I fell down and hurt my knee. I opened my medicine cabinet and all I could find were old Planet of the Apes band-aids. The wrapper shredded in my hand. I stuck it on.
what happened was, well, she didn’t quite know. one moment they saw the snake, the creature, the THING rising up from the mound of sand in front of them and then he was down and the snake was gone as soon as it had arrived. she was glad that, big as it was, it had decided to make only one of them its prey and spare the others instead of hanging around.
but he was down.
and he mattered more than a hundred of the others.
Band-age.
Band’s are awesome.
Go FTSK. WOO.
Age, well you can’t escape it. lol
Benjamin Button AGES backwards.
Awesome movie. Seriously. Although a little boring.
Anyway Fangs Up Santi’s. LOLOLOL
Get it, i know i do. :)
There was no pain. There was no blood. They have all gone away. There was just this terrible itch, underneath the bandage. And no way to scratch.
The horror.
a bandage is a piece of material that heals a wound. or attempts to. it’s false logic cause really it’s not the bandage itself that heals the would, it’s the fact that the wound is covered and that feeling that the person feels that minimizes their movements that allows for the wound to heal. duh. don’t you know this already?
ow, rei ayanami, i like them they are neat looking i like the white ones, like ribbons better than the lattex ones which i am allergic to they make me swell up and itch. no me gusta, perhaps we all should have bandages, ribbons with blood, wow that was emo, im sorry. but uhm, times almost up, bandage, i need one FOR MY HEART. haha i am so lame. but thats it
Izak loves to have a band-aid when he gets hurt. There is just something about them that makes kids think they make absolutely everything better. They may make things feel better, actually, because they put a small amount of pressure on the wound, which is what a person naturally does.
i couldnt believe what i just saw…my boyfriend. And he was with my best friend. You have no idea how much that hurt. Too bad i don’t have a bandage for my heart.
i cut open my foot today
i had to bandage it up
otherwise blood would continue to flow out
and what if it just kept bleeding
what if the bandage didn’t stop the flow
and then my whole body drained out onto the kitchen floor
then what
what
what
It hurts, come on mate you could just stay there and watch me or you could wrap this around and make our lives a lot easier. Yeah, thanks. Ow–watch it! You look strange like this, all puffed up. Stop laughing!
The bandage had snoopy pictures on it, and my grandmother placed it on my leg over the cut. Blood continued to dribble out from beneath it and the line of crimson made a circle around my ankle. I was still crying, but it didn’t hurt any more, and I tasted the salty blood.
around the head of a wounded soldier, it is soaked in blood. He is half conscious, despairing not of his wounds, but of his idleness. He wants to flee. He is sitting half naked on the beach as the army around him flees. There is no time. He cannot gether his thoughts.
i needed a bandage for my wrist because it was hurting me. might have twisted it not sure has become stiff & numb. I don’t understand why i must feel this pain.
Ouch! Paul blart the mall cop thought, when he got a paper cut on his index finger. He quickly took a hello kitty bandage out of his handy dandy first aid kit and stuck it onto his bleeding finger
pain. it hurts. life full of sorrows, life spent bleeding. A bandage to cover those wounds, a piece of cloth to show its gonna be alright. a protection to show, its gonna heal.
I feel like I need one right now. This new feeling is strange – unlike any I’ve felt before. It’s like I can literally feel someones fingers prying my chest open with their fingernails, slowly tearing my torso in half down the middle. If I close my eyes I can see it, how do I make it stop though?
bandage something i use to wrap my heart when broken, my emotions are encased in this mix of plastic and pads, holding together my love, my black and blue heart. she burned my love and my emotions, opeinging up to her and finding my heart needing a bandage.
Bandaged like a sprained knee, Brian groaned from the other side of the hospital room. He was quite a sight, his legs raised like the arms of a joyous marionette and the only area of skin to be seen was a small rectangle, revealing two glaring, bitter eyes.
~ To Be Continued on: ~ therandomthoughtsandrantings.blogspot.com
i think there is a song by a ska band called Bandages, and the damn thing has been in my head for the past week or two. Part of me wants to track the song down, and the other part of me says, “it’s a mustard plug tune and if it was really all that great, then you’d be listening to it already”.
Sometimes there are wounds that won’t heal. All you can do is bandage it and hope it’ll stop hurting. Sometimes they never stop hurting and all you can do is bandage it so it won’t get worse. Over time you get use it, the constant attention, the everyday ritual of bandaging the wound so it won’t get worse and it becomes common place.
the child sat down next to his mother. “it’s okay, honey,” she cooed into his ear as she put on the bandage. “it’s just a boo-boo.”
trying to be brave, the child wiped away his tears. “i’m ok mommy!” he said, getting up. with that, he got up off the bench and went to play with his friends again.
they cover up shit on my face and they make me stop bleeding and they keep dog organs inside of them after surgery i hate when i cut bandages too short
i pulled off my bandage from my scraped knee. white oozed out of it; i thought it was bone. by the time my mother got to me, i was convinced i was dying. turns out, it was just subcutaneous fat.
i still have that scar. it hurts sometimes, after i shower.
