Dog prints is what I usually tracked when music decided to run away from home. O we didn’t give him a walk he would simply run outside the second he was able to. At times he would be gone for a few minutes, others for hours. I’d cry for hours until became home due to the fact he was kinda like my best friendgrpwing up as to this day.
Michelle
My prints were on the baseball bat. They implicate me in the murder. I was so confident that I’d obscured all evidence, but something this trivial could put me in prison.
Prints are like art pieces that people print out or something. I’ve never bought a print, but they’re popular. maybe if i was richer. oh no, my capitalization skills went away and my punctuation 2 o no im doin chatspeek sum1 sav3 m3333….
Lol
ink spills ideas, plans,
stories and fortifications.
building sentences’
directions, page turners’
wanderings and humor.
each slapped keystroke a story
and proof i’ve lived to tell.
maybe something models get or I can maybe if I were a model if I could I wish I was alyson but some girl told me I looked like her shes so pretty she makes me want to bleach my hair, so it would be lighter but then on last nights episode of antm she said some things that were harsh but normal but you would think she was just so amazing that no thoughts would go through her head but you cant say that about people
Britney
Prints?
Well, Thats an interesting one. Um, Prints as in footprints? Or is that two words? Anyway do you mean like prints as in paper prints
darian
I think about hand prints and foot prints or photo prints you pick up from a store somewhere. Foot prints reminds me of best friend because of that one saying and hand prints reminds me of small children. I think about pictures and the memories they hold.
Kaitlyn
The fingerprints grace the top of the dirty tabletop, left after the flour spilled and I almost fell from the shock of what you told me. Why today? I didn’t need this day to get any worse.
When I was younger, my dad used to take me into a store that would print things for him. I don’t know exactly what store it was, but I liked it. I’m not quite sure why, either. It’s not like it was geared towards children or anything — in fact, the most colorful thing in it was it’s row of postcards at the front desk. It smelled nice though.
Shea
the prints you left on sunday were one’s I wasn’t expecting to say the least the movie you played without a screen and without a script made me wish I’d seen it on the big screen but maybe I’ve found the next best thing maybe now I own the movie or at least I know someone who does so now I can spend the rest of my days borrowing it and watching the prints develop over and over again
Nantucket. Not the place, but the name of childhood friend. He was small and more frail than the rest of the boys but his strong willed mind stood out from the rest. He could out think people twice his age and in some cases, made many large decisions for his home. He was really just a nice boy.
julien
Sam has left his dirty paw prints all over my floor, my furniture, my bed, and my heart. I love that little booger.
i pressed my finger down on the paper firmly. i thought this one would come out perfect; but it came out black and smudged like the others. i’ll never be able to find the whorls and loops that are ever so gently engraved on my fingertips if my prints keep coming out like blobs of tar. i put my finger in the ink again and pressed down on the paper with more care. i lifted my finger and there it was, a perfect print. i found a double whorl.
I hate this. Why do I get all the work? There are PLENTY of other people around do to this sort of thing. Maybe if I did it wrong they would stop asking me to do it. I know, I will do everything wrong!– But then I won’t get paid. Damn prints. I hate this. I already said that… I REEAALLY hate this. When is work over? I want to see my cat.
Rain
Prints. I want to make prints. I want to screen print and print out my art and print out everything cool I’ve ever seen on the internet.
Printing makes things permanent, it makes them tangible. They do not exist solely in your imagination or on the web or anywhere other than in your hands or on the wall or on the train car you’re riding in.
Bella
Prints can either be suggested as something you make when you walk through mud and then walk on cement. or as finger prints which are what we leave behind when we touch certain things. Prints are things we leave behind that people can track or use to know who was there
natasha
30 prints get it now. How many prints do you want. Black and white on cream colored paper. Send them as gifts. Sell them to your friends and neighbors.
Chris G
I stared with a heavy look of despair on my face, knowing the world would shun me, seeing the prints of my face in the picture where I was accused of a crime. My expression was filled with malice for the horrible man who killed my brother.
