Pie, because it tastes to good. I like the bluerry kind, and apple too. I don’t like banana, because it made me throw up the first time I ate it. That sucked pretty bad, but I’m over it now.
Yummy stuff, pie is.
So, what do you think of this?
Hm?
TALK TO ME!
AHH!
NO!
GACK!
Jordan Ferguson
memory, a perfect subject for me as i have none. i find it hard to even write on this word for a significant amount of time as i am forgettign what i’m writing even as i type. althiough i canm waffle on about psychological theories of memory. though under pressure it becomes quite a hazy thing which i can’t quite grasp.
alex murray
memory the function of the mind to recall times of bliss and pain the feelings of the past and the events still to happen will become memory as time goes on. the future will become our memory, and our memory may deteroriate but certain things are fixed forever.
Jyt
grandpa. I’m thinking about the pressure of coming up with a sixty second memory. Woods. Love. He was gone too quickly.
melody platz
memory. Well, the first thing I think of is the song from cats. i really did used to love tnat musical as a kid. everyone oin the theatre community that I’ve ever come into contact with has bemaoned that damn show as silly, and of no substance. And I can;t really deny that it’s so urbane;y not deep as to be mockable, it’s got great music at its basest core. and I;’ve loved it since I was a kid, it’s so nostalgic for me.
Robert Onorato
the past is something that may or may not fade in one’s mind. My own memory is fleeting, and discriminatory, the nuances of everyday conversation becoming lost in a twisted labyrinth of thoughts and feelings and other sensory input. On the other hand, an elephant memory is something of legend.
Domi
I remember a sandbox and a tire-swing at our house in the woods outside of Superior. The image fills the remaining space as I picture myself, a boy, building sand cities.
Chris Torma
memory whats with memory some times i wish i could loose some of my past. no reason to store things that are only intended to destroy, but i yet i guess it allows some forgiveness to come into play some willing to allow and understand.
Deandrea Lottier
At the corners of my mind. A grand illusion. The way we cobble our identity together our of spit and dreams. Something that happened to me once, what was that thing? Whatever. Huh? I can’t remember.
Hecate
Wow, I have so many memories. Not all are perfect, but what memories are? We’re all only human, right? I have some particularly good memories; those of hanging out with friends and being with loved ones. But there are the bad ones too. Like the ones about death, of sadness, pain, misery. All these emotions which go to make up our existence. We couldn’t live without emotions, we;d be robots. We couldn’t live without any memories, we’d be shells. Memories, feelings, both define us for who we are and who we want as humans.
Rianne
What you remember, whats happened in your past. Things you remember about being with someone, being somewhere.
Hollow.
the lake in new hampshire and riding in canoes. going to blueberry island, or is it the point? sneaking on to rope swings. getting caught. first love. playing music by the fire. getting tan. literally putting on a show in the old barn.
Leslie Andrews
losing it might be the worse thing ever… just cant imagine myself without my memories, my thoughts, my everything, my life, my history, History. memory is ever-written book of our lifes.
Vasco AC
Nicholas Patrick Jatoft.
Erica Mathers
its like a mack truck. When it hits you, you think, “Wow. I didn’t see that coming.” Sometimes it honks in your general direction and sometimes it screams louder than and vocalist at an opera in france. I have memories of my childhood, but sometimes, I loose
Philip
memory
transitive
like some kind of weird fog
comes and goes
flashes of pictures
stored electronically
eyelids open
like clockwork orange
and now all images
sliced and diced
by that box of light
isit
I have many memories of my youth. apple trees and flowering fields. I have memories of my entire life flowing like a river through the landscape of my mind. The only thing I wish I could do sometimes is forget. But forgetting is f
samhiho
memories are deceiving, just like people. they never really were what they are now. all memories are are exaggerations.
Eric Swynenberg
I think of my first memory when I was 3. I used to hide in the cupboard and my mom would look for me. I liked to hide in the cupboard, it took me away from the rest of the house.
jamie guynup
one time when i was at my friend jake’s house we were sitting in the back yard around his campfire. we had a guitar out there and were freestyling and the reflection of the firelight cast my friends in a permamence in my brain
nick matthews
my favorite memoory is of a family trip to the cabin at the lake in Saskatchewan … we boated and fished and had great fun with our sisters. We stayed up late and told funny stories, and we were not afraid of anything. It was a great summer. One I will always remember.
carmelle
it`s a minefield. it supports you, defines you, destroys you. it comes and goes and is edited by some subconscious processes that man, you wish you could control. but you can`t.
blythe
I have so many memories of my happy childhood and spending them with my cousin and friends. In fact we were just talking about this and it seems like the older we get the more memories appear from our youth. Yet short term memory tends to get weaker. Perhaps it is because of our wisdom that we didn’t have of looking at the big picture today unlike when we were little we would only focus on the here and now where now we look over the entire big picture and that makes us much more grateful for our lives today.
