Consumerism is what motivated me to get my first job, and I was hired today, but when I think about it, I don’t really want anything. I will get the money and have it and spend it because I had it and then it will be gone and then I will work at the job I hate so I can have more of it so I can buy more things. Money and the idea of owning objects is so cyclical is makes me dizzy, and so seemingly pointless that it makes me very, very cynical.
The only object I treat as a human being, a friend, and a lover. The only thing that will hear me out when I have problems, and cheer me up when I’m down. The only companion who will be there for and with me forever, I would never feel alone anymore. I couldn’t live without this living instrument.
This is to my piano, thank you so much for being my other half for so many years.
You never failed me, not even once.
Abigail Rae
I object your honor. He did not murder, he committed no crime.
I object your honor. Under state law he is perfectly allowed to do just as he did.
I object your honor. Who is to say you are always right and I am always wrong.
I object your honor, I object.
sam
Bones are the structures to sentences that swing, swim, run and fly out of blowing pages of sky and volumes of earth and sea — the greatest story ever told. ( the book of life had to have been bind by magic.)
I have an object in my hand and it starts with the letter H. I have not a clue how it came to be in my hand, but as I understand it I have many uses for it. It has only one purpose, but I can’t use it for that reason.
Anne
There is an object sitting in the room. Not too big, not to small, sitting still. It does not move. It does not shine or sparkle, light up the room with dancing light. It sits still. It is not bright or bold, it just is.
Sam
object like the verb
or object
like a thing
a noun i guess
well i can tell you i object
to having you in my dreams again
it’s been 2 years nearly
why
are you still here
i’m trying to function
trying to breathe and while the rest of my life seems to be
a big pile of nothing
you’re a fucking penny
glued to the motherfucking ground
and it’s so irritating
to see you there
so shiny and clean
why do we object what ppl tell us to do? is there a reason? is it necessary? why? maybe it is a primordial instinct we still have from when we were cavemen…just maybe…whoever is to read this..ponder over this food for thought. explore the idea and spread the question.
jvak
the object behind the windowpane
you cannot see it,
and it cannot see you.
it does not see
it does not feel.
it puts pain before pleasure.
it kicks with its heel,
and falls on its toes.
i cannot imagine where i would be today
without it.
without you, though,
i feel just fine.
rather content.
The object is small. Not to small though. It is round and has special meaning to one particular kid. It has been passed down in his generations of family and now it’s his. His. That round object, is his.
Caitie
an object of affection – that locket’s owner. to me… is that it? he said. “no” i wanted to say but the word couldn’t flow out of my lips at that instant. all i could do was stare at him wordlessly in surprise that he didn’t already know the answer.
I don’t object
to all the choices you’ve made
that have struck like matches against my life
or rather, glanced off like cold wet sparklers
to flame
I don’t have a problem with you
I just don’t like it
“…and I do, most vehemently, your honor!” The court room remained bleakly silent. The jurors rustled anxiously, waiting for the speech to continue. “In light of all evidence, in lieu of any hint of dignity on behalf of this court, with all saints and angels behind me, I must abso-lutely object to peanuts in ice cream. I mean, come on.”
I held my breath
I could not find it
I could not find my heart
I have buried it
this object of affection
far to long
I lost you
so I thought I could
never
find another
Then I found him.
The object of my desire, the heart of Iimyr lit and sparkling before the end of the times of days and the destruction of our land beyond any redemption from old waiting gods, the very notion of human intuition leading them to a guiding light of victory over the flawless skies above was a daunting one, like an ant looking to the end of days as a boot smashes its body.
Jon
I held this glass ball, thinking, how in the world, would this snow fall, without you? See, this was our world, you and me, you are my world, so I let it be. The sun would not shine, nor the snow fall, without my love.
Alana collected object d’art like kids collected marbles. Shiney and lovely and totally under the table.
She toyed with another shabti and wondered when her black market supplier would be in town. She wondered what he would have, and if, this time, it would be enough to make her happy, enough to make her the person she wanted to be.
Maybe he should bring her an anchor so she could finally stay in one place.
