bear with me while i muse about aggression akin to a sleeping bear talk about kinetic energy talk about docility talk about something that fights for what it creates talk about about bearing down on barely anything
Hunting. It was the favorite pastime of my father, and I never approved of it. But, he still drug me along every weekend for it. He shot so many bears out there, it was sickening. What was I supposed to do?
He plowed face first into the earth, filling his mouth with dirt and scraping his arms. Scrambling to his feet and spitting, he spun on his heel to face the shadow as it came down, snorting. At the last second, the guidebook’s fifth page sprang to mind and he dropped, seemingly lifeless as the bear snuffled around the corner.
Hi. I am a bear. I will eat you whole, though not really, I’m only a bear. Leave me alone. LEAVE. Leave, or I will really eat you. I will. I’ll do it. Don’t test me, I am a freaking bear. I AM A BEAR.
A bear. It was a friggin’ bear. I’m sure of it. I mean, what else could have arms like that…Big, strong, hairy arms…Hairy chest…A spiked drink and handcuffs? Wait a minute, what kind of bar is this?
the bear. it was heading towards me. his claws, sharp as daggers. his teeth, i know they could rip me open. I had to think fast. I grabbed the closest thing to me and threw it. A knife stabbed the bear through the chest and it fell to the ground. Where did this knife come from? I do not know. All i know is someone was watching over me.
Grizzy and furry. It has sharp teeth and is a stuffed animal. It’s in the woods and can be mean if you mess with it. I like brown ones though. They’re nice to look at.
I just can’t bear this anymore. If I have to hear that woman talk about her French manicure and her children’s prep school and her addiction to Starbuck’s lattes one more time, I’m going to strangle her with her hair extensions.
The bear sniffed around the deserted campsite, looking for anything to eat. The fire had cleared out most of the vegetation and the campers in the area in a quick secession.
Oh, what do I know about bears? Nothing really. I’ve never seen a bear in real life, just on the other side of a video camera.
We bear burdens, responsibilities.
I’m going to fail my classes if I don’t put down my notebook, which is filled with pages of unfinished stories (never to be finished, most likely) and doodles and ideas and One Day When I Grow Up-type dreams, and I need to get started on my homework. Because I need to go to college and get a job and keep making sure that I don’t fail, so I can live out those dreams that weren’t as fun as they sounded, in my mind I mean.
Sometimes I wish I were a bear.
“Grr,” growled the baby bear. It then proceeded to grab on my finger and gnaw on it playfully. Soon, though, that gnawing would be less playful, once the beautiful cub in front of me matured into a terrifying tower of muscle, tooth, and fur. But that loss was what I had signed up for, entering the field of veterinary medicine.
He was coming straight at me. Didn’t someone somewhere at one point in my life teach me what to do in this situation? Crap! What kind of bear was he? Could he run faster than he could climb?
I was doomed.
bears are sexy. i love bears. my brother is telling me what to write. i don’t know why i can’t think of anything on my own. i’m not very good at this. shut up adam. no bears aren’t sexy. shush. shush.
my friend Jorge and his friends went to a national park and were super scared cuz they thought they saw and heard a bear when they were out of their car…and then got into the car again as soon as their legs allowed them!!! scaredy catss!!! 5 men scared of a bearr!!
The massive creature lumbered along, her fur shimmering with the morning dew. she walked to the edge of a small lake where she heard splashing. in the icy water was a young werewolf, who was swimming, her change from the night before long since over.
My chemistry teacher had this saying, Have No Fear of Ice Cold Bears. He made it up in college to remember the diatomic elements, but since it’s inappropriate to say beers in school, he made it bears.
“Guys? I think I saw a bear inside Tommy’s tent!” the other boys exchanged gasps of horror. they ran out to greet a raving, foaming bear growling with all his might. Screaming the boys ran off down the hill from their little campsite. Tommy walked outside his tent as the bear took off his head. “Thanks man. I owe you one.” The man in the bear suit smiled and said, “Oh, anything for my little bro. Now lets play some cards.”
bears are furry and they have big teeth and sometimes they climb trees and talk to becca on pink razor phones. They eat honey and are the main enemy of bees. sSometimes they live in tenst and wear hats and are named yogi.
