10 Search Results for "large"

March 28, 2004

put a smile on and wear it large.

February 19, 2010

i'm not sure if i have an abnormally large forehead or if i'm just not used to seeing it.

February 7, 2002

the world is large...there is much outside of the U.S. go find some goodness.

January 31, 2010

ain't got no girls n' spaghetti.

social norms are an incredibly large inconvenience.

April 16, 2012

A road trip is love's true test.

You're never going to get away from that.

Everybody sing along now... R-E-G-R-E-T.

Honestly, if we're not on the same page, I think we're only off by a copule in this really large book, and I think that is something that can be worked out.

August 13, 2007

i believe, and greatly fear, that my large red duffle bag that has been with me for many months is starting to smell like a hockey bag, and believe me i know what a hockey bag smells like.

July 17, 2004

hazards of procrastination, i'll handle that topic later.

throughout time i become, become, become. through and through this golden road. i will never be done. the sum is not too large and never will be, only growing, with the eyes one will see. time is young and bodies are old, life's the perfect balance of fragile and strong.

April 12, 2003

stretch. stretch your fears. streatch your body. stretch your hand. stretch out to people.

baseball caps. every difference possible. do whites and blacks intentionally set themselves apart from each other? who knows. but i was thinking about baseball caps. whites where caps backwards. a lot of them have a large curve on the brim. a lot of them are faded and dirty and ripped. in fact most of them look like these charateristics. yet blacks where baseball claps that are brand new and crisp. even with the tags on them. they where them loose and keep the bill completely straight. they usually where theirs forward with a little cork to one side or the other. they're completely different. ridiculous. props to two kids in my astronomy class. the white kid who wear's the "black cap" and the black kid who where's the "whie cap".

June 20, 2004

a college professor took one large clear jar, and while in class, filled it to the top with golf balls. he asked the class if that jar was full, they replied, "yes." then he poored some pebbles in the jar and shook it up some more utnil he couldn't put any more pebbles in. once again he asked the class if the jar was full, they replied, yes. then he grabbed some sand and poored that into the jar and shook it around and poored more until he could no longer put any more sand in the jar. this time the class was convinced the jar was full. until he pulled out two cups of coffee, and poored those in the jar, they fit as well. there is always room in life to take time with a friend for two cups of coffee...and then some.

July 31, 2003

i'm left here, just body, mind, and heart. my soul and spirit have been torn out of me. so the rest, body, heart, and mind are merely left to suffer. perhaps my soul is already in God's hands. and when i sleep i'll dream of it and be at home. this summer everything has been falling down on me. I feel like i'm in the basement of a building that's about to collapse. nobody knows i'm there. i'm trapped. everyone is on the outside watching it come down piece after piece. little do they know is that there's a living being trapped at the bottom. and then this most unfortunate accident. the building crashes down. at some point the building had to come down. i'm buried. soon everyone will be walking away. days later they will come clean the mess. they will come across my dead body. they will now be in shock, in sorrow. this is what it takes. i was telling and screaming for help but nobody was listening. or, perhaps they will never come across my dead body. they will all go on in their lives. they will forget about the life that was once known as bugsy. they will never know the passion and love i had. i'll be a forgotten soul. out of God's beauty and love someday when my lover is old and frail...wrinkles, white hair, slow, fragile...she will be walking to the old stomping grounds, there will be this large red rose growing in the center of it. that was the soul everyone forgot about. the one who died. maybe then through God's grace that will be a chance that i'm remembered. so here i am today. trapped. will anyone hear my voice? will anyone step close to me? will anyone?

i'm in a gas chamber dying. will anyone come turn off the gas? will anyone go out of their way? i cannot turn off the gas, but there is a gun in the room. the pain and suffering will only increase. how long can i wait for someont to hear me? how much longer can i bare these pains. there's the gun, it could be over like that. i refuse to use it. i will suffer until my death. painfully weaping for someone to turn off that gas...or else...i will die. is anyone there? does anyone see my suffering.? anyone?

i'm in a concealed room and the water is rising. ...anyone?

push him out of the circle. he is worthless. let him wither away and die. let him suffer. we don't care about him. we don't care about his love. we don't care about his life. don't let him in. we hear you. but we don't care. the sooner you're gone the better.