Tomorrow I have an english exam, my last of the year. I have to study print texts and visual texts by tomorrow morning. Or there are animal prints, on fabric or in the dirt. I think the ones in the dirt are pretty because they’re not dead.
Prints again? What the… Well, when I think of prints I think of pictures… What the hell, time was up when I started. This was no fun.
aposjg
The funny things. they are solid marks of memory and existence.
They are what people remember of us…. In their memories.
Boldpen
I can feel each whorl, each tiny ridge and curve, an invisible tattoo, burning into my flesh, where you briefly touched the tips of your fingers to my unsuspecting palm.
georgie
Print, finger prints, on a jar. A broken jar. The fingerprints of a child. Why are they here? What are they for? Who am I, where am I? Prints, from a printer? Ink everywhere.
Pyro
I was impressed with some prints that I found in a old suit case , under my cellar. There were about some family members that have long deceased.
victor walkes
Zebra, leopard, and sequins all shone down on the crowd. This eclectic rhythmic goddess was howling, rhyming, and panting with every ounce of his being. The two spirit innovator on stage wore gold. His stilettos kept him grounded like Napoleon’s did him.
Footprints are lost in the snow and the sand to the elements and to time. Unremarked reminders of where we’ve been, of where we were going.
n
prints…. they come in so much colors. everything becomes more wonderful when prints are there. I personally love prints. It brings life, joy, and so much more. Prints are amazing dont you think? :)
Shanice
Prints in the sand.
Fleeting, quick as light.
Permanence is impossible.
Beautiful, but fleeting, forever fleeting.
Never more.
i prints my book. It was written in dark yellow ink pen but I could only print in black color as I do not have color printer.
jimmy
These days when I look through the window, I make love to the world. The autumn leaves that decent from the orange-sing tree and the crunchy sounds of the feathery blossoms dying. These make an imprint on my outlook and I succumb to the peaceful acceptance and cycle of life.
prints of life; hand prints.
prints in ink; prints in blood.
prints, prints, prints.
prints of sorrow; prints of joy.
prints of night; prints of day.
prints, prints, prints.
Maria W.
I follow the prints you left
Scattered in my home
I pick up your tracks and trace them
All over town
Until I find you bruised and bleeding
And bring you back
Beautyfor_ashes
Prints? You have not received the prints yet! We have a meeting in 30 minutes, and you have not received the prints yet! If this falls through because we are not prepared, you are finished with this company!
prints all the design you have and sell it, then tell and share it to everybody what is it. by that you will now share whats in your toughts, and everybody will probably understand what you’ve meant. have a great time.
Anya M
Finger-printing lost its physicality. What used to be black ink, a satisfying roll, and a clammy damp cloth is now an electric scan, clinical like a too-clean digital copy of Macbeth
Calliope
I don’t like to buy prints because I think that they look cheap and so I don’t often make that purchase. I think that they are an economical way to jazz up any living space though, and if someone had them in their house I wouldn’t judge them. Some might also think of animal prints. The ultimate manifestation of the word print would be an animal print print covered in finger prints.
katie
Redness flooded her face when she flicked on the light. The room smelled like chemicals–and her tools were strewed haphazardly about in the dimness. The portraits she had taken yesterday were pinned to the line above her left ear, caressing it when she moved, as if the people in them were reaching out to her.
I dont like to buy prints because I think that they look cheap and so I dont. I think that they are an economical way to jazz up any living space though, and if someone had them in their house I wouldnt judge them. Some might also think of animal prints.
katie
and sometimes he just liked to lie next to me and touch me, his fingers leaving invisible prints across my skin. Mark after mark formed a path of travel across the planes of my body, across valleys and over mountains and through passes as though I had as vast a topography as the whole world. Sometimes he would trace the paths native to my body, follow arteries and veins in great loops on top of the flesh. He would make prints all over me, one by one, five by five, marking me invisibly, invariably, and whispering into my ear that “you are mine.”
you can get prints off of a camera at cvs or any other local pharmacys. prints are kinda cool. you can get them in different colors. sepia and antique prints are my favorite. sometimes i can get as many prints as i want if i have coupons because then its cheaper. i love prints and they are awsome.
Maria
Sixty seconds is a lot shorter than I thought it’d be. Prints? What a strange word. It’s not even the infinitive. This website, what was I thinking?
he, she prints on her printer. why does she let them? she’s only being generous i suppose. too generous if you ask me. is there such a thing as too generous? they should just pay for their own prints.
Prints remind me of photographs, like old black and white prints you see for sale. Movie screen shots, if you will. It can also be a verb, like to print a paper. My boyfriend borrowed my printer earlier to print some homework. I wish I had a print of a move still in my room. Not sure what movie I would
Heather
He left a long trail of prints in the snow, far apart and hopelessly deep, ones I would fall endlessly into if I wasn’t careful. I don’t know how he did it; such massive holes left in the flawless blanket with such perfection, each marring only as much of the snow as they had to. I knew he would be home in time for supper, but it was always hard to watch him leave. Maybe today I would make a snowman to stand sentry by his path of foot prints for him so he could find his way home, scoop me into his arms by the fireplace and tell me I’m his precious baby girl again.
