Mass is what Christians go to and its a lie. It is also the weight of things, and that is true. Mass is different from volume because it concerns only the direct weight, and not the space taken by an object. I am not sure what my mass is because I haven’t weighed myself in over a year.
Ryan
I hear Massive Attack’s song “Teardrop” in the most random of places. Latest random place? At a book club meeting in someone’s house via thier Pandora station. Most bizarre and unexpected place? A porno compilation shown to me by someone else years before that. True story.
Sings
A mass is a scientific measurement of the weight of something. A mass can be large or small. When thinking in terms that are not scientific the mass of stress I feel right now is enormous. From school work, to family problems I consistently find myself so stressed and even though I know that just doing the work, or facing the problem is the easiest way to get rid of it, I still for some reason have a hard time doing so
Alex Smith
i think years from now the problems and things we find near to our hearts will seem so trivial.
all of those silly little things we cared about will mean nothing.
and the quest for perfection will be a total waste of time.
so good luck.
Emily Vancise
“The consciousness of the masses weighs heavy against the souls of the willing. Those brave enough to step forward feel the constant, unwavering pressure of society. Yet it is these brave persons who turn our world clockwise. And it is man’s wisest decision to bear the weight of the masses, and turn this world a page anew. For it is this motion, this resistance that liberates children, and brings beauty into a world of everlasting hatred and disorder.”
~ Matthew Everwind
Beside her slept a heaving mass of discontentment. SInce he lost his job at the refinery, his motivation had been at such a low ebb, there seemed to be no hope of a return to the man he once was.
sharon london
mass is a tricky word for me.
i suppose i hate my mass, not my weight,
because my weight would change
on every different planet.
but my mass, it would always stay the same:
a number never wavering,
a measurement of my failure
constant.
I really need to start going to mass more often. I am not the biggest fan of the Catholic mass, but I just have so much I need to be thankful for in my life right now and just feel that I need to go to church more often. It is one hour each week and it really would not hurt me to pray more often.
T
Mass destruction
basic function
dysfunction
this bliss conjunction
The mass of my feelings are heavier than mass of the world.
Aurelia
An entirety of the things in which the world, nay, the universe needs in order to exist. And also, people who frequent McDonalds, which makes it critical.
Douglas Lyle
Mass of an object is equal everywhere. Wherever it is, the moon, mars, earth, space, mass will always be the same. On a deeper level, if you draw a parallel to humans, we can say that a person’s inner core, the person’s beliefs, secrets, inner personality never changes no matter what situation or place this person is. The hard part about a person’s inner self is trying to weigh it and bring it to light so that everyone can see it. It is harder for people to see than a mass, a number. It has more value and depth that it is invisible to the naked eye. Only the lucky ones get to see it. Only the lucky ones get to see the value of a person in its true form everywhere.
Ann Treesa Joy
Mass is defined as what gives us weight in space, and it allows several human beings to determine sizes and weights of certain objects in space. Recently, the higgs boson was discovered by an English physicist named, well, Higgs. This particular boson has been attributed to giving people mass, and attraction between particles.
Max
mass. it’s kind of like space. it’s not weight, cause it depends on gravity.
there’s also a church mass.
yeah, i think that s just about it. sorry about the lameicleness of this.
The crowd was pushing in around her. She felt like she couldn’t breathe. She knew she couldn’t move. All she could see was the back of the body in front of her. Someone’s hair was in her face. She winced. The crowd was moving now, a slow rumble. She was pushed forward. Jostled, she fell. An pulled her up. Everything was hot. Everything was confusing. They were louder now, roaring. She roared to. They were mad. They moved together, and she moved with them. They were one. They were not longer indivisuals, they were a mob.
Kids_table
a mass of feelings, overwhelming me. i dont know how to handle it all anymore.
poop
mass. hmmm.. oddly, i don’t have much to say and what i do have to say might border the lines of things that shouldn’t be shared. regardless, my grandmother once told me that an ultrasound technician told her that there was a “mass” on her kidney. she didn’t tell me until years after, but i think it was a cancer of some sort and i think that it’s what eventually took her life.
