A man with a big black briefcase sat down heavily in the back booth, the one in the corner. He flipped his cell phone out of his pocket and began talking rapidly into it. He talked about bull and bears and sells and buys and crashes. But mostly he talked about despair.
Tom Randolph
It was immensely easy to trade away my responsibilities. I’m afraid I must reveal the prolonged uncovered truth; I feel no obligation towards anyone. I find each and every human being a pest to be rid of.
Everyone has a trade, maybe the like doing what they chose, maybe they don’t. In the end everyone ends up either feeling happy or disappointed with themselves for what they chose to do in life, it is special to find what you like to do first off.
The tools of mine are under my finger, as for so many of us todays. I trade in trading tools, with the tools of my trade being treaded upon by my once-agile fingers; now rusty with age and indolence and complacency.
I trade for the bad guys.
i like to trade thoughts with different people. doesnt have to be thoughts, it can be ideas, stories or what happened that made an impact on you as a person. it helps you cconnect with the other person and also compare how different everyones lives and mindsets and viewpoints are.
Yi Youn
trade of the day is trading pics of your genitalia online.
we’re on! — the shout came back up the hill — they’ll take us all the way! — all the way eh? – I’d hoped the rain and cold had dampened her enthusiasm – but we were in for the long haul – I’m up for it – I yelled back – false enthusiasm sounding tinny in my ears – and the mountain echoes laughed
I followed my mother’s trade said Auntie Diane, in a phrase that betrayed her age where her startlingly youthful appearance did not. So proud of their City and Guilds, and rightly so. She was an embroiderer. I saw in my mind skeins in rich, Edwardian tones, mustard yellow, petrol blue and olive, soft silk sheen draped over the arm of the chair by a hissing gas fire in a little flat in Mayfair. I am transported to the sixties, my grandmother stitching, my aunt brushing her beige suede mini skirt with a little rubber brush, me lying on a hearth rug with Wiggie the budgie walking on my stomach.
As a young one, I had pokemon cards. They were the currency in primary school; I played with them, traded with them and had fights with my friends over them. They were lore, they were what made the world go ’round. In the passing years, the trend changed only a little, from Yu-Gi-Oh and whatnot, but they never meant as much. They all were compared to those few pokemon cards I had, and they always lost miserably. And always will.
Jyulin
Giving stuff for receiving stuff. Trade is always some kind of conversation, it’s dialogue in which you, both sides, have to rely on one another. That means trust is necessary for trade
Lilly
i’d like to trade love for pain, it’s hard. When I think about trade I try to remember all the things that people have given up to gain the best love ever! That’s what I would do for love, is trade some but not all things. I won’t compromise me, I will work alongside someone.
Sal
economic trade creates a substantial difficulty from economists. trading in general, however, is good. it’s like sharing. i love sharing. trading is better than money.
rob
The world trade centers were knocked down ten years ago yesterday. is it a coincidence that this is the word here today since it was part of the world that should have been here yesterday? Who knows, who are we to tell, shit we can’t tell anything, we never expected that to happen. What can happen next..
Justine
he was a trader who did not have anything to trade and he therefore had to find something of material value of which he could trade but this was a problem because his trading skills had been reduced ever since he stopped trading stocks and the likes so he could not even think of what to begin with. he then went to his garage and found just the perfect thing to trade
Cat Wizard
It seemed a fair trade at first. I have their baby, they pay for expenses and I get looked after for the first time in my life. Though I never expected what came next.
its a fair trade, its fair trade, trading desks, traders, moves faster than banking, trade show, trade maagazine, trading spaces, trade school, lunch trade bologna for pudding
Ashley
When I think about the word trade I think about being a child and the importance of trading to our livlihood. We trade snack packs for bologna and barbies for GI joes and friendship bracelets and all kinds of things that seemed to be of importance at the time. Then we grow up and realize these things really aren’t what the world is made of, or are they?
brittney
If i could trade my life with someone else, would i? If i could trade moment of my life or choices i have made, would i? It would alter where i am now, but would that be a bad thing? By trading lives or moments would i also lose the good things that i love?
She lifted her swollen, tear stained face from the pillow that she was curled up with. “I would trade so much to be able to go back in time, to act on those good intentions, to fix those ‘unimportant’ mistakes, to swallow my pride,” Samantha whispered weakly to the air. These sins and failures stabbed at her heart constantly like fierce little knives.
