my car has tires. it gets me places. but sometimes i wish it could take me farther. i want to go so many places, but i can’t. i can’t always go where i want to. but i know if i ever had too, my car has tires and i could get there….somewhere…with my tires…. <3
i really like tires.
The way they grind over little stone trails, or the way they slip on frosty cold mornings.
I dont even have a car yet, but what 15 year old does? Hitching rides from my older brother seems to be my life, nowadays. One day i’ll have my own vehicle. A motorcycle most probably. A purple, sleek, sexy motorcycle.
Meadow
I woke up to the rushing sound of tires speeding on the back tar next to me. I was lying on the side of the interstate in a piddle of mud. It was daytime when i blacked out and I had no idea how long I was there…. or even how I got there. But I knew I had to gt away.
Exhaustion.
Lethargy.
Her muscles were dead, her will broken.
Dishes lay about the fetid water of the sink –
Clothes scattered haphazardly amongst the crumb-ridden floor –
Dreamless sleep was her only escape.
Taking you to unimaginable places. Into your secret fairy tale adventure. Having no endings, only new beginnings.. always a new start, always there to take you somewhere.
I guess they are round and i can’t tell when my tires are low because my cars monitor is broken. they are black and its a little boring to talk about tires. they smell when they burn from stopping.
Taylor Wells
The tires of life often change. Sometimes you’re up, sometimes you’re down.
black, things that take you into unbelievable realms of existence, they pop and they leave marks but they will always take you somewhere. on a bike, car, train, plane, always somewhere no matter what. never leaving until it pops.
Kirsten Cooper
Within the past year I have learned a great deal about tires. I have learned how to change them, realign them and pretty much what the importance of their function is. My husband has given me the tools as a woman to know when the tire is low, and when the tire needs to be changed completely. Tires aren’t really that complex, woman shouldn’t be so afraid of them. There simply a daily function that gets you from one destination to the next.
The windows, were down, the sunroof was down. Music was thrillingly loud. My best friend sat next to me, singing. I’d never felt this free. It started raining. and we let the rain kiss our skin.
Katia
I’m tired of being abused by narcoleptic spinsters, misanthropes, sex addicts and rabnacious junkateers. I won’t be your spinning rubber carriage no more you scum tongued wiretappers!
Shaun Salmon
Tires. They’re what keep a person moving. Even an object as heavy as a car can be moved with four simple wheels. They’re usually made of rubber, though they may have been made of wood at some point. They have rolling friction, as opposed to static friction
Tait
sam never tires of talking about tires. he always loves to watch them roll around and do fucked up shit like that… making tire swings, stealing them off bikes, happily painting them and setting them up for obstacle courses, but his favourite tire has always been the spare tire, and the way it sits on the back of a vnitage car.
lauren
tires. wow, where do I begin? You’ve taught me so much within the past three years. I heard so many great, but terrible, things you had done. But it wasn’t until I personally met you at the age of 16 that things really began to accelerate.
Will
I think I have flat.
My car is weak
and rumbles at each stop.
I pull over and I see
— Nothing.
I continue driving
and the car rumps and bumps.
I hear a whistling noises
and the car rumps and bumps.
Their is a nail in my tire.
And now, it’s flat.
Natalie
The tires squealed as the car pulled away from the curb, trailing smoke and the smell of burning rubber. Luke downshifted and
Doug
I had a flat tire once. Once, I busted my tire and I was pissed. But, I didn’t know it had busted until I had somewhere to be. Dad was soooo mad. Shawn just bought 2 new tires recently. Tires are very expensive. It’s such a shame. I might need new tires soon. I like Pirellis.
April
Tires turn because they come in contact with the ground or do they turn because the ground is pushing them and making them spin. Answers like these are ones we will all try to answer, but we will honestly never know.
Kelly t
I think about the time Mike cut up tires and used them for bands in the pool. They restricted our feet so we couldn’t kick. Everyone HATED bands. They literally made your feet sink, and you felt like you were dying. I always wondered where he got the old tires from. I have an image in my brain of him trolling used car lots.
Jenna
Tires are what keep cars going. For a person, his/her tires are his/her family, friends, and aim for self satisfaction. Those are what keeps us moving.
my tires gave out on me as I drove in the wilderness. It was like a scene straight out of a horror movie. I was so the defenseless chick that was going to die. Why didn’t I catch a ride with Lance when I had the chance. Oh wait I know why, my stupid pride got in the way as always.
joie
tires get me places. i go from school to home to school to the grocery store to my friend’s apartment where we laugh and drink and talk and lay on the floor after eating her delicious meatloaf.
essee
Through the pouring rain and searing pain and screaming Jensen thought that he could hear the sound of tires on wet pavement tearing through the air.
