Recently I turned the big three oh. My best friend was kind enough to make me really stand out at my bowling party with a giant, fluffy, pink boa. It didn’t help my game but made me laugh and everyone could partake in that silliness.
He’s green and he curls up around me, the same way I saw the little snakes do when I was younger. I had a garden snake back then, and I named him Forest Fire because of the red lines along his sides. He was gorgeous, a garter, and he was sweet, too, even if he puked up white stuff after eating his goldfish and worms. He was adorable. But he died, y’know. Just curled up under his water bowl, one day, and I found him on his back; I never thought that animals actually died belly up.
snakes all over the place, twisting around eachother into long, complicated knots that never end and maybe this is one of my dreams that I think I remember when I wake up until I realize that I remember it during the night and then forgot it as soon as I woke up…even if I were dreaming of snakes which is highly unlikely. I don’t like them ,but I dont’hate them as much as Indian Jones…
constrictor. like the snake? people are always terrified of them but I’m not very worried, personally. sure they’re weird and slither, but hell… it’s just a snake.
She wore a feather boa draped around her neck like its animal counterpart, looking every bit as elegant as the mad who’s arm escorted her. Beauty was her only objective tonight.
She walked into class that day wearing a feather boa around her neck. Her high heels justified the phrase ‘head in the clouds’. She sat down on the teacher’s desk, took off her sunglasses, and said ‘the party has arrived’, smiling as stared, meaningless.
The feathers dangled from her neck as she twisted them around her fingers. She felt majestic on that stage, as if she was unstoppable. People gaped at her from below as she strutted across the elevated platform. She smiled but at the same time felt the boa was cheating her of something more real.
theyre huge animales that live in lagoons they eat everything they see because they want they can pass days without food because they ate so much before theyre awesome animals in this case reptiles theyre lovely and cool and stuff and yeah…thats its…cool.
when i was little i used to have a feather boa and I wore it alllllll the time. it was pink and really fluffy. I loved it so much. my grandma still has it and sometimes I sneak into the basement of her house to get it out of the “dress up box”.
She did slam poetry, onstage and in front of everyone and the world. She was never ashamed. She did not give two shits what they thought of the ostrich-feather boa draped around her body like a string of lights on a Christmas tree. They clapped, she bowed, her tits fell out, she laughed, they laughed.
A boa constrictor twisted itself around her neck with strength that would amaze any man. As she felt her breathe being sucked from her body, she was amazed, but she never had the chance to tell anyone about it. For in that moment, in that boa’s eyes…she saw her own demise and she smiled. Why? We shall never know.
Sometimes people just leave. Up and leave. It’s words like this that bring that shit coming all right back to you. The one night you met that one person who was there for that one moment. I read a quote today “If you wake up and with any precision know what your day will be like, you are that much less alive.” Boa… ugh, I wish I could say.
Constricting, constricting, strangling me.
Squeeze too tightly
I can’t breathe
Help me, hear me,
Someone please
It’s squeezing the life right out of me.
King of the snakes, the boa combines deadly force with lethal venom in a combination made to kill. Should you ever come to cross paths with one of these fuckers, I strongly suggest you leave it alone! They are not to be meddled with.
The scarf was pink and fluffy. It looked like a gay snake, wrapped around her neck and draped over her shoulders that way. Her beard hung down and mixed with the pink, creating what could possibly have been the gayest outfit ever.
The boa wound around the post of the banister and slowly went up the stairway. As it went up I could see it’s length, and it was as long as 6′, maybe more.
they are soft, often pink and made from feathers. However that makes little sense considering the other thing that comes to mind is a snake. Maybe its a feathery snake? If there is such a thing. Or maybe a pink snake reminded some of it, and they decided to make a scarf out of it.
Keep me warm and let me wrap myself within you. Weave yourself around my body and make me feel like I’m at home. And make me feel beautiful. I’ll show the world how great you are with me, and I’ll show how much you were made just for me.
Creative, beautiful and powerful. What else can be more magical? Wear it as a scarf! It is the best fashion clothing idem ever! Striking with power and integrity, The boa is a charming magician. Talented powers and scaly skin. This is the end. Fin.
The big, blue, feather boa laced around the little girl’s neck as she examined herself in the mirror. Tickle-me-pink lipstick smeared across her lips and a pair of bright purple, heart sunglasses was on her face.
She was a star.
Everybody wanted her autograph. Everybody wanted to know her. She was a star, a true beauty.
At least in her imagination. At least there, she was beautiful. There, she had her sunglasses, her lipstick and her boa.
a boa is a really great thing. michael jackson even had one. they might strangle you though. unless we’re talking about the feather variety. and even then, really? what are you, a drag queen? well, then, that’s fine.
boa. boat of authority. the authority that sails around the world and fights the rough seven seas. the authority that breaks down the fences but gets drowned in the water by the almighty citizens.
