A microwave is one of man’s most brilliant invention ever conceived. The practicality of it is so useful and has so much uses out of it. It is also ideal for the lazy people out there.
anneli
I’ve lasted without my microwave for two weeks.
My defences are breaking down.
I can’t live without my technology.
My quick, easy, simple answer to everyday meals.
Who wants to work hard anymore?
i love the microwave. Its so cool and sleek. White and pure. You can put eggs inside and watch them grow. Mmmm. I love the microwave.
Ben Poophead
Something borrowed
something blue something
cooked in the microwave on
high so that the radioactive
heat-seeking
rays
have more chance of finding
you but you’ll already be gone
riding along in something
borrowed and blue
“Get that hamster out of the microwave oven,” screamed chef Gaulier. Tonight, we prepare badger paté à pain croquillant!”
“But monsieur,” proclaimed his sous chef Jacques, “the livers of the badger, they taste like the merde.”
He pressed the button marked on eminute, and then he stood back. His mother had always taught him to not stand next to the microwave, and now I realized that she had been full of it all the time. She was not an expert on microwaves. She didn’t know what they were. She just wanted to control him. What happened?
this gives me no insoiration. microwaves. all i have is one person i want to right about. pathetic. almost as pathertic as writing about a microwave.
annabella
god of the kitchen doesnt believe in you.
kasie
Radioactive death machine! Fallout waiting to happen. Also, the matrix. And it makes reheated food lose flavor. ITS A PLOT!!!!!!
British
Microwavable macaroni is my favorite. If I could, I’d have it every day. There’s something uniquely satisfying about pasta drenched in a thick, creamy, fatty cheese sauce that just makes me want to have more.
I screamed something profane so he could hear it. “I hate people who have no patience for the working class!” My yell echoed off of the school building. Good. I hoped it came back and slapped him in the face.
lasagna is heating up.
it’s 2am and we just finished fucking and we’re still wet with sweat.
this thing we have going is so fake,
but means more to me than any love ever could.
i love what you do to my brain, baby.
Gia
Convenient,innovation to daily life. Has taken away home cooked meals.
Karen Jackson
the microwave is a wierd thing. are there little alines waiting in there to zap ur food with heat or are there little workmen in there to help bulid the heat on ur soup. we necer think of the beautiful little heat waves dancing through our food, so serine and elegantly
eliza
“…Stephen peered up from the microscope and muttered something about the ‘iridescent patches on the belly of a Sceloporous.’ As always, I endured to show my appreciation for his enthusiasm for his latest discovery. Fortunately Stephen was always forgiving about my attention being taken by my enthusiasm for the sound of the waves that crashed against the hull of my ship.”
I was starving. I couldn’t breathe. Salvation comes in the form of the chic white box sitting across the room. Slowly, I sauntered to the microwave. I opened it and sighed….relief.
Jessica Lower
My first go around with oneword.com. A microwave. What a great piece of technology. Thaw frozen food. Make really gross eggs. Boil your cat. Ya, maybe it’s not so great after all.
Today I microwaved a corn muffin it was awesome…. but then the muffin tasted disgusting
Jet Star
Whenever I think of the microwave, it makes me consider fishsticks. Why fishsticks? Because back in the orphanage, I was beaten with them. And it helped if they were warmed up.
Sam
once my cousin told me that all he ate in college were soggy microwaved waffles
and now whenever i think of microwaves, i think of that.
BEEP. Food’s done. I grabbed my instant ramen from the microwave and took it back to my desk. This paper was due in 4 hours and I was still on the second paragraph. It was going to be a long, long night for me.
Angelina
radiation killed
hundreds in
japan
hiroshima
and another small town
people
disintegrated from the
heat of our
hatred
bombs
I watch you flail about in front of the microwave as your macaroni and cheese cooks itself.
I have to wonder why we do that. I feel not in my own mind and body, like there’s an extraterrestrial being controlling my every motion like a puppeteer, our crystals of varying colors floating above our heads.
Ann
As I passed the open doorway of the restaurant, I heard a beeping noise. A microwave? It was the first sound besides my own footsteps that I had heard all day. I went inside.
the beeping always drives me insane, makes me think of people being eaten and heads blowing off, i always open the door before the beeping starts. otherwise i will become the murderer of my dreams
I always loved heating things in the microwave as a child. Chicken, burritos, you name it. It’s so practical, and I just love the food I get. It’s really efficient too, even if the taste is sub par.
Will
the microwave
spins
making vegetables
steam
like the pavement after a summer
rain.
Grier King
“Dude, it’s already doubled in size!”
“Just wait, it gets better.”
“Tripled now!”
The two sisters stared into the microwave, watching in awe as the marshmallow bunny grew until it exploded and they cheered.
why do i feel the need to use the microwave with the least amount of buttons pressed possible, as if that were some serious matter i should waste my thoughts on?
devin
A microwave can be the scariest utensil in the kitchen. It’s abilities are unknown, and the food put into it is always questionable. i love the microwave, but i am afraid of what it really stands for.
i always hear the same story about the woman, her dog, and the microwave. she has this little hideous poodle, probably died pink hair and it’s wearing a glittered collar. the details are my own welcomed addition. she puts it in there to dry her little puppy off after its bath. bubbling. screeching doggy. blisters. dead.
A microwave is one of man’s most brilliant invention ever conceived. The practicality of it is so useful and has so much uses out of it. It is also ideal for the lazy people out there.
I’ve lasted without my microwave for two weeks.
My defences are breaking down.
I can’t live without my technology.
My quick, easy, simple answer to everyday meals.
