I just read about the love dart. Turns out it’s metaphorically representing the microscopic darts that snail use while courtship. The dart itself doesn’t doesn’t produce sperm, nor does it penetrate the other snail. It simply probes the other to initiate the act of intercourse.
the blade slashed through the air with alarming speed
the screams carried far into the night as people ran for cover, cowering in alleys, cradling small children, sheilding then from the inevitable
they wondered when the carnage would stop.
it was never going to stop.
There are so many; this place never ends, on into the personification of eternality, a gacela, a blackness that tends to come with death; they’re held between two little blades like a serrated pendulum; you’re gone.
Blade. Sharp. It cuts, it hurts. It is pain.
The pain of a blade is sharp and stings.
Nothing like the dull achey pain of love. Or of missing.
Blade. The physical pain of blade occurs merely by accident. By accident or on purpose. But this can be avoided. The pain of love cannot.
The blade sliced cleanly through the air, barely missing Katie’s nose. She leaned back the avoid the sword, breathed a sigh of relief, and mussed David’s hair, “Good job, little bro. Almost as good as me now.”
The blade sliced cleanly through the air, barely missing Katie’s nose. She leaned back the avoid the sword, breathed a sigh of relief, and mussed David’s hair, “Good job, little bro. Almost as good as me now.”
it swept through the air cutting the uncomfortable silence with it’s sharp attack – coming to the edge of reason – it cut the whole thing short in a moment…..
The blade sliced cleanly through the air, barely missing Katie’s nose. She breathed a sigh of relief, and mussed David’s hair, “Almost as good as me now, little bro.”
the blade was sharp, sharper than anything anybody had ever seen. When it touched the surface of one’s skin it immediately ripped through the skin like a knife through butter. For me it was beautiful, I liked to see the torment in the victims eyes. mmmmmmmmmmmmm.
the blade was cold against his fingers. he smiled. how could something so thin be so deadly? even he didn’t know. he put the flat end to his lips and kissed it, letting cold metal warm under his touch. “you’re all i ever need,” he whispered, and rand.
blade cutting through life like cutting through butter, my life is nothing that a blade cannot sever, my life can be cut short by a single swipe of a blade, razor sharp cutting out and off pieces of my life without my knowledge.
While the blade was held against his thin body, he did not realize that the user had little practice of the weapon. Quivering shakes had vibrated out against every unknown surface of the dark room.
His blade was folded and carefully placed inside a handkerchief that once belonged to his grandfather back in the day when gangs of teenagers roamed city streets, armed with switchblades or pocket knives you could pick up for a couple bucks at a hardware store.
our world is big and beautiful but is filled with ugly thinks. Carbon Dioxide and trees being knocked down. Humans have made the world ugly. And we – each and every one of us – can never restore what it once was.
Blame your parents and everyone you know. As well as yourself.
Cold, hard, stinging and wet to the touch. The blade he had doused in freezing water in order to cause me pain was one that I had become used to. I loved it. The feeling of the metallic shaft as it tore my skin with so much precision that it turned me on was the greatest pleasure I knew.
A blade- sharp, scathing, stabs through the skin. Spills blood, piercing the soul with pain like a vampire’s bite. A blade of grass then became a knife.
unbelievable the way in which a way can either serve as a weapon as it can serve as a tool. i wish that the two were interchangeable but most of the time you find that they are mutually exclusive. love, much like a blade can either be the best feeling in the world, as it can be the most corrosive and painful of all feelings.
war, novels, movies have all been made in the name of love.
The blade hung by a huge nail in the barn and was crusted with old particles of crops that had been cut down the year before. It was a constant reminder of all the reaping that went on in the past. Reaping rewards for hard work.
It rings down from the sky. slashing through you like snow on so much of a cloudy day. Bringing water from your veins in alchemy. Swipe, swing, shave your skin away. it isn’t anything anymore. Cut free of meaning.
blades are sharp, i was always afraid of my dads box cutter when was little because i thought it would cut me up into a million little pieces. i’m sad because my friend never wants to talk to me
it was he who ended Sam’s life. He was the one that made her think that there is no more reason to live. Just like the blade that cut through her heart and soul.