A
I forgot to log in so here is my original posting.. Let’s talk about prints. Beginning with hand prints, the very things that make every individual completely different. Moving on too animal prints something that has begun to sweep the fashion industry most with the most famous of all zebra strips. Coming up next is the prints that come out of my beloved digital camera that captures all the exciting, dull, lingering moments that I never want to forget. Those prints are the prints I love the most. Those prints hold all that my world encompasses.
every day when i walk down the hall i see them, i pass them by. they are all prints of the same copy; there are minor differences, but to me, an most likely to everyone else, they look the same. there is the one who came before, and there is the one who came after. and here is the one who was there during all of it. through my eyes they are trashy, and greedy, and unlikable. all of them are. but then i look down at myself. oh, yes. i almost forgot. among their number is me.
Let’s talk about prints. Beginning with hand prints, the very things that make every individual completely different. Moving on too animal prints something that has begun to sweep the fashion industry most with the most famous of all zebra strips. Coming up next is the prints that come out of my beloved digital camera that captures all the exciting, dull, lingering moments that I never want to forget. Those prints are the prints I love the most.
Brianna
paper that you just waste ink one or you have the type of prints that people use to make buildings and stuff i just think its a waste less part of a job :)
christina edwards
the prints that his mother had bought ninteen years ago were still hanging on their living room walls, glossy and horribly uninspired. sammy looked at them with disdain, asking himself how a set of work so unoriginal and boring could have become so popular. there’s a loud noise outside and he tears the paper off the wall.
Prints, permanence. I can’t help but think how lovely it will be when my name will be printed thousands of times over in that byline. Finally, when my work will be viewed by the world. Me, mine. When I come out from behind the curtain of self-doubt and I face my critics like a grain of sand faces the sea.
The prints came in for the pictures I took. They were fantastic. I can almost be a photographer. All my hard work has paid off. I really hope they like them. I spent so much time trying to do this. I hope I can go to school for this.
tori
Prints. I want all my favorite words printed across my chest (on a shirt, I mean). Then I could say anything, and not really have to say it. I couldn’t do it like Ingle, print my affirmation on my skin (and besides, I think, with me? The print would just wash, or fade, off.)
Marcy looked at the foot prints in the mud. They were nothing like she had seen before.
“What do you think it is? Jan stared at them.
“I don’t know,” whispered Marcy. “But whatever it is, it’s not of our world.”
Helen
My favorite band, My Chemical Romance, put out these really cool prints a while back. They were pictures taken by Frank, one of the guitarists, and he and the whole band signed each one and then they sold for $25 each. I really wanted one, but hey, I’m not made of money (how cool would that be, though?!)
This was perhaps, the most peculiar room I had ever seen. Though not abnormal in it’s shape or size, the prints that covered the walls were ones to be admired, of all different colors, patterns, and sizes. There was not one dot of white; not a single speck of actual wall, floor, or ceiling.
Huge prints lead the way to a dragon’s den. Prints of my paintings sit, covered in dust, in the corner. She prints her geology homework and spends the night looking at rocks in places she hasn’t seen yet.
You found me dusted, rusted, and distilled but you left me to fend for my sins, hoping that my prints would give evidence of where I’d been or what I’d done but both have been wiped clean long before you began your search.
Maxie
Fingerprints? Photo prints? Which reminds me, I need to get some photos developed. Maybe I’ll do that tomorrow, or not. Maybe I’ll just stay in bed and pretend I’m alone in the world.
“PRINTS? WHERE ARE THE PRINTS?” Jack shouted, rushing around the study, throwing papers all over the place.
“Calm down, it’s Sunday, the prints don’t have to be in until tomorrow.” I said with a smile, wrapping my arms around his waist and hugging him tightly.
“If it wasn’t for you, Dayna, I don’t know where I’d be.”
Jay
I think of animal prints. Or a newspaper print. Or some type of ink blot where images are formed before your very eyes and suddenly you’re in a different world where plants speak to you and the clouds are cotton candy and everything is sunshine and rainbows. Or it’s the opposite and everything is dark and rainy.
Brittany
Cat prints all over my dust-coated windshield. Specks of blood on each print. Reminds me of those creepy-ass book covers.
Raymond Masters
I want to design more prints
I miss making t-shirts and I really want to get my hands all sore and stained again
Dog prints is what I usually tracked when music decided to run away from home. O we didn’t give him a walk he would simply run outside the second he was able to. At times he would be gone for a few minutes, others for hours. I’d cry for hours until became home due to the fact he was kinda like my best friendgrpwing up as to this day.