Don’t treat her like an object. Some people treat her like an oxi clean ad. -The woman object is the best item a man can get himself. Use it for cleaning, cooking, sex, decoration, housework, caring for the kids, it will do everything. We’ve sold millions for a diamond ring but if you call now we will throw in a mop for the object to use
objects are meaningless, people over materialize objects that mean nothing. people never really have an understanding untill they have no objects, and they have to live without them. Though some objects can surpress people through their lives no matter what is happening.
Ashpee
Don’t treat her like an object. Someone people treat her like an oxi clean ad. -The woman object is the best item a man can get himself. Use it for cleaning, cooking, sex, decoration, housework, caring for the kids, it will do everything. We’ve sold millions for a diamond ring but if you call now we will throw in a mop for the object to use.
A thing. Not agreeing with a statement. Not people. Just stuff. Material goods.
Casey
it is something that you play with or use to move forward in life. hmm i’m trying to decide if i like this website. like it’s a really cool idea but the words that they choose are kinda dumb. if it said like “heartthrob” like that would be such a cool word to write about! uh oh times almost out dun dunnn dunn
This seemingly simple concept
Takes on a whole new meaning
When applied to a human,
Particularly oneself.
We can craft ourselves,
Shape ourselves into a
Pleasurable form that
Satisfies ourselves and the ones
We try so desperately to please.
Genevieve
“NO!” He objected. “I VOLUNTEER MYSELF!”
The crowd gasped. A volunteer? That’s never happened, never in history.
I am not an object
You may speak as if I am one
But I am no object
I breathe
I speak
I think
I feel
I love
I hurt
I am no object
I am alive
I am a being
I have spirit and energy
Yes I am no object
Constance
This little object could change her life. It wasn’t to be an object really, but rather a human. Her human. The one that she had full responsibility over. She felt that she couldn’t do it alone. She was too young, to inexperienced. She knew the unhappiness a baby could cause a single mother, but even still, she knew the sheer joy it would bring to her as well.
subjective object reflection of our life. do we write about trite fights about nothing? do we think it’s worthwhile to be reconciled? or is it best of we stress out stressing in and out? are we never or is it forever? i look in your eyes and objectively don’t know.
Matty M.
the object of this is to think. the object of my affection does not reply. the object of the game is to win. an object can be used in many different ways. i object to this. i object to sexism. i object to being made to feel like i do not matter, or like i am not valuable. i object
Marisa Looney
i am not an object
i
am
not
an
object
im not a stress ball
im not a mop
nor am you vibrator
or flesh light
i am human
and alive
Objects describe everything and only our world has them.
Caterina
I wonder what you’d think of my inner most thoughts regarding you. My most evil of fantasies that eat me up everytime I think about them. Being a mere object in your life, easily replaced by one of those lovely girls who you call beautiful behind my back. So, where do I stand?
The object of my heart has left. He left without a word. He left me so lost I knew not where to turn. He left me in woods so dense and dark I fear I’ll never find my way out. I knew we could not be forever. But to leave me so lost was a terrible thing
Jane
you are
the object of my affection
so we got married
and there were flowers and a rustic Italian feast
but there was an objection
but we didn’t care because you love me
sadly you don’t exist
you’re not real, you’re myself
i’m actually a narcissict
I Object! She shouted across the court room. She didnt know if she was out of place, but didn’t they know it was not her fault! He had stolen the boat not her. She just happened to be on board. Her mum shook her head. She had told Cassadee this guy was bad news from the beginning.
Objects are special. Without objects this planet would be nothing. We need objects for everything. Such as, reading, drinking, eating, drawing and so much more. objects complete this world.
i was bored to death in my messy room. I started staring at this one particular object. unfortunately i could not remember the name of this fucking useless object that my dad had’t used since the late 70’s. It made me wonder how this shit piece of plastic ended up in my room.
objects have an aura
objects are alive with a piece of our soul
women objectify men
men objectify women
we dare to objectify things
I can’t be objectified
I am an indivisible soul
keep going, objects in space, as the do. an architect of daises, turns water into grass… keep floating, keep going.
