fuck shit cock obsenity bleeted out. TV. The sons of Butcher. fuck the shit. fuck the fuckin shit fuck. youtube limp bizcut hot dog chocolate starfisha nd hot dog flavored water.
listening to bleep but so old i canbot seem to realise why and what it is there for except some pleasure I can no longer feel truly feel and instead of dancing joy it causes melancholy
and that sweet lovable cartoon character with the large brown shimmery eyes that one got lost in wanted to swear, but the best that he could do was “bleep”.
bleep my mobile sounded. it was him yet again. bringing a smile to my face, every morning as i wake up. and bleep was the sound made every night before i went to sleep; a goodnight message, a message of love from him to me.
it is perfect. such love that we have.
and i’m grateful.
bleep my mobile sounded. it was him yet again. bringing a smile to my face, every morning as i wake up. and bleep was the sound made every night before i went to sleep; a goodnight message, a message of love from him to me.
it is perfect. such love that we have.
and i’m grateful.
The sound board was connected to the 80’s monitor through a collection of cords so tangled and warped and used it was impossible to disconnect or even really to assess the relevance of any individual cord. The only indication of life was the quite bleep coming from the tower.
Such a silly word. Perhaps onomatopoeia? Personally, i prefer “beep” but what are ya gonna do. But i guess they do really mean two different things, beep meaning the noise cars and such make, bleep being the sound a word being censored makes.
It is often what I say when I just want to swear. I don’t know; bleeping is quite cute. Hmm, what else to say. I suppose bleeping in media is very useful too, in a way. And that is all. BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!
bleep kind of like a glitch or a moment in time that occurs just before you ralise it has a bleep a second happening while you look the other way or else i guess it would be the noise that a car with a bad horn would make… bleep. bleeeeep…BLEEP. my gosh this is some terrible writing right here.
what people say when they want to censor out a swear word. a combonation of beep and leep. probably made it that way so it would sound different from beep. kind of a stupid word in my opinion. when i think of bleep i think
bleep bleep bleep I’ve had one of those days and I hate to swear but you bleeping well should know that if tomorrow isn’t bleeping better then someone will bleeping pay
goes the alarm early in the morning, awakening me from my peaceful slumber. naturally i wanted to beat the goddamn alarm clock to death for waking me so early–oh god WHY!
Bleep! The radio alarm clock shouts this at me every morning in a swift succession. Bleep! Bleep! Bleep!
I can’t stand it, and so I roll over and turn the blasted thing off. Rightly so, too. I always set it far too early, in hopes that, one day, I’ll actually get up and make it to school early.
Damn alarms.
bleepin peanuts always make me smile i like bleepin, people bleeep bleep words instead of just sayin fuck or whatever. fun times. i like peanuts. u kinda look like one. lol so anyways, fuck fuck fuck bleeeeeep!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was watching one of my favorite shows the other day, when I realized that several words were bleeped out. Words like “freedom” and “liberty” were now replaced by a jarring beep that threatened not only my eardrums, but also the entire political system of this country. If a word is wiped out from our minds, can we ever really remember the existence of the concept it represented?
Bleep. bleep. bleep. The sounds of the whirling computer buzz around me like a bumblebee. That’s all I hear and the sound gets louder and louder. I don’t know where I am, the room is white and I can’t seem to move my arms.
I am frightenend, but don’t know how to figure this out. I can’t move my arms, is this a straightjacket? Someone help me.
it flashes through my mind
that moment and where it could have led to
over and over and over and over
this hope is dangerous
this dream is dangerous
why am i so greedy, so lusting, when i already have what completes me?
why do i want more
“Oh for the love of BLEEPITY BLEEP,” the Woman heaves a Great Sigh. “I TOLD YOU ALREADY,” – the Hands go on the Hips – “Never,” – the Finger wags – “EVER,” – the Lips curl dangerously – “Put cheese in the toaster!”
Maybe I should get the bleep out of here, go see the bleeping world, take some bleeping time to get my bleep together and leave this bleep of a life behind, so I can bleep when I want to and bleep the bleep when I bleeping bleep as the bleep rises bleepingly over the bleeping horizon. Finally get a good night’s bleep.
i dont really give a fuck that my boyfriend is trying to tell me that he even cares about me. should i even bother and bleep out my swear words? is it even worth it? fuck it i don’t even care. why would he want me to quit smoking, i’m not worth it.
while my way to the land of winds,paregrem…i was taken aback by the mighty but blissful winds making screaching sounds which eventually lead me to a hysteria that had everything inside me realise the strong need to got away until the bleep ruins my whole travel.
bleep is what i heard just before the blackness.When i awoke i was in a strange chamber immersed in fluid.Yet i could breathe,or i thought i was breathing.Perhaps i was hallucinating,or dead.There was a figure before me,distorted by the thick fluid.
