Radical behavior is noticed by various people from different class structures who have certain norms and expectations from their fellow peers in society because of the many stereotypes and beliefs that were, and are, forced upon them.
Diana
leftist someone who doesn’t care about social norms a free spirit someone who’s uncomfortable with negative shit someone who cares about society’s direction someone who doesn’t go with the flow someone who thinks for themselves
Helen
epic things like jumping from an airplane and strange hippie people stereotyped by hollywood. i wonder about people who actually say that…if they wear rasta hats. percy jackson. dang i need to read the new book.
anna
“We should all be radical!”-Lucy from Across the Universe
Emily T.
Free radicals.
Radical conservatism.
Radicals are square
roots.
such extradinary emphasis in what I feel is in my shoes. two kinds of fruit is what i gave her in there. in the time it took this one pair i felt it would have never ended because the looks i got, purely imaginable, went to my heart like a dull sharpened blue razor that had just been used to fill a balloon with love.
Josh
you are far from radical.
claiming to love so badly but you wouldn’t blink an eye if I was gone.
you don’t know what it is to want something, the way I wanted you.
Enthusiastic believer in an idea. An idea that challenges the social norm. An idea that may not be widely accepted, but it something that is worth fighting for to those who believe.
Radical. Anarchist. Against the norm. Or a surfer guy “totally raaddiiccallll duuuuudee!”
Katie Salvadore
my friend rad.. an interesting character to say the least. his blonde dreads sway from each side as he rides his skateboard effortlessly – so it seems – down and around the soft curves of the park. rad. what a great name.
my friend rad.. an interesting character to say the least. his blonde dreads sway from each side as his skateboard rides down and around the soft curves if the park. rad. what a great name.
It wasn’t such a radical idea, at least I didn’t think so. I never expected the outcry when I merely suggested that house pests be treated with respect.
Radishes are radical. The radius of a radish is maybe 6 centimetres. Free the radicals! They are the root of everything, the spicy radish of life, underground and red and juicy.
booker
He couldn’t believe of all the words in the dictionary he had said radical. RADICAL. Like he was some cheesy blonde surfer from a crappy movie about shark attacks. And though his face was flushed pink and he wanted nothing more than to run and hide, he couldn’t help but think that even though she was laughing at him, she had never looked so beautiful and free.
Savana
i think that shirt is pretty radical. tonight was pretty radical. poor puppy. poor guy with a shovel in the cemetery. that hot chocolate was pretty damn radical. so were those shoes. and tights.
whew.
radical.
that it was.
I sometimes wonder if the radical ends of the political spectrum think rationally. They seem to be absolutely consumed by party loyalty to the extent that they do not contemplate political decisions in a humanistic sense, but rather in a blind competitive way.
Radical man. Radical equations, that is. Oh yes. Not only am I a nerd, I am a math nerd. Doesn’t that just make me all the more attractive? Personally, I think it’s one of my best personality traits. That, and my longing to be Asian…but alas. I am blonde.
“You’re too much of an extremist man” said he to me. But you tell me reader, how could he know? He didn’t saw the things as I saw them, and of course he didn’t understood when I told him I had to do it.
radical. again. i refreshed hopingh i would see a different word. something i knew more about. radical. hmm. is that a typo up there? itching to correct! why doesn’t this have auto-correct? grr! radical. wild views. liberals according to republicans. democracy according to the socialists and vice versa.
debris
Rebels
Mary
It was as if gardening all night would make them better people, though they could not see the seeds they planted, and later, when the radishes grew out of the thought soil, they thought, Alright, this is what we get. Something bitter, something crunchy, something radical.
Nathan Alling Long
It takes courage. It takes courage and blood and broken bones. It takes cocktails, mixed and stuffed and lit, not stirred. It takes cocktails thrown at buildings and through windows and igniting the night sky. It takes fists raised and fists clasped. It takes razing. It takes force. It takes us against them.
