I got a telegram the other day.
I sighed. Damn you love, fool.
I need to hear it in your voice.
Even if it cracks under pressure.
Vocally you can do no wrong here.
Why write, why print when the need is to be met vocally –
Whispered from mouth to ear.
You miss out on treasure when you give into fear.
I miss print. While I love the Internet and the ease and convenience that it brings to fine things, there’s something about print. There’s something about a newspaper and opening it up and reading, looking at box scores, seeing the day’s news and the like. There’s something to be said for a magazine or a book.
Printing the final words of the signature was the hardest thing he had ever done. He hadn’t meant for it to go that far, and it was only a game. He never thought he’d be signing one of these. Ever. A death certificate for a child. Caolinn Ailis Jennifer Wilson-Kirklnd, and she wasn’t even his.
Danielle
She wrote slowly and her words were of a neat, uniform print.
I watched as her hand crawled across the page. “Doesn’t it get tiring? All of that repetition?”
She looked up, smiled. “Not really,” she said. “I’m kind of comforted by it.”
print to print, i love this. I smile and wait for someone to walk into the room, wanting to print. As you all know printing is not as it may seem. They only want your DNA to change the world for the better. NEVER for the better. WE are humans, not beautiful, never kind, and always wanting what is rightfully not ours.
Britt.W
Today we put together shirts for my cheerleading squad. My dad decided he wanted to print out pictures for us to put on our t-shirts which means we now how our official logo for my cheerleading team. The printing helps us keep the moments we all love and cherish, the paper may not last forever, but with the printer, you can print it as many times as you want.
The print was blurry and smudged, streaks of black and blue ink trailing across the sketchy image of a house. Maybe he shouldn’t have left it out in the rain.
This morning I went to print a paper, but the printer was in a jam.
Terra
the thing that i print my pictures from, the thing that brings out all the memories and keep everything in order, the thing that puts down words that i write for a paper in school, or the thing that you can print tickets out with or coupons for sales.
Leighanna
i printed the handbooks at kinkos the other day. the fresh scent of steaming hot layers of beautifully crisp cardstock papers arose from the cardboard boxes which were about 8.5 by 11 inches. i found it weird that they wouldn’t give us a box that’s more than 8.5/11: if our handbooks were 8.5/11, how were we supposed to fit them in? Anyways, we got them printed, and life was good.
PeiYing Cheung
Print me a letter of goodbye in your own blood. Tie my heart in your pocket. Just don’t leave me. I will follow you through your torments.Forever.
May
print is letters. print is poetry. print is pen and ink. print is purple and bright and blue like the sky. print is hurtful and harmful but loving and kind and endearing. print is words. print loves things
Erica
print is a very pretty word. I printed a lot of stuff today. on my computer, i printed my animal physiology notes on my printer, which also has the word print in it. but the print word here is very pretty, it’s a shade of lavender. it’s a very pretty color. it used to be my favorite color, but now it’s cerulean blue. the font is something like arial, but i can’t really tell. i don’t like the font times new roman because we used to use it all the time in school and that gets annoying.
Lory
ugh i just got this word in my trial on stumbleupon.com, a great website fyi. i print when i write and generally my computer doesn’t work. if it does, it prints in blue. which is a problem because my teachers generally don’t like that.
Kathleen
I had a leopard print scarf as a child. It was the reins for my horsey, my scarf as a babushka, my sari as an Indian, my magic carpet, my hollywood red carpet, and anything else I could imagine.
rnesbitt
I printed several pages worth and realized that it was gobbledegook. I had to start over again. Once I began again I realized that I was thirsty and had to take a break. It was avoidance I was certain but effective avoidance.
Pat
print. the perfect reproduction. Man’s stab at mitosis. cells of creativity. or perhaps not. the perfection of repetition is hardly creative. mindless and numbing, yet somehow reassuring. that which is, can be and be and be.
As she dug through the treasures the chest held, she found a print of a little girl. “This is grandma,” she thought to herself, before noticing the signature of the artist.
Printing a thought, losing control of words. letting go. letting loose. turning though into hard print. Not being able to hit delete. Memory. Saving. Holding on to.
Real. Honest. Good copy.
