We signed the lease on Friday night and we’re hoping to be moved in completely by Tuesday, maybe Wednesday at the latest. This is going to be my first apartment and it’s Stacey’s second or third I think. So I’m kind of going to be leaning on her for her experience and hoping she can kind of guide me into this whole thing. I don’t know why I wrote this, I don’t even know any Stacey and I haven’t leased an apartment.
Lee
There she was again leasing out her love to another. Just like she had so many years before. Tricking me with her lies and promises. I knew that she had stollen my heart from the very first day I knew her. Her dark wavy hair in tight curls down her back, her golden personality shinning brighter then her eyes. Her smile so brilliant at never the less she meant everything to me and I thought she knew that when all of this started. I could have sworn that I bought her heart and all the love to come with it but here I am watching her lease out her love again. Her lease came with terms and conditions just like any contract. The payment was my soul, my time and she spent them recklessly.
You see these commercials where they tell you, mostly if you’re old, that you’ll have a new lease on life. So I ask, Just who the fuck is the landlord that’s giving you this lease? Have you spoken directly to this person or are you just assuming that whatever you’re selling will make said landlord say, “Holy shit, that’s amazing. I’m giving her a new lease on life.” You know, I work in the bullshit business. I’ve slung some of it around myself for a real long time. Convinced people to buy things, go places, eat things, go to restaurants, drive a certain kind of car. Most of the time, I’ve believed the bullshit myself, because you can’t really write it if you don’t invest a piece of yourself in it just a little bit. Anyway, here’s a news flash: Nobody on this planet is authorized to give you a new lease on life. At least not from a product. Know what does give you what feels like a new lease on life? Love. Love of anything. Love of love, of sex, of marriage (not many people in that kind of love), of food, of your children. That’s where this lease comes from. The best one I think is love. There is nothing like it. No feeling like it at all.
That’s the lease you want. That’s the one.
rubyluby
when we buy when we sale or when we get a big thing;… if there is any problem we can prove it with leases but when we love we mean that we give you our hearts as a house with any leases just trust so why when we lost this trust we are hurt because we do not have lease for that love which let us do all that for our lovers;… we do not have any prooves only our hearts know…. we cry we write… just for decrease that feeling :/
romi maiss
leasing a house is the best way to make money right?
this is shit, i hate this word. i am not even english ahah what am i supposed to say about this? i am lost. so lost. so fucking lost.
of life, to have tons of energy, and remember how the cat spilled the beans over the theshold of jam farthings beginning with the piece of carrot cake bestride the funny bunny binkiwinky fuzzfluff sex steamer with the pram in a jamjar over the spanish spood glover with lover to be for the tree of quilted spleen toother ove the raping up of the flame thrower’s farthingfilled platitudes protruding from the printh of god’ panties lompooning lashes.
Ben
The lease was signed on April 1st, and ooh boy do I wish it had been a joke.
It wasn’t though. It was never a joke, and the reality of that slammed me as the realtor stared into me head on, like a truck driver willing me to move out of her way. Her smile was fake, didn’t reach her eyes, so fake, but the lease wasn’t.
Oh Jesus! How did oneword know I’m looking for an apartment. I’d like to get into a long term lease at a steal in a rent-stabilized building and beat a little bit of this nyc rent-crunching mindset.
adrian
spoil with your touch
my skin
keep it sullen newborn easy
keep my heart swaddled keep it pleased
and smiling with curling lips like unfinished ferns
soft with dew and green and fuzz of leaf to come
capture my heart
tug it loose with your warm
press it against you
release all that you have not with me upon me
do not let it go shy and turn down its head
do not let me keep it clear
only to rear up with teeth and scorn
do not let my presence fire burn you
in my absence
keep me honest
keep you honest
keep us honest both and one
I love to lease
leasing is my favorite
first i lease then i eat
stop collaborlate and listen ice is back with a brand new addition
if you like pina coldas or swimming in the rain ????
jdsfja
I went out this morning to get some bread at the corner store. As I was crossing the street, I almost got hit by an out of control truck. It totally gave me a new lease on life. I will never eat bread again.
A lease is not owned. One pays to borrow or rent something for a while. They do not own it. It is not their outright. They pay for temporary possession.
