open roads. harley motorcyclists. wind blowing briskly through my hair. all paths lead to somewhere. i feel optimistic about the path in which i am taking. i wear a bandana to protect my vision and let my hair still flow freely in the air.
I wore a blue bandana in the house once while I was cleaning. My mom told me to take it off because she was afraid someone would see me through the window and shoot me. I didn’t listen and I kept cleaning.
he wears a black bandana around his shirt color, the smirk is barely visible in the sandy year book picture. it’s only four years ago, yet it feels like a whole life time. he’s cleanly shaven now and the bandana is forgotten elsewhere in an ex-lover’s bedroom.
His bandana was stained with blood. No, not just stained — soaked. Drenched. It was positively black with it. And he held it in his hand like some sort of gruesome trophy, a grim smile on his face. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t stop staring.
as he slowly walked down the road, only one thing was on his mind. Her. The bandana tightly clutched in his hand betrayed just how distressed he was. Torn between his thought of love, and his comitment to life, Dylan was truly alone.
i went to the park with my friends and wore my bandana. i love to wear my bandana because it is cute and i like the way it looks when i wear it. i haven’t seen my friends in a long time so going to the park with them will be fun. I am excited to see them and wear the bandana becasue i think it looks good on my head and it reminds me of my brother.
Remove the bandana from your waist, the rope around your taste, the darling birds that flutter through your head. Remove the white walls and the fray, the time on the watch that causes delay, and remember why you are here. Remember you were made for me, my dear.
so many colors of the same thing. how could so much diversity some from a stupid piece of cloth? the misspellings seemed limitless. my name is ana, and this is my band.
After leaving the trailer, Jensen took the bandana that he’d picked up from the table in the trailer and tied it around his head. The splashy paisley rag looked dashing in contrast to the wildly hued sunset and he stood stock still taking it all in…as another behind him did the same, with Jensen in his sights.
My bandana is a symbol of fertility, strength, and gang status. At the same time, the boys don’t seem to understand the true meaning here behind the things I mean to do. Men are confusing. Bandanas are not. Therefore, I prefer bandanas to men. At least when men have managed to be too confusing, which is not unusual.
“Soak your bandana in calf’s blood first thing in the morning,” said the slaughterhouse foreman as he trained the new recruits, “and put it in your shirt pocket. That way, you won’t be grossed out when it gets in your galoshes. Priming the pot, as it were.”
Edwin, an underachiever from Slaughterhouse University, stepped to the front of the group and asked, “if we have a something go home with us, like say, a gall bladder or an eyeball, accidentally falls into our pockets during the work day, is that considered an “occupational hazard,” or “embezzlement?”
I had a bandana on my head when I was traveling in Minnesota for an Outward Bound excursion when I was about 20 years old. We canoed more than 70 miles through the boundary waters of the state and learned a lot about self-empowerment. I remember a photo of myself in a canoe with that bandana, at peace.
his sweat accumulated, and as it gained weight, rolled down the nape of his neck, to be halted at the border of his bandana. his most sentimental posession, stained and worn from yestardays, rested in tired wrinkles. he never went without it.
what a distraction. the sons-of-anarchy-looking guy on the harley in the left lane. hes doing it on purpose. he knows i see him. and he winks at me behind his aviator glasses.. at least by the smile on his face, i assumed there was a wink. red light. turn lane. goodbye, my real-life jax teller.
He was ready to take on the road.
His glasses reflected the wide expanse of desert that stretched before him.
They didn’t know,
that he was actually a woman.
And if they caught her?
They would rape her without a second thought.
No matter how strong the alliance.
This made passing initiation crucial to her plan, lest she be erased from existence.
bad mama- tilt your head and read it from a different angle.
isn’t that something we all need to do, tilt our heads and get different insight?
i promise you’ll like the result, and if nothing more, be entertained.
i sure am.
i promise.
He pulled it up slowly, methodically. Every single step, every detail was planed for meticulously. His eyes squinted in the harsh desert sun as he he pulled it over his face. This bank robbery was going to be the one to let him retire.