I traded my silver purse for a glamourous, elegant pair of high heels. it was the best decision i have ever made.
Alisha Parekh
The business of trade was difficult for Teresa. She knew all the ins and out, but it was her personal connection with clients that was difficult. She could never quite manage to make them like her. It wasn’t as if she were an unlikeable person. She had many friends, but with them it was only pleasure and never business, never trade. With them, she could be relaxed.
Nick
If I could trade my life for someone else’s I would need to think with whom I would trade it. It would be someone whose talents were appreciated and respected by a lot of people… or at least a good number of people. It would be someone who was happy and content with their life’s accomplishments.
Jan C J Jones
an amazing movie depicting human trafficing in the us.. amazingly real life characters who bind u in.. the potrayal of a brothers’s struggle to save his sister is mesmerising.. well made..
aditya singh
Happiness is not from having everything, materially speaking. For me, I wouldn’t trade a long walk with a very dear friend that i haven’t seen for a long time.
If i were to give up everything that I have ever owned. If I were to trade it for a life started a new, would I make a better run of it knowing the things I do now? Or would I over think it all and crash and burn with the same veracity as I did the first time.
zach
what would you trade for something so valuable to you? what kind of thoughts must go through your head in order to make a trade for something? how can you determine what a good trade is? what is a reasonable trade for one person?
Trade, to me, means giving an item in return for one. not borrowing, not loaning, but to give and own.
Mariah
sometimes i think about how nice it would be to have a working pancreas or immune system but in all honesty I wouldn’t trade my physical problems for all of my other family members mental problems.
this reminds me of baseball. and also the wayne gretzky trade in 1987. 1988?> what a crazy trade that was. it ruined the shit out of two franchises. so sick. it also reminds me of trade winds. i dont know what those are to be 100% honest, but I got into College anyway. when i was a kid i wished somebody would trade me oreos or something for my shitty fruits/vegetables
Andrew
If you give me this, I will give you that.
i work as a bike delivery person. that is my trade. right now i work so much that i don’t have a lot of free time, but I’m saving up money. that is also my trade.
would i really give anything to be with her? i think so. she’s worth it. i know.
austin
the traveling trade of the days was remarkable. A total malfunction of the storage device that people had utilized before the dawn of this, trade. It made the grade. It was a charade, you gave me something which I perceive value in, for something you perceive value in.
Duke Jupiter
i trade clothes with other people when i don’t like mine anymore. sometimes i think of when people trade stocks too but i am too dumb to understand how that works. I hate that i cannot spell very well. I wish i was smart enough to know how to trade stocks.
Leah
the orld trade center and all things pretty words are wrong pillows mjumble sleep i dont know jamws danse desk happy unhappy giRandy Shi
e take wow elephant joy keep love me so much joy nimbers not thinking wow i see cool awsome im writing kick flip grind random words okay see under a rock
samantha
Trade a spade and a great grenade said the little man. His coat checkered and swying in the wind. The cliff was approaching fast infront of us and we slipped. We fell and cheered. All was happy happy joy joy and we lived happily ever after in our oblivion of love and falling and balling and crawling and dolling up our already gorgeous faces; we are best friends now, falling buddies, we sing sometimes too.
Nicole
I would like to trade away a fish somedays and recieve something better. Like a sunny day or some clouds in the great blue sky, down would come my letter, a written letter warning me to find my grounding. It’s bounding now, towards my body that sways in the
Nicole
I’d trade my soul for your heart. I wouldn’t, but I say that because I might love you. I could die for you, perhaps. Who knows? You’re amazing. You have perfect hair, and every time I touch you, I just want to touch you more and for you to touch me and hold me. And kiss me. Please? Once. Or twice.
strawberrythyme
omg…trade…we’re learning about that in history or at least we did last week about the triangular trade or something…trade…it was one of those things that counted as money back in the days when money wasn’t invented…like trading fruits for like…idk…other fruits?
Hina
Hmmm….I really wanted to have that necklace casey was wearing, but it wasn’t mine.
“Tradesies?” she asked, pointing to my straw hat.
“sure!” I replied.
Oh childhood, where our biggest problems can be solved with the simple word “Tradesies”…..