I forgot to pay the lease this month and the landlord was now knocking non-stop on my door. I hid behind the wall, out of sight from the door windows. I could practically feel his eyes burning into the plaster that was my protection. I prayed and prayed.
Grace
conciliatory gestures lease temporary smiles
life isn’t, what you thought, because you might get hot
its part of, humanity, to always be
in
a
different
lease
of, emotion…..
alacrity for sun and fruit are the ways to be
because if your stuck on boat with nowhere to gloat to
happiness is always a place we can elope to
just have to the tenacity to rope to
wherever
your bliss-lease expires!
have a burger at spires, and feel the sun, beating through the window
you’ve always told to be positive
do we really know how to live positive
how can lease such thought
when Christmas is here to be bought
by mad drivers
and screwed up red/blue phantom riders
push the brakes on that drapes sliding in front of human heart!
“How much money do you think we need to save for the lease?”
I inhaled sharply, trying to clog the sudden congestion in my left nostril. “I don’t know,” I said. “One thousand dollars? Fifteen hundred?”
Edgar nodded. We were standing by his desk, looking down at the mosaic of paperwork that we had yet to sign. The pottery shop was doing well sales-wise, but the payments for the space were just getting ridiculous.
Belinda Roddie
I asked for a second lease. I couldn’t afford to stay here anymore. I looked at my hands, at the lease, felt the salt gathering behind my eyes. I needed a second lease. The pangs and pain of adult were bringing more and more salt forward. I needed a second lease. God forbid I be able to afford anything else.
Neomi
The paper was clear. Crystal clear. She had signed over the land with her own signature. No court of law could have found a way around it. He sighed deeply and looked over at her. But she had made her decision.
A new lease on life. What does that even mean? A second chance, I suppose, but what if it’s worse than my first chance? People might tell me I’m not the judge of that, but becoming a frog is not the idea this prince had of a second chance.
Cat
To get a new lease on life, you have to change the conditions of the lease. You can do this at any time with just a bit of intention and a lot of brain(instead of elbow) grease on your part.
The wording on the lease looked all right. “You have to sign now,” the landlord said.
“I want to have a friend look it over.” The man, shorter than Crissa but very muscular, gave her a head to foot stare, as if sizing her up for something.
“What, don’t you trust me?”
Crissa wavered. The landlord was between her and the door. He crossed his arms, looking like he was going to wait her out.
“Well, don’t you?”
She wanted to cry. Her phone rang. The landlord stepped back and Crissa ran out of the office, saying, “Yes, I’m ready. I’ll meet you at the front.” She continued running until she reached the street and down the block. The person calling the wrong number had saved her.
I am going to lease this car to you. Now that you have a car you can go dive it and then bring it back in a week.
Simon Woodard
The lease was up, the boxes packed. He sat looking at them all in his apartment, a maze that he had been having to find his way through as he had collected his remaining items. He was unsure of where he would be when they were finally unpacked again. Still, it hadn’t been so hard for him to put all the reminders packed into the boxes and finally out of sight.
Right now I’m trapped in a lease with a man I no longer love. I knew from the beginning I didn’t love him enough for it, but I was desperate to get out of my mother’s house and hoped that maybe if I tried hard enough I would fall deeper and deeper “in love” with him. I was right.
Paige B
The lease of her heart expired. I lost her.
I guess I just forgot to pay enough love.
Nat
Leasing. Lassen? Lass das Auto leasen? Lass uns ein Auto leasen. Release. Loslassen. Die Idee des Autos loslassen. Wenn ich ein Auto hätte, wenn ich fahren könnte, dann wäre mein Blick auf die Welt ein ganz anderer. Dann wäre der Blick der anderen auf mich ein ganz anderer. ICH könnte entscheiden, zu welchem Ausflugsziel ich meine Eltern bringen will. Ich könnte sie spontan besuchen, ich wäre auf niemanden mehr angewiesen, der mich vom Bhf abholt. Wäre ich allein, würde ich Fahrrad fahren.
I don’t know what is the mean of the word I can’t write about this word
eric
been driving this one hard
lots of miles piling up
haven’t been good at taking care of her
nicks and dents
besides, i’m tired of black
this time I think want to go red
flashy, hot, exotic
so goodbye Mary
and hello Vanessa
thank god for a lease
don’t want to be stuck with
the same model forever.
