I’ve never seen a boa before! That’s probably not true though.. Maybe at a zoo or something. Or are we talking one of those feathery scarf things? Those, I’ve seen. They’re so tickley! A boa… A feather boa! Or a boa constrictor? Well if you think about it, both can be constricting. You can strangle someone with a feather boa… How morbid. That would be a very tickly, feathery, death… WEEEE! What fun!… jkjkjkj tThat’s awful.
A simple feathered boa, pink with blue mixed in. I saw you standing there, I knew I’d never win. Muscled shoulders, abs of steal, yet there you were, with beads held high. I thought we had a future, but it was all a game. You love another man, but I love you all the same.
i am not sure i know of the word Boa. i do know Goa though which i have visited at some point in my life! maybe boa is a city, or something exotic and jungly?!! could be…
the boa constrictor envied the feather boa. the feathers, the color; nothing like it’s own coloring. Everwhere the boa was reminded of it’s less than satisfactory appearance compared to the feather boa. It mocked him as
Boa constrictorrrrrrrr, one day I saw a boa contrictorrrrr! It was long and big and green it was a lean mean green machine that boa contrictorrrrrrrrrrrr! Oh that boa contrictorrrr, tried to kill me, isn’t that silly. BOA CONSTRICCCCTORRRRRRRRRRRR ! Yenno whut im saaaaayin homie g.
constrictor that’s the snake from the movie, the one with Jennifer Lopez, what a nice …. now I’m thinking of a long feather boa. wish my bro would stop smoking it’s so annoying, plus it gets in the AC so I sometimes start
Boa. Hm. It could be a feather boa or a boa constrictor, but I hope you don’t confuse a boa constrictor for a feather boa because then you might never make another mistake in your life. That would be unfortunate. I think that would be my least favorite way to die. Also, snakes aren’t attractive, but feathers are.
there once was an old lady who lived at the end of my street. i didn’t know much about her. she was in her 80’s i think. but she had this leopar-print boa on her mantle. she must’ve been wild. maybe still is.
it’s a snake. it’s very big? i have no idea anything about a boa. all i know that it’s huge and a snake. and also could be an article of clothing if its a scarf of feathers. i hate snakes they scare me. they are scary looking. i am deathly afraid of them. i used to date a guy in texas named boa. i was in love.
a boa constricter is a very beautiful thing. it is active and strong and the symbol of hope in some cultures. thought to some, it is scary, it is actually not even a dangerous animal. i urge you tot think twice before being scared of a boa constricter.
the boa constrictor became bloated. that mouse was just too big. his stomach hurt. how would he be able to survive if he couldn’t move? this was going to be bad, he just knew it. he shouldn’t have eaten that last mouse. oh no..
she picked up the snake and wrapped it around her throat and let it squeeze. squeeze until she saw colors. squeeze until everything was hazy. squeeze until it all went black. she wanted that snake to squeeze every bit of life out of her because she didn’t want that life anymore. she had no need for it, no desire to hold on to it because she had no one to share it with anymore.
Constricted as she twists around my chest
Laying eggs as if though it was her nest
As I look down to see she is not there
As if it is camouflage she wears
constricted, i laughed at you, lurking in the woods, in the moist ground. you were once my most loved friend. now my most belittled creature, snake, seething and preying on those who are small than you.
“I wish I knew how to get this snake out of my boot!” Woody cried valiantly. But it was always there. Eating him up from the inside. Creating a hollowness that could never be filled by a plethora of voice boxes and empty words. It was only when he found something worth living for that he came alive.
constrictor, reminds the little prince that grown-ups can never see the way kids do, hard to believe that grown-ups were once children. restrictions placed on kids, a hat that isn’t a hat, love and tolerance and the reason something is special even though nothing is special. I beautiful snake, almost a contradictory phrase.
boa what the strange word like a constricting snake a boa will wrap itself and envelop your senses cut off your breathing and restrict you. whoa, boa that’s what they do and that’s how they do it. I’m a poet and I didn’t know it
The woman wore a boa. She stared into a puddle on the street, a billboard with her reflection. A splash and it was her youth, the footprint of her lost love.
The enemy took the form of a serpent. It could have been any type of snake – a rattlesnake, copperhead, maybe even a boa – the point is, Satan is crafty and sneaky, like a snake.
