I remember a mass of buttercups yellow in sulight and a vey long and tiresome journey Then i remembr the whiteness of walls and the was a meal but can’ recall what it was. There was a lot of chips cooked here but i can’t remember if i got any. I remember faces staring into mine
jack blake
tis de max
test
big large
hmm pimple or cyst
Ora
there was a mass lump on the ground unknown to what i could see i jumped on it the mass lump moved as I jumped on the lump again it moved I couldnt see where it went then I saw a hole in the ground
Ora
my friend has a lot of it. Actually many people in america like mass in their automobiles.
Mass minus the M is ass. Is it 60 secs yet? how bout now? uuunnnnnnmmmmmm
derpitygoat
didn’t realize we couldn’t curse so here is the edited version…
You weigh heavy on my mind, memories made stone, like I could pick one up and throw it through the glass windows around my heart and remember, suddenly, the color of your eyes.
To explain mass? wow bring me down a little more. shall we talk about the delusional men that call themselves people of God or shall we go towards Newton. I choose the later. It’s a lot more pleasant. He didn’t really discover gravity when the apple’s mass hit his own.
zach rose
Utilitarianism is supposed to mean happiness for the masses. It’s about satisfying the greatest number of people with the resources available. Or at least that’s what I’ve been taught. I could be way off.
mass is a measure if quantity.Its a fundamental unit . Its unit is Kg.mass remains constant regardless of quantity.Mass plays a very important role in fundamental physics.
hitman
If there is a mass in your breast you need to get it checked right away. The earlier things like this are dealt with the easier the treatment and better the out come. So why do people delay this check up when they discover a mass? Is it because ” no news is good news ” or is it a chance to let it go away on it’s own – on it’s own is ” now ” and it is not going to work this way – the only way to make it better is to ” own the problem now ” and make it better.
LYNNE SINGERMAN
The star drew in upon itself. Its own ungainly bulk forcing it to shrink, smaller and smaller. A million million tons being crushed down to a point the size of the head of a pin.
i was told not to think but mass is a word this when it first come’s to my head i atmactically think of it as a funny strange word and think of weight i dont know i gone blank bye
Laura
There’s a mass in my heart and it grows, but it’s malignant. I cannot love.
I’m incapable.
It’s suffocating.
a mass on the spaceship caught me by surprise then when she caught me with her eyes. a callous hand wipes away the grime. she was washing dishes and I watched her from behind. the yard was green.
there’s nothing for him to grab onto when he’s feeling the human need, and it makes him sad and folded. he’s not here, and himself is just a boy who will wrinkle and smell of rotting and eventually disappear, just like him.
A measure of solid. A movable object. All that is around me has mass. The throng of people. The immovable objects that are now behind me. The massive objects that no longer hold weight.
it is a very large amount that takes up most of the world. it holds water, trees earth everything. theres so much matter in the world and the mass is just a tiny bit. the universe is a major part of, well, everything and it just goes to show what mass is. the tiniest bit of the smallest thing makes up the biggest part of everything. carrots. clouds. they are all mass.
Maria Diem
I have a massive amount of feelings for you. a huge mass of them are unidentified. I think I love you, I say it, because you’ve said it, and it feels right. I know I don’t want to be without you, but I want to be with a mass of other people. I want a mass of guys to love me, and need me but I only want to love you. I want to have my cake and eat it too. I want to fucked by them and loved by you. Massive emotions for a fickle heart, that’s ridiculously undeserving of you. sometimes I think I deserve more, you don’t give me flowers or chocolate and you make me pay for my own things, you don’t tell me I’m beautiful… but you love me, and pull the covers over me when you think I’m cold. I remember this one time you told me I was beautiful. you stroke my face, and look me in the eyes. your honest with me, even when it hurts. your afraid I’ll tire of “us” one day, and I’m afraid I will too one day. but I’m a fickle heart, with selfish ways, and I want you now until I don’t and I love you now until I won’t and then we can say it was nice and we had fun, and we loved, and i was your first, you were mine. Mass of mine.
mass can be a movement or media. mass is where an entire lot of people are involved and mass is even what solids are made up of. mass is where the legion is. mass is a crowd and mass means everyone. substance that solid is made up of is also mass… water is also made os substance but not mass
disha
Mass is a heavy word. No pun intended. It can be used in so many different ways, but today, it reflected the feeling in my chest. The day I buried her. The day her warning became real. She told me, that I would see what she meant about dying young. I never believed her, but now, sitting here in this cold church, surrounded by people I never knew she knew, I believed her, and it was the worst feeling in the world.