Consumerism is what motivated me to get my first job, and I was hired today, but when I think about it, I don’t really want anything. I will get the money and have it and spend it because I had it and then it will be gone and then I will work at the job I hate so I can have more of it so I can buy more things. Money and the idea of owning objects is so cyclical is makes me dizzy, and so seemingly pointless that it makes me very, very cynical.
The only object I treat as a human being, a friend, and a lover. The only thing that will hear me out when I have problems, and cheer me up when I’m down. The only companion who will be there for and with me forever, I would never feel alone anymore. I couldn’t live without this living instrument.
This is to my piano, thank you so much for being my other half for so many years.
You never failed me, not even once.
I object your honor. He did not murder, he committed no crime.
I object your honor. Under state law he is perfectly allowed to do just as he did.
I object your honor. Who is to say you are always right and I am always wrong.
I object your honor, I object.
Bones are the structures to sentences that swing, swim, run and fly out of blowing pages of sky and volumes of earth and sea — the greatest story ever told. ( the book of life had to have been bind by magic.)
I have an object in my hand and it starts with the letter H. I have not a clue how it came to be in my hand, but as I understand it I have many uses for it. It has only one purpose, but I can’t use it for that reason.
There is an object sitting in the room. Not too big, not to small, sitting still. It does not move. It does not shine or sparkle, light up the room with dancing light. It sits still. It is not bright or bold, it just is.
object like the verb
or object
like a thing
a noun i guess
well i can tell you i object
to having you in my dreams again
it’s been 2 years nearly
why
are you still here
i’m trying to function
trying to breathe and while the rest of my life seems to be
a big pile of nothing
you’re a fucking penny
glued to the motherfucking ground
and it’s so irritating
to see you there
so shiny and clean
why do we object what ppl tell us to do? is there a reason? is it necessary? why? maybe it is a primordial instinct we still have from when we were cavemen…just maybe…whoever is to read this..ponder over this food for thought. explore the idea and spread the question.
the object behind the windowpane
you cannot see it,
and it cannot see you.
it does not see
it does not feel.
it puts pain before pleasure.
it kicks with its heel,
and falls on its toes.
i cannot imagine where i would be today
without it.
without you, though,
i feel just fine.
rather content.
The object is small. Not to small though. It is round and has special meaning to one particular kid. It has been passed down in his generations of family and now it’s his. His. That round object, is his.
an object of affection – that locket’s owner. to me… is that it? he said. “no” i wanted to say but the word couldn’t flow out of my lips at that instant. all i could do was stare at him wordlessly in surprise that he didn’t already know the answer.
I don’t object
to all the choices you’ve made
that have struck like matches against my life
or rather, glanced off like cold wet sparklers
to flame
I don’t have a problem with you
I just don’t like it
“…and I do, most vehemently, your honor!” The court room remained bleakly silent. The jurors rustled anxiously, waiting for the speech to continue. “In light of all evidence, in lieu of any hint of dignity on behalf of this court, with all saints and angels behind me, I must abso-lutely object to peanuts in ice cream. I mean, come on.”
I held my breath
I could not find it
I could not find my heart
I have buried it
this object of affection
far to long
I lost you
so I thought I could
never
find another
Then I found him.
The object of my desire, the heart of Iimyr lit and sparkling before the end of the times of days and the destruction of our land beyond any redemption from old waiting gods, the very notion of human intuition leading them to a guiding light of victory over the flawless skies above was a daunting one, like an ant looking to the end of days as a boot smashes its body.
I held this glass ball, thinking, how in the world, would this snow fall, without you? See, this was our world, you and me, you are my world, so I let it be. The sun would not shine, nor the snow fall, without my love.
Alana collected object d’art like kids collected marbles. Shiney and lovely and totally under the table.
She toyed with another shabti and wondered when her black market supplier would be in town. She wondered what he would have, and if, this time, it would be enough to make her happy, enough to make her the person she wanted to be.