A man with a big black briefcase sat down heavily in the back booth, the one in the corner. He flipped his cell phone out of his pocket and began talking rapidly into it. He talked about bull and bears and sells and buys and crashes. But mostly he talked about despair.
It was immensely easy to trade away my responsibilities. I’m afraid I must reveal the prolonged uncovered truth; I feel no obligation towards anyone. I find each and every human being a pest to be rid of.
Everyone has a trade, maybe the like doing what they chose, maybe they don’t. In the end everyone ends up either feeling happy or disappointed with themselves for what they chose to do in life, it is special to find what you like to do first off.
plying their trade
The tools of mine are under my finger, as for so many of us todays. I trade in trading tools, with the tools of my trade being treaded upon by my once-agile fingers; now rusty with age and indolence and complacency.
I trade for the bad guys.
i like to trade thoughts with different people. doesnt have to be thoughts, it can be ideas, stories or what happened that made an impact on you as a person. it helps you cconnect with the other person and also compare how different everyones lives and mindsets and viewpoints are.
trade of the day is trading pics of your genitalia online.
we’re on! — the shout came back up the hill — they’ll take us all the way! — all the way eh? – I’d hoped the rain and cold had dampened her enthusiasm – but we were in for the long haul – I’m up for it – I yelled back – false enthusiasm sounding tinny in my ears – and the mountain echoes laughed
I followed my mother’s trade said Auntie Diane, in a phrase that betrayed her age where her startlingly youthful appearance did not. So proud of their City and Guilds, and rightly so. She was an embroiderer. I saw in my mind skeins in rich, Edwardian tones, mustard yellow, petrol blue and olive, soft silk sheen draped over the arm of the chair by a hissing gas fire in a little flat in Mayfair. I am transported to the sixties, my grandmother stitching, my aunt brushing her beige suede mini skirt with a little rubber brush, me lying on a hearth rug with Wiggie the budgie walking on my stomach.
As a young one, I had pokemon cards. They were the currency in primary school; I played with them, traded with them and had fights with my friends over them. They were lore, they were what made the world go ’round. In the passing years, the trend changed only a little, from Yu-Gi-Oh and whatnot, but they never meant as much. They all were compared to those few pokemon cards I had, and they always lost miserably. And always will.
Giving stuff for receiving stuff. Trade is always some kind of conversation, it’s dialogue in which you, both sides, have to rely on one another. That means trust is necessary for trade
i’d like to trade love for pain, it’s hard. When I think about trade I try to remember all the things that people have given up to gain the best love ever! That’s what I would do for love, is trade some but not all things. I won’t compromise me, I will work alongside someone.
economic trade creates a substantial difficulty from economists. trading in general, however, is good. it’s like sharing. i love sharing. trading is better than money.
The world trade centers were knocked down ten years ago yesterday. is it a coincidence that this is the word here today since it was part of the world that should have been here yesterday? Who knows, who are we to tell, shit we can’t tell anything, we never expected that to happen. What can happen next..
he was a trader who did not have anything to trade and he therefore had to find something of material value of which he could trade but this was a problem because his trading skills had been reduced ever since he stopped trading stocks and the likes so he could not even think of what to begin with. he then went to his garage and found just the perfect thing to trade
It seemed a fair trade at first. I have their baby, they pay for expenses and I get looked after for the first time in my life. Though I never expected what came next.
its a fair trade, its fair trade, trading desks, traders, moves faster than banking, trade show, trade maagazine, trading spaces, trade school, lunch trade bologna for pudding
When I think about the word trade I think about being a child and the importance of trading to our livlihood. We trade snack packs for bologna and barbies for GI joes and friendship bracelets and all kinds of things that seemed to be of importance at the time. Then we grow up and realize these things really aren’t what the world is made of, or are they?
If i could trade my life with someone else, would i? If i could trade moment of my life or choices i have made, would i? It would alter where i am now, but would that be a bad thing? By trading lives or moments would i also lose the good things that i love?
She lifted her swollen, tear stained face from the pillow that she was curled up with. “I would trade so much to be able to go back in time, to act on those good intentions, to fix those ‘unimportant’ mistakes, to swallow my pride,” Samantha whispered weakly to the air. These sins and failures stabbed at her heart constantly like fierce little knives.