Whoa! Look at that boa! I must wear it, I thought. I’m so theatrical and I love to “wear” it. I’m putting on my boa now. Oh how lovely I look. What? What’s going on? It’s a boa constrictor! Leehhaaagh! Here! Here! Take a cookie!
boa constrictors are awesome. they kill people though, so thats not nice. feather boas are probably a bit nicer and less deadly. lets say they are better
constrictor. Tightening and binding. Blinding you’re eyes to its trap. Squeezing you until you drop. Winding. Twisting. Turning. Unknown, which way it goes.
She wore that fur thing around her neck again. It was the ugliest thing i’d ever seen. I loved her with all my heart and soul but did she have to have my grandmother’s taste in clothing?
this boa constrictor was the size of her head. it swirled back and forth, my vision swimming. what was i supposed to do about it? it was a freaking boa. maybe if it was the popstar boa we could work something out but no. this was a real snake. damn things. that or my mind has lost it from the copious amounts of alcohol consumption…could just be made out of feathers. who knows. i’m going to sleep now.
Keli rolled on the floor with the pink boa. She loved playing with it. All her toys had spilled out and scattered around her gave the impression of her exuberance. It was one of the last pictures I took of her, and by far, my favorite.
Today I heard about how boa owners in Florida let their boas into the wild when they can no longer take care of them. That means that Florida is overrun wild boas. Thank god I don’t live there.
like a snake, you held me. steadfast, barely breathing. my vision blurred in and out between the shine of your eyes and wanting to be the person i was when i was with you, constantly. you held me like the night sky holds the stars. you held me. and i fell head over heels, either way. i fell, and you weren’t there to catch me.
Boa is a word that I think about pink and fluffly things, something reminds me of how I was a little kid with a boa around my neck with oversized heels feeling like I was a complete star, and that was my moment. Boa is something that makes you show how good you feel about everything.
She was pretty, sexy and impressive, the boa draped around like an accessory akin to love.
the long boa,
she goes,
sees the ocean from far away
the long boa awaits
I’ve never seen a boa before! That’s probably not true though.. Maybe at a zoo or something. Or are we talking one of those feathery scarf things? Those, I’ve seen. They’re so tickley! A boa… A feather boa! Or a boa constrictor? Well if you think about it, both can be constricting. You can strangle someone with a feather boa… How morbid. That would be a very tickly, feathery, death… WEEEE! What fun!… jkjkjkj tThat’s awful.
A simple feathered boa, pink with blue mixed in. I saw you standing there, I knew I’d never win. Muscled shoulders, abs of steal, yet there you were, with beads held high. I thought we had a future, but it was all a game. You love another man, but I love you all the same.
i wonder what it would be like to have a conversation with someone wearing nothing but a boa. Would the subject of the conversation even translate?
i am not sure i know of the word Boa. i do know Goa though which i have visited at some point in my life! maybe boa is a city, or something exotic and jungly?!! could be…
the boa constrictor envied the feather boa. the feathers, the color; nothing like it’s own coloring. Everwhere the boa was reminded of it’s less than satisfactory appearance compared to the feather boa. It mocked him as
Boa , i have no idea what it truly is actually. I don’t know, I’ve heard it before on TV, so I guess
Boa constrictorrrrrrrr, one day I saw a boa contrictorrrrr! It was long and big and green it was a lean mean green machine that boa contrictorrrrrrrrrrrr! Oh that boa contrictorrrr, tried to kill me, isn’t that silly. BOA CONSTRICCCCTORRRRRRRRRRRR ! Yenno whut im saaaaayin homie g.
constrictor that’s the snake from the movie, the one with Jennifer Lopez, what a nice …. now I’m thinking of a long feather boa. wish my bro would stop smoking it’s so annoying, plus it gets in the AC so I sometimes start
Boa. Hm. It could be a feather boa or a boa constrictor, but I hope you don’t confuse a boa constrictor for a feather boa because then you might never make another mistake in your life. That would be unfortunate. I think that would be my least favorite way to die. Also, snakes aren’t attractive, but feathers are.