bleep bleep bleep you sound like a sheep, baa baa black sheep, have you any wool? my hair like twisted silk linen and flax strengthens as you tug, feeling like an straight plait under your fingers. wiry yet soft and strong, waves curling through it as i stroke down gently against your cheek and feel the down stubble of your skin. whether you are blonde or brown your hair smells of you, of the freshness that everyone possesses, and i will bury my face in you and run my fingers through my hair until i find my fortress once again.
what the bleep do we know? Life is kind of a mystery, isn’t it? Or is it? We should spend more time loving and less time worrying about all those things that we can’t take with us when we die. If there is an afterlife I don’t want to know about it until after life
beeep bleeep something, whateva, i dont even understand, what it means; well.. i dont know what to write at all. But my time is running out. Shit, i cant even look up the word in a dictionary.. I dont have any time.. Well whatever… I dont even try by now.
bleep. What the bleep do we know … Der film fällt mir sofort wieder ein. Und die Tatsache, dass ich immer noch nicht so richtig weiß, was bleep eigentlich heißt. Ich denke darüber nach, was ich jetzt gleich mache, wenn es klingelt und die Zeit vorbei ist.
the bleep was incredibly painful and alarmingly annoying…try as she might, she could not shut the sound out….tired, she called up her husband, who was sitting 3600 miles away…what is it darling he said?
Bleep Test; We’d run from one side of the sports hall to the other, holding hands all the way, but trying to outrun each other. The weird thing is, we always drew. Best Friends, Always!
So many machines use the bleep noise and there are so many variations, if anything it’s replacing birds as the high pitched familiar chirping that surrounds us. It used to be the blue tits that sung to us, now it’s the microwave, the combi over, the dishwasher. They all sing to use, but it’s no longer about nature and the joy of living, its about deadlines and completes.
You won’t alk about *bleep*. Every little taboo you have is *bleep*. IT’s “this”, and it’s “that”, and “what we talked about before”. And I can’t wait to undo your every taboo.
bleep went the machine,we knew it was time to go if only she was there by now because
fuck shit cock obsenity bleeted out. TV. The sons of Butcher. fuck the shit. fuck the fuckin shit fuck. youtube limp bizcut hot dog chocolate starfisha nd hot dog flavored water.
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listening to bleep but so old i canbot seem to realise why and what it is there for except some pleasure I can no longer feel truly feel and instead of dancing joy it causes melancholy
and that sweet lovable cartoon character with the large brown shimmery eyes that one got lost in wanted to swear, but the best that he could do was “bleep”.
bloop. car. horn. alarm. handphone sms. sheep? haha. bleeeeeeeep. some joke. april fools! people. phones, technology. when something spoils. buttons. ding dong. bells?
bleep my mobile sounded. it was him yet again. bringing a smile to my face, every morning as i wake up. and bleep was the sound made every night before i went to sleep; a goodnight message, a message of love from him to me.
it is perfect. such love that we have.
and i’m grateful.
bleep my mobile sounded. it was him yet again. bringing a smile to my face, every morning as i wake up. and bleep was the sound made every night before i went to sleep; a goodnight message, a message of love from him to me.
it is perfect. such love that we have.
and i’m grateful.
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The sound board was connected to the 80’s monitor through a collection of cords so tangled and warped and used it was impossible to disconnect or even really to assess the relevance of any individual cord. The only indication of life was the quite bleep coming from the tower.
Such a silly word. Perhaps onomatopoeia? Personally, i prefer “beep” but what are ya gonna do. But i guess they do really mean two different things, beep meaning the noise cars and such make, bleep being the sound a word being censored makes.
It is often what I say when I just want to swear. I don’t know; bleeping is quite cute. Hmm, what else to say. I suppose bleeping in media is very useful too, in a way. And that is all. BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!
bleep kind of like a glitch or a moment in time that occurs just before you ralise it has a bleep a second happening while you look the other way or else i guess it would be the noise that a car with a bad horn would make… bleep. bleeeeep…BLEEP. my gosh this is some terrible writing right here.
every body is always bleeping cursing these days!
what people say when they want to censor out a swear word. a combonation of beep and leep. probably made it that way so it would sound different from beep. kind of a stupid word in my opinion. when i think of bleep i think
bleep bleep bleep I’ve had one of those days and I hate to swear but you bleeping well should know that if tomorrow isn’t bleeping better then someone will bleeping pay
goes the alarm early in the morning, awakening me from my peaceful slumber. naturally i wanted to beat the goddamn alarm clock to death for waking me so early–oh god WHY!
Bleep! The radio alarm clock shouts this at me every morning in a swift succession. Bleep! Bleep! Bleep!
I can’t stand it, and so I roll over and turn the blasted thing off. Rightly so, too. I always set it far too early, in hopes that, one day, I’ll actually get up and make it to school early.