I traded my silver purse for a glamourous, elegant pair of high heels. it was the best decision i have ever made.
The business of trade was difficult for Teresa. She knew all the ins and out, but it was her personal connection with clients that was difficult. She could never quite manage to make them like her. It wasn’t as if she were an unlikeable person. She had many friends, but with them it was only pleasure and never business, never trade. With them, she could be relaxed.
If I could trade my life for someone else’s I would need to think with whom I would trade it. It would be someone whose talents were appreciated and respected by a lot of people… or at least a good number of people. It would be someone who was happy and content with their life’s accomplishments.
an amazing movie depicting human trafficing in the us.. amazingly real life characters who bind u in.. the potrayal of a brothers’s struggle to save his sister is mesmerising.. well made..
Happiness is not from having everything, materially speaking. For me, I wouldn’t trade a long walk with a very dear friend that i haven’t seen for a long time.
The trade was so quick
subtle.
Her fingers grazed mine
and as I looked up to see her face
I could already feel my hand longing for her touch again.
Then she smiled, as if she could hear
my knuckles begging.
I gave you the key and you gave me your disease
Bending the will of the world as you please
Can you tell me why you won’t let me see?
If i were to give up everything that I have ever owned. If I were to trade it for a life started a new, would I make a better run of it knowing the things I do now? Or would I over think it all and crash and burn with the same veracity as I did the first time.
what would you trade for something so valuable to you? what kind of thoughts must go through your head in order to make a trade for something? how can you determine what a good trade is? what is a reasonable trade for one person?
Trade, to me, means giving an item in return for one. not borrowing, not loaning, but to give and own.
sometimes i think about how nice it would be to have a working pancreas or immune system but in all honesty I wouldn’t trade my physical problems for all of my other family members mental problems.
this reminds me of baseball. and also the wayne gretzky trade in 1987. 1988?> what a crazy trade that was. it ruined the shit out of two franchises. so sick. it also reminds me of trade winds. i dont know what those are to be 100% honest, but I got into College anyway. when i was a kid i wished somebody would trade me oreos or something for my shitty fruits/vegetables
If you give me this, I will give you that.
i work as a bike delivery person. that is my trade. right now i work so much that i don’t have a lot of free time, but I’m saving up money. that is also my trade.
would i really give anything to be with her? i think so. she’s worth it. i know.
the traveling trade of the days was remarkable. A total malfunction of the storage device that people had utilized before the dawn of this, trade. It made the grade. It was a charade, you gave me something which I perceive value in, for something you perceive value in.
i trade clothes with other people when i don’t like mine anymore. sometimes i think of when people trade stocks too but i am too dumb to understand how that works. I hate that i cannot spell very well. I wish i was smart enough to know how to trade stocks.
the orld trade center and all things pretty words are wrong pillows mjumble sleep i dont know jamws danse desk happy unhappy giRandy Shi
e take wow elephant joy keep love me so much joy nimbers not thinking wow i see cool awsome im writing kick flip grind random words okay see under a rock
Trade a spade and a great grenade said the little man. His coat checkered and swying in the wind. The cliff was approaching fast infront of us and we slipped. We fell and cheered. All was happy happy joy joy and we lived happily ever after in our oblivion of love and falling and balling and crawling and dolling up our already gorgeous faces; we are best friends now, falling buddies, we sing sometimes too.
I would like to trade away a fish somedays and recieve something better. Like a sunny day or some clouds in the great blue sky, down would come my letter, a written letter warning me to find my grounding. It’s bounding now, towards my body that sways in the
I’d trade my soul for your heart. I wouldn’t, but I say that because I might love you. I could die for you, perhaps. Who knows? You’re amazing. You have perfect hair, and every time I touch you, I just want to touch you more and for you to touch me and hold me. And kiss me. Please? Once. Or twice.
omg…trade…we’re learning about that in history or at least we did last week about the triangular trade or something…trade…it was one of those things that counted as money back in the days when money wasn’t invented…like trading fruits for like…idk…other fruits?
Hmmm….I really wanted to have that necklace casey was wearing, but it wasn’t mine.
“Tradesies?” she asked, pointing to my straw hat.
“sure!” I replied.
Oh childhood, where our biggest problems can be solved with the simple word “Tradesies”…..