Why are barriers put at a hieght that someone might try jumping over when they're in a hurry? All barriers/fences/ walls etc. should extend ten feet into the air, it would make the world a safer place.
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Why are barriers put at a hieght that someone might try jumping over when they're in a hurry? All barriers/fences/ walls etc. should extend ten feet into the air, it would make the world a safer place.
Why are there so many rude people in this world? Have the masses completely forgotten their manners?
Now this is truly vile, brearth-takingly ugly and wonderfully inept art.Quote:
Originally Posted by emily655321
Lovely.
that clown would terrify me at night, rather like Mr. Marbles, the marionette on Seinfeld.
Chips and queso is not at all a healthy choice for breakfast and yet it just calls to my hungry bone in such an evil way. It's almost lunch-time anyway, so there.!
If modern art is all about shocking or provoking an audience, then maybe the cartoons of Jyllands Posten are some of the greatest works of modern art in the 21st century?
Yeah, but by that logic, so would be the "works" of "artists" who do things like **** in the middle of a room and stick a price tag on it.
well coz then people would go under them and to be honest that wouldnt make a very good barrier. nd peeps wont make like solid ones coz that would be way more expensive nd well sum peeps r cheapskates . . . lol. thats wot my logic says anywayQuote:
Originally Posted by kilted exile
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Originally Posted by mingdamerciless
Yes, but the hieght they are at leads to people like me hurdling over them in an effort to save time from walking around. And as a result tripping and wrecking my ankle
Sometimes I hate myself; sometimes I hate the world; sometimes I hate being with you; sometimes I hate looking at you;, but all the time I know that what sometimes I hate are the things that all time I love.
zomgwtfbbq. about thirteen minutes ago, a mysterious melody started playing inside my head. i couldn't get it out, so i took out one of my poems, incorporate the words into the mysterious background music, and baraboom i think i just wrote a song. the only thing i regret is that my old poem is cliched and that the melody resembles something ryan cabrera would come up with. ah well.
His and mine souls are the same. My love for Edgar is like those of falling leaves but my love for Heathcliff is like those of solid rocks - Catherine Earnshaw.
Coming home this morning, I met a pretty girl walking on the street. How beautifull she is! I thought. But what makes her look beautiful in my eyes? Would she look beautiful in the eyes of another person? If so, what is beauty then? If I talked to her, would she still be beautiful in my eyes? If no, what makes me change my opinion? So, I'm sitting here reflecting on what beauty is. Does the outside reflects the inside? There are some plants that look beautiful but are dangerous. I like lions but they may kill me. There I thought of some people, not beautiful but kind, helpful, and lovely to be with. They always make me lough and I enjoy being with them. Then I wondered, those are like medecine, tasting bad but there deeds are healing. And it came again, Does the outside reflects the inside? And what is beauty then?
This is an incredible waste of bandwidth. :D