Connie
A memory is the currency of thought. It’s the one thing everyone strives to achieve. It’s more valuable to us than money, because it’s something we’ll still have when we have nothing else. Everything we do, we do so that we might have more memories. It’s what we live for.
Alex Smith
one day I lost my memory. I woke up and couldn’t figure out where I was. I looked around and everything was multicolored. Like a rainbow road from mario kart. I couldn’t remember much, but I remember mario kart. I was always yoshi. He was my favorite. I also remember super nintendo. That is all I remember. My memory is rather hazy now. I think I’ll go back to sleep. Maybe I’ll remember when I wake again. Sigh. This sucks. Who am I?
Carolina Wong
Memory is a wonderful and awful thing. It has three stages. Sensory, which lasts for 10 -15 seconds, then if important enough your brain converts it ot short term memory, which lasts 3 to five days, if it’s important enough, then your brain converts it to long term memory which it virtually limitless, similar to a computer.
Heather Combs
the remembrance of past occurrences. having knowledge of things in your past.
James McCain
memories are good and bad. t hey are good because they live mostly forever. they are bad because you can cling to them and then you are always reliving the past instead of living in the present moment.
memories are mostly good though because they allow for something to be passed on and supposedly make for something bad to not happen again, aka, to learn from …
c-dawg
the other day i remembered a childhood experience which had granted me great pleasure, i was able to completely relive the experience through simply closing my eyes and thinking. its a beautiful thing, but i will forget it, never to come to mind again, until that touch, smell, taste, sound, until one of those summons it from the depths of my mind. how i long for that one time.
p n
wait a second. i remember something…writing about memory less than 60 seconds ago. odd!
Bryan Redmon
partial, curvy, reminds me of when i was working at opa and they had me cut all these airport stickers that went on top hard hats. man, i hated doing that stuff. especially during mardi gras season. but i got it done and now i kinda miss it. i miss my job a lot.
nichole brining
i never had a chance to tell you all the things i want you to know. Maybe i never will.
dwa
i remember how everything used to be so perfect so unlike things are now. in my memory things were always clear not clouded not wrong not, … jaded.. if only i could live in my memory maybe i would be a better person if i kept my child like mind.. if only i could go back and relive those moments. I think in my memory I am happy..
Melissa Gaulton
In my memory there are many things. I don’t know why memory is so important but it stays with me always. It is all the past and present occuring at once in little blasts within me and all i can do is breathe in their explosions and gasp. That is memory. If that is memory, I wonder what it means to forget.
Liberty
memory is the onw which makes love mkaes fight and makes the whole world history . the beautiful memories , the ugly dugly kookly memories of the go lasting life in this world will create and resolve all the problems in thearth
anyway memoury is a worry
worry is good
but
aneez
I have no idea what I am supposed to be doing but ok I will type anyway. It said not to think about it so I won’t. Oneword isn’t really a ‘word’… I have to say I am stumped on this one… this is strange… very weird…
kim brooky
i lost my memory one time and it was craaazy. i couldnt remember anything. i am watching the simpsons right now and it is pretty forgettable. but i keep watching it. memories are not worth holding on to if they make you suffer. otherwise great, hold onto them. if they make you sad, like some of mine do, then just let them go.
lilyyyy
what was my first memory? i don’t remember. i guess that means it wasn’t my first memory. most of what i remember from childhood is what i’ve seen in pictures…pictures have formed my memories.
i also have a very bad memory for certain things. can’t remember names. it’s embarassing. also can’t remember many things about the trips i’ve taken. but i will remember tiny little things like the plums i loved to eat in melbourne. that’s the thing i remember. weird.
roundtheworldtv
Oh, there was a time when I just felt like I could do amazing things. those times seem so far away. I don’t feel like I am living my potential right now, I don’t know what to do about it. THere was a time when I had so many dreams about so many wonderful things, like having a public art gallery to help to students raise money for their careers. when I thought i was going to be a multi-millionaire
Stephen Saunders
my momorys are more and more about times gone by.I guess that comes with over the hill people such as myself. You look back and wonder if there could have been a time or place or space that you could have made things work out differenly or would you have done everything the same? would your memeory of those days be any better or was it possibly that at that time the person you were then would not have done any thing different and it was all suppose to be as it is?