I took the peeling band aid off of my leg and considered how it got there. The snoopy stared up at me with his playful little smile. I rolled my eyes and thought back to the day when my leg met the pavement.
this helps you out when your hurt.
it covers your boo boo.
sometimes it hurts to take it off.
it can be plain, like a tanish beigeish color, or clear, or have spongebob on it…
or a disney princess
anyways, bandage
It wasn’t much of a cut…it wasn’t even much of a sprain, but her mother had dutifully wrapped it up in a bandage and grounded her from life, quite literally. She wasn’t allowed to go outside, and she wasn’t allowed to pick up her phone, but she knew that it was for a good reason.
I couldn’t stop the bleeding. I tried so hard, but the bandage was just too small. Why had the dog’s jaws been so large? Why were so many intestines leaking? I had told him I wanted a Pomeranian. I guess this is his comeuppance.
bandage is what you use to stop blood, puss, and help bind your wounds. I had a bandage several times in my lifetime. I am a very accident prone person and yeah. One time, I took bandages and pasted them all over my body. That was fun.
I had a bandage once. It covered the wounds on my heart. One bandage you say, that’s right! This one bandage covers the wound and that bandage is my friends. They are the reason I’m still here.
I hope that I never get hurt to the point that I end up in the hospital. It’s not that I don’t want to be in pain, but I don’t want to miss that much of my life. I think that if I were to do that, I would never catch back up. Does that make me a bad person? I can’t think of what would be worse- ending up in the hospital or seeing someone else there… I don’t know…
In kitchens, you must always use a blue bandage… Otherwise you know what can happen… Oh dear, that apprentice of mine should have checked when making the sweet pastry…
I fell down and hurt my knee. I opened my medicine cabinet and all I could find were old Planet of the Apes band-aids. The wrapper shredded in my hand. I stuck it on.
what happened was, well, she didn’t quite know. one moment they saw the snake, the creature, the THING rising up from the mound of sand in front of them and then he was down and the snake was gone as soon as it had arrived. she was glad that, big as it was, it had decided to make only one of them its prey and spare the others instead of hanging around.
but he was down.
and he mattered more than a hundred of the others.
bandage.
b for bob
a for apple
n for nobody
d for dj danger (lol)
a for apple again
g for great
e for elephant
Band-age.
Band’s are awesome.
Go FTSK. WOO.
Age, well you can’t escape it. lol
Benjamin Button AGES backwards.
Awesome movie. Seriously. Although a little boring.
Anyway Fangs Up Santi’s. LOLOLOL
Get it, i know i do. :)
ouch taht really. i wish i wouldnt have jumped off that rock. bill was right, he told me not too. but i did it anyway.
There was no pain. There was no blood. They have all gone away. There was just this terrible itch, underneath the bandage. And no way to scratch.
The horror.
Could you please bandage up my heart by showing up when you say you will? And being who I think you are? Which is to say, my bandage.
a bandage is a piece of material that heals a wound. or attempts to. it’s false logic cause really it’s not the bandage itself that heals the would, it’s the fact that the wound is covered and that feeling that the person feels that minimizes their movements that allows for the wound to heal. duh. don’t you know this already?
ow, rei ayanami, i like them they are neat looking i like the white ones, like ribbons better than the lattex ones which i am allergic to they make me swell up and itch. no me gusta, perhaps we all should have bandages, ribbons with blood, wow that was emo, im sorry. but uhm, times almost up, bandage, i need one FOR MY HEART. haha i am so lame. but thats it
Izak loves to have a band-aid when he gets hurt. There is just something about them that makes kids think they make absolutely everything better. They may make things feel better, actually, because they put a small amount of pressure on the wound, which is what a person naturally does.
i couldnt believe what i just saw…my boyfriend. And he was with my best friend. You have no idea how much that hurt. Too bad i don’t have a bandage for my heart.
i cut open my foot today
i had to bandage it up
otherwise blood would continue to flow out
and what if it just kept bleeding
what if the bandage didn’t stop the flow
and then my whole body drained out onto the kitchen floor
then what
what
what
Bandage over me. Fix me. Fix something that isn’t there. that might show up when you quickly rip the bandage from my skin. please let it be there.
It hurts, come on mate you could just stay there and watch me or you could wrap this around and make our lives a lot easier. Yeah, thanks. Ow–watch it! You look strange like this, all puffed up. Stop laughing!