Boa constrictors were her greatest fear. She abhorred their soft scales and their amazing strength.
there once was an old lady who lived at the end of my street. i didn’t know much about her. she was in her 80’s i think. but she had this leopar-print boa on her mantle. she must’ve been wild. maybe still is.
it’s a snake. it’s very big? i have no idea anything about a boa. all i know that it’s huge and a snake. and also could be an article of clothing if its a scarf of feathers. i hate snakes they scare me. they are scary looking. i am deathly afraid of them. i used to date a guy in texas named boa. i was in love.
a boa constricter is a very beautiful thing. it is active and strong and the symbol of hope in some cultures. thought to some, it is scary, it is actually not even a dangerous animal. i urge you tot think twice before being scared of a boa constricter.
the boa constrictor became bloated. that mouse was just too big. his stomach hurt. how would he be able to survive if he couldn’t move? this was going to be bad, he just knew it. he shouldn’t have eaten that last mouse. oh no..
she picked up the snake and wrapped it around her throat and let it squeeze. squeeze until she saw colors. squeeze until everything was hazy. squeeze until it all went black. she wanted that snake to squeeze every bit of life out of her because she didn’t want that life anymore. she had no need for it, no desire to hold on to it because she had no one to share it with anymore.
Constricted as she twists around my chest
Laying eggs as if though it was her nest
As I look down to see she is not there
As if it is camouflage she wears
constricted, i laughed at you, lurking in the woods, in the moist ground. you were once my most loved friend. now my most belittled creature, snake, seething and preying on those who are small than you.
“I wish I knew how to get this snake out of my boot!” Woody cried valiantly. But it was always there. Eating him up from the inside. Creating a hollowness that could never be filled by a plethora of voice boxes and empty words. It was only when he found something worth living for that he came alive.
constrictor, reminds the little prince that grown-ups can never see the way kids do, hard to believe that grown-ups were once children. restrictions placed on kids, a hat that isn’t a hat, love and tolerance and the reason something is special even though nothing is special. I beautiful snake, almost a contradictory phrase.
boa constrictor or pink fuzzy feathery boa… i think it has glitter in it too
its the only thing i was waiting to hear from you, how could you not know…
snake. Huge snake that eats small animals. Found in continental Africa. let us find a Boa
boa what the strange word like a constricting snake a boa will wrap itself and envelop your senses cut off your breathing and restrict you. whoa, boa that’s what they do and that’s how they do it. I’m a poet and I didn’t know it
The woman wore a boa. She stared into a puddle on the street, a billboard with her reflection. A splash and it was her youth, the footprint of her lost love.
The enemy took the form of a serpent. It could have been any type of snake – a rattlesnake, copperhead, maybe even a boa – the point is, Satan is crafty and sneaky, like a snake.
Whoa! Look at that boa! I must wear it, I thought. I’m so theatrical and I love to “wear” it. I’m putting on my boa now. Oh how lovely I look. What? What’s going on? It’s a boa constrictor! Leehhaaagh! Here! Here! Take a cookie!
The snake ate the cookie and we both had tea.
boa constrictors are awesome. they kill people though, so thats not nice. feather boas are probably a bit nicer and less deadly. lets say they are better
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constrictor. Tightening and binding. Blinding you’re eyes to its trap. Squeezing you until you drop. Winding. Twisting. Turning. Unknown, which way it goes.
She wore that fur thing around her neck again. It was the ugliest thing i’d ever seen. I loved her with all my heart and soul but did she have to have my grandmother’s taste in clothing?
large non-poisonous snake
constricta boa. reminds me of a time. back then when i was child. so little, so young, so free. like a bird. then came the boa.
this boa constrictor was the size of her head. it swirled back and forth, my vision swimming. what was i supposed to do about it? it was a freaking boa. maybe if it was the popstar boa we could work something out but no. this was a real snake. damn things. that or my mind has lost it from the copious amounts of alcohol consumption…could just be made out of feathers. who knows. i’m going to sleep now.
Keli rolled on the floor with the pink boa. She loved playing with it. All her toys had spilled out and scattered around her gave the impression of her exuberance. It was one of the last pictures I took of her, and by far, my favorite.
Today I heard about how boa owners in Florida let their boas into the wild when they can no longer take care of them. That means that Florida is overrun wild boas. Thank god I don’t live there.
like a snake, you held me. steadfast, barely breathing. my vision blurred in and out between the shine of your eyes and wanting to be the person i was when i was with you, constantly. you held me like the night sky holds the stars. you held me. and i fell head over heels, either way. i fell, and you weren’t there to catch me.
The boa snake’s eyes looked at me with sadistic devilry as I realized my cat had just eaten its last mouse.
Boa is a word that I think about pink and fluffly things, something reminds me of how I was a little kid with a boa around my neck with oversized heels feeling like I was a complete star, and that was my moment. Boa is something that makes you show how good you feel about everything.