You leave your fingerprints in my heart, my brain, my speech. Everything I touch now, you’re written all over. The way you speak, the way you think, the way you breathe. The rhythms and music and incantations of the way you are haunt my dreams, waking and sleeping. You’ve got your fingerprints in the cement that I am, and I will forever remember the exact pattern of your prints. The spiral of you, scarred and perfected.
How many must i do? Why prints? Why nothing but prints? The colours bring back memories. Memories that I would rather forget.
Dominique
Prints, well this is the word. Prints on a shirt, printing paper, which, by the way, mine did not want to do this past morning. So I was late for Ed, hehe, not like that’s an unnatural occurrence. Prints, to print or not print? To have prints? I like printed things, they are…their own, I guess. It’s not solid, it’s got layers, whether by design or by idea that went behind the print. I think time is up.
Elise
it bothers me that fariha allows prints to be made on her printer by other people on the floor. it shouldn’t bother me, but it does. weird. she’s just being generous i suppose. but they should get their own printers.
Paige
print me pretty and print me pink. print my name above your sink. I’ll hold you forever, dont think. Print my pains above you, you dink. :D
he prints the colors of the rain into his clock. the flowers bloom and they tock. but pains they pass from traffic lights to ocean sides but still it ticks. and it tocks. the prints are formal. or are they rare? they flowers they bloom right under there.
sarajaneen1@gmail.com
i usually go to lfickr.com and look for photos that i would lke to post on my blog, someties i find a flickr account that s somewhat popular amongst the flickr community. and on their photos they have the word “prints” orf buy “prints” and you can order a print of their photo from them to have as your own.
j'aime
one which forces you to think
jhanvi
prints are what make people happy. I wish i were bold enough to wear prints, instead of constantly hiding behind neutral tones. everyone is unawares to how unhappy i am with my body, but the patterns know. the patterns know im not bold enough to love them, to embrace them. I cant hide forever.
Carson Toms
The prints on the wall sat in perfect symmetry, as though they had been placed there by the most meticulous of tenants and could not be removed or even touched to dust or paint. They were, as it seemed, the ugliest prints I had seen in my lifetime, but I was sure that after buying the coffee shop, I would not have the courage to remove them either.
John
What an animal leaves behind, what a person can be tracked by. Unique to each person. Photography use these to show their pictures
undecided with path to choose…
Tomorrow I have an english exam, my last of the year. I have to study print texts and visual texts by tomorrow morning. Or there are animal prints, on fabric or in the dirt. I think the ones in the dirt are pretty because they’re not dead.
Prints again? What the… Well, when I think of prints I think of pictures… What the hell, time was up when I started. This was no fun.
The funny things. they are solid marks of memory and existence.
They are what people remember of us…. In their memories.
I can feel each whorl, each tiny ridge and curve, an invisible tattoo, burning into my flesh, where you briefly touched the tips of your fingers to my unsuspecting palm.
Print, finger prints, on a jar. A broken jar. The fingerprints of a child. Why are they here? What are they for? Who am I, where am I? Prints, from a printer? Ink everywhere.
I was impressed with some prints that I found in a old suit case , under my cellar. There were about some family members that have long deceased.
Zebra, leopard, and sequins all shone down on the crowd. This eclectic rhythmic goddess was howling, rhyming, and panting with every ounce of his being. The two spirit innovator on stage wore gold. His stilettos kept him grounded like Napoleon’s did him.
Prints on time,
Prints on mime.
Prints… they speak,
To strong and weak.
Joy they give,
Joy the live.
Footprints are lost in the snow and the sand to the elements and to time. Unremarked reminders of where we’ve been, of where we were going.
prints…. they come in so much colors. everything becomes more wonderful when prints are there. I personally love prints. It brings life, joy, and so much more. Prints are amazing dont you think? :)
Prints in the sand.
Fleeting, quick as light.
Permanence is impossible.
Beautiful, but fleeting, forever fleeting.
Never more.
i prints my book. It was written in dark yellow ink pen but I could only print in black color as I do not have color printer.
These days when I look through the window, I make love to the world. The autumn leaves that decent from the orange-sing tree and the crunchy sounds of the feathery blossoms dying. These make an imprint on my outlook and I succumb to the peaceful acceptance and cycle of life.
prints of life; hand prints.
prints in ink; prints in blood.
prints, prints, prints.
prints of sorrow; prints of joy.
prints of night; prints of day.
prints, prints, prints.
I follow the prints you left
Scattered in my home
I pick up your tracks and trace them
All over town
Until I find you bruised and bleeding
And bring you back
Prints? You have not received the prints yet! We have a meeting in 30 minutes, and you have not received the prints yet! If this falls through because we are not prepared, you are finished with this company!
djfdjkjfdjdjfjd
prints all the design you have and sell it, then tell and share it to everybody what is it. by that you will now share whats in your toughts, and everybody will probably understand what you’ve meant. have a great time.
