Keys … lying jumbled in a drawer. Lost beginnings. Gathering dust. Cool metal with possibility in your hand. Weighty. With substance.
ceecee
i have lots of key chains that i never use. honestly i never knew what their purpose was? useless unless they do something like make fire. i once had a keychain with a bird on it. it didnt help me. or my keys.
Briana
I can’t find my keys. Where could the be? I left them beside my bag. Did the dog carry them off? Are they in the fridge? Did I leave them in the door? Where are my keys? Why does this always happen to me?
Camille
His keys jingled at the door before he unlocked it, you know this means that he wants to invite you inside when he gets all nervous and tries to stay ever second he can with you by his side.
urska
i type with keys. but that’s not usually the first thing i think of when i hear the word keys. there are actually many types of keys. car keys, house keys. actually i cant really think of any more than that. anyway what sucks is when you lose your keys.
Ali
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I dropped my keys on the cold cement because my hands were shaking from nerves. I looked around, but no one was in sight as I quickly swiped them up. Fearfully, I got into the car and drove off, before I REALIZED I LEFT MY PURSE ON THE GROUND.
Areefa
He set his keys on the rickety table beside the door. His apartment never looked so inviting. The couch, worn with years logged in front of the TV and sweaty one night stands, calls his name in the dark
ch
The Keys are a beautiful place..or so I heard them describe it. Ah! i so wanted to go anf enjoy it for myself..
But my stupid step brothers insisted that I take care of their stupid motorcycles.
I had a good mind to accidently shove it in the ocean.
som
I picked up the keys from the table and listened to the sound they made as the jangled in my hand. The car sat outside, already cleared of snow and waiting for me to start it. I paused for a moment at the door, took one last look around the room, and walked away from my old life.
Meg
my husband loses these more than anyone i’ve ever known. why can’t we just put them in the same spot each time we put them down?
and, my keys? fantastic. not only do i not lose them but i’ve got adorable princess keys so my girls can admire them (and me). ;-)
Sam chin
Keys are something that Marui never managed to bother with. He lost them, he found them, he misplaced them, it was never really a problem. Besides, he always knew, that if he were ever to really be locked out of his apartment, he would always be able to get back into there. After all, Yanagi was waiting for him at home. And Yanagi never let him down.
Meru
They were there, on the table. I just had to grab them, and be gone. Slowly, my hand reached towards my older brother’s keys, ready to make a swift exit once they were in my hands. I had to see her tonight, no matter the cost.
Casey
There were keys to many things. She happened to hold one of them, more dear than any other. It was a key to my home, a key to my life, and a key to anything and everything I was.
She held the key to my heart, and it was one, that I could never get back.
Striddles
I always lose my keys. That is why I try and keep them with me at all times. I count how many things I have in my pocket so that I can know I have everything I need to start my day. I have only locked myself out once.
Deanna Critchley
I found someone’s old rusted keys
stuck underneath layers of mud
I wondered where they had been
whose pockets they had jingled in
now they click and ding and jingle around my neck
and maybe someday someone will recognize their distinctive song.
Skye
The KeY tool is used in formal verification of Java programs. It accepts both specifications written in JML or OCL. These are transformed into theorems of dynamic logic and then compared against program semantics which are likewise defined in terms of dynamic logic. KeY is significantly powerful in that it supports both interactive (i.e. by hand) and fully-automated correctness proofs. It can be integrated into CASE tools to extract specifications. There have been several extensions to KeY in order to apply it to the verification of C programs or hybrid systems. KeY is jointly developed by the University of Karlsruhe, Chalmers University of Technology in Gothenburg, and the University of Koblenz and is licensed under the GPL.
KeY is usable as a model-based testing tool that can generate unit tests for Java programs. The model from which test data and the test case are derived consists of a formal specification (provided in JML or OCL) and a symbolic execution tree of the implementation under test which is computed by the KeY system.
A key is a specific part of a musical instrument. The purpose and function of the part in question depends on the instrument.
On instruments equipped with tuning machines, violins and guitars, for example, a key is part of a tuning machine. It is a worm gear with a key shaped end used to turn a cog, which, in turn, is attached to a post which winds the string. The key is used to make pitch adjustments to a string.
With other instruments, zithers and drums, for example, a key is essentially a small wrench used to turn a tuning machine or lug.
On woodwind instruments such as a flute or saxophone, keys are finger operated levers used to open or close a tone hole, thereby shortening or lengthening the vibrating tube of the instrument. The keys on the keyboard of a pipe organ also open and close valves, but the air flow is driven mechanically rather than lung powered, and the flow of air is directed through different pipes tuned for each note. The keys of an accordion direct the air flow from a manually operated bellows across various tuned vibrating reeds.
