a paper that tells you what to do when when your about to cook something or do something
Gaby
Instructions so demanding its a free country right. a little pamplet that you always loose
in a little board game then you forget how to play the games. And sometimes there are so many instructions that you forget what they are!
Believing someone blindly is a sure path to also following in their mistakes. Their is no textbook for this life, we are all individuals, yet there is oneness.
Aleccc
Instructions, well my instructions were to write, so I’m writing right now and not stopping. instructions are cool, they’re like rules in that you really need them to keep order and stuff, which is cool if you don’t want death and explosions left and right, and I think most people don’t. Instructions help you achieve a goal, such as writing. Even though I just stumbled on this I’m writing because I was instructed to, weird eh? Yeah, insctructions can tell you how to do things like make a paper airplane or live cooler I guess.
Instructions: Some people think of them as useful, whilst others throw them to the side and wing it. If not for instructions, many of us would be lost. However, the world’s greatest inventions didn’t come with a set of instructions. Therefore, instructions aren’t always the best way to go.
Lauren
I think I can follow the instructions of a position of an editor.
I’m incredibly nervous, and the first couple of papers will be hard, but I really think I can do this. My gut gives me that good feeling, like I just ate a delicious meal of homemade mac n cheese.
That’s what’s on my mind right now. Not the mac n cheese, but my new position. Which is great (or better) than mac n cheese itself.
If only life came with instructions, eh? Except that it does. They’re inscribed in cuneiform on your bones. And you don’t read them with the front of your eyes, while cross-legged on the floor in a mangled pile of cardboard. You read them with the back of your eyes, while full-striding through the grasslands, and a loud throbbing voice is screaming in clear Esperanto.
One never ending line of words
ordering me around
as if I am some kind of animal
I try to read it
the words slip in and out of my mind
leaving no trace that it ever existed
a paper that tells you what to do when when your about to cook something or do something
Instructions so demanding its a free country right. a little pamplet that you always loose
in a little board game then you forget how to play the games. And sometimes there are so many instructions that you forget what they are!
Believing someone blindly is a sure path to also following in their mistakes. Their is no textbook for this life, we are all individuals, yet there is oneness.
Instructions, well my instructions were to write, so I’m writing right now and not stopping. instructions are cool, they’re like rules in that you really need them to keep order and stuff, which is cool if you don’t want death and explosions left and right, and I think most people don’t. Instructions help you achieve a goal, such as writing. Even though I just stumbled on this I’m writing because I was instructed to, weird eh? Yeah, insctructions can tell you how to do things like make a paper airplane or live cooler I guess.
obey, follow, dictate, think, allow, do, help, begin, instruct, teacher, gift, wisdom, purity
Instructions: Some people think of them as useful, whilst others throw them to the side and wing it. If not for instructions, many of us would be lost. However, the world’s greatest inventions didn’t come with a set of instructions. Therefore, instructions aren’t always the best way to go.
I think I can follow the instructions of a position of an editor.
I’m incredibly nervous, and the first couple of papers will be hard, but I really think I can do this. My gut gives me that good feeling, like I just ate a delicious meal of homemade mac n cheese.
That’s what’s on my mind right now. Not the mac n cheese, but my new position. Which is great (or better) than mac n cheese itself.
If only life came with instructions, eh? Except that it does. They’re inscribed in cuneiform on your bones. And you don’t read them with the front of your eyes, while cross-legged on the floor in a mangled pile of cardboard. You read them with the back of your eyes, while full-striding through the grasslands, and a loud throbbing voice is screaming in clear Esperanto.
One never ending line of words
ordering me around
as if I am some kind of animal
I try to read it
the words slip in and out of my mind
leaving no trace that it ever existed