Kara DeMaeyer
print a copy of your mind on a sheet of paper, that paper being a tree, that tree being a life, that mind being the expulsion of your deepest desire. Put into perspective your life compared to the tree that now holds your desire.
Sarah
i print
i write in print
but i also write in cursive
but only when i’m adding it to artwork
usually cursive looks much better in artwork then just print
but sometimes prints just fits naturally
i like print but i like cursive
i like to draw
i draw
I saw the print at the garage sale and just had to have it. I didn’t know the artist but I knew the place. I was my house. My room. My old room anyway…the one I had when I was a kid, before all the…Anyway, it was my room but the date on the painting said 1922. That was eons before I was even born. How could that be?
Paper, typing, writing. I want to write great poetry and novels that will touch souls and have them living in another, easier time. I want people to be able to look at my writing and admire it and love me for it. I want to help and inspire through my writing. I want to bring love to people through my writing.
Bob
this word reminds me of what i had to do today to go to sky high. it was a very annoying task and i didnt even end up going. zebra print is super cool its one of my favorite prints are awesome and make things more intresting yay prints they are cool i want
deeee
Beep. Beep. Beep. Jam. Clogged. The paper’s trying to squeeze through a narrow passageway. It’s trying to become something. It’s trying to serve a purpose. It can’t. The machines are awry. The world is a big howling mess of pipes. Blotch. Blurt. All over. It’s all gone. It’s soaked and folding and soggy. It’s useless now. What’s it going to do? Hurtle. Air. Trashcan.
Jake Bittle
there was so much to print but I didn’t have enough time. So I took the disk out of the computer and brought it home with me thinking that I could trade it for pizza later. Those terrorists were not going to outsmart me.
lisa
Looking at the newspaper print for next weeks special edition on Climbing Mount
Henry , what the —— who would name a mountain Henry, I ask my assistant who
merely shrugs her shoulders like don’t ask me ?
Linda Berryman
An opportune moment to escape the cold, Mr Tiddles made a break for it and managed to lithely scamper between the slow and cumbersome biped’s legs and onward to the magical world that lay beyond- a world that would soon emulate the cold outside, as one glancing blow tumbled the talcum powder from the shelf, scattering its tiny grains wide and sparse, like a cats sneeze- a deft getaway was in order, but the prints left by the intruder would give him away in an instant and guarantee his expulsion back to the cold.
jivehoneyjive
The prints line up the walls of my art room when I enter; freshly done in bright colors, multicolors, dark colors. Trees that people have spent hours carving just to print onto white sheets lit up and hung around the class. For one class period, I sit and feel fine. I talk to my friends and chip away at my own tree. It’s simple, and decaying; it’s been sawed away at and pieces have been hacked off. But it’s not dead yet. It still stands. I keep that tree alive, and my art class does the same for me on my worst days.
When she taught me to print, I thought I was drawing a great picture of my father, arms askew and head topped off with a flat hat. It was the most exciting thing I had learned yet in kindergarten.
nannan
I print my words in diagonal rows. Breaks it up and makes it seem a little less in form with everyone else. I write his name in cursive though, swirl up, curve down, double the letters and its over. I love his name.
AmberJade
Her hands were shaky. The pencil was fat between her baby fingers. Tongue pressed between her lips, eyes focused, eyebrows furled–she touched the silver tip to the lined paper. With immense concentration she wrote: J.
joanna
i haven’t printed anything in quite a while. i think the last thing i did print was a resume or something. even though i haven’t had a job in a while. oh it might of been the tattoo i am in the process of getting. its wings, so different. it has butterfly, dragonfly and angel wings.
Monica
printing is done when you want to get information out of a computer in a material form. people have been printing since long ago the industrial revolution. printers are very cheap and can be found to be extremely useful everywhere. i love printing since it makes what’s on the computer less fragile.
Xavier Torres
I like to print lots of pictures to show people. I print from the color printer- it’s much more colorful. Printing is also writing neatly. I have pretty neat print and pretty messy cursive. Hahahahaha!!
Hannah
Print. This makes me think of printing things at the library. Liberry… That was the ghetto way people say library. Pretty much that means the way black people say it. We gotta go to da liberry. I don’t know how that mistake in grammar got so popular.
I love the way that words look on paper. I like handwriting.
Printed words are neat and clear. Perfectly formed letters leave little to the imagination.
