I’m going to my friend’s 18th today. She’s excited, and I’d be too. It’s funny how our relationship had fermented over the years.
I met her in elementary school, didn’t see her till a fateful Speech and Debate tournament not too long ago. Since then, we’ve corresponded and told eac other the darker secrets of the heart, and bonded in a way that is only possible through the weathering of time.
And today, as I’m about to take the BART to here home, I reflect on the panoramic growth of our relationship, and how we’re not even halfway done.
I couldn’t see the panoramic view of my life. Only what was straight ahead of me. And that, in turn, caused me to fret and close in on only myself. This narrow-minded, selfish view caused me to forget the great needs of others. How unlike the loving Christmas spirit.
He sat staring ahead using his peripheral vision to get a panorama view of the surroundings. His memory of this place will become important.
Jamie
The beauty of the world does not seem to end in your eyes.
I have seen it. They have seen we all have seen it.
Nothing changes but my feelings for the view unseen.
I need to. They needed to, but have never.
Why can you not come over next time.
To Talk it out.
Varun
Paroramaramanorapanamaronamapamaomaoraetlabora. Manche Wörter sind so lang, dass sie sich am Ende in den Schwanz beißen wie die Katze oder die Schlange oder der Äquator. Und du siehst alle Häuser und alle Straßen, die Meere und die Meerkatzen und wenn du einmal rum bist, hast du dich um die eigene Achse gedreht. So ist das Leben.
Panorama, Sunshine, Louise, Fernie, Kimberly, Kicking Horse, and on it goes. My left calf burns and my heart beats quickly, with the thrill of improvement and pushing the limits.
Kirsten
She looked around. At the trees. The grass. The bushes. Everything surrounding her. She wanted to pack it all up in her suitcase and unleash it in her apartment. No longer would she be staring at the emptiness of the city, but an entire forest of animals and living things all begging for her attention. All inspiring her.
Your view on life must be like that of a panorama. Many women, even men, see things in life as if they are wearing a pair of “blinders”. Before you make another decision, I would suggest changing your view.
We danced across the panorama as evening fell. It was a wonderful night.
Ron
He watched the hands of his love move back and forth over paper, edging in his thoughts and creasing his eyebrows while trying to think of a word worthy enough for this letter. He sat crouched over a table. He sat shaking his head. He sat troubling mind. It was perhaps the greatest letter he would ever have to write. So let his crows out of his body and watched spread onto the parchment, spilling out every last inch of bones. At that moment he was as raw as the blood beneath his skin. And at that moment, watching him torment himself, he found he loved him with an animal desperation. A need to tuck him under his coat and crush him to his chest, till their bones fused together with skin on skin. A need to keep him with him here, to protect him. He’d keep a picture of him in his mind, an unbroken one that showed the truth on he could feel, a panorama. For the two were the others worlds entire.
Saskia
It was an odd panorama. There really was no reason for those two images to be next to each other. And yet, it worked. At least a majority of the audience thought so. The sane portion, however, had their doubts.
Caitlin
This is my second attempt… and I have landed up with the same word – panorama. This is weird… my typos are slowing me down… I am gonna run out of my 60 seconds even before i have time to start. oops…
heera
Panaroma… is that paranormal? Oh right… I think I just figured out what it means… but i think i am too late… i am running out of my 60 seconds… so here goes my chance to write about panorama… but i do know what it means, you know? Is my 60 seconds up? I remember a book which went by the name. I think my stuff is being loaded now. I must have finished my 60 seconds…. or was it 60 minutes?
heera
I want to be a photographer. I learned about panoramic photographs in my photo 1 class in high school. Didn’t mean much to me at the time. Only because I was too worried about how my ass looked to the boys sitting behind me. I love photo taking. Now.
I took a photograph at the sea of the ocean, and all the waves crashing down on the shore. Nobody came to the water that day because a storm had come in. The boats all stayed at the docks, the children stayed inside, and the seagulls that usually flew around wildly in the sky; were nowhere to be seen. This picture I had taken was nothing unusual. It was just another one of those pictures you see on someone’s FaceBook or on Google images or something of the ocean. The sky colored dark gray, the water shining from the glimmer of the sun behind the clouds and the dull sand, idle beneath your two, bare feet. It was something alright. Something to me.
Is that like one of those wide pictures? Those are pretty cool I guess. I don’t really like this word. It’s not very interesting. And that’s not just a lame excuse to write lame things. I wish I could see a panorama and then write about that instead. Panoramas are kind of tough to wrap your head around because its far beyond your normal field of vision being transplanted onto a picture that your eyes can easily compute.
Only glass separated him from the real world.
I’m going to my friend’s 18th today. She’s excited, and I’d be too. It’s funny how our relationship had fermented over the years.