Chelsea
A mass of people swarmed into the square, turning the grey cobbled desert to a sea of black in a matter of moments. The low rumbling murmur rose quickly to a deafening roar. The revolution had begun!
tony
I have a massive amount of feelings for you. a huge mass of them are unidentified. I think I love you, I say it, because you’ve said it, and it feels right. I know I don’t want to be without you, but I want to be with a mass of other people. I want a mass of guys to love me, and need me but I only want to love you. I want to have my cake and eat it too. I want to fucked by them and loved by you. Massive emotions for a fickle heart, that’s ridiculously undeserving of you. sometimes I think I deserve more, you don’t give me flowers or chocolate and you make me pay for my own things, you don’t tell me I’m beautiful… but you love me, and pull the covers over me when you think I’m cold. I remember this one time you told me I was beautiful. you stroke my face, and look me in the eyes. your honest with me, even when it hurts. your afraid I’ll tire of “us” one day, and I’m afraid I will too one day. but I’m a fickle heart, with selfish ways, and I want you now until I don’t and I love you now until I won’t and then we can say it was nice and we had fun, and we loved, and i was your first, you were mine. Mass of mine.
this makes me think of physics and all of the equations we had to learn, like mass equals distance over time or something like that. I know it’s wrong! But, oh dear bad memories. I hated GCSE physics. Damn those equations getting the better of me.
rebecca bell
Seldom do I remember the things I have accumulated in great quantities. It’s never in those things that I find peace or happiness. Instead, it’s in the trees, standing with their steadfast structure.
KNZ
mass is heavy. and i hate heavy things. heavy things lead to destructions. and pain. and i hate it.
done.
elsakejora
When walking through the mass of drone-like passerby, it’s good to catch a lady’s eye with a suit. Modeling a suit on the sidewalk of San Francisco, short cut just kissing my neck. Sweet smile, sweeter eyes to flutter lashes with. Hardly a word spent between a citizen and a stylish dapper. Never mind the minimal exchanges. I just want to look good.
Belinda Roddie
I don’t even know what mass is but i think it will take a lot much more to make me don’t write about it, it has one m one a and two s’s, I think is about volume or something I don’t even care another word would have been perfect.
Alex
Mass is what everyone is weighed by. Mass can be found in different ways, How we look, how we feel, how we dress. How much we love, what we think about. It’s different for everyone. It is not just scientific.
Meghann
Big bulky wobbly wibbly time wimey piece of junk that weighs down the universe and accelerates towards me as the apple falls towards the ground so that times gravity makes speeding up possible. I love apples. unless they taste like chicken strips.
Yosh
The star shrank in upon itself twisting light writhing in the darkness. Erin watched from the window of the ship. It felt like her eyes were being pulled toward the vortex but she knew this was only a lie. Understanding the massive forces outside the window were being countered by the extensive technology of the ship.
I held it close like an old blanket, constantly keeping me safe. The pain, the love, the memories, everything that encompassed you was held tightly. I’ll never let it go. I’ll never let you go. I promise, no matter how hard I try.
Mer
His goal was simple: appeal to the masses. Once they trustingly moved him to a higher level of authority, he would act.
Everything has mass. That’s what my science teacher said. I think. Never been too good with science, to be honest. But if everything has mass, and it’s all relative in some way, then my problems must have mass too, right? And if so, it must be pretty fucking big because they’re crushing me.
Mass. What i think about is just this whole glob of nothingness and yet it’s what we’re all made of. It’s crazy how a four letter word can have so much meaning, so many forms and interpretations.
Gabriel
Mass is an interesting word. In some areas, it can mean an event that hapens on a weekly basis. in others, a more literal term can be implied, such as a mass of people.
Manuel Gonzalez
mass is something relate to science ……..i think i study in my science subject that each element have its particular mass and atomic value……..
josie grace
The earth was so large it was crazy to everyone who had the presence to mind it. Crowds gathered for events otherwise unseen, and everything seemed to come together, without anyone realizing it. This large mass, created one.