Handwriting is your piece of personality.
I got a telegram the other day.
I sighed. Damn you love, fool.
I need to hear it in your voice.
Even if it cracks under pressure.
Vocally you can do no wrong here.
Why write, why print when the need is to be met vocally –
Whispered from mouth to ear.
You miss out on treasure when you give into fear.
I miss print. While I love the Internet and the ease and convenience that it brings to fine things, there’s something about print. There’s something about a newspaper and opening it up and reading, looking at box scores, seeing the day’s news and the like. There’s something to be said for a magazine or a book.
I am excited about the possibility of selling prints of my art work on etsy. I wonder if people will be interested. I want to expand in so many ways.
Printing the final words of the signature was the hardest thing he had ever done. He hadn’t meant for it to go that far, and it was only a game. He never thought he’d be signing one of these. Ever. A death certificate for a child. Caolinn Ailis Jennifer Wilson-Kirklnd, and she wasn’t even his.
She wrote slowly and her words were of a neat, uniform print.
I watched as her hand crawled across the page. “Doesn’t it get tiring? All of that repetition?”
She looked up, smiled. “Not really,” she said. “I’m kind of comforted by it.”
ggggggggggg
print to print, i love this. I smile and wait for someone to walk into the room, wanting to print. As you all know printing is not as it may seem. They only want your DNA to change the world for the better. NEVER for the better. WE are humans, not beautiful, never kind, and always wanting what is rightfully not ours.
Today we put together shirts for my cheerleading squad. My dad decided he wanted to print out pictures for us to put on our t-shirts which means we now how our official logo for my cheerleading team. The printing helps us keep the moments we all love and cherish, the paper may not last forever, but with the printer, you can print it as many times as you want.
The print was blurry and smudged, streaks of black and blue ink trailing across the sketchy image of a house. Maybe he shouldn’t have left it out in the rain.
The p in print is trying to date the r, but the r is still with i even though is cheating on n behind t’s back.
This morning I went to print a paper, but the printer was in a jam.
the thing that i print my pictures from, the thing that brings out all the memories and keep everything in order, the thing that puts down words that i write for a paper in school, or the thing that you can print tickets out with or coupons for sales.
i printed the handbooks at kinkos the other day. the fresh scent of steaming hot layers of beautifully crisp cardstock papers arose from the cardboard boxes which were about 8.5 by 11 inches. i found it weird that they wouldn’t give us a box that’s more than 8.5/11: if our handbooks were 8.5/11, how were we supposed to fit them in? Anyways, we got them printed, and life was good.
Print me a letter of goodbye in your own blood. Tie my heart in your pocket. Just don’t leave me. I will follow you through your torments.Forever.
print is letters. print is poetry. print is pen and ink. print is purple and bright and blue like the sky. print is hurtful and harmful but loving and kind and endearing. print is words. print loves things
print is a very pretty word. I printed a lot of stuff today. on my computer, i printed my animal physiology notes on my printer, which also has the word print in it. but the print word here is very pretty, it’s a shade of lavender. it’s a very pretty color. it used to be my favorite color, but now it’s cerulean blue. the font is something like arial, but i can’t really tell. i don’t like the font times new roman because we used to use it all the time in school and that gets annoying.
ugh i just got this word in my trial on stumbleupon.com, a great website fyi. i print when i write and generally my computer doesn’t work. if it does, it prints in blue. which is a problem because my teachers generally don’t like that.
I had a leopard print scarf as a child. It was the reins for my horsey, my scarf as a babushka, my sari as an Indian, my magic carpet, my hollywood red carpet, and anything else I could imagine.
I printed several pages worth and realized that it was gobbledegook. I had to start over again. Once I began again I realized that I was thirsty and had to take a break. It was avoidance I was certain but effective avoidance.
print. the perfect reproduction. Man’s stab at mitosis. cells of creativity. or perhaps not. the perfection of repetition is hardly creative. mindless and numbing, yet somehow reassuring. that which is, can be and be and be.
As she dug through the treasures the chest held, she found a print of a little girl. “This is grandma,” she thought to herself, before noticing the signature of the artist.
Printing a thought, losing control of words. letting go. letting loose. turning though into hard print. Not being able to hit delete. Memory. Saving. Holding on to.