I met her in elementary school, didn’t see her till a fateful Speech and Debate tournament not too long ago. Since then, we’ve corresponded and told eac other the darker secrets of the heart, and bonded in a way that is only possible through the weathering of time.
And today, as I’m about to take the BART to here home, I reflect on the panoramic growth of our relationship, and how we’re not even halfway done.
I don’t understand the panorama setting on my new camera. What is it supposed to do?
I couldn’t see the panoramic view of my life. Only what was straight ahead of me. And that, in turn, caused me to fret and close in on only myself. This narrow-minded, selfish view caused me to forget the great needs of others. How unlike the loving Christmas spirit.
He sat staring ahead using his peripheral vision to get a panorama view of the surroundings. His memory of this place will become important.
The beauty of the world does not seem to end in your eyes.
I have seen it. They have seen we all have seen it.
Nothing changes but my feelings for the view unseen.
I need to. They needed to, but have never.
Why can you not come over next time.
To Talk it out.
Paroramaramanorapanamaronamapamaomaoraetlabora. Manche Wörter sind so lang, dass sie sich am Ende in den Schwanz beißen wie die Katze oder die Schlange oder der Äquator. Und du siehst alle Häuser und alle Straßen, die Meere und die Meerkatzen und wenn du einmal rum bist, hast du dich um die eigene Achse gedreht. So ist das Leben.
Panorama, Sunshine, Louise, Fernie, Kimberly, Kicking Horse, and on it goes. My left calf burns and my heart beats quickly, with the thrill of improvement and pushing the limits.
She looked around. At the trees. The grass. The bushes. Everything surrounding her. She wanted to pack it all up in her suitcase and unleash it in her apartment. No longer would she be staring at the emptiness of the city, but an entire forest of animals and living things all begging for her attention. All inspiring her.
I needed a head count
So I stood on a chair, tapping finger tips
I needed to check the roof
So climbed the tower block opposite
Watched from on high the tiles and moss
I needed to compare plains and pastures
So booked a flight on glass bottom plane
The pilot steered through and above the clouds
I needed to see the world
and failing astronaut school
led me to the gunshot alarm
to wake me to the other side
I can see everything from I lie
Your view on life must be like that of a panorama. Many women, even men, see things in life as if they are wearing a pair of “blinders”. Before you make another decision, I would suggest changing your view.
We danced across the panorama as evening fell. It was a wonderful night.
He watched the hands of his love move back and forth over paper, edging in his thoughts and creasing his eyebrows while trying to think of a word worthy enough for this letter. He sat crouched over a table. He sat shaking his head. He sat troubling mind. It was perhaps the greatest letter he would ever have to write. So let his crows out of his body and watched spread onto the parchment, spilling out every last inch of bones. At that moment he was as raw as the blood beneath his skin. And at that moment, watching him torment himself, he found he loved him with an animal desperation. A need to tuck him under his coat and crush him to his chest, till their bones fused together with skin on skin. A need to keep him with him here, to protect him. He’d keep a picture of him in his mind, an unbroken one that showed the truth on he could feel, a panorama. For the two were the others worlds entire.
It was an odd panorama. There really was no reason for those two images to be next to each other. And yet, it worked. At least a majority of the audience thought so. The sane portion, however, had their doubts.
This is my second attempt… and I have landed up with the same word – panorama. This is weird… my typos are slowing me down… I am gonna run out of my 60 seconds even before i have time to start. oops…
Panaroma… is that paranormal? Oh right… I think I just figured out what it means… but i think i am too late… i am running out of my 60 seconds… so here goes my chance to write about panorama… but i do know what it means, you know? Is my 60 seconds up? I remember a book which went by the name. I think my stuff is being loaded now. I must have finished my 60 seconds…. or was it 60 minutes?
I want to be a photographer. I learned about panoramic photographs in my photo 1 class in high school. Didn’t mean much to me at the time. Only because I was too worried about how my ass looked to the boys sitting behind me. I love photo taking. Now.
I took a photograph at the sea of the ocean, and all the waves crashing down on the shore. Nobody came to the water that day because a storm had come in. The boats all stayed at the docks, the children stayed inside, and the seagulls that usually flew around wildly in the sky; were nowhere to be seen. This picture I had taken was nothing unusual. It was just another one of those pictures you see on someone’s FaceBook or on Google images or something of the ocean. The sky colored dark gray, the water shining from the glimmer of the sun behind the clouds and the dull sand, idle beneath your two, bare feet. It was something alright. Something to me.
Global way of thinking.
It is to say….hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Need I write more?
Blah.
Lemme see.
Ummm.
Emulate?
Is that like one of those wide pictures? Those are pretty cool I guess. I don’t really like this word. It’s not very interesting. And that’s not just a lame excuse to write lame things. I wish I could see a panorama and then write about that instead. Panoramas are kind of tough to wrap your head around because its far beyond your normal field of vision being transplanted onto a picture that your eyes can easily compute.