We signed the lease on Friday night and we’re hoping to be moved in completely by Tuesday, maybe Wednesday at the latest. This is going to be my first apartment and it’s Stacey’s second or third I think. So I’m kind of going to be leaning on her for her experience and hoping she can kind of guide me into this whole thing. I don’t know why I wrote this, I don’t even know any Stacey and I haven’t leased an apartment.
There she was again leasing out her love to another. Just like she had so many years before. Tricking me with her lies and promises. I knew that she had stollen my heart from the very first day I knew her. Her dark wavy hair in tight curls down her back, her golden personality shinning brighter then her eyes. Her smile so brilliant at never the less she meant everything to me and I thought she knew that when all of this started. I could have sworn that I bought her heart and all the love to come with it but here I am watching her lease out her love again. Her lease came with terms and conditions just like any contract. The payment was my soul, my time and she spent them recklessly.
You see these commercials where they tell you, mostly if you’re old, that you’ll have a new lease on life. So I ask, Just who the fuck is the landlord that’s giving you this lease? Have you spoken directly to this person or are you just assuming that whatever you’re selling will make said landlord say, “Holy shit, that’s amazing. I’m giving her a new lease on life.” You know, I work in the bullshit business. I’ve slung some of it around myself for a real long time. Convinced people to buy things, go places, eat things, go to restaurants, drive a certain kind of car. Most of the time, I’ve believed the bullshit myself, because you can’t really write it if you don’t invest a piece of yourself in it just a little bit. Anyway, here’s a news flash: Nobody on this planet is authorized to give you a new lease on life. At least not from a product. Know what does give you what feels like a new lease on life? Love. Love of anything. Love of love, of sex, of marriage (not many people in that kind of love), of food, of your children. That’s where this lease comes from. The best one I think is love. There is nothing like it. No feeling like it at all.
That’s the lease you want. That’s the one.
when we buy when we sale or when we get a big thing;… if there is any problem we can prove it with leases but when we love we mean that we give you our hearts as a house with any leases just trust so why when we lost this trust we are hurt because we do not have lease for that love which let us do all that for our lovers;… we do not have any prooves only our hearts know…. we cry we write… just for decrease that feeling :/
leasing a house is the best way to make money right?
this is shit, i hate this word. i am not even english ahah what am i supposed to say about this? i am lost. so lost. so fucking lost.
of life, to have tons of energy, and remember how the cat spilled the beans over the theshold of jam farthings beginning with the piece of carrot cake bestride the funny bunny binkiwinky fuzzfluff sex steamer with the pram in a jamjar over the spanish spood glover with lover to be for the tree of quilted spleen toother ove the raping up of the flame thrower’s farthingfilled platitudes protruding from the printh of god’ panties lompooning lashes.
The lease was signed on April 1st, and ooh boy do I wish it had been a joke.
It wasn’t though. It was never a joke, and the reality of that slammed me as the realtor stared into me head on, like a truck driver willing me to move out of her way. Her smile was fake, didn’t reach her eyes, so fake, but the lease wasn’t.
Oh Jesus! How did oneword know I’m looking for an apartment. I’d like to get into a long term lease at a steal in a rent-stabilized building and beat a little bit of this nyc rent-crunching mindset.
spoil with your touch
my skin
keep it sullen newborn easy
keep my heart swaddled keep it pleased
and smiling with curling lips like unfinished ferns
soft with dew and green and fuzz of leaf to come
capture my heart
tug it loose with your warm
press it against you
release all that you have not with me upon me
do not let it go shy and turn down its head
do not let me keep it clear
only to rear up with teeth and scorn
do not let my presence fire burn you
in my absence
keep me honest
keep you honest
keep us honest both and one
I love to lease
leasing is my favorite
first i lease then i eat
stop collaborlate and listen ice is back with a brand new addition
if you like pina coldas or swimming in the rain ????
I went out this morning to get some bread at the corner store. As I was crossing the street, I almost got hit by an out of control truck. It totally gave me a new lease on life. I will never eat bread again.
A lease is not owned. One pays to borrow or rent something for a while. They do not own it. It is not their outright. They pay for temporary possession.