I remember a mass of buttercups yellow in sulight and a vey long and tiresome journey Then i remembr the whiteness of walls and the was a meal but can’ recall what it was. There was a lot of chips cooked here but i can’t remember if i got any. I remember faces staring into mine
tis de max
big large
hmm pimple or cyst
there was a mass lump on the ground unknown to what i could see i jumped on it the mass lump moved as I jumped on the lump again it moved I couldnt see where it went then I saw a hole in the ground
my friend has a lot of it. Actually many people in america like mass in their automobiles.
Mass minus the M is ass. Is it 60 secs yet? how bout now? uuunnnnnnmmmmmm
didn’t realize we couldn’t curse so here is the edited version…
Mass E flucking ffect. that is all.
Okay fine mass of proton
mass of black hole
massive
Mass E fucking ffect. that is all.
Okay fine mass of proton
mass of black hole
massive
You weigh heavy on my mind, memories made stone, like I could pick one up and throw it through the glass windows around my heart and remember, suddenly, the color of your eyes.
To explain mass? wow bring me down a little more. shall we talk about the delusional men that call themselves people of God or shall we go towards Newton. I choose the later. It’s a lot more pleasant. He didn’t really discover gravity when the apple’s mass hit his own.
Utilitarianism is supposed to mean happiness for the masses. It’s about satisfying the greatest number of people with the resources available. Or at least that’s what I’ve been taught. I could be way off.
mass is a measure if quantity.Its a fundamental unit . Its unit is Kg.mass remains constant regardless of quantity.Mass plays a very important role in fundamental physics.
If there is a mass in your breast you need to get it checked right away. The earlier things like this are dealt with the easier the treatment and better the out come. So why do people delay this check up when they discover a mass? Is it because ” no news is good news ” or is it a chance to let it go away on it’s own – on it’s own is ” now ” and it is not going to work this way – the only way to make it better is to ” own the problem now ” and make it better.
The star drew in upon itself. Its own ungainly bulk forcing it to shrink, smaller and smaller. A million million tons being crushed down to a point the size of the head of a pin.
i was told not to think but mass is a word this when it first come’s to my head i atmactically think of it as a funny strange word and think of weight i dont know i gone blank bye
There’s a mass in my heart and it grows, but it’s malignant. I cannot love.
I’m incapable.
It’s suffocating.
a mass on the spaceship caught me by surprise then when she caught me with her eyes. a callous hand wipes away the grime. she was washing dishes and I watched her from behind. the yard was green.
there’s nothing for him to grab onto when he’s feeling the human need, and it makes him sad and folded. he’s not here, and himself is just a boy who will wrinkle and smell of rotting and eventually disappear, just like him.
Mass. Weight. Tell what’s the difference. One has got to do with gravity pull? the other one is the cause why most girls hate to eat junk food.
A measure of solid. A movable object. All that is around me has mass. The throng of people. The immovable objects that are now behind me. The massive objects that no longer hold weight.
it is a very large amount that takes up most of the world. it holds water, trees earth everything. theres so much matter in the world and the mass is just a tiny bit. the universe is a major part of, well, everything and it just goes to show what mass is. the tiniest bit of the smallest thing makes up the biggest part of everything. carrots. clouds. they are all mass.
I have a massive amount of feelings for you. a huge mass of them are unidentified. I think I love you, I say it, because you’ve said it, and it feels right. I know I don’t want to be without you, but I want to be with a mass of other people. I want a mass of guys to love me, and need me but I only want to love you. I want to have my cake and eat it too. I want to fucked by them and loved by you. Massive emotions for a fickle heart, that’s ridiculously undeserving of you. sometimes I think I deserve more, you don’t give me flowers or chocolate and you make me pay for my own things, you don’t tell me I’m beautiful… but you love me, and pull the covers over me when you think I’m cold. I remember this one time you told me I was beautiful. you stroke my face, and look me in the eyes. your honest with me, even when it hurts. your afraid I’ll tire of “us” one day, and I’m afraid I will too one day. but I’m a fickle heart, with selfish ways, and I want you now until I don’t and I love you now until I won’t and then we can say it was nice and we had fun, and we loved, and i was your first, you were mine. Mass of mine.
mass can be a movement or media. mass is where an entire lot of people are involved and mass is even what solids are made up of. mass is where the legion is. mass is a crowd and mass means everyone. substance that solid is made up of is also mass… water is also made os substance but not mass
Mass is a heavy word. No pun intended. It can be used in so many different ways, but today, it reflected the feeling in my chest. The day I buried her. The day her warning became real. She told me, that I would see what she meant about dying young. I never believed her, but now, sitting here in this cold church, surrounded by people I never knew she knew, I believed her, and it was the worst feeling in the world.
