grid, lines that interset, just like lives that intersect. We all live on a grid ever expanding as lives meet, nodes are created. A grid
hywong
grid, so structured so avaible for complacency. my girlfriend used to complain that tucson wasnt set on a grid so it was so hard to find any place she wanted to go. i liked it though, because we spent more time together like that, and all too often we gave up on what we were trying to find and we just found something to do
boyer
I see lines and math and quadrants with black lines, seperating space and making things equal.
Kate
The lights spread around the city in an intricate grid. I sat on the rooftop, thinking about the things I’d lost, and the things I’d never had at all.
One by one, the lights extinguished as night fell.
Similarly, I extinguished my thoughts about each thing that had parted from my life.
None of it mattered.
I switched off the light and climbed in to bed.
Katherine
Grid. This is the thing keeping us in place, keeping us in rank and file, ready to fall into place or fall into blood and pus and the maw of the world. I fear the grids everywhere, the lattice on the floor, but I know that it’s part, it’s part, it’s part of us all.
Oh, categorization, oh, there are crossword puzzles, oh, why, why, why are there so many grids.
Martin Tarnoff
Grid.
following this way following that way… lines up down, left, right. leading in a direction only know to that of the driven….
Dede
the streets in Utah are formed into a grid pattern, and so therefore they are ea easily traversed. the way in which they are set up isn’t used anymore, so the suburbs are not set up in this manner.
Peter
sometimes I just want to fall off the grid for a while. lay low. stay low. not feel. not have to play the games people play. do what I want without people telling me to get back on the grid.
Lisamarie
I was looking at a hemacytometer today and we had to find cells in the grids, 4 1×1 mm grids with dead cells and live cells but the fucking cells were missing when we went back today at 7 so like what the fuck am i supposed to do. Fucking grids. I’d rather play four square.
ryan
I’M GONNA JUMP ON THAT TRAIN INTO THE CONGO AND FALL RIGHT OFF THE FUCKING GRID. IF I’M SUCCESSFUL, YOU’LL NEVER SEE MY FAT ASS AGAIN. THINGS WILL FINALLY BE LIKE LIKE THEY USED TO BE AGAIN.
Daniel Arntz
blocks of empty space that sit on top and next to each other. They define days, months and years. They are the same shape over and over and over.
Katie
what the hell. Grid?
Ummm……. Maths?
Show-jumping grid work. That was always fun, I loved that bouncers and 2 strides, never the one striders… Ended up riding my horses neck at a compitition because he refused the one stride
Madi
oh you splendidly sweet blocks of cold air and open space… waiting – begging me to fill you in with pencil-scribbled mistakes…
stage blocking that leaves clocks tick, tock- tocking… outlining time in smooth, cubicle lines… a marching band formation just waiting to be the climax of my geometrical masturbation…
marking spots with x’s and dots… stacking up shapes like bricks layered in between superhero capes…
cold and empty, my graph paper pleasure box… pardon me… i’ve gotta go get my rocks off.
lizziface
The grid overhung the area, an omnipresent reminder of order, placement, and serial progression. Constantly mapping and defining each subsequent step, each forward, backward, or sideways motion. wholly within the confines.
Keith
grid lock, youre safe, youre trapped, your intuition is frail and your eyes are tired and weary, you have reason to beleive that one choice may be better than the last because how could it not beÉ how could you just take that small leap of faith into the unknown without that presence in yourself which says this is right,. this will take you where you need to go
kayla
grid yuo can see many grids in many plases even in a book you can put in there nounbers names or alist of studenys in a teams.
jesus reyes
Life in grid.
Hard to move.
Exausted, but wired from cabin fever.
Lonley.
Escape is futile, one cell leads to another.
Does it end?
me
grid yuo can see many grids in many plases even in a book you can put in there nounbers names or alist of studenys in a teams.
jesus reyes
grids are very nice, they are vaulable for holding and storing information, and as such, they are very important towards society. I used grids in math classes in order to chart data, but they were also referred to as tables. I suppose a grid would be more like Microsoft Excel. I like Microsoft programs, but I do not like their other products
mason riedl
Tt was all griddy down to the nitty gritty like a grid of tar that, clings on your hands and shoes leaving a pattern there that smells of rubber.
