Unable to breathe, unable to move. I sit. I spin in place watching my life ebb away. The cat sits with me and doesn’t seem to mind, but I can’t find my way through the thick blanket of time.
Sean Archer
sitting in the car without movement. the car is humming beneath me and it makes me nervous for no reason whatsoever. I feel myself polluting the beautiful sky above me that i never really appreciate, until its gone. which inevitably will occur and i will kick myself for not taking advantage of its beauty
katie
eric idle has to be one of the most gifted observers of culture and comedy. I don’t know if Idle is his authentic surname, but since he isn’t, it is the perfect comic label for his genius. We have a photo of his wing tipped feet framed on the wall.
Jean Hooper
i feel idle i feel idle when i lay in bed all day like today i love to dream but hate to sleep its a waste of time i would live for being active because you have to be active to live i cant wait for another day because today is now
nate
stop in a stick shift car in the middle of a dangerous intersection and then miraculously make it out just in time to not get hit by an on coming semi truck. Your life is safe
steph
aim chat is always idle. I’ve been idle since I cheated on my boyfriend he doesnt talk to me anymore but he doesn’t want to break up. I hate myself so much I just wish it could be back to the way things were before. I love him so much how could I hurt him so bad? I don’t understand, I’m horrible
Luna122
Everything went idle when the computer stalled. His life went as stagnant as a pond that stinks of algae and slime. Life in the day to day basis revolves around technology.
Llewellyn Tilma III
Quiet days with no commitments, no pressure consuming thoughts. Daisy chains, meadows under the warm sun. Fuzzy thoughts, open thinking, hollow words, calm on the inside.
Tamara
Can writing be an idle addiction, idle thoughts falling on paper like an unexpected spring shower, idle minutes in a day?
Taddy
The car submits to me. I am it’s master in a world of catastrophe. I rear my ugly head and roar in the face of the cold snow. The engine bows to me, idles itself, as the car rumbles to a snow covered start. Gas pedal, accelerate.
Sarah
sometimes we all are
the english playwrite, picture of dorian gray
I don;t like it when men are idle, don;t worry too much about looking good, better be good at what you are doing
egbert
We bide our idle time, moving from tree to tree and stumbling over remnants of early morning dreams. You are a dream I wake up lonely from. Longing is a word I could get used to.
Thea
sitting in the car, it’s rainy and hot, i like-a eat some ice cream, maybe some coffee too, the hands are doing nothing, they are doing everything, my mind is faster than my hands, my hands can move behind my mind. it all sounds good on paper, or not, before or after
Unable to breathe, unable to move. I sit. I spin in place watching my life ebb away. The cat sits with me and doesn’t seem to mind, but I can’t find my way through the thick blanket of time.
sitting in the car without movement. the car is humming beneath me and it makes me nervous for no reason whatsoever. I feel myself polluting the beautiful sky above me that i never really appreciate, until its gone. which inevitably will occur and i will kick myself for not taking advantage of its beauty
eric idle has to be one of the most gifted observers of culture and comedy. I don’t know if Idle is his authentic surname, but since he isn’t, it is the perfect comic label for his genius. We have a photo of his wing tipped feet framed on the wall.
i feel idle i feel idle when i lay in bed all day like today i love to dream but hate to sleep its a waste of time i would live for being active because you have to be active to live i cant wait for another day because today is now
stop in a stick shift car in the middle of a dangerous intersection and then miraculously make it out just in time to not get hit by an on coming semi truck. Your life is safe
aim chat is always idle. I’ve been idle since I cheated on my boyfriend he doesnt talk to me anymore but he doesn’t want to break up. I hate myself so much I just wish it could be back to the way things were before. I love him so much how could I hurt him so bad? I don’t understand, I’m horrible
Everything went idle when the computer stalled. His life went as stagnant as a pond that stinks of algae and slime. Life in the day to day basis revolves around technology.
Quiet days with no commitments, no pressure consuming thoughts. Daisy chains, meadows under the warm sun. Fuzzy thoughts, open thinking, hollow words, calm on the inside.
Can writing be an idle addiction, idle thoughts falling on paper like an unexpected spring shower, idle minutes in a day?
The car submits to me. I am it’s master in a world of catastrophe. I rear my ugly head and roar in the face of the cold snow. The engine bows to me, idles itself, as the car rumbles to a snow covered start. Gas pedal, accelerate.
sometimes we all are
the english playwrite, picture of dorian gray
I don;t like it when men are idle, don;t worry too much about looking good, better be good at what you are doing
We bide our idle time, moving from tree to tree and stumbling over remnants of early morning dreams. You are a dream I wake up lonely from. Longing is a word I could get used to.
sitting in the car, it’s rainy and hot, i like-a eat some ice cream, maybe some coffee too, the hands are doing nothing, they are doing everything, my mind is faster than my hands, my hands can move behind my mind. it all sounds good on paper, or not, before or after