On other keyboard instruments, a key may be a lever which mechanically triggers a hammer to strike a group of strings, as on a piano, or an electric switch which energizes an audio oscillator as on an electronic organ or a synthesizer.
key in a key board are very important we should know to use them very well
Asheesh
Keys are the unlock the doorway into another world. Methephorically or literally, they always grant you access to something, whether you have the key to your house, or the key to someone’s heart. They have sentimental value, and to you are everything. Without your key, you can’t get anywhere you need to be. This is how the world is organized; with keys.
Joey
keys get you into places. they jingle and entertain slow people and children. Keys can be lost, to great sorrow. But keys can also be found, resulting in immense joy. Keys open doors… and hearts.
Sierra
my keys are in my pocket with the rabbit. they jingle as i roll my fingers across the smooth polished surface of the glowing ball of wood on the heart lifted in the wall and
soonerlater
I have them in my pocket. But they only unlock unimport things. Important thinks can’t be unlocked, they are keys themselves.
Melville
as i lay my fingers across the black and white keys… a song flows through my veins. a song, written for you, one that you’ll never hear. i pound the keys, i pound out my agression, fear, love, lust, hopes, dreams, my emotions that you’ve left me with.
you left me.
cmg
Reminds me of Miami Vice and all the ‘keys’ they used to bust smugglers with.
Christian
they get you into places. they are lost easily. without keys we have no access to anything. i want a burrito. too bad chipotle is locked up. i would need keys to get in. why does the world torture me so? keys. please. measles.
Brendan Monahan
keys in the room. i see them they’re brass. and they look old fashioned. maybe a skeleton key? leading to a passage way. i’d like to go there. do you think it leads to the garden? like in secret garden. one of my favorite movies. always wanted a bed like that one. holds so many of my childhood memories. i miss that. keyskeys
marlene
there are keys on this key board. a board of keys. this isn’t what i wanted to say. initially, i thought of circuits. like on a circuit board. a keyboard is kind of like a circuit board. i typed this with one hand. i should be sleeping.
liam
I grabbed my moms chevy keys . and I knew that there will be no turning back ..it
bleeding violin
Ha, How appropriate. I’m a superintendent for a building and I’m only 26 1/2. Other than the fact that I somehow had a stoner moment and misplaced the keys to a unit; I’d otherwise be very similar to your typical, cat-lovin’, moo-moo wearing, old lady superintendent. Cute.
freddie
to him
to a touch
to here, to now
a moment
a stolen gaze
tragic. terrible. temporal.
i seek the keys
i seek the exit
i seek the entry.
starchild
I heard them, grinding in my pocket as I raced down the street. It was odd knowing someone was following me, I would not turn around, no.
I need not to, for his clicking keys jingled in his pocket.
Amanda Lauer
I always manage to lose the keys to my car.. >.<
XxXxKayleeXxXx
I’ve lost my keys quite a few times. Keys are handy, they unlock things. Cars, houses, secret doors. Skeleton keys unlock anything. Keys are shinny, and small. Some keys are huge!
jami
I can’t keep up with ’em. I wanna keep up with ’em. I put hooks near the front door. I put one of those whistle activated key finders on one set. I keep my work keys around my neck. But at least once a day, I seem to have a key crisis. I’ve locked myself out of my office, and the keys are in there. Someone’s car is behind mine and I need their keys. Some student has left car keys in my classroom and I am wondering how he will get home.
Recently, one of my students had a really embarrassing key crisis. He took a girl out on a first date. When they got back to her house, he walked her to the porch, kissed her goodnight, and then headed back to his car, which was still running. Unfortunately, he had locked the car door when he got out. So, he met the family that night. And they will probably never stop teasing that poor girl about how she made some poor high school boy lose his mind, and his keys.
Leslie Sanderson
who cares about keys? not me
nir
the keys fit the slot…. the slot accepts the keys… the slot therefore is a whore cus it accepts many keys… lmao
domingo
Open the heart of any locked soul. Having a chance to see whats really inside, not here-say. All contents will be the responsibility of the opener to take care of and cherish for eternity.
Bianca
I lost my keys this morning. I already knew the horrors headed my way this lonely Tuesday. My husband died, and I’ll be late to his funeral if I don’t find these damn keys.
Christi
Clumping them down, and i am
oh, exhausted– there is something to come from it
the same automated automated
I remember. The fuzz and the lies of
filtering I do not understand…
Cannot hear precisely, am so weakened with the
smudge of age upon my face…
predicted and predictable
I would have lifted up every finger
to manage your quality
I would have never ceased dereliction
I would have been enough.