roro
The grid that I plant the conic figure on is staring right back at me. This is Precalculus. This proves that you just CAN NOT plan ahead. I thought, around this time last year,” It’ll be fine, I’ll throw in 110%, I’ll make it. It’ll be a tough year, but I’ll make it.” Now I see myself, up until 4 a.m. every night, scrambling to finish up work.
hugarbol
the traffic was terrible. who designed this whole thing anyway? why did I even agree to go here with her? but here i am. stuck. in a flawed design by a man with spectacles. Philadelphia is one big square after another. maybe i won’t make it after all.
joshua lejeune
I looked at the grid of the map I was holding. The mosquitos were humming their annoying tune next to my ears. Where was I? I thought I had mapped out the path through the jungle properly. Oh dear…
Khor Hui Min
math. the derivative of a function. the cordinates, which lead me to think about the roman empire and how they used to form their roads in grids so that they intersect and this leadms to now in days the road, which lead me to think of a map that has a grid with coordinate x and y.
kat
I always make grid with my children.
To play something
The grid is a tough thing to look at. It goes up. It goes down. Is goes side to side. But what does it really say? Is there ever truly any real point to it? It just is. No one can really find any deeper meaning than that. I assure you.
grid is a graph where you could collect data. Grid could be organized as a 100 X 100 made up of small sqaure units. it is very common in math.
there are grids everyehere power grids, surface grids i use grids to cross stitch. Grid, griddle things you cook on pan cakes vegetarian sausages. i dont understand vegetarian food, the fake meat stuff,s I have a freezer full of them but just cant bring myself to eat them it feels like cheating. I mean, i’m trying not to eat meat, why would I want to eat fake meat.
i was sitting in algebra. mr ayars was intimidating. 48? really? i was confident this time. the grid lines on the graph seemed more familiar to me. maybe it was only in my dreams.
i wish i could be off the grid. i wish there was a place that i could go and be something that no one could find. i want to be free. free of everything. but i want to be known in my freedom. i want people to know what it is i want to say and hope that it is something tht they want to say too, but never knew how. i want to be above the grid. i want to be something better than i am.
squares, lines, boxes, roads. The city was laid out in a neat grid pattern, you could always find what you needed by driving up one street and down the next. Of course the random pattern of one way roads made it much more difficult.
squares are very nice to look at because the are organized and simple and easy to understand. Some people feel sick when they see grids others think of math class.
grid is the amount i see when i look at you
the grid of your eye sparkles,i like that.
i see the grid in the way you walk, talk and kiss my face.
i see the grid in the street after you left me.
waiting again for the grid of your love.
grid. grids. that is all our life is composed of now a days. we drive inside of grids. our computers have grids and for pete’s sake our electricity comes from millions of these. We are boxed in, boxed inside grids.
The grid is a plane full of lines that continuously intersect. they do not stop intersecting. This is of life. No matter what you do, it will always cross paths with another. Something will always connect with something else. Even if you start at the very tip, you can end up at a point five thousand units away. Life if full of connections. This is how knowledge is spread; how people interact– through connection. Connection is a vital part of human survival. It is, perhaps, the most important. The grid, a simply plane of lines, represents such importance.
The grid in the math homework was so disproportionate that I had no idea how to solve the problem.
Everytime it falls on Secondlife i have this urge of killing each and everyone involved on the Linden Labs Project :(
iron. hard as a rock. oh the rocky mountains, smokey too, blue ridges. open ocean. rattlings in the basement. golf on a neatly manicures lawn. sod, is it real grass? it grows but so uniformly. can we really consider it wild?
GRID IS SOMETHING THAT IS PRESENT EVERYWHERE..
THOUGH NOT ALL CAN SEE IT, ONLY SPECIAL PEOPLE WITH SPECIAL ABILITIES TO SEE THROUGH AND BEYOND WHAT THE NORMAL PEOPLE CAN SEE.
iron was perfectly groomed. silent and empty. silence belies the violence that takes place as a rite of passage for teenage boys
A grid, lines that interset, just like lives that intersect. We all live on a grid ever expanding as lives meet, nodes are created. A grid
grid, so structured so avaible for complacency. my girlfriend used to complain that tucson wasnt set on a grid so it was so hard to find any place she wanted to go. i liked it though, because we spent more time together like that, and all too often we gave up on what we were trying to find and we just found something to do
I see lines and math and quadrants with black lines, seperating space and making things equal.
The lights spread around the city in an intricate grid. I sat on the rooftop, thinking about the things I’d lost, and the things I’d never had at all.