I forgot to pay the lease this month and the landlord was now knocking non-stop on my door. I hid behind the wall, out of sight from the door windows. I could practically feel his eyes burning into the plaster that was my protection. I prayed and prayed.
conciliatory gestures lease temporary smiles
life isn’t, what you thought, because you might get hot
its part of, humanity, to always be
in
a
different
lease
of, emotion…..
alacrity for sun and fruit are the ways to be
because if your stuck on boat with nowhere to gloat to
happiness is always a place we can elope to
just have to the tenacity to rope to
wherever
your bliss-lease expires!
have a burger at spires, and feel the sun, beating through the window
you’ve always told to be positive
do we really know how to live positive
how can lease such thought
when Christmas is here to be bought
by mad drivers
and screwed up red/blue phantom riders
push the brakes on that drapes sliding in front of human heart!
“How much money do you think we need to save for the lease?”
I inhaled sharply, trying to clog the sudden congestion in my left nostril. “I don’t know,” I said. “One thousand dollars? Fifteen hundred?”
Edgar nodded. We were standing by his desk, looking down at the mosaic of paperwork that we had yet to sign. The pottery shop was doing well sales-wise, but the payments for the space were just getting ridiculous.
I asked for a second lease. I couldn’t afford to stay here anymore. I looked at my hands, at the lease, felt the salt gathering behind my eyes. I needed a second lease. The pangs and pain of adult were bringing more and more salt forward. I needed a second lease. God forbid I be able to afford anything else.
The paper was clear. Crystal clear. She had signed over the land with her own signature. No court of law could have found a way around it. He sighed deeply and looked over at her. But she had made her decision.
A new lease on life. What does that even mean? A second chance, I suppose, but what if it’s worse than my first chance? People might tell me I’m not the judge of that, but becoming a frog is not the idea this prince had of a second chance.
To get a new lease on life, you have to change the conditions of the lease. You can do this at any time with just a bit of intention and a lot of brain(instead of elbow) grease on your part.
The wording on the lease looked all right. “You have to sign now,” the landlord said.
“I want to have a friend look it over.” The man, shorter than Crissa but very muscular, gave her a head to foot stare, as if sizing her up for something.
“What, don’t you trust me?”
Crissa wavered. The landlord was between her and the door. He crossed his arms, looking like he was going to wait her out.
“Well, don’t you?”
She wanted to cry. Her phone rang. The landlord stepped back and Crissa ran out of the office, saying, “Yes, I’m ready. I’ll meet you at the front.” She continued running until she reached the street and down the block. The person calling the wrong number had saved her.
I am going to lease this car to you. Now that you have a car you can go dive it and then bring it back in a week.
The lease was up, the boxes packed. He sat looking at them all in his apartment, a maze that he had been having to find his way through as he had collected his remaining items. He was unsure of where he would be when they were finally unpacked again. Still, it hadn’t been so hard for him to put all the reminders packed into the boxes and finally out of sight.
Right now I’m trapped in a lease with a man I no longer love. I knew from the beginning I didn’t love him enough for it, but I was desperate to get out of my mother’s house and hoped that maybe if I tried hard enough I would fall deeper and deeper “in love” with him. I was right.
The lease of her heart expired. I lost her.
I guess I just forgot to pay enough love.
Leasing. Lassen? Lass das Auto leasen? Lass uns ein Auto leasen. Release. Loslassen. Die Idee des Autos loslassen. Wenn ich ein Auto hätte, wenn ich fahren könnte, dann wäre mein Blick auf die Welt ein ganz anderer. Dann wäre der Blick der anderen auf mich ein ganz anderer. ICH könnte entscheiden, zu welchem Ausflugsziel ich meine Eltern bringen will. Ich könnte sie spontan besuchen, ich wäre auf niemanden mehr angewiesen, der mich vom Bhf abholt. Wäre ich allein, würde ich Fahrrad fahren.
I don’t know what is the mean of the word I can’t write about this word
been driving this one hard
lots of miles piling up
haven’t been good at taking care of her
nicks and dents
besides, i’m tired of black
this time I think want to go red
flashy, hot, exotic
so goodbye Mary
and hello Vanessa
thank god for a lease
don’t want to be stuck with
the same model forever.