Pie, because it tastes to good. I like the bluerry kind, and apple too. I don’t like banana, because it made me throw up the first time I ate it. That sucked pretty bad, but I’m over it now.
Yummy stuff, pie is.
So, what do you think of this?
Hm?
TALK TO ME!
AHH!
NO!
GACK!
memory, a perfect subject for me as i have none. i find it hard to even write on this word for a significant amount of time as i am forgettign what i’m writing even as i type. althiough i canm waffle on about psychological theories of memory. though under pressure it becomes quite a hazy thing which i can’t quite grasp.
memory the function of the mind to recall times of bliss and pain the feelings of the past and the events still to happen will become memory as time goes on. the future will become our memory, and our memory may deteroriate but certain things are fixed forever.
grandpa. I’m thinking about the pressure of coming up with a sixty second memory. Woods. Love. He was gone too quickly.
memory. Well, the first thing I think of is the song from cats. i really did used to love tnat musical as a kid. everyone oin the theatre community that I’ve ever come into contact with has bemaoned that damn show as silly, and of no substance. And I can;t really deny that it’s so urbane;y not deep as to be mockable, it’s got great music at its basest core. and I;’ve loved it since I was a kid, it’s so nostalgic for me.
the past is something that may or may not fade in one’s mind. My own memory is fleeting, and discriminatory, the nuances of everyday conversation becoming lost in a twisted labyrinth of thoughts and feelings and other sensory input. On the other hand, an elephant memory is something of legend.
I remember a sandbox and a tire-swing at our house in the woods outside of Superior. The image fills the remaining space as I picture myself, a boy, building sand cities.
memory whats with memory some times i wish i could loose some of my past. no reason to store things that are only intended to destroy, but i yet i guess it allows some forgiveness to come into play some willing to allow and understand.
At the corners of my mind. A grand illusion. The way we cobble our identity together our of spit and dreams. Something that happened to me once, what was that thing? Whatever. Huh? I can’t remember.
Wow, I have so many memories. Not all are perfect, but what memories are? We’re all only human, right? I have some particularly good memories; those of hanging out with friends and being with loved ones. But there are the bad ones too. Like the ones about death, of sadness, pain, misery. All these emotions which go to make up our existence. We couldn’t live without emotions, we;d be robots. We couldn’t live without any memories, we’d be shells. Memories, feelings, both define us for who we are and who we want as humans.
What you remember, whats happened in your past. Things you remember about being with someone, being somewhere.
the lake in new hampshire and riding in canoes. going to blueberry island, or is it the point? sneaking on to rope swings. getting caught. first love. playing music by the fire. getting tan. literally putting on a show in the old barn.
losing it might be the worse thing ever… just cant imagine myself without my memories, my thoughts, my everything, my life, my history, History. memory is ever-written book of our lifes.
Nicholas Patrick Jatoft.
its like a mack truck. When it hits you, you think, “Wow. I didn’t see that coming.” Sometimes it honks in your general direction and sometimes it screams louder than and vocalist at an opera in france. I have memories of my childhood, but sometimes, I loose
memory
transitive
like some kind of weird fog
comes and goes
flashes of pictures
stored electronically
eyelids open
like clockwork orange
and now all images
sliced and diced
by that box of light
I have many memories of my youth. apple trees and flowering fields. I have memories of my entire life flowing like a river through the landscape of my mind. The only thing I wish I could do sometimes is forget. But forgetting is f
memories are deceiving, just like people. they never really were what they are now. all memories are are exaggerations.
I think of my first memory when I was 3. I used to hide in the cupboard and my mom would look for me. I liked to hide in the cupboard, it took me away from the rest of the house.
one time when i was at my friend jake’s house we were sitting in the back yard around his campfire. we had a guitar out there and were freestyling and the reflection of the firelight cast my friends in a permamence in my brain
my favorite memoory is of a family trip to the cabin at the lake in Saskatchewan … we boated and fished and had great fun with our sisters. We stayed up late and told funny stories, and we were not afraid of anything. It was a great summer. One I will always remember.
it`s a minefield. it supports you, defines you, destroys you. it comes and goes and is edited by some subconscious processes that man, you wish you could control. but you can`t.