Feather boa, purple hat, bright red shoes that matched her lipstick. She was older but beautiful. Makes me wonder what she was like as a child…dressing up in the same feather boa
Boa is a snake with spots. I’ve seen movies about snakes. Boa sounds just like that thing strippers use. Those furry scarves. Boa is a three letter word. It’s kinda odd, having two vowels on each other. Bow-uh.
BoA, a Korean singing sensation. Began her career at age 13 and produces hits in Korean, Japanese, and recently English. Her first single was titled NO.1 and has millions of fans world-wide.
It felt as if a boa constrictor was wrapped around my neck, causing the breath in my throat to turn thin. I couldn’t stop this sudden depression that washed over me like a tidal wave, and instead I rode it shakily, hoping that at some point it would hit shore and stop.
Feathers litter the ground
Where a bird used to stand
Waiting for the day
When a breeze would carry him away.
Feathers litter the ground
That is untouched by any breeze
And follow the footprints of a bird
Who finally gave up on waiting.
The pressure as its coils wring around my feet. I know that all is lost. The pressure rises up my legs. I struggle but there’s no way out. This is it. The end.
Constrictive and restrictive.
No one trusts the sad boa.
Maybe all it wants to do is hug.
But maybe.
He is more dangerous.
How do we know?
I guess all we can do is stare at the boa and wonder.
Constrictive and restrictive.
No one trusts the sad boa.
Maybe all it wants to do is hug.
But maybe.
He is more dangerous.
How do we know?
I guess all we can do is stare at the boa and wonder.
Boa constricter. Or a feather boa? Either one sends a message of strength. Whether it is a strong confident women or a powerful snake, a boa knows its purpose. It may have iridescent green scales or it may be made solely of tacky purple feathers.
The little girl danced around the room, a pink feather boa wrapped around her neck. There were feathers all around, fallen like snow. They would be a hassle to clean up, but to see that smile on her face from something so simple, he would tolerate it. It was nice to hear her giggle.
constrictor feather boa 3 letters big snake scary looks like beginning of boat i’m on a boat row row row merilly merily my roommate boa could cover up a hickey feathers can be itchy.
Recently I turned the big three oh. My best friend was kind enough to make me really stand out at my bowling party with a giant, fluffy, pink boa. It didn’t help my game but made me laugh and everyone could partake in that silliness.
He’s green and he curls up around me, the same way I saw the little snakes do when I was younger. I had a garden snake back then, and I named him Forest Fire because of the red lines along his sides. He was gorgeous, a garter, and he was sweet, too, even if he puked up white stuff after eating his goldfish and worms. He was adorable. But he died, y’know. Just curled up under his water bowl, one day, and I found him on his back; I never thought that animals actually died belly up.
snakes all over the place, twisting around eachother into long, complicated knots that never end and maybe this is one of my dreams that I think I remember when I wake up until I realize that I remember it during the night and then forgot it as soon as I woke up…even if I were dreaming of snakes which is highly unlikely. I don’t like them ,but I dont’hate them as much as Indian Jones…
constrictor. like the snake? people are always terrified of them but I’m not very worried, personally. sure they’re weird and slither, but hell… it’s just a snake.
Boa co-op for the hoe-a-thon in my little New Genoa.
She wore a feather boa draped around her neck like its animal counterpart, looking every bit as elegant as the mad who’s arm escorted her. Beauty was her only objective tonight.
She walked into class that day wearing a feather boa around her neck. Her high heels justified the phrase ‘head in the clouds’. She sat down on the teacher’s desk, took off her sunglasses, and said ‘the party has arrived’, smiling as stared, meaningless.
The feathers dangled from her neck as she twisted them around her fingers. She felt majestic on that stage, as if she was unstoppable. People gaped at her from below as she strutted across the elevated platform. She smiled but at the same time felt the boa was cheating her of something more real.
theyre huge animales that live in lagoons they eat everything they see because they want they can pass days without food because they ate so much before theyre awesome animals in this case reptiles theyre lovely and cool and stuff and yeah…thats its…cool.
when i was little i used to have a feather boa and I wore it alllllll the time. it was pink and really fluffy. I loved it so much. my grandma still has it and sometimes I sneak into the basement of her house to get it out of the “dress up box”.
She did slam poetry, onstage and in front of everyone and the world. She was never ashamed. She did not give two shits what they thought of the ostrich-feather boa draped around her body like a string of lights on a Christmas tree. They clapped, she bowed, her tits fell out, she laughed, they laughed.
Freddie Mercury
boa constrictor miss baloff had one it ate a rat i saw it it was so cool.
A boa constrictor twisted itself around her neck with strength that would amaze any man. As she felt her breathe being sucked from her body, she was amazed, but she never had the chance to tell anyone about it. For in that moment, in that boa’s eyes…she saw her own demise and she smiled. Why? We shall never know.
