Today they told me to write about the past,
How lonely i’d been ,a journey aghast,
I have a question ‘will i have my freedom atlast?’
I’ll remember the day of your death forever,the day of the blast.
This rapid progression ,this life how fast,
Heavenly voices upon me have been cast,
I’ll remember the day of your death forever,the day of the blast.
Today, I power washed. There is nothing that makes you feel more in command of cleaning your yard then the BLAST of that water as it explodes from the nozzle. You feel empowered to erase all of the world’s grim in one quick sweep of the spray. You are in charge. You are the master of the machine….awe…today I power washed!
It was a blast to see my family this week. We ate together, laughed together and cried together. My family is creative and fun to be with. They make me feel loved and special. I just love to spend time with them.
blast! said the evil man when he shot his gun at me. I fell to the floor with an almighty pow. it was one of the worst days of my life.
I Later woke up and then died.
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im blasting off. blasting to fucking pieces. explode i want to explode fragments of moments of memories of missing lost gone things. no more. nothing is left after the blast, the match is lit
I had a blast when I saw the snow covering the streets nd the houses, the trees and the bushes, the cars and themailboxes… it s a beauthiful view demonstrating and resembling the great creation and the great Creator of all. i am in awe every time I see a beautiful ntaural scene. It is a blast for me every time It snows. It is a blast for me eveytime I see a God made beatuful scene. I had a blast playing in the snow with my children. we had a great time and I love it. It is a blast!
Mythbusters, There is always something they are blowing up on that show. One of my favorite ones was the show where they tried to loosen the hardened concrete inside a cement truck with increasing amounts of dynamite. By the end, they had blasted the truck to bits with so much C4
A resounding bang echoed in my ears. Something blew out from behind me as I ran but I didn’t care to look behind me. Just me and the little girl I held in my arms, running from the fire that enveloped all. You see, it wasn’t always like this. Me and my daughter. We weren’t always running. But now we were, and we were running from a blast of certain death.
We had a blast at the party. I could feel my mouth going up without even trying to. My cheeks burning and hurting from laughing. I spluttered intoughter again thinking of another moment that seemed too hilarious to be real. An old man stared at me weirdly. I grinned cheekily at him.
We were 10 miles away from the bomb and yet we still heard the blast and experienced intense heat. We were the lucky ones. The ones who didn’t yet blown up or burned by the acid rain.
The volcano shuddered and a blast of lava flung into the air, raining down rocks and thick orange magma on the dry, charred ground. Then a UFO came and blasted the volcano with a green plasma gun, which vaporised it in less than a nanosecond. There was nothing left of the volcano, and that was the story of how the group of tourists got their money back.
yesterday i heard a huge sound while sitting in my TV lounge and every thing after that stoped later i came to know that it was a blast ouutside the town. After police inquiry the report came that the cause of the blast was a scientest who was working in his lab.
means terror & terrorismm this word exites & saden due to immagination about the consequences blood-dead bodies injured,police ATS politicians condemning,opposite parties critisizing one weekk forgetting.
In need of a thrill, I sought out a couple of rocks, a couple of shots, gotta run a couple of blocks. But in between the chase and the pills and the satisfying pitter patter of my heart, lay a dark jealousy for the couple at the grocery store, getting ready for a quiet night.
blast off!! to where? to who? to what? to what i will become to who i was to where i want to go and who is coming with and who will be picked up along the way or cast aside. let’s go
having a blast. the good times we had over all the summers, music festivals, house parties we shared together as kids. 14 of us sat around doing nothing, talking about everything. we had a blast when we were young, now we have to remember how to recapture that.
It wasn’t the life I once found exciting, yet the simplistic notion of coming home to a tub of soy ice cream and a steady internet connection now seemed exhilarating. The drugs were behind me, though I could still feel the mental scabs, that I must scratch every now and then to remind myself of how bad it hurts to be lost in a world of self indulgence.
Blast! The rocket went. Hop! The hopscotch shouted. Toss! The baseball pleaded. Sing! The music sheet sung. Eat! The sandwich smiled. Live! Life insisted.