My prints were on the baseball bat. They implicate me in the murder. I was so confident that I’d obscured all evidence, but something this trivial could put me in prison.
Prints are like art pieces that people print out or something. I’ve never bought a print, but they’re popular. maybe if i was richer. oh no, my capitalization skills went away and my punctuation 2 o no im doin chatspeek sum1 sav3 m3333….
ink spills ideas, plans,
stories and fortifications.
building sentences’
directions, page turners’
wanderings and humor.
each slapped keystroke a story
and proof i’ve lived to tell.
maybe something models get or I can maybe if I were a model if I could I wish I was alyson but some girl told me I looked like her shes so pretty she makes me want to bleach my hair, so it would be lighter but then on last nights episode of antm she said some things that were harsh but normal but you would think she was just so amazing that no thoughts would go through her head but you cant say that about people
Prints?
Well, Thats an interesting one. Um, Prints as in footprints? Or is that two words? Anyway do you mean like prints as in paper prints
I think about hand prints and foot prints or photo prints you pick up from a store somewhere. Foot prints reminds me of best friend because of that one saying and hand prints reminds me of small children. I think about pictures and the memories they hold.
The fingerprints grace the top of the dirty tabletop, left after the flour spilled and I almost fell from the shock of what you told me. Why today? I didn’t need this day to get any worse.
When I was younger, my dad used to take me into a store that would print things for him. I don’t know exactly what store it was, but I liked it. I’m not quite sure why, either. It’s not like it was geared towards children or anything — in fact, the most colorful thing in it was it’s row of postcards at the front desk. It smelled nice though.
the prints you left on sunday were one’s I wasn’t expecting to say the least the movie you played without a screen and without a script made me wish I’d seen it on the big screen but maybe I’ve found the next best thing maybe now I own the movie or at least I know someone who does so now I can spend the rest of my days borrowing it and watching the prints develop over and over again
All I can think about is Jacob imprinting on Bella’s baby. Nasty.
Nantucket. Not the place, but the name of childhood friend. He was small and more frail than the rest of the boys but his strong willed mind stood out from the rest. He could out think people twice his age and in some cases, made many large decisions for his home. He was really just a nice boy.
Sam has left his dirty paw prints all over my floor, my furniture, my bed, and my heart. I love that little booger.
i pressed my finger down on the paper firmly. i thought this one would come out perfect; but it came out black and smudged like the others. i’ll never be able to find the whorls and loops that are ever so gently engraved on my fingertips if my prints keep coming out like blobs of tar. i put my finger in the ink again and pressed down on the paper with more care. i lifted my finger and there it was, a perfect print. i found a double whorl.
unique signatures, covering my furniture. cats and dogs pats and pawgs. paws.
Photographs upon my wall
Prints on prints on prints
Reminding me of prior falls
Stints on stints on stints.
When he said he would only wear animal prints, that’s when I almost lost it. NO ONE is too good for stripes or plaid. No one.
I hate this. Why do I get all the work? There are PLENTY of other people around do to this sort of thing. Maybe if I did it wrong they would stop asking me to do it. I know, I will do everything wrong!– But then I won’t get paid. Damn prints. I hate this. I already said that… I REEAALLY hate this. When is work over? I want to see my cat.
Prints. I want to make prints. I want to screen print and print out my art and print out everything cool I’ve ever seen on the internet.
Printing makes things permanent, it makes them tangible. They do not exist solely in your imagination or on the web or anywhere other than in your hands or on the wall or on the train car you’re riding in.
Prints can either be suggested as something you make when you walk through mud and then walk on cement. or as finger prints which are what we leave behind when we touch certain things. Prints are things we leave behind that people can track or use to know who was there
30 prints get it now. How many prints do you want. Black and white on cream colored paper. Send them as gifts. Sell them to your friends and neighbors.
I stared with a heavy look of despair on my face, knowing the world would shun me, seeing the prints of my face in the picture where I was accused of a crime. My expression was filled with malice for the horrible man who killed my brother.
