assaults are bad! criminal, sexual, violent, bad bad bad! Assault me not! That is not fun! Crazy ass assaults! Hey! Did you see what I did there? ass assaults? heheh ;) jajajaja
assaults suck. alot. especially against girls. I remember a time that a group of people was asked if they thought about being raped. all the girls raised their hands. none of the boys did. the boys looked bewildered. as if they did not realize that all girls think about this. I think about it.
There had been seven reports of assault in the city in the past three days, which was an unusually high number and warranted an explanation. So the lead detective was obligated to sit down, stare at all seven reports, and note to himself, rather incredulously, the similarities between them, the attack methods and timing and location. He quickly realized that these were all done by the same person–even more surprising, he thought, was that no one had caught on sooner, because every report accused the same man: ___
She uses her words to assault me. Hurting me over and over again. It’s torture. Physical pain would be easier to take than this. There is nothing that can compare to the way her words wound me. Nothing.
assaults on harmless people, victims of stupidity, power hungry individuals that are destroying humanity and our world. assaults are wasteful, useless acts of violence that need to be removed from the world. they have no place here.
he assaults me with a hand grenade. with his looks, his words, his feels, i wish i could cast it away, forever in that dark hole wow i sound emo. she assaults him with a hand grenade….
When I wake, the sensation breaks through the darkness, singing behind the alarm. My thoughts are scattered and numb, shadows coagulating from my dreams. The steady beat beat beating of your heart assaults my ears, my skin, my heart. These stolen moments are when I drift on the banks of an emotion beyond compassion, beyond love. All-absorbing, unconditional, devastating.
her senses felt the assaults as he touched her. she could feel him so close, she could smell his scent, she could hear his erratic breathing and she could taste him in his kisses. she never had a chance.
If it is grumpy;
If it is forced;
If you don’t like to do it;
Then, it might as well be an assault.
Go check out my office.
I’m the best lawyer in town.
I’ll help you. =)
I think assaults are wrong no matter who does them. I personally think that no human being has the right to assault another human. We are all the same and when people assault each other, they don’t even treat them like they are equal to each other.
Assaults are a fantastically perfect example of the raw essence of human nature. They are caused by any number of the dark aspects of human nature. Jealousy, lust, rage, revenge. They could be caused by any number of them, and yet they all share the same reaction. Violence.
The trickster’s hugs were less like hugs and more like assaults.
He would lay in wait, somehow managing to keep quiet enough so that if, Tobias had been less accustomed to it, Astor might have startled him when he finally saw fit to come bounding out of his hiding place, crushing his arms around the taller man.
Assaulting you felt like the bright lights I see when I look at the city skyline. It was psychotic of me, don’t think I’m not self-aware. I fucked you when you didn’t want it and the lease offensive word I can think of for it is assault. I’ve been guilty of a hundred assaults, and I won’t forget yours, you can bet on that.
The barrage of missiles whistled through the air as the army continued their relentless assault. The sky was covered with smoke as they emptied their ammunition in their target. Then all was quiet; everyone holding their breath as they wait for the smoke to clear. And all the soldiers could do was clutch their weapon and pray for a miracle as the ship advanced through the fog, no sign of the attack on the gleaming surface.
The sky exploded, debris crashing into the ground around me. I couldn’t breath, I couldn’t see. The only thing on my mind was her. I could see her in my head, perfectly defined. If I didn’t get across this field, quell this assault, live out my fathers dream. She would die.
when will these assaults be over? the hole I was living in was becoming unseemly. I could smell the putrid rot of flesh and feces and there was no nice way to put it. This was simply the most miserable time in my life, and possibly the last. Is this how I was meant to spend my last moment? Hunkered down in a bunker waiting out the end of the world?