Maybe he should bring her an anchor so she could finally stay in one place.
Don’t treat her like an object. Some people treat her like an oxi clean ad. -The woman object is the best item a man can get himself. Use it for cleaning, cooking, sex, decoration, housework, caring for the kids, it will do everything. We’ve sold millions for a diamond ring but if you call now we will throw in a mop for the object to use
The object of her affections had no idea.
She was young, but smart enough not to get in a relationship when that wasn’t what she wanted.
But she had all these feelings. And nowhere, no one to put the into. It’s not easy being young and feeling amorous.
She wanted him. But she wasn’t stupid enough to tell him.
objects are meaningless, people over materialize objects that mean nothing. people never really have an understanding untill they have no objects, and they have to live without them. Though some objects can surpress people through their lives no matter what is happening.
Don’t treat her like an object. Someone people treat her like an oxi clean ad. -The woman object is the best item a man can get himself. Use it for cleaning, cooking, sex, decoration, housework, caring for the kids, it will do everything. We’ve sold millions for a diamond ring but if you call now we will throw in a mop for the object to use.
A thing. Not agreeing with a statement. Not people. Just stuff. Material goods.
it is something that you play with or use to move forward in life. hmm i’m trying to decide if i like this website. like it’s a really cool idea but the words that they choose are kinda dumb. if it said like “heartthrob” like that would be such a cool word to write about! uh oh times almost out dun dunnn dunn
This seemingly simple concept
Takes on a whole new meaning
When applied to a human,
Particularly oneself.
We can craft ourselves,
Shape ourselves into a
Pleasurable form that
Satisfies ourselves and the ones
We try so desperately to please.
“NO!” He objected. “I VOLUNTEER MYSELF!”
The crowd gasped. A volunteer? That’s never happened, never in history.
everything
I am not an object
You may speak as if I am one
But I am no object
I breathe
I speak
I think
I feel
I love
I hurt
I am no object
I am alive
I am a being
I have spirit and energy
Yes I am no object
This little object could change her life. It wasn’t to be an object really, but rather a human. Her human. The one that she had full responsibility over. She felt that she couldn’t do it alone. She was too young, to inexperienced. She knew the unhappiness a baby could cause a single mother, but even still, she knew the sheer joy it would bring to her as well.
subjective object reflection of our life. do we write about trite fights about nothing? do we think it’s worthwhile to be reconciled? or is it best of we stress out stressing in and out? are we never or is it forever? i look in your eyes and objectively don’t know.
the object of this is to think. the object of my affection does not reply. the object of the game is to win. an object can be used in many different ways. i object to this. i object to sexism. i object to being made to feel like i do not matter, or like i am not valuable. i object
i am not an object
i
am
not
an
object
im not a stress ball
im not a mop
nor am you vibrator
or flesh light
i am human
and alive
Objects describe everything and only our world has them.
I wonder what you’d think of my inner most thoughts regarding you. My most evil of fantasies that eat me up everytime I think about them. Being a mere object in your life, easily replaced by one of those lovely girls who you call beautiful behind my back. So, where do I stand?
The object of my heart has left. He left without a word. He left me so lost I knew not where to turn. He left me in woods so dense and dark I fear I’ll never find my way out. I knew we could not be forever. But to leave me so lost was a terrible thing
you are
the object of my affection
so we got married
and there were flowers and a rustic Italian feast
but there was an objection
but we didn’t care because you love me
sadly you don’t exist
you’re not real, you’re myself
i’m actually a narcissict
I Object! She shouted across the court room. She didnt know if she was out of place, but didn’t they know it was not her fault! He had stolen the boat not her. She just happened to be on board. Her mum shook her head. She had told Cassadee this guy was bad news from the beginning.
Objects are special. Without objects this planet would be nothing. We need objects for everything. Such as, reading, drinking, eating, drawing and so much more. objects complete this world.
i was bored to death in my messy room. I started staring at this one particular object. unfortunately i could not remember the name of this fucking useless object that my dad had’t used since the late 70’s. It made me wonder how this shit piece of plastic ended up in my room.