Damn alarms.
bleepin peanuts always make me smile i like bleepin, people bleeep bleep words instead of just sayin fuck or whatever. fun times. i like peanuts. u kinda look like one. lol so anyways, fuck fuck fuck bleeeeeep!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was watching one of my favorite shows the other day, when I realized that several words were bleeped out. Words like “freedom” and “liberty” were now replaced by a jarring beep that threatened not only my eardrums, but also the entire political system of this country. If a word is wiped out from our minds, can we ever really remember the existence of the concept it represented?
Bleep. bleep. bleep. The sounds of the whirling computer buzz around me like a bumblebee. That’s all I hear and the sound gets louder and louder. I don’t know where I am, the room is white and I can’t seem to move my arms.
I am frightenend, but don’t know how to figure this out. I can’t move my arms, is this a straightjacket? Someone help me.
I just dont feel like this shit today.
Im so freakin angry.
Why the *bleeeeeep* did you do this to me.
*bleep*…… *bleep*
Get out.. NOW.
it flashes through my mind
that moment and where it could have led to
over and over and over and over
this hope is dangerous
this dream is dangerous
why am i so greedy, so lusting, when i already have what completes me?
why do i want more
“Oh for the love of BLEEPITY BLEEP,” the Woman heaves a Great Sigh. “I TOLD YOU ALREADY,” – the Hands go on the Hips – “Never,” – the Finger wags – “EVER,” – the Lips curl dangerously – “Put cheese in the toaster!”
And she proceeds to give me the Look.
FML, I really should just not try to cook.
Maybe I should get the bleep out of here, go see the bleeping world, take some bleeping time to get my bleep together and leave this bleep of a life behind, so I can bleep when I want to and bleep the bleep when I bleeping bleep as the bleep rises bleepingly over the bleeping horizon. Finally get a good night’s bleep.
i dont really give a fuck that my boyfriend is trying to tell me that he even cares about me. should i even bother and bleep out my swear words? is it even worth it? fuck it i don’t even care. why would he want me to quit smoking, i’m not worth it.
noise, sound cars cats and fog money and home bingo gambling shopping hats shoes people love help friendship joy drink food grub beer love mnay sex
ce sa-i faci viata ii grea ata ete patasti
love, hate, betrayal, popularity, misconduct, music, life, earth, fashion, restless.,
while my way to the land of winds,paregrem…i was taken aback by the mighty but blissful winds making screaching sounds which eventually lead me to a hysteria that had everything inside me realise the strong need to got away until the bleep ruins my whole travel.
bleep is what i heard just before the blackness.When i awoke i was in a strange chamber immersed in fluid.Yet i could breathe,or i thought i was breathing.Perhaps i was hallucinating,or dead.There was a figure before me,distorted by the thick fluid.
bleep bleep bleep you sound like a sheep, baa baa black sheep, have you any wool? my hair like twisted silk linen and flax strengthens as you tug, feeling like an straight plait under your fingers. wiry yet soft and strong, waves curling through it as i stroke down gently against your cheek and feel the down stubble of your skin. whether you are blonde or brown your hair smells of you, of the freshness that everyone possesses, and i will bury my face in you and run my fingers through my hair until i find my fortress once again.
what the bleep do we know? Life is kind of a mystery, isn’t it? Or is it? We should spend more time loving and less time worrying about all those things that we can’t take with us when we die. If there is an afterlife I don’t want to know about it until after life
beeep bleeep something, whateva, i dont even understand, what it means; well.. i dont know what to write at all. But my time is running out. Shit, i cant even look up the word in a dictionary.. I dont have any time.. Well whatever… I dont even try by now.
bleep. What the bleep do we know … Der film fällt mir sofort wieder ein. Und die Tatsache, dass ich immer noch nicht so richtig weiß, was bleep eigentlich heißt. Ich denke darüber nach, was ich jetzt gleich mache, wenn es klingelt und die Zeit vorbei ist.
the bleep was incredibly painful and alarmingly annoying…try as she might, she could not shut the sound out….tired, she called up her husband, who was sitting 3600 miles away…what is it darling he said?
Bleep Test; We’d run from one side of the sports hall to the other, holding hands all the way, but trying to outrun each other. The weird thing is, we always drew. Best Friends, Always!
So many machines use the bleep noise and there are so many variations, if anything it’s replacing birds as the high pitched familiar chirping that surrounds us. It used to be the blue tits that sung to us, now it’s the microwave, the combi over, the dishwasher. They all sing to use, but it’s no longer about nature and the joy of living, its about deadlines and completes.
You won’t alk about *bleep*. Every little taboo you have is *bleep*. IT’s “this”, and it’s “that”, and “what we talked about before”. And I can’t wait to undo your every taboo.
censorship