Scalps are disgusting. It makes me itch just hearing, and or seeing the word scalp. I think of scabs. And old ladies with itchy wigs. Okay I’m done with this subject.
I rubbed my scalp and picked out the minuscule things in there. They’d never bothered me. I always itched on my head. But apparently I wouldn’t be allowed to board this ship even in the shabbiest quarters with these little critters living in my hair. Something must be done.
They took their families, their wives, their loves, their youth. They took their heads as war medals. They took their humanity. They scalped them to shame them.
I’m very nervous; I don’t know what to do say. “Uhm, hi, how are you?” I just don’t know what to say. My scalp hurts from all the nervous scratching I’m doing. I haven’t even walked up to him, and I’m already nervous.
His dry scalp just kept flaking like little pieces of snow. It sprinkled all over the desk, leaving it for the next person to sit down in the disgusting mess. Lice would be worse, but dandruff isn’t that much better.
The scalp dripped blood onto the pavement below. He clenched the dirty black strands in his fist, the other hand still clutching his knife. The smell of death rose up from the ground and engulfed him.
My scalp burns as she rips the hair off my head, tearing it out from the roots. Her screams are no longer decipherable, and now I’m fighting back mostly to keep myself alive. I don’t care about Mathew anymore. He means nothing to me as my instincts kick in and I fight for my life.
Indians used to scalp people back in the day. They would basically scrape all the hair off of your hair. I think it killed you also. Scalp is also part of your head where your hair is.
he ripped the last piece of his hair out by the scalp.
“There:, said johnny. “That’s the last sign of my healthy life”.
It had been two months since his diagnoses.
We all knew it wasn’t going well even though he pretended to be strong.
“Who needs hair anyway, huh?All it does is get dirty”. He laughs.
For the first time in a long time I see him smile.
Jake was in love with Matt, but the thought of saying so made his scalp tingle. So Jake kept his mouth shut and kept his hat on, and didn’t say anything when Matt got to the altar. When Matt kissed the bride, Jake’s hair stood on end
My hair grows out of my scalp. It has gotten very long. Shampoo will clean the scalp, but an excess use of it will cause dryness. One time I was at the beach and i got sunburned really bad. Unfortunately the worst of it was on my scalp.
scalp is a medical tool used for cutting flesh. it is painful when awake if the cut is deep. hopeful no one is awake when a scalp is being used on their body.
Reminds me of the Indians and how they used to scalp people as a execution. Must of hurt pretty bad. Also if you dont wash it it gets itchy and no ones likes to be itchy.
Bam Bam Bam
I’m still not tired
Bam Bam Bam
I can keep going all night
Bam Bam Bam
Adrenaline fills my blood
Bam Bam Bam
The scalp is already open
Its just a flesh wound
Bam Bam Bam
Its no longer squirming
Bam Bam Bam
The blood hits my t-shirt
It’ll be difficult to clean it
Bam Bam Bam
Best night of my life
It is on your head and it gets itchy if you dont wash it ever now and then. Reminds me of the Indians because they used to scalp people. Not a good thing to be scalped…
A shaved scalp was a scary thing. To Jane it looked like a deforested patch of earth. She tried not to look at the monk ahead of her, and clutched at her own waist-length brown, wavy hair.
Makes me think of confusion and wonder. It reminds me of someone scratching their head because they are confused. I think about someone really trying to think hard and discover a solution to their problem they may have.
there are lots of things that scalp brings to mind. Indians of course. but more so, the top of things. Where all the information interacts with the inside of us but that we don’t pay attention to. We wash it out with shampoo. We think it’s dirty. We expunge the daily world from our scalp because we can’t process it. We can’t deal with it. And yet it’s in that stuff in the scalp from which the greatest ideas come.
he held her face in his hands while he kissed her. his fingers touched her scalp and she shuddered. he backed off and looked down. “i’m sorry” he turned away and left.
Well when i hear the word scalp, the first thing that comes to mind is a surgeon using a tool to cut open someone’s head to perform surgery or what have you. With further thought, I begin to think about bald people and their shiny scalps. Also, 60 seconds is not long enough to let out all of my thoughts…
It hurt, it was scary how much it hurt. Tears leaked from Elysa’s eye as she fruitlessly scrubbed at her scalp with her loofah. She had no idea what had been in that shampoo her brother had given her, but she knew it was something nasty, and she fully intended to pay him back for it. She wiped her eyes and sniffled.