I have so many memories of my happy childhood and spending them with my cousin and friends. In fact we were just talking about this and it seems like the older we get the more memories appear from our youth. Yet short term memory tends to get weaker. Perhaps it is because of our wisdom that we didn’t have of looking at the big picture today unlike when we were little we would only focus on the here and now where now we look over the entire big picture and that makes us much more grateful for our lives today.
A memory is the currency of thought. It’s the one thing everyone strives to achieve. It’s more valuable to us than money, because it’s something we’ll still have when we have nothing else. Everything we do, we do so that we might have more memories. It’s what we live for.
one day I lost my memory. I woke up and couldn’t figure out where I was. I looked around and everything was multicolored. Like a rainbow road from mario kart. I couldn’t remember much, but I remember mario kart. I was always yoshi. He was my favorite. I also remember super nintendo. That is all I remember. My memory is rather hazy now. I think I’ll go back to sleep. Maybe I’ll remember when I wake again. Sigh. This sucks. Who am I?
Memory is a wonderful and awful thing. It has three stages. Sensory, which lasts for 10 -15 seconds, then if important enough your brain converts it ot short term memory, which lasts 3 to five days, if it’s important enough, then your brain converts it to long term memory which it virtually limitless, similar to a computer.
the remembrance of past occurrences. having knowledge of things in your past.
memories are good and bad. t hey are good because they live mostly forever. they are bad because you can cling to them and then you are always reliving the past instead of living in the present moment.
memories are mostly good though because they allow for something to be passed on and supposedly make for something bad to not happen again, aka, to learn from …
the other day i remembered a childhood experience which had granted me great pleasure, i was able to completely relive the experience through simply closing my eyes and thinking. its a beautiful thing, but i will forget it, never to come to mind again, until that touch, smell, taste, sound, until one of those summons it from the depths of my mind. how i long for that one time.
wait a second. i remember something…writing about memory less than 60 seconds ago. odd!
partial, curvy, reminds me of when i was working at opa and they had me cut all these airport stickers that went on top hard hats. man, i hated doing that stuff. especially during mardi gras season. but i got it done and now i kinda miss it. i miss my job a lot.
i never had a chance to tell you all the things i want you to know. Maybe i never will.
i remember how everything used to be so perfect so unlike things are now. in my memory things were always clear not clouded not wrong not, … jaded.. if only i could live in my memory maybe i would be a better person if i kept my child like mind.. if only i could go back and relive those moments. I think in my memory I am happy..
In my memory there are many things. I don’t know why memory is so important but it stays with me always. It is all the past and present occuring at once in little blasts within me and all i can do is breathe in their explosions and gasp. That is memory. If that is memory, I wonder what it means to forget.
memory is the onw which makes love mkaes fight and makes the whole world history . the beautiful memories , the ugly dugly kookly memories of the go lasting life in this world will create and resolve all the problems in thearth
anyway memoury is a worry
worry is good
but
I have no idea what I am supposed to be doing but ok I will type anyway. It said not to think about it so I won’t. Oneword isn’t really a ‘word’… I have to say I am stumped on this one… this is strange… very weird…
i lost my memory one time and it was craaazy. i couldnt remember anything. i am watching the simpsons right now and it is pretty forgettable. but i keep watching it. memories are not worth holding on to if they make you suffer. otherwise great, hold onto them. if they make you sad, like some of mine do, then just let them go.
what was my first memory? i don’t remember. i guess that means it wasn’t my first memory. most of what i remember from childhood is what i’ve seen in pictures…pictures have formed my memories.
i also have a very bad memory for certain things. can’t remember names. it’s embarassing. also can’t remember many things about the trips i’ve taken. but i will remember tiny little things like the plums i loved to eat in melbourne. that’s the thing i remember. weird.
Oh, there was a time when I just felt like I could do amazing things. those times seem so far away. I don’t feel like I am living my potential right now, I don’t know what to do about it. THere was a time when I had so many dreams about so many wonderful things, like having a public art gallery to help to students raise money for their careers. when I thought i was going to be a multi-millionaire
my momorys are more and more about times gone by.I guess that comes with over the hill people such as myself. You look back and wonder if there could have been a time or place or space that you could have made things work out differenly or would you have done everything the same? would your memeory of those days be any better or was it possibly that at that time the person you were then would not have done any thing different and it was all suppose to be as it is?