“Oh, man, what’s next?” Jensen thought as his pain reached an apex amidst the blinding heat and rain.
tires are on cars. Cars go fast. Red cars go faster but then again black cars go faster than red ones. I want a green car. Or a black one so you don’t notice that it’s dirty. Or maybe I don’t want a car at all, maybe I should get a bike. Would be better for me AND the environment.
tires, one tires easily when one spends hours shopping, particularly in a crowded mall. the tires of the car are very important and need to be well taken care of and fully looked after. blah blah blah. I cannot think of much more to say except that there are a great variety of tire brands available and one must shop around before purchasing.
Anne-Marie Deryaw
Tires spin against black pavement like a cycle or a circle. It faces tribulations like a nail or a rock. It can get flat just like we can. But there is one easy way to fix it: inflate it.
Ann
She tires. Our bodies, deserts of disavowed drives. “It’s been a long day, killing time. A long day.”
Tires? Really? Tires? huh, well okay, tires. Tires are…. black and have patterns. Oh! ONe time I was just surfin the web and I came across an article about people makeing art out of tires and it wasen’t like OMG TIRES THAT IS SO COOL ART!!!!!!!! BUt it was still cool. O hi, Tires… tires are on cars… hijacking tires is what Max does best if you know who I’m talking about, most of you (if anyone is reading this, which is doubtful…but whatevs) probs don’tkknow who Max is but she’s in a booko that I like, and boy do I like books. It’s actually kid of scary how musch I like them. I want a huge library in my house with soaring ceilings and that beautiful smell you sniff when you get a new book. I wonder how much time I have left…time’s up! WHat oh nevermind! I didn’t fill out the thing! CRAP!! AHH VWHAT DO I DO!!! AHh dkfslgik, okay tires, are black, cats are black, I just wartched practical magic with my friend Gianna, I’m watching Alladin right now, DONE!
Carolina92
I think my tires, are my legs. I peel out everywhere I go.
are the bestest thing about a car. they are round, luscious, black, dependable. almighty.yeah. they are all mine! cant leave without them and cant stay without them. love em all day baby!
maribel lagunas
It was at the end of the game, when everyone is going out to their cars that you kissed me. My heart skipped a beat and you walked me to your car. I loved every moment of that night, even when we drove your front tire got a hole in it. As we stood in the cold waiting for your stepdad to show up to help us, you never released me from your warm embrace. All I could think about was how gorgeous you looked. He showed up and you two fixed it. He gave me hug and you gave me a ride back to my aunt’s house. I will always remember that night your tire popped.
Ember
Morgana scowled at her tires. Someone had pierced holes into them, and she was not happy. “Merlin!” she called out. He poked his head out. “Yeah, Morgana?” he asked, wiping his hands with a paper towel. “I need new tires.”
Artheza Madriene
Are on cars. Once upon a time I was driving home and it fell off my car. I was so upset that I couldn’t concentrate on changing it, so I went to the nearest convienience store and bought a candy bar. A snickers. It was delicious!
Tonya Johnson
The tires screeched as Morgana brought the car to a stop. Merlin clasped his face gratefully. “I’m alive!” he exclaimed. Morgana jumped out of the car and examined her tires.
“Shit!” she cursed. “The tires are all worn out!”
Merlin peered out. “Well, Morgana, that’s what you get when you drive too bloody fast,” he commented, grinning goofily at her, thankful for being alive.
Artheza Madriene
The squeal of tires led her outside. Through a cloud of rubber smoke she saw a black V8 speed up the road and around the corner. The black tire tracks wove across the road like twin snakes.
Annemarie
screeching. I need snow tires. they’re gonna skid and im going to spiral into a spinning cycle of doom in the snow and i really don’t want to do that. I like the tire that ran around and killed people. Global warming commentary or something. It killed a bunny. not that tires havent killed bunnies before…
Becca Campbell
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Julia
The tire was flat. We were 50,000 miles away from home. That’s when it all went wrong. Creatures fled out of every nook and cranny of the forest. Lions and Tigers and Bears, OH MY! Gildos and Mokus and Friggers! This was it. Will we survive?
on the side of the interstate you can see garbage, cigarettes, and even tires. you can wonder about where the tires have been and how they got to be lying there on the side of the road. was there an accident? are they unused and were they just thrown away? you’ll never know.