Finger-printing lost its physicality. What used to be black ink, a satisfying roll, and a clammy damp cloth is now an electric scan, clinical like a too-clean digital copy of Macbeth
I don’t like to buy prints because I think that they look cheap and so I don’t often make that purchase. I think that they are an economical way to jazz up any living space though, and if someone had them in their house I wouldn’t judge them. Some might also think of animal prints. The ultimate manifestation of the word print would be an animal print print covered in finger prints.
Redness flooded her face when she flicked on the light. The room smelled like chemicals–and her tools were strewed haphazardly about in the dimness. The portraits she had taken yesterday were pinned to the line above her left ear, caressing it when she moved, as if the people in them were reaching out to her.
I dont like to buy prints because I think that they look cheap and so I dont. I think that they are an economical way to jazz up any living space though, and if someone had them in their house I wouldnt judge them. Some might also think of animal prints.
and sometimes he just liked to lie next to me and touch me, his fingers leaving invisible prints across my skin. Mark after mark formed a path of travel across the planes of my body, across valleys and over mountains and through passes as though I had as vast a topography as the whole world. Sometimes he would trace the paths native to my body, follow arteries and veins in great loops on top of the flesh. He would make prints all over me, one by one, five by five, marking me invisibly, invariably, and whispering into my ear that “you are mine.”
you can get prints off of a camera at cvs or any other local pharmacys. prints are kinda cool. you can get them in different colors. sepia and antique prints are my favorite. sometimes i can get as many prints as i want if i have coupons because then its cheaper. i love prints and they are awsome.
Sixty seconds is a lot shorter than I thought it’d be. Prints? What a strange word. It’s not even the infinitive. This website, what was I thinking?
he, she prints on her printer. why does she let them? she’s only being generous i suppose. too generous if you ask me. is there such a thing as too generous? they should just pay for their own prints.
Prints remind me of photographs, like old black and white prints you see for sale. Movie screen shots, if you will. It can also be a verb, like to print a paper. My boyfriend borrowed my printer earlier to print some homework. I wish I had a print of a move still in my room. Not sure what movie I would
He left a long trail of prints in the snow, far apart and hopelessly deep, ones I would fall endlessly into if I wasn’t careful. I don’t know how he did it; such massive holes left in the flawless blanket with such perfection, each marring only as much of the snow as they had to. I knew he would be home in time for supper, but it was always hard to watch him leave. Maybe today I would make a snowman to stand sentry by his path of foot prints for him so he could find his way home, scoop me into his arms by the fireplace and tell me I’m his precious baby girl again.
You leave your fingerprints in my heart, my brain, my speech. Everything I touch now, you’re written all over. The way you speak, the way you think, the way you breathe. The rhythms and music and incantations of the way you are haunt my dreams, waking and sleeping. You’ve got your fingerprints in the cement that I am, and I will forever remember the exact pattern of your prints. The spiral of you, scarred and perfected.
How many must i do? Why prints? Why nothing but prints? The colours bring back memories. Memories that I would rather forget.
Prints, well this is the word. Prints on a shirt, printing paper, which, by the way, mine did not want to do this past morning. So I was late for Ed, hehe, not like that’s an unnatural occurrence. Prints, to print or not print? To have prints? I like printed things, they are…their own, I guess. It’s not solid, it’s got layers, whether by design or by idea that went behind the print. I think time is up.
it bothers me that fariha allows prints to be made on her printer by other people on the floor. it shouldn’t bother me, but it does. weird. she’s just being generous i suppose. but they should get their own printers.
print me pretty and print me pink. print my name above your sink. I’ll hold you forever, dont think. Print my pains above you, you dink. :D
he prints the colors of the rain into his clock. the flowers bloom and they tock. but pains they pass from traffic lights to ocean sides but still it ticks. and it tocks. the prints are formal. or are they rare? they flowers they bloom right under there.
i usually go to lfickr.com and look for photos that i would lke to post on my blog, someties i find a flickr account that s somewhat popular amongst the flickr community. and on their photos they have the word “prints” orf buy “prints” and you can order a print of their photo from them to have as your own.
one which forces you to think
prints are what make people happy. I wish i were bold enough to wear prints, instead of constantly hiding behind neutral tones. everyone is unawares to how unhappy i am with my body, but the patterns know. the patterns know im not bold enough to love them, to embrace them. I cant hide forever.
The prints on the wall sat in perfect symmetry, as though they had been placed there by the most meticulous of tenants and could not be removed or even touched to dust or paint. They were, as it seemed, the ugliest prints I had seen in my lifetime, but I was sure that after buying the coffee shop, I would not have the courage to remove them either.
What an animal leaves behind, what a person can be tracked by. Unique to each person. Photography use these to show their pictures