The bear wandered through the street, unaware of the panic it was causing. As it made its way down Mainstreet, people disappeared into stores from the sidewalk.
his beard reminded her of a hibernated bear after a full winter’s sleep; bushy and full with sprouts of hair in places where it should not have been…:)
A bear crossed the meadow and made a roar of triumph. As it trotted it killed some people and slayed a whale. And what a might bear it was. It was so beary it went down in beary history.
there are bears in the wilderness. That is were they should stay and not in te zoos or stuff like that. they should have a place to call their own and just for them to have with the rest of the wood land animals.
I saw a bear on the side of the street and made it a friend for my puppy Eleanor. They loved each other and had bear pubs. I became wealthy off the hybrid breed and lived happily ever after.
california has bears they are on the state flag, bears can eat you you must keep your food away from them while you camp. bears are huge. don’t mess with bears.
There is a burden I no longer have to bear. The weight upon my shoulders consisted of shame, desperation and determination. For five years I was in an environment that made me crazy. It made me hate people. My chance has finally come. I’m now in an area where I’m stuffed away in a cubbyhole so people can leave me be. I don’t have to see your pathetic faces anymore. I’ve never had to bear such anger towards humanity before. But now it has been set free.
The grace of the bear as it struggled forwards through the forest around it startled me. I hadn’t any idea that you could be scared shitless at the same time as being extremely impressed. Its flanks were heaving and sweat matted its sides. It looked absolutely rabid. I quaked as I waited for it to get me.
bear with me while i muse about aggression akin to a sleeping bear talk about kinetic energy talk about docility talk about something that fights for what it creates talk about about bearing down on barely anything
Hunting. It was the favorite pastime of my father, and I never approved of it. But, he still drug me along every weekend for it. He shot so many bears out there, it was sickening. What was I supposed to do?
He plowed face first into the earth, filling his mouth with dirt and scraping his arms. Scrambling to his feet and spitting, he spun on his heel to face the shadow as it came down, snorting. At the last second, the guidebook’s fifth page sprang to mind and he dropped, seemingly lifeless as the bear snuffled around the corner.
Hi. I am a bear. I will eat you whole, though not really, I’m only a bear. Leave me alone. LEAVE. Leave, or I will really eat you. I will. I’ll do it. Don’t test me, I am a freaking bear. I AM A BEAR.
A bear. It was a friggin’ bear. I’m sure of it. I mean, what else could have arms like that…Big, strong, hairy arms…Hairy chest…A spiked drink and handcuffs? Wait a minute, what kind of bar is this?
The large body
The grisly hair
The huge growl
That puts some in despair.
the bear. it was heading towards me. his claws, sharp as daggers. his teeth, i know they could rip me open. I had to think fast. I grabbed the closest thing to me and threw it. A knife stabbed the bear through the chest and it fell to the ground. Where did this knife come from? I do not know. All i know is someone was watching over me.
Grizzy and furry. It has sharp teeth and is a stuffed animal. It’s in the woods and can be mean if you mess with it. I like brown ones though. They’re nice to look at.
I just can’t bear this anymore. If I have to hear that woman talk about her French manicure and her children’s prep school and her addiction to Starbuck’s lattes one more time, I’m going to strangle her with her hair extensions.
The bear sniffed around the deserted campsite, looking for anything to eat. The fire had cleared out most of the vegetation and the campers in the area in a quick secession.
The bear, the forest giant. A beast that stands taller than man, one that can destroy most of what man makes. It lives, and breathes its strength.
teddy bear teddy bear touch the ground. teddy bear teddy bear spin around. paddington bear. bear cubs are so cute. bear fur is soft.
Lurking in the dark. Behind the forest of trees it searches out it’s next victim. Look out child! It’s PedoBear!!!!
Oh, what do I know about bears? Nothing really. I’ve never seen a bear in real life, just on the other side of a video camera.
We bear burdens, responsibilities.
I’m going to fail my classes if I don’t put down my notebook, which is filled with pages of unfinished stories (never to be finished, most likely) and doodles and ideas and One Day When I Grow Up-type dreams, and I need to get started on my homework. Because I need to go to college and get a job and keep making sure that I don’t fail, so I can live out those dreams that weren’t as fun as they sounded, in my mind I mean.
Sometimes I wish I were a bear.