Well there was this man. He touched me, gently, with only a bandana. He didn’t like germs. He didn’t like the memory of every person that he touched to stay on his skin. I think that it hurt him to remember these people. He didn’t even want to meet these people, let alone remember them. This man’s name was Randy. He had blood on his hands.
the camper tied his buff to a stick
and shoved it into the ground
he stood up, his figure high above the treetops
staring at the mountains in the distance
he felt free
he felt power
he felt…
The briefly colored scarf around the dogs neck looked familiar. I looked closer and gasped. It belonged to David who died years ago. But hoe had it gotten here and now and from where?
going up and down like her hair
could love be around there
love move ups and down
wants her to stay around
with her i smell a beauty in life
things are heavy
dont want to take u out of my mind
wrapped tight around his forehead, sweat soaked the bandana as he stepped cautiously through the terrible blackness of the jungle. As morning came, creatures of all walks of life feasted upon the corpse of the man in the bandanna
A light, huge and without equal, filled the sky and he covered his face. He knew what came next, and looked down into his hands. He held a cloth, solid colored but interwoven with paisley patterns made of nanytes that moved knowingly with what was coming. As they took form he clasped the cloth to his head and felt as the small self-replicating AIs found there way into his skull and brought him back into the server. Who could have possibly hacked into HIS place and destroyed it so swiftly?
After I left the craft store, I had no idea what to do with it. There was an aisle full of bandanas, and this one — purple with beautiful black, white and pink designs — was too irresistible for me to just leave it on the shelf. But now what to do with it? Beautiful things aren’t always necessarily useful.
Erica tied the bandana around the man’s mouth and cinched it tight. “No struggling, now,” she crooned, as he did exactly that. But she had always been good at knots, every since her Girl Guide days, and even a six-foot well-built man like him wouldn’t be able to find any leeway. Not even Chuck Norris could untie her knots.
Bandana is something worn ont he head of people usually tough,. it is also used as a gang sign and can help differentiate on gang member from another. however, they are most often seena nd protrayed inthe wild wild wet in the 1800s where famous figures such as clinteastwood portrayled
a bandana goes on your head they’re normally maybe read that girl on dragonball z had one but im not sure why maybe to try and make her look hard, i think bikers are stereotypical for wearing bandanas, the bikers you get in america such as hells angels, ive never worn a bandana but I can remember one girl in primary school did or maybe two.
“I have an addiction to bandanas. I can’t leave my house without one.” she said while slipping on her stolen shoes beneath her vintage skirt that her aunt had given her. Hipster to the core she takes pleasure in odd fashion and pretentious musical choices. Some days I think that we could be best friends, and other days I imagine what her head would look like on a stick.
bandanas are very nice, they can be worn as a head dress, and arm band or even around your wrists, ankles and legs. they can be a lot of different colors and are generally worn by teens. i personally like wearing bandanas as a headband because it makes my hair fall very nicely. my favorite is yellow. and it is from after prom.
red blue green gangs. blood crypts. good charlotte. hot guys. scene guys. they’re somewhat weird. but its always hot when a guy wears one. m travis wore one once. :D <3
It’s purple and it’s plain, but it’s beautiful because of the person who gave it to you or because the chores you wear it for make you feel more honest than you’re ever felt in your life. Scraps of fabric burn easily, tear easily, get wet or create nee fashions. People do, too.
I hate when I see people wearing bandanas like that makes them look badass or something. That don’t make u bad. It makes you look like a douche in a bandana who thinks their so cool.
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verstecken etwas
open roads. harley motorcyclists. wind blowing briskly through my hair. all paths lead to somewhere. i feel optimistic about the path in which i am taking. i wear a bandana to protect my vision and let my hair still flow freely in the air.
Bandanas are what bandits use
to filter dust from raging chases and
thrilling stampedes
of risk.