Who wants to work hard anymore?
i love the microwave. Its so cool and sleek. White and pure. You can put eggs inside and watch them grow. Mmmm. I love the microwave.
Something borrowed
something blue something
cooked in the microwave on
high so that the radioactive
heat-seeking
rays
have more chance of finding
you but you’ll already be gone
riding along in something
borrowed and blue
if i could microwave my thoughts and heat it your way, i would do so in fastest of ways.
“Get that hamster out of the microwave oven,” screamed chef Gaulier. Tonight, we prepare badger paté à pain croquillant!”
“But monsieur,” proclaimed his sous chef Jacques, “the livers of the badger, they taste like the merde.”
He pressed the button marked on eminute, and then he stood back. His mother had always taught him to not stand next to the microwave, and now I realized that she had been full of it all the time. She was not an expert on microwaves. She didn’t know what they were. She just wanted to control him. What happened?
heat
The microwave was small, but that was all she had to cook her meals and she was thankful for that.
OH JESUS CHRIST WHO PUT THE HAMSTER IN THERE, THIS IS A TERRIBLE MESS!
this gives me no insoiration. microwaves. all i have is one person i want to right about. pathetic. almost as pathertic as writing about a microwave.
god of the kitchen doesnt believe in you.
Radioactive death machine! Fallout waiting to happen. Also, the matrix. And it makes reheated food lose flavor. ITS A PLOT!!!!!!
Microwavable macaroni is my favorite. If I could, I’d have it every day. There’s something uniquely satisfying about pasta drenched in a thick, creamy, fatty cheese sauce that just makes me want to have more.
Microwave oven
A modern invention I cannot live without
A convenience so may not have
A word that seems so empty and void of any real meaning
I screamed something profane so he could hear it. “I hate people who have no patience for the working class!” My yell echoed off of the school building. Good. I hoped it came back and slapped him in the face.
lasagna is heating up.
it’s 2am and we just finished fucking and we’re still wet with sweat.
this thing we have going is so fake,
but means more to me than any love ever could.
i love what you do to my brain, baby.
Convenient,innovation to daily life. Has taken away home cooked meals.
the microwave is a wierd thing. are there little alines waiting in there to zap ur food with heat or are there little workmen in there to help bulid the heat on ur soup. we necer think of the beautiful little heat waves dancing through our food, so serine and elegantly
“…Stephen peered up from the microscope and muttered something about the ‘iridescent patches on the belly of a Sceloporous.’ As always, I endured to show my appreciation for his enthusiasm for his latest discovery. Fortunately Stephen was always forgiving about my attention being taken by my enthusiasm for the sound of the waves that crashed against the hull of my ship.”
I was starving. I couldn’t breathe. Salvation comes in the form of the chic white box sitting across the room. Slowly, I sauntered to the microwave. I opened it and sighed….relief.
My first go around with oneword.com. A microwave. What a great piece of technology. Thaw frozen food. Make really gross eggs. Boil your cat. Ya, maybe it’s not so great after all.
Today I microwaved a corn muffin it was awesome…. but then the muffin tasted disgusting
Whenever I think of the microwave, it makes me consider fishsticks. Why fishsticks? Because back in the orphanage, I was beaten with them. And it helped if they were warmed up.
once my cousin told me that all he ate in college were soggy microwaved waffles
and now whenever i think of microwaves, i think of that.
The bell of the microwave pulled me back into miserable consciousness. I looked at him, with blank emotionless eyes. “No. I don’t love you anymore.”
the microwave is making me lazier, quick and easy food with no effort.
i need to stop this.
BEEP. Food’s done. I grabbed my instant ramen from the microwave and took it back to my desk. This paper was due in 4 hours and I was still on the second paragraph. It was going to be a long, long night for me.
radiation killed
hundreds in
japan
hiroshima
and another small town
people
disintegrated from the
heat of our
hatred
bombs
I watch you flail about in front of the microwave as your macaroni and cheese cooks itself.
I have to wonder why we do that. I feel not in my own mind and body, like there’s an extraterrestrial being controlling my every motion like a puppeteer, our crystals of varying colors floating above our heads.
As I passed the open doorway of the restaurant, I heard a beeping noise. A microwave? It was the first sound besides my own footsteps that I had heard all day. I went inside.
the beeping always drives me insane, makes me think of people being eaten and heads blowing off, i always open the door before the beeping starts. otherwise i will become the murderer of my dreams
I always loved heating things in the microwave as a child. Chicken, burritos, you name it. It’s so practical, and I just love the food I get. It’s really efficient too, even if the taste is sub par.
the microwave
spins
making vegetables
steam
like the pavement after a summer
rain.
“Dude, it’s already doubled in size!”
“Just wait, it gets better.”
“Tripled now!”
The two sisters stared into the microwave, watching in awe as the marshmallow bunny grew until it exploded and they cheered.
Until their parents walked in…
why do i feel the need to use the microwave with the least amount of buttons pressed possible, as if that were some serious matter i should waste my thoughts on?
A microwave can be the scariest utensil in the kitchen. It’s abilities are unknown, and the food put into it is always questionable. i love the microwave, but i am afraid of what it really stands for.
i always hear the same story about the woman, her dog, and the microwave. she has this little hideous poodle, probably died pink hair and it’s wearing a glittered collar. the details are my own welcomed addition. she puts it in there to dry her little puppy off after its bath. bubbling. screeching doggy. blisters. dead.
Put it in, heat it, move it, heat it some more. Eat.
I don’t have one. When I did have a microwave it was only used for heating up water.