Real. Honest. Good copy.
print a copy of your mind on a sheet of paper, that paper being a tree, that tree being a life, that mind being the expulsion of your deepest desire. Put into perspective your life compared to the tree that now holds your desire.
i print
i write in print
but i also write in cursive
but only when i’m adding it to artwork
usually cursive looks much better in artwork then just print
but sometimes prints just fits naturally
i like print but i like cursive
i like to draw
i draw
I saw the print at the garage sale and just had to have it. I didn’t know the artist but I knew the place. I was my house. My room. My old room anyway…the one I had when I was a kid, before all the…Anyway, it was my room but the date on the painting said 1922. That was eons before I was even born. How could that be?
Paper, typing, writing. I want to write great poetry and novels that will touch souls and have them living in another, easier time. I want people to be able to look at my writing and admire it and love me for it. I want to help and inspire through my writing. I want to bring love to people through my writing.
this word reminds me of what i had to do today to go to sky high. it was a very annoying task and i didnt even end up going. zebra print is super cool its one of my favorite prints are awesome and make things more intresting yay prints they are cool i want
Beep. Beep. Beep. Jam. Clogged. The paper’s trying to squeeze through a narrow passageway. It’s trying to become something. It’s trying to serve a purpose. It can’t. The machines are awry. The world is a big howling mess of pipes. Blotch. Blurt. All over. It’s all gone. It’s soaked and folding and soggy. It’s useless now. What’s it going to do? Hurtle. Air. Trashcan.
there was so much to print but I didn’t have enough time. So I took the disk out of the computer and brought it home with me thinking that I could trade it for pizza later. Those terrorists were not going to outsmart me.
Looking at the newspaper print for next weeks special edition on Climbing Mount
Henry , what the —— who would name a mountain Henry, I ask my assistant who
merely shrugs her shoulders like don’t ask me ?
An opportune moment to escape the cold, Mr Tiddles made a break for it and managed to lithely scamper between the slow and cumbersome biped’s legs and onward to the magical world that lay beyond- a world that would soon emulate the cold outside, as one glancing blow tumbled the talcum powder from the shelf, scattering its tiny grains wide and sparse, like a cats sneeze- a deft getaway was in order, but the prints left by the intruder would give him away in an instant and guarantee his expulsion back to the cold.
The prints line up the walls of my art room when I enter; freshly done in bright colors, multicolors, dark colors. Trees that people have spent hours carving just to print onto white sheets lit up and hung around the class. For one class period, I sit and feel fine. I talk to my friends and chip away at my own tree. It’s simple, and decaying; it’s been sawed away at and pieces have been hacked off. But it’s not dead yet. It still stands. I keep that tree alive, and my art class does the same for me on my worst days.
When she taught me to print, I thought I was drawing a great picture of my father, arms askew and head topped off with a flat hat. It was the most exciting thing I had learned yet in kindergarten.
I print my words in diagonal rows. Breaks it up and makes it seem a little less in form with everyone else. I write his name in cursive though, swirl up, curve down, double the letters and its over. I love his name.
Her hands were shaky. The pencil was fat between her baby fingers. Tongue pressed between her lips, eyes focused, eyebrows furled–she touched the silver tip to the lined paper. With immense concentration she wrote: J.
i haven’t printed anything in quite a while. i think the last thing i did print was a resume or something. even though i haven’t had a job in a while. oh it might of been the tattoo i am in the process of getting. its wings, so different. it has butterfly, dragonfly and angel wings.
printing is done when you want to get information out of a computer in a material form. people have been printing since long ago the industrial revolution. printers are very cheap and can be found to be extremely useful everywhere. i love printing since it makes what’s on the computer less fragile.
I like to print lots of pictures to show people. I print from the color printer- it’s much more colorful. Printing is also writing neatly. I have pretty neat print and pretty messy cursive. Hahahahaha!!
Print. This makes me think of printing things at the library. Liberry… That was the ghetto way people say library. Pretty much that means the way black people say it. We gotta go to da liberry. I don’t know how that mistake in grammar got so popular.
I love the way that words look on paper. I like handwriting.
Printed words are neat and clear. Perfectly formed letters leave little to the imagination.
Handwriting is your piece of personality.