I forgot to log in so here is my original posting.. Let’s talk about prints. Beginning with hand prints, the very things that make every individual completely different. Moving on too animal prints something that has begun to sweep the fashion industry most with the most famous of all zebra strips. Coming up next is the prints that come out of my beloved digital camera that captures all the exciting, dull, lingering moments that I never want to forget. Those prints are the prints I love the most. Those prints hold all that my world encompasses.
every day when i walk down the hall i see them, i pass them by. they are all prints of the same copy; there are minor differences, but to me, an most likely to everyone else, they look the same. there is the one who came before, and there is the one who came after. and here is the one who was there during all of it. through my eyes they are trashy, and greedy, and unlikable. all of them are. but then i look down at myself. oh, yes. i almost forgot. among their number is me.
Let’s talk about prints. Beginning with hand prints, the very things that make every individual completely different. Moving on too animal prints something that has begun to sweep the fashion industry most with the most famous of all zebra strips. Coming up next is the prints that come out of my beloved digital camera that captures all the exciting, dull, lingering moments that I never want to forget. Those prints are the prints I love the most.
paper that you just waste ink one or you have the type of prints that people use to make buildings and stuff i just think its a waste less part of a job :)
the prints that his mother had bought ninteen years ago were still hanging on their living room walls, glossy and horribly uninspired. sammy looked at them with disdain, asking himself how a set of work so unoriginal and boring could have become so popular. there’s a loud noise outside and he tears the paper off the wall.
Prints, permanence. I can’t help but think how lovely it will be when my name will be printed thousands of times over in that byline. Finally, when my work will be viewed by the world. Me, mine. When I come out from behind the curtain of self-doubt and I face my critics like a grain of sand faces the sea.
The prints came in for the pictures I took. They were fantastic. I can almost be a photographer. All my hard work has paid off. I really hope they like them. I spent so much time trying to do this. I hope I can go to school for this.
Prints. I want all my favorite words printed across my chest (on a shirt, I mean). Then I could say anything, and not really have to say it. I couldn’t do it like Ingle, print my affirmation on my skin (and besides, I think, with me? The print would just wash, or fade, off.)
Marcy looked at the foot prints in the mud. They were nothing like she had seen before.
“What do you think it is? Jan stared at them.
“I don’t know,” whispered Marcy. “But whatever it is, it’s not of our world.”
My favorite band, My Chemical Romance, put out these really cool prints a while back. They were pictures taken by Frank, one of the guitarists, and he and the whole band signed each one and then they sold for $25 each. I really wanted one, but hey, I’m not made of money (how cool would that be, though?!)
This was perhaps, the most peculiar room I had ever seen. Though not abnormal in it’s shape or size, the prints that covered the walls were ones to be admired, of all different colors, patterns, and sizes. There was not one dot of white; not a single speck of actual wall, floor, or ceiling.
Huge prints lead the way to a dragon’s den. Prints of my paintings sit, covered in dust, in the corner. She prints her geology homework and spends the night looking at rocks in places she hasn’t seen yet.
Wednesday night.
You found me dusted, rusted, and distilled but you left me to fend for my sins, hoping that my prints would give evidence of where I’d been or what I’d done but both have been wiped clean long before you began your search.
Fingerprints? Photo prints? Which reminds me, I need to get some photos developed. Maybe I’ll do that tomorrow, or not. Maybe I’ll just stay in bed and pretend I’m alone in the world.
“PRINTS? WHERE ARE THE PRINTS?” Jack shouted, rushing around the study, throwing papers all over the place.
“Calm down, it’s Sunday, the prints don’t have to be in until tomorrow.” I said with a smile, wrapping my arms around his waist and hugging him tightly.
“If it wasn’t for you, Dayna, I don’t know where I’d be.”
I think of animal prints. Or a newspaper print. Or some type of ink blot where images are formed before your very eyes and suddenly you’re in a different world where plants speak to you and the clouds are cotton candy and everything is sunshine and rainbows. Or it’s the opposite and everything is dark and rainy.
Cat prints all over my dust-coated windshield. Specks of blood on each print. Reminds me of those creepy-ass book covers.
I want to design more prints
I miss making t-shirts and I really want to get my hands all sore and stained again