The blade slid across her wrist more easily than sh anticipated, and as she slipped away, all she could think about was how her Dad would be mad if he knew she had stolen his razor.
Whenever I think of the sharpness of a blade, I think of a blade slicing through still water. Something about the way you can see the cut, thought it is healed instantly on the other side. The silence, the smoothness, and the precision always arouses me.
the shine on the thick metal caught my eye. it slid down my throat and i could feel his breath on my face. i was not afraid. all i could think of was how warm it felt and how i couldnt breath.
what to write about a blade? honestly apart from those on ice skates, which i’ve only used once, i’m not very fond of them… only a source of violence… and chopping… i’ll take them for chopping.. hahahaha :D
many people created blades to cut things, but many do not realize that it is not just things that are cut from blades. Human beings have often been a victim of blades. Just yesterday in the news a teenager murdered his own grandmother because he believed that she was the source of all bad things happening to him.
blade is very useful for shaving etc. we use it in many forms we dont recognize like for cutting vegetables, sharpening pencils, cutting paper, in the form of knife, cutting some stuff. whenever u need to cut stuff u need a blade. without blade u cant cut.
My blood started to trickle down my arm as i pushed on the blade, and with it went the cancerous lump festering in my heart, contaminating my body with every beat.
I just read about the love dart. Turns out it’s metaphorically representing the microscopic darts that snail use while courtship. The dart itself doesn’t doesn’t produce sperm, nor does it penetrate the other snail. It simply probes the other to initiate the act of intercourse.
vampire killer, shogun, a samurai slicing through whatever samurais slice through. watermelons, cans, shoes. samurai infomercials. fucking riveting.
the blade slashed through the air with alarming speed
the screams carried far into the night as people ran for cover, cowering in alleys, cradling small children, sheilding then from the inevitable
they wondered when the carnage would stop.
it was never going to stop.
There are so many; this place never ends, on into the personification of eternality, a gacela, a blackness that tends to come with death; they’re held between two little blades like a serrated pendulum; you’re gone.
Those words cut me.
A blade dipped in burning fire.
Cutting through my chest.
sharp, skating, for hockey players, what a great feeling
Blade. Sharp. It cuts, it hurts. It is pain.
The pain of a blade is sharp and stings.
Nothing like the dull achey pain of love. Or of missing.
Blade. The physical pain of blade occurs merely by accident. By accident or on purpose. But this can be avoided. The pain of love cannot.
A blade of grass sticking up out of the snow. Reminding me of the summer and yes spring will come and the grass will be green.
The blade sliced cleanly through the air, barely missing Katie’s nose. She leaned back the avoid the sword, breathed a sigh of relief, and mussed David’s hair, “Good job, little bro. Almost as good as me now.”
The blade sliced cleanly through the air, barely missing Katie’s nose. She leaned back the avoid the sword, breathed a sigh of relief, and mussed David’s hair, “Good job, little bro. Almost as good as me now.”
it swept through the air cutting the uncomfortable silence with it’s sharp attack – coming to the edge of reason – it cut the whole thing short in a moment…..
The blade sliced cleanly through the air, barely missing Katie’s nose. She breathed a sigh of relief, and mussed David’s hair, “Almost as good as me now, little bro.”
The knife slices. Perfect clean lines. Perfectly spaced. I’m too OCD to cut myself. Besides, Blood is not perfect.
the blade was sharp, sharper than anything anybody had ever seen. When it touched the surface of one’s skin it immediately ripped through the skin like a knife through butter. For me it was beautiful, I liked to see the torment in the victims eyes. mmmmmmmmmmmmm.
the blade was cold against his fingers. he smiled. how could something so thin be so deadly? even he didn’t know. he put the flat end to his lips and kissed it, letting cold metal warm under his touch. “you’re all i ever need,” he whispered, and rand.
The blade was sharp.
Don’t tough the blade.
The blade will slice your skin.
The blade will make you bleed.
