Clones would be creepy, but visually they would be striking. Think about the crazy physical installations we could create with like 100 of the same person. Terrifying, but also amazing.
If you draw something, you damn well better give it some words. A label, a thought, an observation. Something. No Drawing should stand alone, because it's not really fair to them. Think about how awkward you'd feel standing around solo and no one knows you, or why you're there. Shame on you for leaving them with a bare back! Fix your frick up!
Everyone deserves to have one of their own, right? Well, not everyone has the money to get a writer to sit down and hear about their life story which is probably not that exciting if you didn't live it yourself. This is the very reason I strongly believe everyone should just write a Biography. Even if you're a shitty writer, I have this theory that when people tell their own stories, they have an angle of attack that couldn't be established any other way. No excuses, write your own story.
Water is an important factor in terms of reaching peak happiness. You might think coffee alone can propel you into a smiley day, but that is simply not the case. Everyone knows were pretty much just a walking piece of citrus fruit without the sweetness; cells full of liquid, somehow being contained. Do I understand it? Hell no. Do I accept and embrace it? Hell ya. Sip some cloud pee, people, you'll be better for it.
Every day is a battle, when it comes to words. Deep in the trenches, a man sits trembling, breath heavy and hot. The darkest blood-spatter lay, as if precisely placed, on paper consumed by ink and hand. The story had only been half written, but the soldier's sight reached much shorter than expected. While sounds flew past his head, he struggled to load his weapon, leaving him at far greater risk of failure. Somehow, the soldier instinctively knew what lay ahead, and the successes that would be. So, in that moment, he went forth.
...clothes, shoes, brews, and a solid crew to kick it with and I will be a happy man. When you've been deprived of copping new gear for an extended period of time simply because you're keeping your paycheck in check, the not-so-subtle itch to buy, buy, buy, begins to reach your soul. My soul is itchy, people.
Kool-aid Jammers were the shit. I'm really not sure if they're still around, or if they even should be, but those were real AF. Remember on hot summer days when you would poke one of those yellow straws into that oddly shaped plastic drink bag and fall into complete and udder bliss. CapriSun did it first, for sure, but nothing beats Kool-aid, so take that however you want.
Theres MF, Mega, Video game, Super-villain, Impending. So many varying types and faces to a word that didn't have much ownership until the world began to reform and reshape how it saw good and evil.
The land of Milk and Honey is old news. Nature Valley knows the future, and the future is granola. Granola AS FUCK. I'm talkin' Oregon Farm-raised, Organic, Free-range, Non GMO, BPA free, granola. If there was a festival to celebrate this bar, it would be Granola Fest 2018 and it would be Lit. Everyone would be naked, sporadically dancing like hippies in the sun, with absolutely no reservations. Bet you didn't know Nature Valley packed such a punch, huh?!
Don't you love learning about graphics cards? How about writing about them? I just can't get enough of those GRAPHICS!!!!!! On the real though, I downloaded and attempted to play Fortnite on my Macbook. Complete failure on account of the shitty graphics card. I guess they're actually important. Who woulda known?!
Someday the house my family sleeps in will be adorned in rare chandeliers. They will have infinite crystals, and looking away will not be an option. People will sit around the dinner table silently, simply because they are wide eyed, as if mesmerized, sucked deep into the gleaming light of the crystal chandelier.
Is it a name or does it stand for "maximum?" I always struggle with this question. Are they Air Maximums or are they Air for a guy named Max? Who has the answer? Not I.
The real problem with their commercials is that grabbing a snickers is not so easy as previously thought. First, there must be a snickers in your presence. Second, the temperature must be ideal. Too cold and your just physically uncomfortable, too hot and the bar feels like an overripened banana.
When the pantry is stocked and the cold brew is flowing there are very few complaints to be had, if any at all.
I like making it, I like eating it, I even like smelling it. There are so many types and styles. If its a carb, you can probably make bread out of it. All time favorite: San Francisco Sourdough. BBQ favorite: Potato buns. You don't have to eat it, but you still gotta love it.
Shawns kind of piss me off. I couldnt tell you why, I just feel like Shawns are frosted tip, raspy bro voiced, public "ayyy fuck you Greg!" typa guys.
When I think Jimothy, I think "Jim from The Office." It's the combination of Timothy, a very tender, childish name, and Jim, a very bland, workplace dweller type of name. When combined, much like the Powerpuff girls, they create something intriguing, a name that demands attention. Jimothy may be the future of baby names.
Oranges. Carrots. Pineapple. Guava. Lemons & Limes, but never solo. Far to sour. I like sweet. Ripe or nothing at all. Yurp.
What a name. Pompous with perfect salon hair. The man shaves his face every day, only drinks Perrier, and treats everyone like an intern. No one likes a Remington.
Easy, breezy, cover... your body in linen! When there's a summer breeze, linen is the key. Anywhere that's hot just creates a need for more and more linen, which is not at all a bad thing. One of the best fabrics around, no ifs, ands, or buts.