I already wrote about this. They just happen. No one really knows why but it happens. No one knows if it’ll happen to them and then it does and they are really surprised. Some people die but some people live but sometimes it’s those who live that have it worse. The people who die are the lucky ones sometimes
sigh. one of my coworkers was accused of assault yesterday. he’s a good dude, going through some stressful times. his buttons were pushed. he did something stupid. the other guy’s calling it assault, but we all know it was him who started it. two wrongs don’t make a right? he may, or may not, lose his job, which feels super disproportionate for a split second mistake.
your love is like assaults of love rocketing to my brains, making hums, triggers and minefields that explode warm squishy happiness and ring through my tattered flailing open heart.. so overwhelming my lungs forget to breathe my soul escapes its being and my body collapse from exhausted grasps..
Some people think that as long as you never agree to be with anyone who intends to harm you, they will never be assaulted. But assaults can happen to anyone. Assaults happen a lot of the time when people are just out and about on their normal day. How can you protect yourself from assaults? Well one way to protect yourself is to always be aware of your surroundings.
I was flying and a tree hit me. It stuck out its branches and whacked my waist. it twisted and curled around my body and took me in to the leaves closer to the core of the trunk. I couldn’t breathe and it was dark. I could only hear the wind russel the leaves and the hum of the birds above me, stuck in the same branches as me. I sighed and suddenly it was over, I was falling and falling until I hit the ground.
He was lurking in the woods behind a blue peeling barn. As she approaches, he assaults her with stones before she realizes what is happening. One of the stones hit her eye and as she lifts her hand to it, he grabs her from behind.
I jumped at him. The dagger pierced his heart swiftly. I could feel the flesh, soft like butter, through the sharp blade. His eyes went wide, blood dripped out of his mouth. It was over. I breathed in and let go. Let go.
I assaulted a police officer into thinking that he was a cow living on a farm. He arrested me and brought me to his farm family. They were very nice to me except for the fact that I was arrested. I tried to be nice but they made me pick up after the police officer. I escaped the next day but I missed them so much I returned and never heard the end of it.
The verbal assaults were only the beginning of the barrage of hate that she and I faced walking down the corridors where the military gray lockers waited unyielding with closed metal lips. The words were typical, more dangerous due to the laces of tone than the actual constructs of speech. I had certainly heard the derogatory terms before. But it was the way they were said that was more malicious and more frightening.
as the word ass in it, reminds me off a donkey all dressed up and no where to go. to meet friends and family for a night of fancy wine and cheese. but yet nobody likes him, but he is full of confidence.
life has many ways of bringing assaults upon you. abuse from coworker, husband, kids, in the form of words. Assuailts can stick to your ribsm your spirit can bring you down more thatn a smile can lift you up! Aussaults are eveil wicked and have no place in this world!
Already she had suffered multiple assaults from the weather. but she was the hardiest girl on the course well experienced in these type of survival conditions, better then anyone she knew, and trusted in her tiny buffeting tent, which she had managed to piece together in the first of the vicious attacks of the wild: the gale like winds blowing up and over the edge of the sea cliff, throwing salty spray over the precipice not 50 meters from where she now lay.
They are everywhere, in the ground, at the sky, by sea, they are assaulting us with wave after wave after wave of bullets. We are out of food, water and clothes. Please send help. I can’t take it any longer. I can’t. Please Help us.
A man walks up to a woman in a headscarf and pulls it off. He begins kicking her, careless about the hits. She tries to push him away and run but he throws a punch to her jaw. He claws at her shirt and tears it. He leaves her beaten and bruised.
‘How do you like that, terrorist?’ he snarled. ‘That’s for your six-foot beard husband killing ma dad.’
She’d been widowed since her husband died in a car crash four years before the wars began.
And people say she’s dangerous.
assaults are bad! criminal, sexual, violent, bad bad bad! Assault me not! That is not fun! Crazy ass assaults! Hey! Did you see what I did there? ass assaults? heheh ;) jajajaja
assaults suck. alot. especially against girls. I remember a time that a group of people was asked if they thought about being raped. all the girls raised their hands. none of the boys did. the boys looked bewildered. as if they did not realize that all girls think about this. I think about it.