I wore a blue bandana in the house once while I was cleaning. My mom told me to take it off because she was afraid someone would see me through the window and shoot me. I didn’t listen and I kept cleaning.
he wears a black bandana around his shirt color, the smirk is barely visible in the sandy year book picture. it’s only four years ago, yet it feels like a whole life time. he’s cleanly shaven now and the bandana is forgotten elsewhere in an ex-lover’s bedroom.
His bandana was stained with blood. No, not just stained — soaked. Drenched. It was positively black with it. And he held it in his hand like some sort of gruesome trophy, a grim smile on his face. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t stop staring.
i’ve got an amazing bandana when i was a kid. it was pink with some white points all around! but unfortunately, i lost it during an holiday
as he slowly walked down the road, only one thing was on his mind. Her. The bandana tightly clutched in his hand betrayed just how distressed he was. Torn between his thought of love, and his comitment to life, Dylan was truly alone.
i went to the park with my friends and wore my bandana. i love to wear my bandana because it is cute and i like the way it looks when i wear it. i haven’t seen my friends in a long time so going to the park with them will be fun. I am excited to see them and wear the bandana becasue i think it looks good on my head and it reminds me of my brother.
Remove the bandana from your waist, the rope around your taste, the darling birds that flutter through your head. Remove the white walls and the fray, the time on the watch that causes delay, and remember why you are here. Remember you were made for me, my dear.
so many colors of the same thing. how could so much diversity some from a stupid piece of cloth? the misspellings seemed limitless. my name is ana, and this is my band.
she quickly moved it back and forth as she tries to remember what she was talking about while also soaking up the sweat.
After leaving the trailer, Jensen took the bandana that he’d picked up from the table in the trailer and tied it around his head. The splashy paisley rag looked dashing in contrast to the wildly hued sunset and he stood stock still taking it all in…as another behind him did the same, with Jensen in his sights.
My bandana is a symbol of fertility, strength, and gang status. At the same time, the boys don’t seem to understand the true meaning here behind the things I mean to do. Men are confusing. Bandanas are not. Therefore, I prefer bandanas to men. At least when men have managed to be too confusing, which is not unusual.
“Soak your bandana in calf’s blood first thing in the morning,” said the slaughterhouse foreman as he trained the new recruits, “and put it in your shirt pocket. That way, you won’t be grossed out when it gets in your galoshes. Priming the pot, as it were.”
Edwin, an underachiever from Slaughterhouse University, stepped to the front of the group and asked, “if we have a something go home with us, like say, a gall bladder or an eyeball, accidentally falls into our pockets during the work day, is that considered an “occupational hazard,” or “embezzlement?”
I had a bandana on my head when I was traveling in Minnesota for an Outward Bound excursion when I was about 20 years old. We canoed more than 70 miles through the boundary waters of the state and learned a lot about self-empowerment. I remember a photo of myself in a canoe with that bandana, at peace.
his sweat accumulated, and as it gained weight, rolled down the nape of his neck, to be halted at the border of his bandana. his most sentimental posession, stained and worn from yestardays, rested in tired wrinkles. he never went without it.
what a distraction. the sons-of-anarchy-looking guy on the harley in the left lane. hes doing it on purpose. he knows i see him. and he winks at me behind his aviator glasses.. at least by the smile on his face, i assumed there was a wink. red light. turn lane. goodbye, my real-life jax teller.
He was ready to take on the road.
His glasses reflected the wide expanse of desert that stretched before him.
They didn’t know,
that he was actually a woman.
And if they caught her?
They would rape her without a second thought.
No matter how strong the alliance.
This made passing initiation crucial to her plan, lest she be erased from existence.
bad mama- tilt your head and read it from a different angle.
isn’t that something we all need to do, tilt our heads and get different insight?
i promise you’ll like the result, and if nothing more, be entertained.
i sure am.
i promise.
He pulled it up slowly, methodically. Every single step, every detail was planed for meticulously. His eyes squinted in the harsh desert sun as he he pulled it over his face. This bank robbery was going to be the one to let him retire.