Be afraid of the blade.
blade cutting through life like cutting through butter, my life is nothing that a blade cannot sever, my life can be cut short by a single swipe of a blade, razor sharp cutting out and off pieces of my life without my knowledge.
While the blade was held against his thin body, he did not realize that the user had little practice of the weapon. Quivering shakes had vibrated out against every unknown surface of the dark room.
His blade was folded and carefully placed inside a handkerchief that once belonged to his grandfather back in the day when gangs of teenagers roamed city streets, armed with switchblades or pocket knives you could pick up for a couple bucks at a hardware store.
our world is big and beautiful but is filled with ugly thinks. Carbon Dioxide and trees being knocked down. Humans have made the world ugly. And we – each and every one of us – can never restore what it once was.
Blame your parents and everyone you know. As well as yourself.
Cold, hard, stinging and wet to the touch. The blade he had doused in freezing water in order to cause me pain was one that I had become used to. I loved it. The feeling of the metallic shaft as it tore my skin with so much precision that it turned me on was the greatest pleasure I knew.
A blade- sharp, scathing, stabs through the skin. Spills blood, piercing the soul with pain like a vampire’s bite. A blade of grass then became a knife.
unbelievable the way in which a way can either serve as a weapon as it can serve as a tool. i wish that the two were interchangeable but most of the time you find that they are mutually exclusive. love, much like a blade can either be the best feeling in the world, as it can be the most corrosive and painful of all feelings.
war, novels, movies have all been made in the name of love.
BLADE
All I can see is the blade. The blade is my life. It kills me swiftly.
shave hair hairy stupid fuck.
go dip your ass is a mucky solution of nitric acid.
killing blood unsafe not good evil vegetables fruits meat cutting board knives swords samurai knights ninja asian people villains not nice ughhh
The blade hung by a huge nail in the barn and was crusted with old particles of crops that had been cut down the year before. It was a constant reminder of all the reaping that went on in the past. Reaping rewards for hard work.
And the silver, oh the silver–wretched and twisted and so, so alive.
It was crimson, it was death, and it was beautiful.
Colors were never so enchanting.
It rings down from the sky. slashing through you like snow on so much of a cloudy day. Bringing water from your veins in alchemy. Swipe, swing, shave your skin away. it isn’t anything anymore. Cut free of meaning.
blades are sharp, i was always afraid of my dads box cutter when was little because i thought it would cut me up into a million little pieces. i’m sad because my friend never wants to talk to me
it was he who ended Sam’s life. He was the one that made her think that there is no more reason to live. Just like the blade that cut through her heart and soul.
The blade slid across her wrist more easily than sh anticipated, and as she slipped away, all she could think about was how her Dad would be mad if he knew she had stolen his razor.
Whenever I think of the sharpness of a blade, I think of a blade slicing through still water. Something about the way you can see the cut, thought it is healed instantly on the other side. The silence, the smoothness, and the precision always arouses me.
Blade is a movie that I didn’t see. It had Wesley Snipes, the black guy from white men can’t jump. He could jump. A blade is also a sharp thing.
Blade is a movie that I didn’t see. It had Wesley Snipes, the black guy from white men can’t jump. He could jump. A blade is also a sharp thing.
the shine on the thick metal caught my eye. it slid down my throat and i could feel his breath on my face. i was not afraid. all i could think of was how warm it felt and how i couldnt breath.
what to write about a blade? honestly apart from those on ice skates, which i’ve only used once, i’m not very fond of them… only a source of violence… and chopping… i’ll take them for chopping.. hahahaha :D
many people created blades to cut things, but many do not realize that it is not just things that are cut from blades. Human beings have often been a victim of blades. Just yesterday in the news a teenager murdered his own grandmother because he believed that she was the source of all bad things happening to him.
blade is very useful for shaving etc. we use it in many forms we dont recognize like for cutting vegetables, sharpening pencils, cutting paper, in the form of knife, cutting some stuff. whenever u need to cut stuff u need a blade. without blade u cant cut.
My blood started to trickle down my arm as i pushed on the blade, and with it went the cancerous lump festering in my heart, contaminating my body with every beat.