There had been seven reports of assault in the city in the past three days, which was an unusually high number and warranted an explanation. So the lead detective was obligated to sit down, stare at all seven reports, and note to himself, rather incredulously, the similarities between them, the attack methods and timing and location. He quickly realized that these were all done by the same person–even more surprising, he thought, was that no one had caught on sooner, because every report accused the same man: ___
She uses her words to assault me. Hurting me over and over again. It’s torture. Physical pain would be easier to take than this. There is nothing that can compare to the way her words wound me. Nothing.
There are different types of assaults, most being very bad. For example, sexual assault. Which is the act of harming one in a sexual manner.
assaults on harmless people, victims of stupidity, power hungry individuals that are destroying humanity and our world. assaults are wasteful, useless acts of violence that need to be removed from the world. they have no place here.
assaults? what does that even mean? is it like, salts coming from your ass? or is it saluting an ass of some sort? i dont know…
he assaults me with a hand grenade. with his looks, his words, his feels, i wish i could cast it away, forever in that dark hole wow i sound emo. she assaults him with a hand grenade….
When I wake, the sensation breaks through the darkness, singing behind the alarm. My thoughts are scattered and numb, shadows coagulating from my dreams. The steady beat beat beating of your heart assaults my ears, my skin, my heart. These stolen moments are when I drift on the banks of an emotion beyond compassion, beyond love. All-absorbing, unconditional, devastating.
her senses felt the assaults as he touched her. she could feel him so close, she could smell his scent, she could hear his erratic breathing and she could taste him in his kisses. she never had a chance.
If it is grumpy;
If it is forced;
If you don’t like to do it;
Then, it might as well be an assault.
Go check out my office.
I’m the best lawyer in town.
I’ll help you. =)
I think assaults are wrong no matter who does them. I personally think that no human being has the right to assault another human. We are all the same and when people assault each other, they don’t even treat them like they are equal to each other.
It started with an insult,
then it took a vault,
soon there was a somersault,
before the vicious assault.
Assaults are a fantastically perfect example of the raw essence of human nature. They are caused by any number of the dark aspects of human nature. Jealousy, lust, rage, revenge. They could be caused by any number of them, and yet they all share the same reaction. Violence.
ok
It’s interesting that there have been so many violent assaults when everyone seems to want peace.
The trickster’s hugs were less like hugs and more like assaults.
He would lay in wait, somehow managing to keep quiet enough so that if, Tobias had been less accustomed to it, Astor might have startled him when he finally saw fit to come bounding out of his hiding place, crushing his arms around the taller man.
Assaulting you felt like the bright lights I see when I look at the city skyline. It was psychotic of me, don’t think I’m not self-aware. I fucked you when you didn’t want it and the lease offensive word I can think of for it is assault. I’ve been guilty of a hundred assaults, and I won’t forget yours, you can bet on that.
The barrage of missiles whistled through the air as the army continued their relentless assault. The sky was covered with smoke as they emptied their ammunition in their target. Then all was quiet; everyone holding their breath as they wait for the smoke to clear. And all the soldiers could do was clutch their weapon and pray for a miracle as the ship advanced through the fog, no sign of the attack on the gleaming surface.
The sky exploded, debris crashing into the ground around me. I couldn’t breath, I couldn’t see. The only thing on my mind was her. I could see her in my head, perfectly defined. If I didn’t get across this field, quell this assault, live out my fathers dream. She would die.
If she dies.
I’m dead.
when will these assaults be over? the hole I was living in was becoming unseemly. I could smell the putrid rot of flesh and feces and there was no nice way to put it. This was simply the most miserable time in my life, and possibly the last. Is this how I was meant to spend my last moment? Hunkered down in a bunker waiting out the end of the world?
I already wrote about this. They just happen. No one really knows why but it happens. No one knows if it’ll happen to them and then it does and they are really surprised. Some people die but some people live but sometimes it’s those who live that have it worse. The people who die are the lucky ones sometimes
sigh. one of my coworkers was accused of assault yesterday. he’s a good dude, going through some stressful times. his buttons were pushed. he did something stupid. the other guy’s calling it assault, but we all know it was him who started it. two wrongs don’t make a right? he may, or may not, lose his job, which feels super disproportionate for a split second mistake.
your love is like assaults of love rocketing to my brains, making hums, triggers and minefields that explode warm squishy happiness and ring through my tattered flailing open heart.. so overwhelming my lungs forget to breathe my soul escapes its being and my body collapse from exhausted grasps..