It all started when my tire popped. I had no idea how to fix it, but the cute guy in the car next to me did. And he just happened to have a spare. Lucky me! After he fixed it, of course we began to talk. And then he gave me his number. Which, being myself, I lost on the street. But I did have it at one point!
my car has tires. it gets me places. but sometimes i wish it could take me farther. i want to go so many places, but i can’t. i can’t always go where i want to. but i know if i ever had too, my car has tires and i could get there….somewhere…with my tires…. <3
i really like tires.
The way they grind over little stone trails, or the way they slip on frosty cold mornings.
I dont even have a car yet, but what 15 year old does? Hitching rides from my older brother seems to be my life, nowadays. One day i’ll have my own vehicle. A motorcycle most probably. A purple, sleek, sexy motorcycle.
I woke up to the rushing sound of tires speeding on the back tar next to me. I was lying on the side of the interstate in a piddle of mud. It was daytime when i blacked out and I had no idea how long I was there…. or even how I got there. But I knew I had to gt away.
Exhaustion.
Lethargy.
Her muscles were dead, her will broken.
Dishes lay about the fetid water of the sink –
Clothes scattered haphazardly amongst the crumb-ridden floor –
Dreamless sleep was her only escape.
Taking you to unimaginable places. Into your secret fairy tale adventure. Having no endings, only new beginnings.. always a new start, always there to take you somewhere.
I guess they are round and i can’t tell when my tires are low because my cars monitor is broken. they are black and its a little boring to talk about tires. they smell when they burn from stopping.
The tires of life often change. Sometimes you’re up, sometimes you’re down.
black, things that take you into unbelievable realms of existence, they pop and they leave marks but they will always take you somewhere. on a bike, car, train, plane, always somewhere no matter what. never leaving until it pops.
Within the past year I have learned a great deal about tires. I have learned how to change them, realign them and pretty much what the importance of their function is. My husband has given me the tools as a woman to know when the tire is low, and when the tire needs to be changed completely. Tires aren’t really that complex, woman shouldn’t be so afraid of them. There simply a daily function that gets you from one destination to the next.
The windows, were down, the sunroof was down. Music was thrillingly loud. My best friend sat next to me, singing. I’d never felt this free. It started raining. and we let the rain kiss our skin.
I’m tired of being abused by narcoleptic spinsters, misanthropes, sex addicts and rabnacious junkateers. I won’t be your spinning rubber carriage no more you scum tongued wiretappers!
Tires. They’re what keep a person moving. Even an object as heavy as a car can be moved with four simple wheels. They’re usually made of rubber, though they may have been made of wood at some point. They have rolling friction, as opposed to static friction
sam never tires of talking about tires. he always loves to watch them roll around and do fucked up shit like that… making tire swings, stealing them off bikes, happily painting them and setting them up for obstacle courses, but his favourite tire has always been the spare tire, and the way it sits on the back of a vnitage car.
tires. wow, where do I begin? You’ve taught me so much within the past three years. I heard so many great, but terrible, things you had done. But it wasn’t until I personally met you at the age of 16 that things really began to accelerate.
I think I have flat.
My car is weak
and rumbles at each stop.
I pull over and I see
— Nothing.
I continue driving
and the car rumps and bumps.
I hear a whistling noises
and the car rumps and bumps.
Their is a nail in my tire.
And now, it’s flat.
The tires squealed as the car pulled away from the curb, trailing smoke and the smell of burning rubber. Luke downshifted and
I had a flat tire once. Once, I busted my tire and I was pissed. But, I didn’t know it had busted until I had somewhere to be. Dad was soooo mad. Shawn just bought 2 new tires recently. Tires are very expensive. It’s such a shame. I might need new tires soon. I like Pirellis.
Tires turn because they come in contact with the ground or do they turn because the ground is pushing them and making them spin. Answers like these are ones we will all try to answer, but we will honestly never know.
I think about the time Mike cut up tires and used them for bands in the pool. They restricted our feet so we couldn’t kick. Everyone HATED bands. They literally made your feet sink, and you felt like you were dying. I always wondered where he got the old tires from. I have an image in my brain of him trolling used car lots.
Tires are what keep cars going. For a person, his/her tires are his/her family, friends, and aim for self satisfaction. Those are what keeps us moving.
my tires gave out on me as I drove in the wilderness. It was like a scene straight out of a horror movie. I was so the defenseless chick that was going to die. Why didn’t I catch a ride with Lance when I had the chance. Oh wait I know why, my stupid pride got in the way as always.
tires get me places. i go from school to home to school to the grocery store to my friend’s apartment where we laugh and drink and talk and lay on the floor after eating her delicious meatloaf.