One by one, the lights extinguished as night fell.
Similarly, I extinguished my thoughts about each thing that had parted from my life.
None of it mattered.
I switched off the light and climbed in to bed.
Grid. This is the thing keeping us in place, keeping us in rank and file, ready to fall into place or fall into blood and pus and the maw of the world. I fear the grids everywhere, the lattice on the floor, but I know that it’s part, it’s part, it’s part of us all.
Oh, categorization, oh, there are crossword puzzles, oh, why, why, why are there so many grids.
Grid.
following this way following that way… lines up down, left, right. leading in a direction only know to that of the driven….
the streets in Utah are formed into a grid pattern, and so therefore they are ea easily traversed. the way in which they are set up isn’t used anymore, so the suburbs are not set up in this manner.
sometimes I just want to fall off the grid for a while. lay low. stay low. not feel. not have to play the games people play. do what I want without people telling me to get back on the grid.
I was looking at a hemacytometer today and we had to find cells in the grids, 4 1×1 mm grids with dead cells and live cells but the fucking cells were missing when we went back today at 7 so like what the fuck am i supposed to do. Fucking grids. I’d rather play four square.
I’M GONNA JUMP ON THAT TRAIN INTO THE CONGO AND FALL RIGHT OFF THE FUCKING GRID. IF I’M SUCCESSFUL, YOU’LL NEVER SEE MY FAT ASS AGAIN. THINGS WILL FINALLY BE LIKE LIKE THEY USED TO BE AGAIN.
blocks of empty space that sit on top and next to each other. They define days, months and years. They are the same shape over and over and over.
what the hell. Grid?
Ummm……. Maths?
Show-jumping grid work. That was always fun, I loved that bouncers and 2 strides, never the one striders… Ended up riding my horses neck at a compitition because he refused the one stride
oh you splendidly sweet blocks of cold air and open space… waiting – begging me to fill you in with pencil-scribbled mistakes…
stage blocking that leaves clocks tick, tock- tocking… outlining time in smooth, cubicle lines… a marching band formation just waiting to be the climax of my geometrical masturbation…
marking spots with x’s and dots… stacking up shapes like bricks layered in between superhero capes…
cold and empty, my graph paper pleasure box… pardon me… i’ve gotta go get my rocks off.
The grid overhung the area, an omnipresent reminder of order, placement, and serial progression. Constantly mapping and defining each subsequent step, each forward, backward, or sideways motion. wholly within the confines.
grid lock, youre safe, youre trapped, your intuition is frail and your eyes are tired and weary, you have reason to beleive that one choice may be better than the last because how could it not beÉ how could you just take that small leap of faith into the unknown without that presence in yourself which says this is right,. this will take you where you need to go
grid yuo can see many grids in many plases even in a book you can put in there nounbers names or alist of studenys in a teams.
Life in grid.
Hard to move.
Exausted, but wired from cabin fever.
Lonley.
Escape is futile, one cell leads to another.
Does it end?
grid yuo can see many grids in many plases even in a book you can put in there nounbers names or alist of studenys in a teams.
grids are very nice, they are vaulable for holding and storing information, and as such, they are very important towards society. I used grids in math classes in order to chart data, but they were also referred to as tables. I suppose a grid would be more like Microsoft Excel. I like Microsoft programs, but I do not like their other products
Tt was all griddy down to the nitty gritty like a grid of tar that, clings on your hands and shoes leaving a pattern there that smells of rubber.
The grid that I plant the conic figure on is staring right back at me. This is Precalculus. This proves that you just CAN NOT plan ahead. I thought, around this time last year,” It’ll be fine, I’ll throw in 110%, I’ll make it. It’ll be a tough year, but I’ll make it.” Now I see myself, up until 4 a.m. every night, scrambling to finish up work.
the traffic was terrible. who designed this whole thing anyway? why did I even agree to go here with her? but here i am. stuck. in a flawed design by a man with spectacles. Philadelphia is one big square after another. maybe i won’t make it after all.
I looked at the grid of the map I was holding. The mosquitos were humming their annoying tune next to my ears. Where was I? I thought I had mapped out the path through the jungle properly. Oh dear…
math. the derivative of a function. the cordinates, which lead me to think about the roman empire and how they used to form their roads in grids so that they intersect and this leadms to now in days the road, which lead me to think of a map that has a grid with coordinate x and y.
I always make grid with my children.
To play something