There were assaults on the dark kingdom. Ruled by a malevolent leader whose only goal was to wipe out mankind.
Some people think that as long as you never agree to be with anyone who intends to harm you, they will never be assaulted. But assaults can happen to anyone. Assaults happen a lot of the time when people are just out and about on their normal day. How can you protect yourself from assaults? Well one way to protect yourself is to always be aware of your surroundings.
Cruising down the street in my 6-fo, assaulting the bitches, slappin them hoes.
I was assaulted at the park today. He wanted my cat so I hit him with a bat. A bat for a cat, no doubt about that.
I was flying and a tree hit me. It stuck out its branches and whacked my waist. it twisted and curled around my body and took me in to the leaves closer to the core of the trunk. I couldn’t breathe and it was dark. I could only hear the wind russel the leaves and the hum of the birds above me, stuck in the same branches as me. I sighed and suddenly it was over, I was falling and falling until I hit the ground.
He was lurking in the woods behind a blue peeling barn. As she approaches, he assaults her with stones before she realizes what is happening. One of the stones hit her eye and as she lifts her hand to it, he grabs her from behind.
I jumped at him. The dagger pierced his heart swiftly. I could feel the flesh, soft like butter, through the sharp blade. His eyes went wide, blood dripped out of his mouth. It was over. I breathed in and let go. Let go.
I assaulted a police officer into thinking that he was a cow living on a farm. He arrested me and brought me to his farm family. They were very nice to me except for the fact that I was arrested. I tried to be nice but they made me pick up after the police officer. I escaped the next day but I missed them so much I returned and never heard the end of it.
The verbal assaults were only the beginning of the barrage of hate that she and I faced walking down the corridors where the military gray lockers waited unyielding with closed metal lips. The words were typical, more dangerous due to the laces of tone than the actual constructs of speech. I had certainly heard the derogatory terms before. But it was the way they were said that was more malicious and more frightening.
I never thought people could hate us this much.
as the word ass in it, reminds me off a donkey all dressed up and no where to go. to meet friends and family for a night of fancy wine and cheese. but yet nobody likes him, but he is full of confidence.
life has many ways of bringing assaults upon you. abuse from coworker, husband, kids, in the form of words. Assuailts can stick to your ribsm your spirit can bring you down more thatn a smile can lift you up! Aussaults are eveil wicked and have no place in this world!
Already she had suffered multiple assaults from the weather. but she was the hardiest girl on the course well experienced in these type of survival conditions, better then anyone she knew, and trusted in her tiny buffeting tent, which she had managed to piece together in the first of the vicious attacks of the wild: the gale like winds blowing up and over the edge of the sea cliff, throwing salty spray over the precipice not 50 meters from where she now lay.
Every day we have assaults on all our senses, too much noise, too much data.
the trick is too insulate us from all the world and find peace.
There was a time in my life before it happened.
Before the viciousness of a gang-initiation welcomed explosiveness into my life
I do not want to go back to that time before
and I do not want to move to a place where it is gone.
I want to be in a place where it is not frozen within me.
Where it is released
They are everywhere, in the ground, at the sky, by sea, they are assaulting us with wave after wave after wave of bullets. We are out of food, water and clothes. Please send help. I can’t take it any longer. I can’t. Please Help us.
A man walks up to a woman in a headscarf and pulls it off. He begins kicking her, careless about the hits. She tries to push him away and run but he throws a punch to her jaw. He claws at her shirt and tears it. He leaves her beaten and bruised.
‘How do you like that, terrorist?’ he snarled. ‘That’s for your six-foot beard husband killing ma dad.’
She’d been widowed since her husband died in a car crash four years before the wars began.
And people say she’s dangerous.