Through the pouring rain and searing pain and screaming Jensen thought that he could hear the sound of tires on wet pavement tearing through the air.
“Oh, man, what’s next?” Jensen thought as his pain reached an apex amidst the blinding heat and rain.
tires are on cars. Cars go fast. Red cars go faster but then again black cars go faster than red ones. I want a green car. Or a black one so you don’t notice that it’s dirty. Or maybe I don’t want a car at all, maybe I should get a bike. Would be better for me AND the environment.
tires, one tires easily when one spends hours shopping, particularly in a crowded mall. the tires of the car are very important and need to be well taken care of and fully looked after. blah blah blah. I cannot think of much more to say except that there are a great variety of tire brands available and one must shop around before purchasing.
Tires spin against black pavement like a cycle or a circle. It faces tribulations like a nail or a rock. It can get flat just like we can. But there is one easy way to fix it: inflate it.
She tires. Our bodies, deserts of disavowed drives. “It’s been a long day, killing time. A long day.”
Tires? Really? Tires? huh, well okay, tires. Tires are…. black and have patterns. Oh! ONe time I was just surfin the web and I came across an article about people makeing art out of tires and it wasen’t like OMG TIRES THAT IS SO COOL ART!!!!!!!! BUt it was still cool. O hi, Tires… tires are on cars… hijacking tires is what Max does best if you know who I’m talking about, most of you (if anyone is reading this, which is doubtful…but whatevs) probs don’tkknow who Max is but she’s in a booko that I like, and boy do I like books. It’s actually kid of scary how musch I like them. I want a huge library in my house with soaring ceilings and that beautiful smell you sniff when you get a new book. I wonder how much time I have left…time’s up! WHat oh nevermind! I didn’t fill out the thing! CRAP!! AHH VWHAT DO I DO!!! AHh dkfslgik, okay tires, are black, cats are black, I just wartched practical magic with my friend Gianna, I’m watching Alladin right now, DONE!
I think my tires, are my legs. I peel out everywhere I go.
are the bestest thing about a car. they are round, luscious, black, dependable. almighty.yeah. they are all mine! cant leave without them and cant stay without them. love em all day baby!
It was at the end of the game, when everyone is going out to their cars that you kissed me. My heart skipped a beat and you walked me to your car. I loved every moment of that night, even when we drove your front tire got a hole in it. As we stood in the cold waiting for your stepdad to show up to help us, you never released me from your warm embrace. All I could think about was how gorgeous you looked. He showed up and you two fixed it. He gave me hug and you gave me a ride back to my aunt’s house. I will always remember that night your tire popped.
Morgana scowled at her tires. Someone had pierced holes into them, and she was not happy. “Merlin!” she called out. He poked his head out. “Yeah, Morgana?” he asked, wiping his hands with a paper towel. “I need new tires.”
Are on cars. Once upon a time I was driving home and it fell off my car. I was so upset that I couldn’t concentrate on changing it, so I went to the nearest convienience store and bought a candy bar. A snickers. It was delicious!
The tires screeched as Morgana brought the car to a stop. Merlin clasped his face gratefully. “I’m alive!” he exclaimed. Morgana jumped out of the car and examined her tires.
“Shit!” she cursed. “The tires are all worn out!”
Merlin peered out. “Well, Morgana, that’s what you get when you drive too bloody fast,” he commented, grinning goofily at her, thankful for being alive.
The squeal of tires led her outside. Through a cloud of rubber smoke she saw a black V8 speed up the road and around the corner. The black tire tracks wove across the road like twin snakes.
screeching. I need snow tires. they’re gonna skid and im going to spiral into a spinning cycle of doom in the snow and i really don’t want to do that. I like the tire that ran around and killed people. Global warming commentary or something. It killed a bunny. not that tires havent killed bunnies before…
cars. t
The tire was flat. We were 50,000 miles away from home. That’s when it all went wrong. Creatures fled out of every nook and cranny of the forest. Lions and Tigers and Bears, OH MY! Gildos and Mokus and Friggers! This was it. Will we survive?
on the side of the interstate you can see garbage, cigarettes, and even tires. you can wonder about where the tires have been and how they got to be lying there on the side of the road. was there an accident? are they unused and were they just thrown away? you’ll never know.
It all started when my tire popped. I had no idea how to fix it, but the cute guy in the car next to me did. And he just happened to have a spare. Lucky me! After he fixed it, of course we began to talk. And then he gave me his number. Which, being myself, I lost on the street. But I did have it at one point!