I believe that radical people needs to take a moment to understand the concepts, understand the people and undestrand the society.
alicia
Maybe this AP Calculus class wasn’t the best idea… all of these radicals and multiple equations drove me crazy, to the point of breaking my pencil in half. If only I could have thought this through earlier…
Rachael
i prefer to be considered radical, he said. i now wonder what he really meant, or if he really believed he was radical. yes, he was. but he was so good-natured that he didn’t seem radical.
kaorita
is he who understands the world, he interprets it, but knows he must change it. He wields authority, power and might. He inspires others, he crushes others, he leads others, he makes others. He is the will of humanity.
they told us we went too far.
they told us that our children and grandchildren would learn about this day in their classroom history classes.
they told us we overreacted.
but never again will they tell us we can’t.
There was a radical yellow light beaming from the door of a room upstairs. You stood there motionless below the staircase. I watched you. You had never appeared so cowardly, so dumb in the six years that I knew you. The wooden stairs creaked and you winced with each step. When you were four steps from the landing, a horrific blast stopped you in your tracks. The mechanical roar ricocheted through the house and out the street for the neighbourhood to judge. It had been done. He had pulled the trigger on his life
Dave
She watched the large locks of hair fall gently over the hairdressers hands and then down onto the tiled floor. The white tiles splattered with hairy brown paint.
Years of protection and sameness fell with it – she felt this radical change right down to her soul!
neanymac
Ive been taking a history class focused on the radical liberals of the 1960 and 1970s. I empathize with them. Frustrated with the slow results of the nonviolent method they resorted to violence and confrontational means to get their needs across. The question shouldnt be so much directed at the destructive nature of these groups. They shouldn’t be alienated and isolated and labeled destructive and needed to be rid of (Cointelpro saw to that) the question history should really ask is WHY? Why are these radical movements happening?
It was unbelievable, her behavior toward him. Such a radical change from the woman he’d seen an hour ago. This one broken, shattered on the kitchen floor with wine and blood mingling and staining her dress. He was vaguely certain she was sitting on broken glass. She took a sip from her cracked, spider-webbed glass; deliberately pressing the sharp edges into her lips.
In World War 1, what basically sparked the war were radicals in Serbia–who lived in Bosnia–but then wanted to move to Serbia. The Austria Hungarian Empire would allow this, however, so radicals killed the Archduke of Austria.
Leah
The man was crazy. He had to be–there was no other explanation for it. And yet, it was impossible for me to take my eyes off of him.
He was completely infuriating and confuse but still I crazed his presence, the sound of his voice, the warmth of his touch.
it was a radical decision, she was going on holiday with Harry, and leaving Will for good. Nothing to think about. well, that’s all true. She did have to consider the punch of rudeness she was about to portray. “Oh!” she yelled at herself. Perfection vs. passion was the question and yet the answer was nothing but radical
Jillian
This whole thing was radical. Falling in love with someone else. It is impossible. I loved the one that left me. The one that died, i promised myself i could never move on. then this boy, this freakin’ boy came into my life and ruined everything. he was so nice, and i had a soft spot for him.
Liz
“It’s all about reducing the amount of free radicals in the body,” He explained, and rather loudly, as to be heard over the steady grind of the juicer, which was pulverizing its way through 4 cucumbers, 3 carrots, a head of broccoli and a bunch of kale.
She watched, her eyes widening, as a steady stream of thick, green liquid shot out the spout and into a glass.
the radical voices scream loud
they wont shut up
they scream my guilt to me as if i dont know it
they want me to surrender
to give up
to never look forward
but they are liars
they are nothing but voices
driving me forward
lauren
The protestors marched down the grunge-infested streets, hoping for something radical. As the rich, suave businessmen passed by, many were overcome by an urge to spit on – or even hit – the immaculate, “wizened” faces.
