Bleach her hair and turn her into a different person. She wants to hide. She’ll do anything, even say goodbye to that sun-kissed brown hair. It’s time for her existence to clock out.
“Bleach couldn’t get the ink out of this shirt.” I muttered, wrinkling the blouse in my hands. “Even when the red vanishes, there will still be a stain.”
clean smelling free from fear no germs hear the sounds of the children playing fully aware of the bleach bath that will be their fate come the sound of the bell bringing them back into the bars of a juvenile detention center oh so clean
I poured bleach on the living Sand Dollars I just snorkeled for on the beautiful beach of Spanish Wells, Bahamas. Souveniers for all of my friends were depending on this bottle of bleach to be poured just right with the prefect mixture of water. Bleach may smell bad, but it really does work miracles- not just for clothing purposes.
I poured bleach over them and scrubbed until I thought I was going to pass out. When I threw up, I wasn’t sure if the nausea was from the smell or the memories. It didn’t really matter, though.
sounds like beach, only not as nice. Found a lot on tv shows about how to get rid of blood, like it gets rid of any DNA or something. i want to ask if thats true.
This is the stuff to make your whites, whiter. It’s pretty nifty, but it can burn if you get it on your skin. Oh and it makes new clothes look old and worn. Even retro. It’s all an opinion. Or fashion.
bleach is a dangerous household product. not many people know it is at the centre of a terrorist ring trying to change the colour of everything we know. dam them all!!!!?!!!!!! end.
I reach for the bleach
to clean my clothes
so that when I walk down the streets
I may walk with confidence
if not for my own voice and spoken words
then at least for my ability to keep myself clean
and well put together
so that you might walk up and say hi
once upon a time there was a man named bleach. he was a strong and handsome man, as well as, very white. he was an albino. you see, what happened was that when he was very young his parents washed him in bleach because he was always playing in the mud.
Wouldn’t it be lovely?
To erase every lie,
every heartache,
every sin,
every thing that made us cry
or made us fear what goes bump in the night?
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to bleach our lives?
Our existence?
Our world?
Wouldn’t it be wonderful?
No, it wouldn’t.
Because we wouldn’t understand where we came from.
Or how we got there.
But if we learned from our mistakes.
Stopped cutting corners.
Turned to face our consequences.
We might actually begin to understand the purpose of life.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful?
i hate the smell of bleach. my grandma actually cleaed the bathroom with bleach this morning and then i had to take a shower and the whole time i was thinking that i was going to die because of the smell and all the chemicals that are in bleach. As i was putting shampoo in my hair i smelled it a lot becaues i didnt want to smell the bleach anymore.
The laundry is going and it’s using bleach. Bleach is used to die hair. Like bleach blonde. But I dont think that we should pretend to be something were not. So stick with your natural hair color! Be proud!
i used to dye my hair so much it turned out badly sometimes then i would bleach it and start all over. i wish it was like that in life. one time though the bleach turned my hair clementine color, that was interesting. i kept it for awhile. my hair was like straw.
wouldn’t it be nice,
if every mistake we made,
every error,
every overlooked incident,
could be erased,
blacked out,
bleached over,
and tossed away
so that in it’s place
was a mere facade
of the lie that is
perfection.
whiter than white. washing in the water as if there were no chance for any other type of purification. urgent. painful scrubbing. coming out of the nasty painful process clean as a whistle. a little bit scarred and threadbare, but white as white as white can be.
I avoid touching bleach by the whisks of my hair or the tips of my fingers. It leads to a orangey sun-in phase in high school. It’s obviously the best cleaner. Too bad we can’t use it to clean other’s mouths.
as the colours slowly began to blend there was a strange metamorphosis occurring in the world around too…slowly all the colours in the world started to bleed into one.
The hotel room smelled distinctly of bleach. The sheets were a crisp white that lended to a very deceptive feel. We were there to commit such dirty acts. Surely we weren’t the first, or the last. Most definitely the room wasn’t as pristine as it smelled.
All i could smell as i entered the house was the bleach. the mother had used it to wipe off the childrens blood that still clung to the white sideboards in the childrens rooms.
Bleach her hair and turn her into a different person. She wants to hide. She’ll do anything, even say goodbye to that sun-kissed brown hair. It’s time for her existence to clock out.
I told her not to use the bleach but she did anyway. Now my favorite shirt is ruined and my sister has gone missing.
“Bleach couldn’t get the ink out of this shirt.” I muttered, wrinkling the blouse in my hands. “Even when the red vanishes, there will still be a stain.”
it’s what makes my hair die a little every month. i fucking hate andy warhol.
thesaurus
Bleach. There was a time when I didn’t even know what that word meant. Now I do.
White, pour white shirts, hanging from a tree.
Swaying in the wind.
clean smelling free from fear no germs hear the sounds of the children playing fully aware of the bleach bath that will be their fate come the sound of the bell bringing them back into the bars of a juvenile detention center oh so clean
I poured bleach on the living Sand Dollars I just snorkeled for on the beautiful beach of Spanish Wells, Bahamas. Souveniers for all of my friends were depending on this bottle of bleach to be poured just right with the prefect mixture of water. Bleach may smell bad, but it really does work miracles- not just for clothing purposes.