I was at the beach and the sun was shining brightly. I didn’t wear a hat and I burnt my scalp. this made it itchy, and it started peelikng. there were white flakes getting in my hair and it looked like I had dandruff. my scalp wouldn’t stop itching. I was so embarrassed. I really wish I had worn a hat
scalp. I think of a head. I don’t particularly like the word scalp. It makes me think of a dead person and they are having an autopsy on their body examining their scalp. hair comes from your scalp. It grows long and flowing.
My scalp itched like mad. A family of lice had taken up residence the very day I arrived in the dugout, and they’d been increasing in number ever since.
No matter what we tried – powder, dripping candle wax, even sticking our heads in water – nothing worked.
Blood began to run down his scalp, caught by his eyebrows. “Hey when did I get this,” Clide wondered; but it was too late, he began to feel dizzy, his vision started to blur but somehow he could see a beautiful white light that made him feel golden inside. He collapsed to the ground searching for the light in a dream he would never awaken from.
i think of someones head. I think of flakiness. Also uncleanliness. I think of hair. I think of my own hair and the the things i have to do to maintain it to be healthy. I think of good smelling conditioners for the hair.
Scalps are disgusting. It makes me itch just hearing, and or seeing the word scalp. I think of scabs. And old ladies with itchy wigs. Okay I’m done with this subject.
I rubbed my scalp and picked out the minuscule things in there. They’d never bothered me. I always itched on my head. But apparently I wouldn’t be allowed to board this ship even in the shabbiest quarters with these little critters living in my hair. Something must be done.
I scratched my scalp as I wondered; Was the fiery night sky just a figment of my bold imagination or was I really there in the present moment?
My scalp is void of any hair. It is clean, beautiful. Cancerous.
I walk outside, wondering when death will take me, seeing all these people.
Alive. I die.
When it begins to tingle I think my brain is oozing out. It wants to get away from the scary thoughts my ears and eyes are writing in bold letters.
They took their families, their wives, their loves, their youth. They took their heads as war medals. They took their humanity. They scalped them to shame them.
this is the the top of someones head where their hair grows. i don’t know what else to say about this word.
I’m very nervous; I don’t know what to do say. “Uhm, hi, how are you?” I just don’t know what to say. My scalp hurts from all the nervous scratching I’m doing. I haven’t even walked up to him, and I’m already nervous.
His dry scalp just kept flaking like little pieces of snow. It sprinkled all over the desk, leaving it for the next person to sit down in the disgusting mess. Lice would be worse, but dandruff isn’t that much better.
The scalp dripped blood onto the pavement below. He clenched the dirty black strands in his fist, the other hand still clutching his knife. The smell of death rose up from the ground and engulfed him.
My scalp burns as she rips the hair off my head, tearing it out from the roots. Her screams are no longer decipherable, and now I’m fighting back mostly to keep myself alive. I don’t care about Mathew anymore. He means nothing to me as my instincts kick in and I fight for my life.
Indians used to scalp people back in the day. They would basically scrape all the hair off of your hair. I think it killed you also. Scalp is also part of your head where your hair is.
“Listen here bitch, if you don’t tell me where the million ryo pot is at, I’ll scalp your pretty little head and dig for the answer myself.”
he ripped the last piece of his hair out by the scalp.
“There:, said johnny. “That’s the last sign of my healthy life”.
It had been two months since his diagnoses.
We all knew it wasn’t going well even though he pretended to be strong.
“Who needs hair anyway, huh?All it does is get dirty”. He laughs.
For the first time in a long time I see him smile.
Jake was in love with Matt, but the thought of saying so made his scalp tingle. So Jake kept his mouth shut and kept his hat on, and didn’t say anything when Matt got to the altar. When Matt kissed the bride, Jake’s hair stood on end
My hair grows out of my scalp. It has gotten very long. Shampoo will clean the scalp, but an excess use of it will cause dryness. One time I was at the beach and i got sunburned really bad. Unfortunately the worst of it was on my scalp.
scalp is a medical tool used for cutting flesh. it is painful when awake if the cut is deep. hopeful no one is awake when a scalp is being used on their body.