Hannah McBride
I lost them. I always lose them. Be it car, house, garage – yeah. I lose them. No matter how many keyrings I have, makes no difference. One of my flaws I guess. Still. I always keep a spare set – under the plant pot.
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Keys … lying jumbled in a drawer. Lost beginnings. Gathering dust. Cool metal with possibility in your hand. Weighty. With substance.
i have lots of key chains that i never use. honestly i never knew what their purpose was? useless unless they do something like make fire. i once had a keychain with a bird on it. it didnt help me. or my keys.
I can’t find my keys. Where could the be? I left them beside my bag. Did the dog carry them off? Are they in the fridge? Did I leave them in the door? Where are my keys? Why does this always happen to me?
His keys jingled at the door before he unlocked it, you know this means that he wants to invite you inside when he gets all nervous and tries to stay ever second he can with you by his side.
i type with keys. but that’s not usually the first thing i think of when i hear the word keys. there are actually many types of keys. car keys, house keys. actually i cant really think of any more than that. anyway what sucks is when you lose your keys.
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I dropped my keys on the cold cement because my hands were shaking from nerves. I looked around, but no one was in sight as I quickly swiped them up. Fearfully, I got into the car and drove off, before I REALIZED I LEFT MY PURSE ON THE GROUND.
He set his keys on the rickety table beside the door. His apartment never looked so inviting. The couch, worn with years logged in front of the TV and sweaty one night stands, calls his name in the dark
The Keys are a beautiful place..or so I heard them describe it. Ah! i so wanted to go anf enjoy it for myself..
But my stupid step brothers insisted that I take care of their stupid motorcycles.
I had a good mind to accidently shove it in the ocean.
I picked up the keys from the table and listened to the sound they made as the jangled in my hand. The car sat outside, already cleared of snow and waiting for me to start it. I paused for a moment at the door, took one last look around the room, and walked away from my old life.
my husband loses these more than anyone i’ve ever known. why can’t we just put them in the same spot each time we put them down?
and, my keys? fantastic. not only do i not lose them but i’ve got adorable princess keys so my girls can admire them (and me). ;-)
Keys are something that Marui never managed to bother with. He lost them, he found them, he misplaced them, it was never really a problem. Besides, he always knew, that if he were ever to really be locked out of his apartment, he would always be able to get back into there. After all, Yanagi was waiting for him at home. And Yanagi never let him down.
They were there, on the table. I just had to grab them, and be gone. Slowly, my hand reached towards my older brother’s keys, ready to make a swift exit once they were in my hands. I had to see her tonight, no matter the cost.
There were keys to many things. She happened to hold one of them, more dear than any other. It was a key to my home, a key to my life, and a key to anything and everything I was.
She held the key to my heart, and it was one, that I could never get back.
I always lose my keys. That is why I try and keep them with me at all times. I count how many things I have in my pocket so that I can know I have everything I need to start my day. I have only locked myself out once.
I found someone’s old rusted keys
stuck underneath layers of mud
I wondered where they had been
whose pockets they had jingled in
now they click and ding and jingle around my neck
and maybe someday someone will recognize their distinctive song.
The KeY tool is used in formal verification of Java programs. It accepts both specifications written in JML or OCL. These are transformed into theorems of dynamic logic and then compared against program semantics which are likewise defined in terms of dynamic logic. KeY is significantly powerful in that it supports both interactive (i.e. by hand) and fully-automated correctness proofs. It can be integrated into CASE tools to extract specifications. There have been several extensions to KeY in order to apply it to the verification of C programs or hybrid systems. KeY is jointly developed by the University of Karlsruhe, Chalmers University of Technology in Gothenburg, and the University of Koblenz and is licensed under the GPL.
KeY is usable as a model-based testing tool that can generate unit tests for Java programs. The model from which test data and the test case are derived consists of a formal specification (provided in JML or OCL) and a symbolic execution tree of the implementation under test which is computed by the KeY system.
A key is a specific part of a musical instrument. The purpose and function of the part in question depends on the instrument.
On instruments equipped with tuning machines, violins and guitars, for example, a key is part of a tuning machine. It is a worm gear with a key shaped end used to turn a cog, which, in turn, is attached to a post which winds the string. The key is used to make pitch adjustments to a string.
With other instruments, zithers and drums, for example, a key is essentially a small wrench used to turn a tuning machine or lug.
On woodwind instruments such as a flute or saxophone, keys are finger operated levers used to open or close a tone hole, thereby shortening or lengthening the vibrating tube of the instrument. The keys on the keyboard of a pipe organ also open and close valves, but the air flow is driven mechanically rather than lung powered, and the flow of air is directed through different pipes tuned for each note. The keys of an accordion direct the air flow from a manually operated bellows across various tuned vibrating reeds.
