I think of um lol a cannon in roleplays like they are people already made up and then I think about pirates like lol oh god they’re going to shoot us with this big ass fucking cannons run bitch mother fucking runnn I don’t know what the point of this website is why in the fuck am I typing about a cannon this is dumb really dumb.
Cannon. Boom. bang. Wounds. Hurt. Pain. Defense. It all comes down to this. Violence. There is no other answer to come to accept violence. We try to bring out the best in people. But this what we get. Not so optimistic, eh?
camera. or possible a sort of gun thingy that was used in wars, old time wars. cannon balls like the jummp into water. and they were used in forts like in the olden times. not as poopular now. but the camera is and a really nice camera company
the cannon shot the human out. he went far into space and landed on a planet. the planet was inhabited with many creatures and things not familiar to the man. the man’s name was joseph and he was a salesman for a prestigious company.
The cannon blows. My life is over. I don’t know how to handle this. The cannon blows right through me. His body is the canon. His words are the amo. My body is the damage. It’s over. And Life will not go on. Not without him. Not without my true love.
i think about wars and history. people getting hurt and killing. cannon is violence and loud. it is a murderer and i breaks families apart. cannon is a loud hard bully that kills. cold and metal
one shot, one word it’s hard to really talk about a single word. i’m not even sure what to write. one word can’t describe life, it can’t describe an individual. we encompass so many different identities with in us – it’s impossible to just write a single word.
there is a cannon in my eyes
one where it shot through your heart
the cannon through your soul has shot back around and into my heart
the pain i caused i feel it now
the cannon misfires and i look the nerve
this is where the places belong and where the cannon misses aren’t as strong.
It’s a weapon. A quite effective one at that. Irvington is where a man lived who wrote about a ghost who had his head blasted off by a cannon. I liked his stories. Especially on Wish Bone.
when a cannon is fired, its not only a loud sound but its explosive. once it dissipates, you have a cloud of smoke. it leaves behind a sulfuric scent and a death moan in its wake.
the cannons were going off all around her, the din deafening. What could she possibly be doing in a place so terrifying.
then she remembered her duty. It was to service the men of this militia. PUtting on a brave face she resumed her place inside the hospital tent, fully aware of the danger awaiting outside, and the brave men charged in her care.
my heart shot into the air like a cannon, with direction, but released into the air with a destination, sometimes unknown. i loved him, i didn’t know where that would land me.jennife
The 21 gun salute
In 3s and 7s they were arranged
The widow sat there adorn not with a veil
For she wanted all
to see
to feel
to clearly hear
the sound and sight
of her tears
the blast of even cannons
all 21 of them
could not compare
to the impact of a single tear
People pull on the rungs of the ship. I don’t even think before I’m shouted at to move, cannon fodder is added, it’s almost me. We’ve ran out of cannon balls, we’re in trouble.
They go BOOM. and are very loud. Pirates use them. I like Pirates. They are much better than ninjas. Pirates at least have a sense of humor. Tyr cracking a joke with a ninja and you will soon not have a face. Just like if a cannon was shot at your head! full circle, yes!!
A cannon shot. My head jerked up. my heart rate accelerating as the wall of the building nextdoor was blasted apart. “I love you,” i said suddenly. and we kissed as we were blown to pieces.
cannon is something from which balls are short which are used for destruction but they can also be used for amusement in carnival where stunt men are shot for fun into vats of ice cream or the like for popular amusement. It’s usually associated with huge stuff.. like a cannon size boo
The cannon shone brightly at the top of the hill, sunlight glinting off its metallic structure. The open end was shielded from view, pointed not toward the group gathering below but toward the trees and bushes on the opposite end of the field.
faster than a cannonball, faster than the speed of light. everything passes, everything changes. everything that’s left behind, never returns. i’ll see you in the future, cheers, goodbye.
“It’s a fucking cannon man!” he shouts.
“Cannon?” Sllick replies, “this six shooter here is my most trusted companion, show him some respect muchacho”
He shifts the revolver to his left hand . . .his death dealing hand, and waits for the arrival of the bastard who is going to feel it’s full brunt.
black cannons about the white dunes in a spectacular array. They sprawl about their bones, with the things that sink beneath the murky waters that froth against the shore. Among these are our dead
immediately the thought jumps into my skull of the love cannon, I cannot get the image of a burgeoning pole pertruding from the hedges, yuck, the thought is mildly unpleasant. Surely this word could instill different imagery but unfortunately for me today I am at work and so can think of nothing but that of what I cannot do.
i shot the cannon at the rebels, but nothing seemed to stop them, and again and again. I can see that we were facing defet right in the eyes, at this second I thought of my family, my home, my children, my mother and brothers, and I just hoped that they would let me survive for just one more day.
It was the sound of the cannon that woke me up. It was midnight, as dark as ever. The air was humid and heavy and i felt a drop of sweat drop from my forehead.
shoot bomb ball smoke gunpowder pirates ships old time wood war fights sails castles grey aim death destroy bam
I think of um lol a cannon in roleplays like they are people already made up and then I think about pirates like lol oh god they’re going to shoot us with this big ass fucking cannons run bitch mother fucking runnn I don’t know what the point of this website is why in the fuck am I typing about a cannon this is dumb really dumb.
Cannon. Boom. bang. Wounds. Hurt. Pain. Defense. It all comes down to this. Violence. There is no other answer to come to accept violence. We try to bring out the best in people. But this what we get. Not so optimistic, eh?
well i have a cannon camera. it’s pretty great :) i love it. it takes great pictures. :D
camera. or possible a sort of gun thingy that was used in wars, old time wars. cannon balls like the jummp into water. and they were used in forts like in the olden times. not as poopular now. but the camera is and a really nice camera company
the cannon shot the human out. he went far into space and landed on a planet. the planet was inhabited with many creatures and things not familiar to the man. the man’s name was joseph and he was a salesman for a prestigious company.