I left the agency, but not before leaving a note. It read… “Boom.” Written across the sky in only their finest technology. It was for my safety. For revenge. But mainly for fun. Red covered the sky the day I decided it was time to blaze my own trail.
sparkles fun explosion fizzy water along the bridge wind whipping along the loudness alerting the birds that change has begun then the blindness of the light that flashes inexplicably everywhere in space and the end is total black.
I had a blast last night. He took me for ice cream and we walked to the park. We sat on a bench and talked for hours and hours. We could have stayed there longer, but at 11, his sister called and was looking for him. I don’t care, any amount of time with him is great. I love him. Now all I need to do is tell him.
the rocket took off knocking me to my feet. I looked up amidst the clouds of firey blast and the roar of the engines. Almost before I could take a breath, it was beyond my sight but not from the sound in my ears. Suddenly the little boy nest to me said “Look Mr
Life is a blast! It can provide untold moments of exhilaration; fulfilling, exciting and wonderful moments you’ll remember forever! It can also blast the security you’ve grown accustomed to right out from under you.
The wind blasted across the yard, rattling the wooden fence and threatening to knock it over. All the leaves are now gone from the oak tree. I’m not sure where they have gone, but I don’t have to rake them!
Today they told me to write about the past,
How lonely i’d been ,a journey aghast,
I have a question ‘will i have my freedom atlast?’
I’ll remember the day of your death forever,the day of the blast.
This rapid progression ,this life how fast,
Heavenly voices upon me have been cast,
I’ll remember the day of your death forever,the day of the blast.
Today, I power washed. There is nothing that makes you feel more in command of cleaning your yard then the BLAST of that water as it explodes from the nozzle. You feel empowered to erase all of the world’s grim in one quick sweep of the spray. You are in charge. You are the master of the machine….awe…today I power washed!
bomb explosion having fun…it’s a blast
a blast from the past
blast you out of your seat
It was a blast to see my family this week. We ate together, laughed together and cried together. My family is creative and fun to be with. They make me feel loved and special. I just love to spend time with them.
blast! said the evil man when he shot his gun at me. I fell to the floor with an almighty pow. it was one of the worst days of my life.
I Later woke up and then died.
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I heard a loud sound, could it be a gun or the sound of dynamite breaking through the ground? My heart skips a beat when I hear a blast.
i had a blastat the new year party and i also when i see blast, i think of the bomb blasts
of a cannon, or now a days, fireworks. Celebrating is what I think of with this word.
“It was a blast!”
im blasting off. blasting to fucking pieces. explode i want to explode fragments of moments of memories of missing lost gone things. no more. nothing is left after the blast, the match is lit
it was such fun
i had a blast!
then the noise made me jump
what caused that blast?
what did i just miss
oh, blast it all anyway…
I had a blast when I saw the snow covering the streets nd the houses, the trees and the bushes, the cars and themailboxes… it s a beauthiful view demonstrating and resembling the great creation and the great Creator of all. i am in awe every time I see a beautiful ntaural scene. It is a blast for me every time It snows. It is a blast for me eveytime I see a God made beatuful scene. I had a blast playing in the snow with my children. we had a great time and I love it. It is a blast!
Mythbusters, There is always something they are blowing up on that show. One of my favorite ones was the show where they tried to loosen the hardened concrete inside a cement truck with increasing amounts of dynamite. By the end, they had blasted the truck to bits with so much C4
A resounding bang echoed in my ears. Something blew out from behind me as I ran but I didn’t care to look behind me. Just me and the little girl I held in my arms, running from the fire that enveloped all. You see, it wasn’t always like this. Me and my daughter. We weren’t always running. But now we were, and we were running from a blast of certain death.
We had a blast at the party. I could feel my mouth going up without even trying to. My cheeks burning and hurting from laughing. I spluttered intoughter again thinking of another moment that seemed too hilarious to be real. An old man stared at me weirdly. I grinned cheekily at him.
“So…” Darcy mumbled, her front teeth sinking into her lower lip faster with every second that passed.
“Yeah?”