Radical behavior is noticed by various people from different class structures who have certain norms and expectations from their fellow peers in society because of the many stereotypes and beliefs that were, and are, forced upon them.
leftist someone who doesn’t care about social norms a free spirit someone who’s uncomfortable with negative shit someone who cares about society’s direction someone who doesn’t go with the flow someone who thinks for themselves
epic things like jumping from an airplane and strange hippie people stereotyped by hollywood. i wonder about people who actually say that…if they wear rasta hats. percy jackson. dang i need to read the new book.
“We should all be radical!”-Lucy from Across the Universe
Free radicals.
Radical conservatism.
Radicals are square
roots.
such extradinary emphasis in what I feel is in my shoes. two kinds of fruit is what i gave her in there. in the time it took this one pair i felt it would have never ended because the looks i got, purely imaginable, went to my heart like a dull sharpened blue razor that had just been used to fill a balloon with love.
you are far from radical.
claiming to love so badly but you wouldn’t blink an eye if I was gone.
you don’t know what it is to want something, the way I wanted you.
Enthusiastic believer in an idea. An idea that challenges the social norm. An idea that may not be widely accepted, but it something that is worth fighting for to those who believe.
Radical. Anarchist. Against the norm. Or a surfer guy “totally raaddiiccallll duuuuudee!”
my friend rad.. an interesting character to say the least. his blonde dreads sway from each side as he rides his skateboard effortlessly – so it seems – down and around the soft curves of the park. rad. what a great name.
my friend rad.. an interesting character to say the least. his blonde dreads sway from each side as his skateboard rides down and around the soft curves if the park. rad. what a great name.
It wasn’t such a radical idea, at least I didn’t think so. I never expected the outcry when I merely suggested that house pests be treated with respect.
Radishes are radical. The radius of a radish is maybe 6 centimetres. Free the radicals! They are the root of everything, the spicy radish of life, underground and red and juicy.
He couldn’t believe of all the words in the dictionary he had said radical. RADICAL. Like he was some cheesy blonde surfer from a crappy movie about shark attacks. And though his face was flushed pink and he wanted nothing more than to run and hide, he couldn’t help but think that even though she was laughing at him, she had never looked so beautiful and free.
i think that shirt is pretty radical. tonight was pretty radical. poor puppy. poor guy with a shovel in the cemetery. that hot chocolate was pretty damn radical. so were those shoes. and tights.
whew.
radical.
that it was.
I sometimes wonder if the radical ends of the political spectrum think rationally. They seem to be absolutely consumed by party loyalty to the extent that they do not contemplate political decisions in a humanistic sense, but rather in a blind competitive way.
Radical man. Radical equations, that is. Oh yes. Not only am I a nerd, I am a math nerd. Doesn’t that just make me all the more attractive? Personally, I think it’s one of my best personality traits. That, and my longing to be Asian…but alas. I am blonde.
“You’re too much of an extremist man” said he to me. But you tell me reader, how could he know? He didn’t saw the things as I saw them, and of course he didn’t understood when I told him I had to do it.
radical. again. i refreshed hopingh i would see a different word. something i knew more about. radical. hmm. is that a typo up there? itching to correct! why doesn’t this have auto-correct? grr! radical. wild views. liberals according to republicans. democracy according to the socialists and vice versa.
Rebels
It was as if gardening all night would make them better people, though they could not see the seeds they planted, and later, when the radishes grew out of the thought soil, they thought, Alright, this is what we get. Something bitter, something crunchy, something radical.
It takes courage. It takes courage and blood and broken bones. It takes cocktails, mixed and stuffed and lit, not stirred. It takes cocktails thrown at buildings and through windows and igniting the night sky. It takes fists raised and fists clasped. It takes razing. It takes force. It takes us against them.
I believe that radical people needs to take a moment to understand the concepts, understand the people and undestrand the society.