The bandage had snoopy pictures on it, and my grandmother placed it on my leg over the cut. Blood continued to dribble out from beneath it and the line of crimson made a circle around my ankle. I was still crying, but it didn’t hurt any more, and I tasted the salty blood.
around the head of a wounded soldier, it is soaked in blood. He is half conscious, despairing not of his wounds, but of his idleness. He wants to flee. He is sitting half naked on the beach as the army around him flees. There is no time. He cannot gether his thoughts.
she kissed my wound and slapped a bandage over it. i smiled between sniffles and felt instantly better.
i wish there were bandages for this sort of hurt, though. the wound’s too deep, though.
i needed a bandage for my wrist because it was hurting me. might have twisted it not sure has become stiff & numb. I don’t understand why i must feel this pain.
i hurt myself and i need to stop the bleeding. it hurts it bleeds! will it scar? will it hurt taking the bandaid off? will it pull my hair?
Ouch! Paul blart the mall cop thought, when he got a paper cut on his index finger. He quickly took a hello kitty bandage out of his handy dandy first aid kit and stuck it onto his bleeding finger
pain. it hurts. life full of sorrows, life spent bleeding. A bandage to cover those wounds, a piece of cloth to show its gonna be alright. a protection to show, its gonna heal.
I feel like I need one right now. This new feeling is strange – unlike any I’ve felt before. It’s like I can literally feel someones fingers prying my chest open with their fingernails, slowly tearing my torso in half down the middle. If I close my eyes I can see it, how do I make it stop though?
bandage something i use to wrap my heart when broken, my emotions are encased in this mix of plastic and pads, holding together my love, my black and blue heart. she burned my love and my emotions, opeinging up to her and finding my heart needing a bandage.
Bandaged like a sprained knee, Brian groaned from the other side of the hospital room. He was quite a sight, his legs raised like the arms of a joyous marionette and the only area of skin to be seen was a small rectangle, revealing two glaring, bitter eyes.
~ To Be Continued on: ~ therandomthoughtsandrantings.blogspot.com
It’s like some little piece of plastic can fix everything.
Glaring down at the offending cut, he gave a little sigh. This piece of plastic could fix his small cuts, but the bigger ones remained.
The ones that really matter.
The ones that made him feel as though he was bleeding out of every ear, out of every orifice.
He was losing hope. He was bleeding misery.
i think there is a song by a ska band called Bandages, and the damn thing has been in my head for the past week or two. Part of me wants to track the song down, and the other part of me says, “it’s a mustard plug tune and if it was really all that great, then you’d be listening to it already”.
Sometimes there are wounds that won’t heal. All you can do is bandage it and hope it’ll stop hurting. Sometimes they never stop hurting and all you can do is bandage it so it won’t get worse. Over time you get use it, the constant attention, the everyday ritual of bandaging the wound so it won’t get worse and it becomes common place.
the child sat down next to his mother. “it’s okay, honey,” she cooed into his ear as she put on the bandage. “it’s just a boo-boo.”
trying to be brave, the child wiped away his tears. “i’m ok mommy!” he said, getting up. with that, he got up off the bench and went to play with his friends again.
they cover up shit on my face and they make me stop bleeding and they keep dog organs inside of them after surgery i hate when i cut bandages too short
i pulled off my bandage from my scraped knee. white oozed out of it; i thought it was bone. by the time my mother got to me, i was convinced i was dying. turns out, it was just subcutaneous fat.
i still have that scar. it hurts sometimes, after i shower.
I took the peeling band aid off of my leg and considered how it got there. The snoopy stared up at me with his playful little smile. I rolled my eyes and thought back to the day when my leg met the pavement.
this helps you out when your hurt.
it covers your boo boo.
sometimes it hurts to take it off.
it can be plain, like a tanish beigeish color, or clear, or have spongebob on it…
or a disney princess
anyways, bandage
It wasn’t much of a cut…it wasn’t even much of a sprain, but her mother had dutifully wrapped it up in a bandage and grounded her from life, quite literally. She wasn’t allowed to go outside, and she wasn’t allowed to pick up her phone, but she knew that it was for a good reason.
I couldn’t stop the bleeding. I tried so hard, but the bandage was just too small. Why had the dog’s jaws been so large? Why were so many intestines leaking? I had told him I wanted a Pomeranian. I guess this is his comeuppance.
bandage is what you use to stop blood, puss, and help bind your wounds. I had a bandage several times in my lifetime. I am a very accident prone person and yeah. One time, I took bandages and pasted them all over my body. That was fun.
I had a bandage once. It covered the wounds on my heart. One bandage you say, that’s right! This one bandage covers the wound and that bandage is my friends. They are the reason I’m still here.
It sticks like a congealed mound of pus filled cancerous cells to my skin. It pains like the removal of a cyst upon stripping its grasp from my flesh.
Bandage.. it supposably protects you from a more epic misery.
What people are the bandages for a broken hearts?
I hope that I never get hurt to the point that I end up in the hospital. It’s not that I don’t want to be in pain, but I don’t want to miss that much of my life. I think that if I were to do that, I would never catch back up. Does that make me a bad person? I can’t think of what would be worse- ending up in the hospital or seeing someone else there… I don’t know…
In kitchens, you must always use a blue bandage… Otherwise you know what can happen… Oh dear, that apprentice of mine should have checked when making the sweet pastry…