On other keyboard instruments, a key may be a lever which mechanically triggers a hammer to strike a group of strings, as on a piano, or an electric switch which energizes an audio oscillator as on an electronic organ or a synthesizer.
key in a key board are very important we should know to use them very well
Keys are the unlock the doorway into another world. Methephorically or literally, they always grant you access to something, whether you have the key to your house, or the key to someone’s heart. They have sentimental value, and to you are everything. Without your key, you can’t get anywhere you need to be. This is how the world is organized; with keys.
keys get you into places. they jingle and entertain slow people and children. Keys can be lost, to great sorrow. But keys can also be found, resulting in immense joy. Keys open doors… and hearts.
my keys are in my pocket with the rabbit. they jingle as i roll my fingers across the smooth polished surface of the glowing ball of wood on the heart lifted in the wall and
I have them in my pocket. But they only unlock unimport things. Important thinks can’t be unlocked, they are keys themselves.
as i lay my fingers across the black and white keys… a song flows through my veins. a song, written for you, one that you’ll never hear. i pound the keys, i pound out my agression, fear, love, lust, hopes, dreams, my emotions that you’ve left me with.
you left me.
Reminds me of Miami Vice and all the ‘keys’ they used to bust smugglers with.
they get you into places. they are lost easily. without keys we have no access to anything. i want a burrito. too bad chipotle is locked up. i would need keys to get in. why does the world torture me so? keys. please. measles.
keys in the room. i see them they’re brass. and they look old fashioned. maybe a skeleton key? leading to a passage way. i’d like to go there. do you think it leads to the garden? like in secret garden. one of my favorite movies. always wanted a bed like that one. holds so many of my childhood memories. i miss that. keyskeys
there are keys on this key board. a board of keys. this isn’t what i wanted to say. initially, i thought of circuits. like on a circuit board. a keyboard is kind of like a circuit board. i typed this with one hand. i should be sleeping.
I grabbed my moms chevy keys . and I knew that there will be no turning back ..it
Ha, How appropriate. I’m a superintendent for a building and I’m only 26 1/2. Other than the fact that I somehow had a stoner moment and misplaced the keys to a unit; I’d otherwise be very similar to your typical, cat-lovin’, moo-moo wearing, old lady superintendent. Cute.
to him
to a touch
to here, to now
a moment
a stolen gaze
tragic. terrible. temporal.
i seek the keys
i seek the exit
i seek the entry.
I heard them, grinding in my pocket as I raced down the street. It was odd knowing someone was following me, I would not turn around, no.
I need not to, for his clicking keys jingled in his pocket.
I always manage to lose the keys to my car.. >.<
I’ve lost my keys quite a few times. Keys are handy, they unlock things. Cars, houses, secret doors. Skeleton keys unlock anything. Keys are shinny, and small. Some keys are huge!
I can’t keep up with ’em. I wanna keep up with ’em. I put hooks near the front door. I put one of those whistle activated key finders on one set. I keep my work keys around my neck. But at least once a day, I seem to have a key crisis. I’ve locked myself out of my office, and the keys are in there. Someone’s car is behind mine and I need their keys. Some student has left car keys in my classroom and I am wondering how he will get home.
Recently, one of my students had a really embarrassing key crisis. He took a girl out on a first date. When they got back to her house, he walked her to the porch, kissed her goodnight, and then headed back to his car, which was still running. Unfortunately, he had locked the car door when he got out. So, he met the family that night. And they will probably never stop teasing that poor girl about how she made some poor high school boy lose his mind, and his keys.
who cares about keys? not me
the keys fit the slot…. the slot accepts the keys… the slot therefore is a whore cus it accepts many keys… lmao
Open the heart of any locked soul. Having a chance to see whats really inside, not here-say. All contents will be the responsibility of the opener to take care of and cherish for eternity.
I lost my keys this morning. I already knew the horrors headed my way this lonely Tuesday. My husband died, and I’ll be late to his funeral if I don’t find these damn keys.
Clumping them down, and i am
oh, exhausted– there is something to come from it
the same automated automated
I remember. The fuzz and the lies of
filtering I do not understand…
Cannot hear precisely, am so weakened with the
smudge of age upon my face…
predicted and predictable
I would have lifted up every finger
to manage your quality
I would have never ceased dereliction
I would have been enough.
I lost them. I always lose them. Be it car, house, garage – yeah. I lose them. No matter how many keyrings I have, makes no difference. One of my flaws I guess. Still. I always keep a spare set – under the plant pot.