“I’m marrying a literal blast from the past.”
Yesterday I really had a blast at the party. There was a band playing lovely music and we danced to it all night long
blast of course its the opposite of the past
whats in store, have we really been getting what we wanted?
mirages
we built sturdy mirages
lost
We were 10 miles away from the bomb and yet we still heard the blast and experienced intense heat. We were the lucky ones. The ones who didn’t yet blown up or burned by the acid rain.
i haven’t witnessed any blast that would sweep things around me and hit me with an intense gust.
go
The volcano shuddered and a blast of lava flung into the air, raining down rocks and thick orange magma on the dry, charred ground. Then a UFO came and blasted the volcano with a green plasma gun, which vaporised it in less than a nanosecond. There was nothing left of the volcano, and that was the story of how the group of tourists got their money back.
yesterday i heard a huge sound while sitting in my TV lounge and every thing after that stoped later i came to know that it was a blast ouutside the town. After police inquiry the report came that the cause of the blast was a scientest who was working in his lab.
means terror & terrorismm this word exites & saden due to immagination about the consequences blood-dead bodies injured,police ATS politicians condemning,opposite parties critisizing one weekk forgetting.
In need of a thrill, I sought out a couple of rocks, a couple of shots, gotta run a couple of blocks. But in between the chase and the pills and the satisfying pitter patter of my heart, lay a dark jealousy for the couple at the grocery store, getting ready for a quiet night.
The blast from the the explosion was tremendous indeed. All the houses that was in the village was destroyed. it was bad.
,.
She still hears it; the blast, it rings in her ears like an eternal scream. She sees it in her dreams but nothing else. Her eyes are fused shut.
blast off!! to where? to who? to what? to what i will become to who i was to where i want to go and who is coming with and who will be picked up along the way or cast aside. let’s go
having a blast. the good times we had over all the summers, music festivals, house parties we shared together as kids. 14 of us sat around doing nothing, talking about everything. we had a blast when we were young, now we have to remember how to recapture that.
It wasn’t the life I once found exciting, yet the simplistic notion of coming home to a tub of soy ice cream and a steady internet connection now seemed exhilarating. The drugs were behind me, though I could still feel the mental scabs, that I must scratch every now and then to remind myself of how bad it hurts to be lost in a world of self indulgence.
Blast! The rocket went. Hop! The hopscotch shouted. Toss! The baseball pleaded. Sing! The music sheet sung. Eat! The sandwich smiled. Live! Life insisted.
I left the agency, but not before leaving a note. It read… “Boom.” Written across the sky in only their finest technology. It was for my safety. For revenge. But mainly for fun. Red covered the sky the day I decided it was time to blaze my own trail.
sparkles fun explosion fizzy water along the bridge wind whipping along the loudness alerting the birds that change has begun then the blindness of the light that flashes inexplicably everywhere in space and the end is total black.
I had a blast last night. He took me for ice cream and we walked to the park. We sat on a bench and talked for hours and hours. We could have stayed there longer, but at 11, his sister called and was looking for him. I don’t care, any amount of time with him is great. I love him. Now all I need to do is tell him.
the rocket took off knocking me to my feet. I looked up amidst the clouds of firey blast and the roar of the engines. Almost before I could take a breath, it was beyond my sight but not from the sound in my ears. Suddenly the little boy nest to me said “Look Mr
Past
Space
Moon
Bomb
War
Gossip
Email
Colors
Blind
Heat
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Life is a blast! It can provide untold moments of exhilaration; fulfilling, exciting and wonderful moments you’ll remember forever! It can also blast the security you’ve grown accustomed to right out from under you.
Extravaganza. A pouring of colors out of the spark which created them. Hydro-blast. Blast-oise. Pokemon. They blast out of the balls, themselves.
no no no. its not real. its just. gone. a thousand particles of none existence. one blast was all it took to shatter the heart of our nation.
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The wind blasted across the yard, rattling the wooden fence and threatening to knock it over. All the leaves are now gone from the oak tree. I’m not sure where they have gone, but I don’t have to rake them!