Reminds me of the Indians and how they used to scalp people as a execution. Must of hurt pretty bad. Also if you dont wash it it gets itchy and no ones likes to be itchy.
Bam Bam Bam
I’m still not tired
Bam Bam Bam
I can keep going all night
Bam Bam Bam
Adrenaline fills my blood
Bam Bam Bam
The scalp is already open
Its just a flesh wound
Bam Bam Bam
Its no longer squirming
Bam Bam Bam
The blood hits my t-shirt
It’ll be difficult to clean it
Bam Bam Bam
Best night of my life
It is on your head and it gets itchy if you dont wash it ever now and then. Reminds me of the Indians because they used to scalp people. Not a good thing to be scalped…
The scalp is an interesting body part located on the top of your head. It holds people’s hair i think.
skull cracks, fissures align
along the nape of neck
scars adorn
the sockets depth
cannot be fathomed
by the humourless morn
serial killer, head, hair, blonde, girls, boys, people, animals,
I heard about this guy in the hospital and he got his head scalped from a motorcycle accident
A shaved scalp was a scary thing. To Jane it looked like a deforested patch of earth. She tried not to look at the monk ahead of her, and clutched at her own waist-length brown, wavy hair.
Makes me think of confusion and wonder. It reminds me of someone scratching their head because they are confused. I think about someone really trying to think hard and discover a solution to their problem they may have.
there are lots of things that scalp brings to mind. Indians of course. but more so, the top of things. Where all the information interacts with the inside of us but that we don’t pay attention to. We wash it out with shampoo. We think it’s dirty. We expunge the daily world from our scalp because we can’t process it. We can’t deal with it. And yet it’s in that stuff in the scalp from which the greatest ideas come.
he held her face in his hands while he kissed her. his fingers touched her scalp and she shuddered. he backed off and looked down. “i’m sorry” he turned away and left.
Well when i hear the word scalp, the first thing that comes to mind is a surgeon using a tool to cut open someone’s head to perform surgery or what have you. With further thought, I begin to think about bald people and their shiny scalps. Also, 60 seconds is not long enough to let out all of my thoughts…
My Scalp always itches when I’m nervous. It is almost like something i cant cure. The word scalp makes me want to puke. it s
It hurt, it was scary how much it hurt. Tears leaked from Elysa’s eye as she fruitlessly scrubbed at her scalp with her loofah. She had no idea what had been in that shampoo her brother had given her, but she knew it was something nasty, and she fully intended to pay him back for it. She wiped her eyes and sniffled.
I was at the beach and the sun was shining brightly. I didn’t wear a hat and I burnt my scalp. this made it itchy, and it started peelikng. there were white flakes getting in my hair and it looked like I had dandruff. my scalp wouldn’t stop itching. I was so embarrassed. I really wish I had worn a hat
The scalp was red with blood. She couldn’t look at it. a hit like that to the head was enough to kill anyone. and she had killed him.
scalp
itchy scalp
ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
lice!
gross.
bugs.
DEE-sgusting!
blech.
you is gross,
scalp.
scalp. I think of a head. I don’t particularly like the word scalp. It makes me think of a dead person and they are having an autopsy on their body examining their scalp. hair comes from your scalp. It grows long and flowing.
My scalp itched like mad. A family of lice had taken up residence the very day I arrived in the dugout, and they’d been increasing in number ever since.
No matter what we tried – powder, dripping candle wax, even sticking our heads in water – nothing worked.
Blood began to run down his scalp, caught by his eyebrows. “Hey when did I get this,” Clide wondered; but it was too late, he began to feel dizzy, his vision started to blur but somehow he could see a beautiful white light that made him feel golden inside. He collapsed to the ground searching for the light in a dream he would never awaken from.
i think of someones head. I think of flakiness. Also uncleanliness. I think of hair. I think of my own hair and the the things i have to do to maintain it to be healthy. I think of good smelling conditioners for the hair.
It all fell out of her scalp as silent and soft as snow falling out of a cloud.
i think of indians and about the top of my head. its somewhat of a strange word to use and it has sort of a negative connotation to it.