Should I bleach my hair? I jolly well think NOT. I want a man who doesn’t care if I don’t, or even better, likes the colour the way it is.
I have no idea how to properly use bleach.
Everytime I do, my clothes end up looking exactly the same as before. Or they’re yellow.
I should really bleach my whites…
I had to get the stains out.
I poured bleach over them and scrubbed until I thought I was going to pass out. When I threw up, I wasn’t sure if the nausea was from the smell or the memories. It didn’t really matter, though.
It was just more to clean up.
bleach just wanted to go to the beach and have a nice day in the sun and see if he could get a little color to
sounds like beach, only not as nice. Found a lot on tv shows about how to get rid of blood, like it gets rid of any DNA or something. i want to ask if thats true.
This is the stuff to make your whites, whiter. It’s pretty nifty, but it can burn if you get it on your skin. Oh and it makes new clothes look old and worn. Even retro. It’s all an opinion. Or fashion.
bleach is a dangerous household product. not many people know it is at the centre of a terrorist ring trying to change the colour of everything we know. dam them all!!!!?!!!!!! end.
I reach for the bleach
to clean my clothes
so that when I walk down the streets
I may walk with confidence
if not for my own voice and spoken words
then at least for my ability to keep myself clean
and well put together
so that you might walk up and say hi
once upon a time there was a man named bleach. he was a strong and handsome man, as well as, very white. he was an albino. you see, what happened was that when he was very young his parents washed him in bleach because he was always playing in the mud.
bleach is something that everyone uses, and it has many uses. Bleach is a great thing to use for disinfecting children’s toys or whitening clothes.
bleached hair, bleached jeans, bleached. it all was white. unnaturally white. stiff and white. like a corpse.
four times
Her name was Catherine. She had very white teeth and, no matter what she did, she could not get rid of them.
Wouldn’t it be lovely?
To erase every lie,
every heartache,
every sin,
every thing that made us cry
or made us fear what goes bump in the night?
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to bleach our lives?
Our existence?
Our world?
Wouldn’t it be wonderful?
No, it wouldn’t.
Because we wouldn’t understand where we came from.
Or how we got there.
But if we learned from our mistakes.
Stopped cutting corners.
Turned to face our consequences.
We might actually begin to understand the purpose of life.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful?
i hate the smell of bleach. my grandma actually cleaed the bathroom with bleach this morning and then i had to take a shower and the whole time i was thinking that i was going to die because of the smell and all the chemicals that are in bleach. As i was putting shampoo in my hair i smelled it a lot becaues i didnt want to smell the bleach anymore.
dirty and sour
flecks of grass
blue paint
her mother hated doing laundry
but using the bleach was worse.
The laundry is going and it’s using bleach. Bleach is used to die hair. Like bleach blonde. But I dont think that we should pretend to be something were not. So stick with your natural hair color! Be proud!
The bleach dispenser is missing from our washing machine, which makes for a very frustrating time when washing whites!
It changes your clothes if spilled on you. It cleans very well but however is way to strong. I love using it.
i used to dye my hair so much it turned out badly sometimes then i would bleach it and start all over. i wish it was like that in life. one time though the bleach turned my hair clementine color, that was interesting. i kept it for awhile. my hair was like straw.
bleach can
clean the
grass stains
wine stains
sex stains
but it can’t
clean up my
heart
stains.
wouldn’t it be nice,
if every mistake we made,
every error,
every overlooked incident,
could be erased,
blacked out,
bleached over,
and tossed away
so that in it’s place
was a mere facade
of the lie that is
perfection.
whiter than white. washing in the water as if there were no chance for any other type of purification. urgent. painful scrubbing. coming out of the nasty painful process clean as a whistle. a little bit scarred and threadbare, but white as white as white can be.
I avoid touching bleach by the whisks of my hair or the tips of my fingers. It leads to a orangey sun-in phase in high school. It’s obviously the best cleaner. Too bad we can’t use it to clean other’s mouths.
bleach your mind, cause everything you have ever learned is a lie. Your government, your life, your love. all a lie. Bleach Your MInd.
bleach, bleach, bleach… bleach the floors, or your head. either way the stuff stinks
as the colours slowly began to blend there was a strange metamorphosis occurring in the world around too…slowly all the colours in the world started to bleed into one.
The hotel room smelled distinctly of bleach. The sheets were a crisp white that lended to a very deceptive feel. We were there to commit such dirty acts. Surely we weren’t the first, or the last. Most definitely the room wasn’t as pristine as it smelled.
I can’t even think of anything articulate to say about bleach. Nope…nothing comes to mind.
Her hands were bleached. She washed them hours and hours of the day. I was watching this on OCD Project.
Bleach can clean a lot of things but it does nothing for a black heart.
All i could smell as i entered the house was the bleach. the mother had used it to wipe off the childrens blood that still clung to the white sideboards in the childrens rooms.