The cannon blows. My life is over. I don’t know how to handle this. The cannon blows right through me. His body is the canon. His words are the amo. My body is the damage. It’s over. And Life will not go on. Not without him. Not without my true love.
i think about wars and history. people getting hurt and killing. cannon is violence and loud. it is a murderer and i breaks families apart. cannon is a loud hard bully that kills. cold and metal
Cannon goes flying through the air. A symbol for war. A metal ball willing to destroy anything in its path. When will it it stop?
one shot, one word it’s hard to really talk about a single word. i’m not even sure what to write. one word can’t describe life, it can’t describe an individual. we encompass so many different identities with in us – it’s impossible to just write a single word.
Cannon ball, on the top of the hill, yet its moving fast, down the hill just rolling, rolling and rolling so fast with, its big black hard shell.
there is a cannon in my eyes
one where it shot through your heart
the cannon through your soul has shot back around and into my heart
the pain i caused i feel it now
the cannon misfires and i look the nerve
this is where the places belong and where the cannon misses aren’t as strong.
He saw the shadow, large and looming. It lay in 30 feet of azure liquid.
It’s a weapon. A quite effective one at that. Irvington is where a man lived who wrote about a ghost who had his head blasted off by a cannon. I liked his stories. Especially on Wish Bone.
when a cannon is fired, its not only a loud sound but its explosive. once it dissipates, you have a cloud of smoke. it leaves behind a sulfuric scent and a death moan in its wake.
the cannons were going off all around her, the din deafening. What could she possibly be doing in a place so terrifying.
then she remembered her duty. It was to service the men of this militia. PUtting on a brave face she resumed her place inside the hospital tent, fully aware of the danger awaiting outside, and the brave men charged in her care.
my heart shot into the air like a cannon, with direction, but released into the air with a destination, sometimes unknown. i loved him, i didn’t know where that would land me.jennife
The 21 gun salute
In 3s and 7s they were arranged
The widow sat there adorn not with a veil
For she wanted all
to see
to feel
to clearly hear
the sound and sight
of her tears
the blast of even cannons
all 21 of them
could not compare
to the impact of a single tear
People pull on the rungs of the ship. I don’t even think before I’m shouted at to move, cannon fodder is added, it’s almost me. We’ve ran out of cannon balls, we’re in trouble.
Like my brother, a backyard quarterback. Going long.
They go BOOM. and are very loud. Pirates use them. I like Pirates. They are much better than ninjas. Pirates at least have a sense of humor. Tyr cracking a joke with a ninja and you will soon not have a face. Just like if a cannon was shot at your head! full circle, yes!!
a big thing that shoots big metal balls. a war machine. a gun.
My mind is one big cannon. Just waiting to be set off and destroy not only everyone around it but also it’s self. And no one but I know of it.
When the cannon boomed, I stumbled, caught off guard. It had started. The war that I had seen c
A cannon shot. My head jerked up. my heart rate accelerating as the wall of the building nextdoor was blasted apart. “I love you,” i said suddenly. and we kissed as we were blown to pieces.
cannons blast, but I don’t run fast
enough to miss the crash
fire crack boom
hate blasts
The cannon roared on either side of the valley. The Light Brigade rode down between the two. It was suicidal but none of them knew.
cannons aren’t the destruction that ends people’s lives. its the people who control those cannons. Measures of destruction
cannon is something from which balls are short which are used for destruction but they can also be used for amusement in carnival where stunt men are shot for fun into vats of ice cream or the like for popular amusement. It’s usually associated with huge stuff.. like a cannon size boo
The cannon shone brightly at the top of the hill, sunlight glinting off its metallic structure. The open end was shielded from view, pointed not toward the group gathering below but toward the trees and bushes on the opposite end of the field.
faster than a cannonball, faster than the speed of light. everything passes, everything changes. everything that’s left behind, never returns. i’ll see you in the future, cheers, goodbye.
I feel the pain of a scrape. I feel the joy in seeing a breath taking look of one. I feel God. Mysterous and majestic. I want to seeone
“It’s a fucking cannon man!” he shouts.
“Cannon?” Sllick replies, “this six shooter here is my most trusted companion, show him some respect muchacho”
He shifts the revolver to his left hand . . .his death dealing hand, and waits for the arrival of the bastard who is going to feel it’s full brunt.
the cannon sang not for thee, but for thy blood.
beautiful, gap, a scence i want to see. God gave us a pretty thing to look at. It is breath taking. Adventures are waiting
Large and in charge, like a cannon ready to fire. That’s how she led her life. Not in the physical sense, but in the essential way of her being.
black cannons about the white dunes in a spectacular array. They sprawl about their bones, with the things that sink beneath the murky waters that froth against the shore. Among these are our dead
immediately the thought jumps into my skull of the love cannon, I cannot get the image of a burgeoning pole pertruding from the hedges, yuck, the thought is mildly unpleasant. Surely this word could instill different imagery but unfortunately for me today I am at work and so can think of nothing but that of what I cannot do.
i shot the cannon at the rebels, but nothing seemed to stop them, and again and again. I can see that we were facing defet right in the eyes, at this second I thought of my family, my home, my children, my mother and brothers, and I just hoped that they would let me survive for just one more day.
It was the sound of the cannon that woke me up. It was midnight, as dark as ever. The air was humid and heavy and i felt a drop of sweat drop from my forehead.