It was the first Sunday in 45 years that he had attended mass. He decided that the loss of Sharon could be healed best through Christ. He sat there, plaid fedora, gray pinstripe suit, and a red bow tie at the neck. Marty was nervous as he sat there, in the presence of the Lord. He had lost his touch with the big Man, How could he make it through the 8 o’clock church service with everyone staring at the old geezer sitting in the front row. Maybe he should move to the back. After much thought, the grieving man got up to move to the back of the church but just as he was about to get up he got a stinging pain in his back. He took that as a sign to sit back down. Marty was ready to accept the Lord’s presence again. He’d done it once, he could do it again. A strange peace and happiness came upon him at the moment, as he remembered Sharon always nagging at him to take his medication and use the cane she’d lovingly decorated for him. He was ready for Sunday morning church.
mass is the measure of the total amount of space an object occupies. It is relative to the volume and density of the matter of which the object is composed. Also a jewish thing.
John
the mass amount of math in front of me is absolutely suffocating.
i’m drowning in numbers,
and whatthefuckletterstoo.
the massive space of your brain…….can you only imagine the incredible amount that can be tapped into……but all we do is just think about what we could do with our brain, instead of actually doing it.
Such a huge word. It represents substance. It defines unity and togetherness. It encompasses the essence of filling a void. It disintegrates emptiness. It is everything…and sometimes a bunch of nothingness.
Elisa Sanders
mass has to deal with the amount of something that exists, it is not the density of the object. The density of an object is determined by the amount of mass is in a certain area. THE END.
rachael
it’s a mass of destruction. this whole world. my world right now. at this moment. i don’t know what to do, what to say. i don’t know how to act around this person. nobody can help me or tell me what to do.
Milena Geiblinger
Not for nothing, but does the word ever change. I already expressed in stream of consciousness my feelings about the words mass. Are you challenging me to write about the weight of an object or the state from which i was born?
Daniel Leeman
The mob gathered around her as she spoke told them something. These people listened to her. They would listen to her no matter how hard they tried to silence her. Firing her wouldn’t help. Disgracing her wouldn’t stop them, either. All that was left to do was put her to death. Then her dangerous ideas wouldn’t have the opportunity to poison the group’s minds any more.
Kay P.
There is large mass in front of me. A grey matter that requests I populate it with text, perhaps intelligent, likely just random, but authentic none the less. So what about mass. The dark heavy mass. Or the light airy mass-less.
janco
I wonder if you could some how measure the mass of influence a person has in their life. I mean probably not unless you had ridiculously miraculous science fictiony tools but it would be interesting to somehow measure all the physical things they have altered as well as all the conscious and emotional changes they made as well. How many people thought about them or their actions and how they changed in response to that person and how they themselves changed somebody else with their actions related to the first person. I wonder if it would be so massive that every individual in the world has affected all of the other individuals in the world. It would be a massive sphere of influence. Just the tiny things even. Just subtle mannerisms count.
Ritchie
the mass of the world
so heavy how can one stand to carry it
but we do
those of us who have no choice
those of us who understand the all though every kg is not necessary but carrying this mass is a necessity
just so we can continue to happy
the mass of the world
so heavy how can one stand to carry it
but we do
those of us who have no choice
those of us who understand the all though every kg is not necessary but carrying this mass is a necessity
just so we can continue to happy
dshanai
Large quantities of anything and everything. Speaking on the double and ordering more than we need. Buying in large and taking more than we deserve. Too much of anything could easily not be enough
Even at a young age I was an agnostic, even though I did not have the knowledge to identify myself as one. But going to mass on Sunday was an important part of growing up and has shaped me to be the person I am today. Although as an adult much of the ceremony of mass is absurd their is something about going though the motions of mass that helps you connect with yourself and the metaphysical world.
Daniel Leeman
nonMOOonmonmomomoomommMOOomoommomomomoooooooooooooooooooooo. IMA COW YOLO!
Cheese Cheesy
all unique snowflakes part of the same blinding blizzard
each a star in one infinite skyline
we are the same in our nonconformity
the cold passage up the left side where i stood as stone clung to air and heard the singing pitch itself to the roof. the chords vied with the swinging b
Ashley Tindall
To learn forgetting how to think, realeasing the mass of bringing it.