Sometimes people just leave. Up and leave. It’s words like this that bring that shit coming all right back to you. The one night you met that one person who was there for that one moment. I read a quote today “If you wake up and with any precision know what your day will be like, you are that much less alive.” Boa… ugh, I wish I could say.
Constricting, constricting, strangling me.
Squeeze too tightly
I can’t breathe
Help me, hear me,
Someone please
It’s squeezing the life right out of me.
i need to trip for my country
i here in Miami and want to trip for brazil
King of the snakes, the boa combines deadly force with lethal venom in a combination made to kill. Should you ever come to cross paths with one of these fuckers, I strongly suggest you leave it alone! They are not to be meddled with.
The scarf was pink and fluffy. It looked like a gay snake, wrapped around her neck and draped over her shoulders that way. Her beard hung down and mixed with the pink, creating what could possibly have been the gayest outfit ever.
The boa wound around the post of the banister and slowly went up the stairway. As it went up I could see it’s length, and it was as long as 6′, maybe more.
they are soft, often pink and made from feathers. However that makes little sense considering the other thing that comes to mind is a snake. Maybe its a feathery snake? If there is such a thing. Or maybe a pink snake reminded some of it, and they decided to make a scarf out of it.
Boa? Really? She wore a boa. Yes, the feathery, obnoxious kind.
Who really knows why.
Maybe she should explain the large blotches of red mixed in with the purple.
Keep me warm and let me wrap myself within you. Weave yourself around my body and make me feel like I’m at home. And make me feel beautiful. I’ll show the world how great you are with me, and I’ll show how much you were made just for me.
Creative, beautiful and powerful. What else can be more magical? Wear it as a scarf! It is the best fashion clothing idem ever! Striking with power and integrity, The boa is a charming magician. Talented powers and scaly skin. This is the end. Fin.
The big, blue, feather boa laced around the little girl’s neck as she examined herself in the mirror. Tickle-me-pink lipstick smeared across her lips and a pair of bright purple, heart sunglasses was on her face.
She was a star.
Everybody wanted her autograph. Everybody wanted to know her. She was a star, a true beauty.
At least in her imagination. At least there, she was beautiful. There, she had her sunglasses, her lipstick and her boa.
a boa is a really great thing. michael jackson even had one. they might strangle you though. unless we’re talking about the feather variety. and even then, really? what are you, a drag queen? well, then, that’s fine.
boa. boat of authority. the authority that sails around the world and fights the rough seven seas. the authority that breaks down the fences but gets drowned in the water by the almighty citizens.
this feeling is like a boa constrictor around my heart. not sure what to do.. not sure what i feel. it just eat away at me and i love it and hate it.
Feather boa, purple hat, bright red shoes that matched her lipstick. She was older but beautiful. Makes me wonder what she was like as a child…dressing up in the same feather boa
Boa is a snake with spots. I’ve seen movies about snakes. Boa sounds just like that thing strippers use. Those furry scarves. Boa is a three letter word. It’s kinda odd, having two vowels on each other. Bow-uh.
BoA, a Korean singing sensation. Began her career at age 13 and produces hits in Korean, Japanese, and recently English. Her first single was titled NO.1 and has millions of fans world-wide.
It felt as if a boa constrictor was wrapped around my neck, causing the breath in my throat to turn thin. I couldn’t stop this sudden depression that washed over me like a tidal wave, and instead I rode it shakily, hoping that at some point it would hit shore and stop.
Feathers litter the ground
Where a bird used to stand
Waiting for the day
When a breeze would carry him away.
Feathers litter the ground
That is untouched by any breeze
And follow the footprints of a bird
Who finally gave up on waiting.
The pressure as its coils wring around my feet. I know that all is lost. The pressure rises up my legs. I struggle but there’s no way out. This is it. The end.
Jimmy wore a Boa. It was a greenish-blue, like something pulled up from the sea. He called it Paul and they went everywhere together.
They first met 32 years ago. It was winter in Moscow.
Constrictive and restrictive.
No one trusts the sad boa.
Maybe all it wants to do is hug.
But maybe.
He is more dangerous.
How do we know?
I guess all we can do is stare at the boa and wonder.
Constrictive and restrictive.
No one trusts the sad boa.
Maybe all it wants to do is hug.
But maybe.
He is more dangerous.
How do we know?
I guess all we can do is stare at the boa and wonder.
Boa constricter. Or a feather boa? Either one sends a message of strength. Whether it is a strong confident women or a powerful snake, a boa knows its purpose. It may have iridescent green scales or it may be made solely of tacky purple feathers.
The little girl danced around the room, a pink feather boa wrapped around her neck. There were feathers all around, fallen like snow. They would be a hassle to clean up, but to see that smile on her face from something so simple, he would tolerate it. It was nice to hear her giggle.
constrictor feather boa 3 letters big snake scary looks like beginning of boat i’m on a boat row row row merilly merily my roommate boa could cover up a hickey feathers can be itchy.