A mass of people swarmed into the square, turning the grey cobbled desert to a sea of black in a matter of moments. The low rumbling murmur rose quickly to a deafening roar. The revolution had begun!
I have a massive amount of feelings for you. a huge mass of them are unidentified. I think I love you, I say it, because you’ve said it, and it feels right. I know I don’t want to be without you, but I want to be with a mass of other people. I want a mass of guys to love me, and need me but I only want to love you. I want to have my cake and eat it too. I want to fucked by them and loved by you. Massive emotions for a fickle heart, that’s ridiculously undeserving of you. sometimes I think I deserve more, you don’t give me flowers or chocolate and you make me pay for my own things, you don’t tell me I’m beautiful… but you love me, and pull the covers over me when you think I’m cold. I remember this one time you told me I was beautiful. you stroke my face, and look me in the eyes. your honest with me, even when it hurts. your afraid I’ll tire of “us” one day, and I’m afraid I will too one day. but I’m a fickle heart, with selfish ways, and I want you now until I don’t and I love you now until I won’t and then we can say it was nice and we had fun, and we loved, and i was your first, you were mine. Mass of mine.
this makes me think of physics and all of the equations we had to learn, like mass equals distance over time or something like that. I know it’s wrong! But, oh dear bad memories. I hated GCSE physics. Damn those equations getting the better of me.
Seldom do I remember the things I have accumulated in great quantities. It’s never in those things that I find peace or happiness. Instead, it’s in the trees, standing with their steadfast structure.
mass is heavy. and i hate heavy things. heavy things lead to destructions. and pain. and i hate it.
done.
When walking through the mass of drone-like passerby, it’s good to catch a lady’s eye with a suit. Modeling a suit on the sidewalk of San Francisco, short cut just kissing my neck. Sweet smile, sweeter eyes to flutter lashes with. Hardly a word spent between a citizen and a stylish dapper. Never mind the minimal exchanges. I just want to look good.
I don’t even know what mass is but i think it will take a lot much more to make me don’t write about it, it has one m one a and two s’s, I think is about volume or something I don’t even care another word would have been perfect.
Mass is what everyone is weighed by. Mass can be found in different ways, How we look, how we feel, how we dress. How much we love, what we think about. It’s different for everyone. It is not just scientific.
Big bulky wobbly wibbly time wimey piece of junk that weighs down the universe and accelerates towards me as the apple falls towards the ground so that times gravity makes speeding up possible. I love apples. unless they taste like chicken strips.
The star shrank in upon itself twisting light writhing in the darkness. Erin watched from the window of the ship. It felt like her eyes were being pulled toward the vortex but she knew this was only a lie. Understanding the massive forces outside the window were being countered by the extensive technology of the ship.
I held it close like an old blanket, constantly keeping me safe. The pain, the love, the memories, everything that encompassed you was held tightly. I’ll never let it go. I’ll never let you go. I promise, no matter how hard I try.
His goal was simple: appeal to the masses. Once they trustingly moved him to a higher level of authority, he would act.
Everything has mass. That’s what my science teacher said. I think. Never been too good with science, to be honest. But if everything has mass, and it’s all relative in some way, then my problems must have mass too, right? And if so, it must be pretty fucking big because they’re crushing me.
Mass. What i think about is just this whole glob of nothingness and yet it’s what we’re all made of. It’s crazy how a four letter word can have so much meaning, so many forms and interpretations.
Mass is an interesting word. In some areas, it can mean an event that hapens on a weekly basis. in others, a more literal term can be implied, such as a mass of people.
mass is something relate to science ……..i think i study in my science subject that each element have its particular mass and atomic value……..
The earth was so large it was crazy to everyone who had the presence to mind it. Crowds gathered for events otherwise unseen, and everything seemed to come together, without anyone realizing it. This large mass, created one.