“Grr,” growled the baby bear. It then proceeded to grab on my finger and gnaw on it playfully. Soon, though, that gnawing would be less playful, once the beautiful cub in front of me matured into a terrifying tower of muscle, tooth, and fur. But that loss was what I had signed up for, entering the field of veterinary medicine.
He was coming straight at me. Didn’t someone somewhere at one point in my life teach me what to do in this situation? Crap! What kind of bear was he? Could he run faster than he could climb?
I was doomed.
bears are sexy. i love bears. my brother is telling me what to write. i don’t know why i can’t think of anything on my own. i’m not very good at this. shut up adam. no bears aren’t sexy. shush. shush.
Bears. They sit. They eat. They live. They die. Most of all though, bears smoke wet blunts. stupid.
He was a bear. Big and strong; gruffy and warm. He was my bear. And how I loved him.
my friend Jorge and his friends went to a national park and were super scared cuz they thought they saw and heard a bear when they were out of their car…and then got into the car again as soon as their legs allowed them!!! scaredy catss!!! 5 men scared of a bearr!!
The massive creature lumbered along, her fur shimmering with the morning dew. she walked to the edge of a small lake where she heard splashing. in the icy water was a young werewolf, who was swimming, her change from the night before long since over.
My chemistry teacher had this saying, Have No Fear of Ice Cold Bears. He made it up in college to remember the diatomic elements, but since it’s inappropriate to say beers in school, he made it bears.
“Guys? I think I saw a bear inside Tommy’s tent!” the other boys exchanged gasps of horror. they ran out to greet a raving, foaming bear growling with all his might. Screaming the boys ran off down the hill from their little campsite. Tommy walked outside his tent as the bear took off his head. “Thanks man. I owe you one.” The man in the bear suit smiled and said, “Oh, anything for my little bro. Now lets play some cards.”
bears are furry and they have big teeth and sometimes they climb trees and talk to becca on pink razor phones. They eat honey and are the main enemy of bees. sSometimes they live in tenst and wear hats and are named yogi.
The bear wandered through the street, unaware of the panic it was causing. As it made its way down Mainstreet, people disappeared into stores from the sidewalk.
The bear rose on its hind-legs, ready to strike; and I took its paws, and brought it into a swing and a dance.
“Bear with it.” She told me. “Bear with me.”
Haha, seriously? I’ve had enough, big sister. I’ve really, really had enough
This time, I’m going to tell you what I really think about you. I’m not going to bear with you any longer.
his beard reminded her of a hibernated bear after a full winter’s sleep; bushy and full with sprouts of hair in places where it should not have been…:)
there’s something eating away
at my insides
clawing and fisting
and reaching for something
i do not possess.
i can’t bear such pain
when salvation
is so far off.
One time I fed a bear a salmon loaded with LSD. That was a crazy ass Tuesday…
A bear crossed the meadow and made a roar of triumph. As it trotted it killed some people and slayed a whale. And what a might bear it was. It was so beary it went down in beary history.
there are bears in the wilderness. That is were they should stay and not in te zoos or stuff like that. they should have a place to call their own and just for them to have with the rest of the wood land animals.
There was once a very angry bear named Bill the Bear. He was angry for many reasons- taxes, health problems and a failing marriage.
Bob the Bear was the most frightening Bear who ever lived. But one day, he died.
I saw a bear on the side of the street and made it a friend for my puppy Eleanor. They loved each other and had bear pubs. I became wealthy off the hybrid breed and lived happily ever after.
california has bears they are on the state flag, bears can eat you you must keep your food away from them while you camp. bears are huge. don’t mess with bears.
She couldn’t bear it anymore. The pain, the loss, it was all too much. How could anyone blame her? She pulled the razor across her wrists and let go.
There is a burden I no longer have to bear. The weight upon my shoulders consisted of shame, desperation and determination. For five years I was in an environment that made me crazy. It made me hate people. My chance has finally come. I’m now in an area where I’m stuffed away in a cubbyhole so people can leave me be. I don’t have to see your pathetic faces anymore. I’ve never had to bear such anger towards humanity before. But now it has been set free.
The grace of the bear as it struggled forwards through the forest around it startled me. I hadn’t any idea that you could be scared shitless at the same time as being extremely impressed. Its flanks were heaving and sweat matted its sides. It looked absolutely rabid. I quaked as I waited for it to get me.
This is a word.
Bear: A beast
Bear: To have, carry
Bear: A gay man
Bear: To endure