Well there was this man. He touched me, gently, with only a bandana. He didn’t like germs. He didn’t like the memory of every person that he touched to stay on his skin. I think that it hurt him to remember these people. He didn’t even want to meet these people, let alone remember them. This man’s name was Randy. He had blood on his hands.
savanna
banana
hair
accessory
shows
hardcore
music
black
gay
scene
the camper tied his buff to a stick
and shoved it into the ground
he stood up, his figure high above the treetops
staring at the mountains in the distance
he felt free
he felt power
he felt…
LIKE A HAPPY CAMPER
The briefly colored scarf around the dogs neck looked familiar. I looked closer and gasped. It belonged to David who died years ago. But hoe had it gotten here and now and from where?
going up and down like her hair
could love be around there
love move ups and down
wants her to stay around
with her i smell a beauty in life
things are heavy
dont want to take u out of my mind
going up and down like her hait
could love be around there
love move ups and down
wants her to stay around
wrapped tight around his forehead, sweat soaked the bandana as he stepped cautiously through the terrible blackness of the jungle. As morning came, creatures of all walks of life feasted upon the corpse of the man in the bandanna
A light, huge and without equal, filled the sky and he covered his face. He knew what came next, and looked down into his hands. He held a cloth, solid colored but interwoven with paisley patterns made of nanytes that moved knowingly with what was coming. As they took form he clasped the cloth to his head and felt as the small self-replicating AIs found there way into his skull and brought him back into the server. Who could have possibly hacked into HIS place and destroyed it so swiftly?
After I left the craft store, I had no idea what to do with it. There was an aisle full of bandanas, and this one — purple with beautiful black, white and pink designs — was too irresistible for me to just leave it on the shelf. But now what to do with it? Beautiful things aren’t always necessarily useful.
I wear a bandana. Dogs put it around their necks. Old time robbers used them. it’s one letter away from banana.
red, blue, white, sweat-rag, gang signs, hair ties…. accessory!All of the lights, all of the lights!
Erica tied the bandana around the man’s mouth and cinched it tight. “No struggling, now,” she crooned, as he did exactly that. But she had always been good at knots, every since her Girl Guide days, and even a six-foot well-built man like him wouldn’t be able to find any leeway. Not even Chuck Norris could untie her knots.
Bandana is something worn ont he head of people usually tough,. it is also used as a gang sign and can help differentiate on gang member from another. however, they are most often seena nd protrayed inthe wild wild wet in the 1800s where famous figures such as clinteastwood portrayled
a bandana goes on your head they’re normally maybe read that girl on dragonball z had one but im not sure why maybe to try and make her look hard, i think bikers are stereotypical for wearing bandanas, the bikers you get in america such as hells angels, ive never worn a bandana but I can remember one girl in primary school did or maybe two.
“I have an addiction to bandanas. I can’t leave my house without one.” she said while slipping on her stolen shoes beneath her vintage skirt that her aunt had given her. Hipster to the core she takes pleasure in odd fashion and pretentious musical choices. Some days I think that we could be best friends, and other days I imagine what her head would look like on a stick.
bandanas are very nice, they can be worn as a head dress, and arm band or even around your wrists, ankles and legs. they can be a lot of different colors and are generally worn by teens. i personally like wearing bandanas as a headband because it makes my hair fall very nicely. my favorite is yellow. and it is from after prom.
red blue green gangs. blood crypts. good charlotte. hot guys. scene guys. they’re somewhat weird. but its always hot when a guy wears one. m travis wore one once. :D <3
It’s purple and it’s plain, but it’s beautiful because of the person who gave it to you or because the chores you wear it for make you feel more honest than you’re ever felt in your life. Scraps of fabric burn easily, tear easily, get wet or create nee fashions. People do, too.
I hate when I see people wearing bandanas like that makes them look badass or something. That don’t make u bad. It makes you look like a douche in a bandana who thinks their so cool.