Mass is what Christians go to and its a lie. It is also the weight of things, and that is true. Mass is different from volume because it concerns only the direct weight, and not the space taken by an object. I am not sure what my mass is because I haven’t weighed myself in over a year.
I hear Massive Attack’s song “Teardrop” in the most random of places. Latest random place? At a book club meeting in someone’s house via thier Pandora station. Most bizarre and unexpected place? A porno compilation shown to me by someone else years before that. True story.
A mass is a scientific measurement of the weight of something. A mass can be large or small. When thinking in terms that are not scientific the mass of stress I feel right now is enormous. From school work, to family problems I consistently find myself so stressed and even though I know that just doing the work, or facing the problem is the easiest way to get rid of it, I still for some reason have a hard time doing so
i think years from now the problems and things we find near to our hearts will seem so trivial.
all of those silly little things we cared about will mean nothing.
and the quest for perfection will be a total waste of time.
so good luck.
“The consciousness of the masses weighs heavy against the souls of the willing. Those brave enough to step forward feel the constant, unwavering pressure of society. Yet it is these brave persons who turn our world clockwise. And it is man’s wisest decision to bear the weight of the masses, and turn this world a page anew. For it is this motion, this resistance that liberates children, and brings beauty into a world of everlasting hatred and disorder.”
~ Matthew Everwind
Mass. When I see this word, the first things that came onto my mind was mass massacre. I don’t know why…
Beside her slept a heaving mass of discontentment. SInce he lost his job at the refinery, his motivation had been at such a low ebb, there seemed to be no hope of a return to the man he once was.
mass is a tricky word for me.
i suppose i hate my mass, not my weight,
because my weight would change
on every different planet.
but my mass, it would always stay the same:
a number never wavering,
a measurement of my failure
constant.
I really need to start going to mass more often. I am not the biggest fan of the Catholic mass, but I just have so much I need to be thankful for in my life right now and just feel that I need to go to church more often. It is one hour each week and it really would not hurt me to pray more often.
Mass destruction
basic function
dysfunction
this bliss conjunction
blah. I hate this word. next. I literally have no opinion on it. The weight of my mAss is 125. There. something relevant.
The mass of my feelings are heavier than mass of the world.
An entirety of the things in which the world, nay, the universe needs in order to exist. And also, people who frequent McDonalds, which makes it critical.
Mass of an object is equal everywhere. Wherever it is, the moon, mars, earth, space, mass will always be the same. On a deeper level, if you draw a parallel to humans, we can say that a person’s inner core, the person’s beliefs, secrets, inner personality never changes no matter what situation or place this person is. The hard part about a person’s inner self is trying to weigh it and bring it to light so that everyone can see it. It is harder for people to see than a mass, a number. It has more value and depth that it is invisible to the naked eye. Only the lucky ones get to see it. Only the lucky ones get to see the value of a person in its true form everywhere.
Mass is defined as what gives us weight in space, and it allows several human beings to determine sizes and weights of certain objects in space. Recently, the higgs boson was discovered by an English physicist named, well, Higgs. This particular boson has been attributed to giving people mass, and attraction between particles.
mass. it’s kind of like space. it’s not weight, cause it depends on gravity.
there’s also a church mass.
yeah, i think that s just about it. sorry about the lameicleness of this.
The crowd was pushing in around her. She felt like she couldn’t breathe. She knew she couldn’t move. All she could see was the back of the body in front of her. Someone’s hair was in her face. She winced. The crowd was moving now, a slow rumble. She was pushed forward. Jostled, she fell. An pulled her up. Everything was hot. Everything was confusing. They were louder now, roaring. She roared to. They were mad. They moved together, and she moved with them. They were one. They were not longer indivisuals, they were a mob.
a mass of feelings, overwhelming me. i dont know how to handle it all anymore.
mass. hmmm.. oddly, i don’t have much to say and what i do have to say might border the lines of things that shouldn’t be shared. regardless, my grandmother once told me that an ultrasound technician told her that there was a “mass” on her kidney. she didn’t tell me until years after, but i think it was a cancer of some sort and i think that it’s what eventually took her life.