Maybe this AP Calculus class wasn’t the best idea… all of these radicals and multiple equations drove me crazy, to the point of breaking my pencil in half. If only I could have thought this through earlier…
i prefer to be considered radical, he said. i now wonder what he really meant, or if he really believed he was radical. yes, he was. but he was so good-natured that he didn’t seem radical.
is he who understands the world, he interprets it, but knows he must change it. He wields authority, power and might. He inspires others, he crushes others, he leads others, he makes others. He is the will of humanity.
they told us we went too far.
they told us that our children and grandchildren would learn about this day in their classroom history classes.
they told us we overreacted.
but never again will they tell us we can’t.
There was a radical yellow light beaming from the door of a room upstairs. You stood there motionless below the staircase. I watched you. You had never appeared so cowardly, so dumb in the six years that I knew you. The wooden stairs creaked and you winced with each step. When you were four steps from the landing, a horrific blast stopped you in your tracks. The mechanical roar ricocheted through the house and out the street for the neighbourhood to judge. It had been done. He had pulled the trigger on his life
She watched the large locks of hair fall gently over the hairdressers hands and then down onto the tiled floor. The white tiles splattered with hairy brown paint.
Years of protection and sameness fell with it – she felt this radical change right down to her soul!
Ive been taking a history class focused on the radical liberals of the 1960 and 1970s. I empathize with them. Frustrated with the slow results of the nonviolent method they resorted to violence and confrontational means to get their needs across. The question shouldnt be so much directed at the destructive nature of these groups. They shouldn’t be alienated and isolated and labeled destructive and needed to be rid of (Cointelpro saw to that) the question history should really ask is WHY? Why are these radical movements happening?
The man is crazy. He has to be–there is no other explanation for it. And yet, it is impossible for me to take my eyes off of him.
He is completely infuriating and downright confusing. But still I crave his presence, the sound of his voice, the warmth of his touch.
Maybe I am the one who is crazy.
It was unbelievable, her behavior toward him. Such a radical change from the woman he’d seen an hour ago. This one broken, shattered on the kitchen floor with wine and blood mingling and staining her dress. He was vaguely certain she was sitting on broken glass. She took a sip from her cracked, spider-webbed glass; deliberately pressing the sharp edges into her lips.
In World War 1, what basically sparked the war were radicals in Serbia–who lived in Bosnia–but then wanted to move to Serbia. The Austria Hungarian Empire would allow this, however, so radicals killed the Archduke of Austria.
The man was crazy. He had to be–there was no other explanation for it. And yet, it was impossible for me to take my eyes off of him.
He was completely infuriating and confuse but still I crazed his presence, the sound of his voice, the warmth of his touch.
Maybe I am the one who is crazy.
it was a radical decision, she was going on holiday with Harry, and leaving Will for good. Nothing to think about. well, that’s all true. She did have to consider the punch of rudeness she was about to portray. “Oh!” she yelled at herself. Perfection vs. passion was the question and yet the answer was nothing but radical
This whole thing was radical. Falling in love with someone else. It is impossible. I loved the one that left me. The one that died, i promised myself i could never move on. then this boy, this freakin’ boy came into my life and ruined everything. he was so nice, and i had a soft spot for him.
“It’s all about reducing the amount of free radicals in the body,” He explained, and rather loudly, as to be heard over the steady grind of the juicer, which was pulverizing its way through 4 cucumbers, 3 carrots, a head of broccoli and a bunch of kale.
She watched, her eyes widening, as a steady stream of thick, green liquid shot out the spout and into a glass.
strange, new, fantastic.
The movement took off with unexplainable velocity, as if it were propelled by the very forces of nature, of God.
the radical voices scream loud
they wont shut up
they scream my guilt to me as if i dont know it
they want me to surrender
to give up
to never look forward
but they are liars
they are nothing but voices
driving me forward
The protestors marched down the grunge-infested streets, hoping for something radical. As the rich, suave businessmen passed by, many were overcome by an urge to spit on – or even hit – the immaculate, “wizened” faces.