It was the first Sunday in 45 years that he had attended mass. He decided that the loss of Sharon could be healed best through Christ. He sat there, plaid fedora, gray pinstripe suit, and a red bow tie at the neck. Marty was nervous as he sat there, in the presence of the Lord. He had lost his touch with the big Man, How could he make it through the 8 o’clock church service with everyone staring at the old geezer sitting in the front row. Maybe he should move to the back. After much thought, the grieving man got up to move to the back of the church but just as he was about to get up he got a stinging pain in his back. He took that as a sign to sit back down. Marty was ready to accept the Lord’s presence again. He’d done it once, he could do it again. A strange peace and happiness came upon him at the moment, as he remembered Sharon always nagging at him to take his medication and use the cane she’d lovingly decorated for him. He was ready for Sunday morning church.
mass is the measure of the total amount of space an object occupies. It is relative to the volume and density of the matter of which the object is composed. Also a jewish thing.
the mass amount of math in front of me is absolutely suffocating.
i’m drowning in numbers,
and whatthefuckletterstoo.
help.
math hurts.
the massive space of your brain…….can you only imagine the incredible amount that can be tapped into……but all we do is just think about what we could do with our brain, instead of actually doing it.
Such a huge word. It represents substance. It defines unity and togetherness. It encompasses the essence of filling a void. It disintegrates emptiness. It is everything…and sometimes a bunch of nothingness.
mass has to deal with the amount of something that exists, it is not the density of the object. The density of an object is determined by the amount of mass is in a certain area. THE END.
it’s a mass of destruction. this whole world. my world right now. at this moment. i don’t know what to do, what to say. i don’t know how to act around this person. nobody can help me or tell me what to do.
Not for nothing, but does the word ever change. I already expressed in stream of consciousness my feelings about the words mass. Are you challenging me to write about the weight of an object or the state from which i was born?
The mob gathered around her as she spoke told them something. These people listened to her. They would listen to her no matter how hard they tried to silence her. Firing her wouldn’t help. Disgracing her wouldn’t stop them, either. All that was left to do was put her to death. Then her dangerous ideas wouldn’t have the opportunity to poison the group’s minds any more.
There is large mass in front of me. A grey matter that requests I populate it with text, perhaps intelligent, likely just random, but authentic none the less. So what about mass. The dark heavy mass. Or the light airy mass-less.
I wonder if you could some how measure the mass of influence a person has in their life. I mean probably not unless you had ridiculously miraculous science fictiony tools but it would be interesting to somehow measure all the physical things they have altered as well as all the conscious and emotional changes they made as well. How many people thought about them or their actions and how they changed in response to that person and how they themselves changed somebody else with their actions related to the first person. I wonder if it would be so massive that every individual in the world has affected all of the other individuals in the world. It would be a massive sphere of influence. Just the tiny things even. Just subtle mannerisms count.
the mass of the world
so heavy how can one stand to carry it
but we do
those of us who have no choice
those of us who understand the all though every kg is not necessary but carrying this mass is a necessity
just so we can continue to happy
the mass of the world
so heavy how can one stand to carry it
but we do
those of us who have no choice
those of us who understand the all though every kg is not necessary but carrying this mass is a necessity
just so we can continue to happy
Large quantities of anything and everything. Speaking on the double and ordering more than we need. Buying in large and taking more than we deserve. Too much of anything could easily not be enough
Even at a young age I was an agnostic, even though I did not have the knowledge to identify myself as one. But going to mass on Sunday was an important part of growing up and has shaped me to be the person I am today. Although as an adult much of the ceremony of mass is absurd their is something about going though the motions of mass that helps you connect with yourself and the metaphysical world.
nonMOOonmonmomomoomommMOOomoommomomomoooooooooooooooooooooo. IMA COW YOLO!
all unique snowflakes part of the same blinding blizzard
each a star in one infinite skyline
we are the same in our nonconformity
It’s not just a word for weight. It’s also a word for the feelings your mind naturally creates. It’s not all bad. Right?
the cold passage up the left side where i stood as stone clung to air and heard the singing pitch itself to the roof. the chords vied with the swinging b
To learn forgetting how to think, realeasing the mass of bringing it.
She retorted his crass with a mass of her sass.