Its something that we all do. We clash with each other about meaningless things. We miss the point because we are too busy thinking about our own stuff!
Clashing of the worlds, atomic missles fire from all sides while earthlings retreat to the unnknown outer space to get away from madness. To mars , venus , or mercury? W
clashing is something that is abrassive and runs toether with no way shape or form. it is beautiful and unruly all at the same time. something that helps push and keep things in motion. the natural order and way of being. all things that clash are meant to be in the grand scheme of things.
the clash are a UK punk band. i kind of like them and have one of their albums on vinyl. it’s called combat rock. i got it for under 5 dollars i think.
clash. kinda sounds like cash. and rash. flashing rashing clashing. it makes no sense. this world makes no sense. i need some cash. i start my job next week. i want candy, a ring pop. to clash with my diet muahahha
The sounds pierced our ears and echoed the surrounding area. Glass splintered and shattered, boring deep holes where they found flesh. The steering wheel shaped a bruise in my forehead. Bones were broken, sure enough from bracing ourselves. But in between the wreckage and disaster, I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful it all was. The high cliffs, overlooking the forest canopy from above the guardrail, and the tree that nearly severed the car in two; now splintering major organs. I knew it would all be too late. I looked over, to where I selfishly imagined you in the passenger seat, smiling and dying along with me. But you were safe at home, leaving me long forgotten. I grinned, showing what teeth weren’t ripped out of my skull. You were always so perfect. I can hear the angles singing now. I can see the light…it’s…all…going…dark.
cultures, people not getting each other and resulting in physical and spiritual death all over the world. it’s all we ever seem to do nowadays. how come we only clash and never blend?
i knew that no matter what the word was i would end i writing about my best friend, rea/. we clash. quire often, ac tually. but we love each other. a lot. i miss her right now. are you out there somewhere? i doubt it. even though you cant read this, i want the whole internet to know that i love you. more than ever.
oh how the wind and water stirred
churned in the base of the ragged shoreline
in a matter of minutes the storm would reach land
the two men at the top locked in combat
the clash —
would there even be a victor tonight?
The fire curled from his fist like a contained volcano, and lashed out in an angry snarl, clashing brilliantly with the water she pulled from the lake. He could see the fight in her eyes, and he wasn’t backing down.
Clash. The sound my art makes when I look at it. I clash with my world. You clash with me. The juxtaposition of the two of us is an awkward phenomenon.
the titans battled it for centuries until that fateful day when finally i awoke from my dream. my alarm was buzzing and my sister was yelling at me to wake up. finals were about to take place.
Boom! the swords collide, ringing into the oblivion in vengeful clashing. there is no respite from such violent disagreement. no reconciliation. they are enemies, friendship ended forevermore.
many peoples clothes clash alot
clash rhymes with a word like rash
other rashes are called herpes
which is gross
herpes is cause by sex
use a condom
don’t get aids
or HERPES
ewwwww
nasty skank :D
we clash. he is green, I am red. I am the alpha. But somehow, amid the clash of our lifestyles and personalities, we even each other out. where I lack, he makes up for. clashing doesn’t always mean a bad thing.
Going ninty miles per hour, not paying attention to the road. Racing with an invisible opponent. Running through red lights, turning corners with excellent precision, when all of a sudden, a car comes out of nowhere and the horrible sound of the clash of two cars rings throughout the street.
Clash? Do i really clash? Why do I always listen to the negative things said about me. What do they know anyway. Red goes with anything , really. Right?
of the titans. that was a pretty good movie. “sunshineee!!” zabe is obsessed with that. It rhymes with flash. Reminds me of lightning. And the Greek gods. Zeus especially…that dude with the lightning bolt is pretty damn powerful.
The clash of thunder hit my ears and burst a sea of goosebumps all over my body. I felt the thunder, the rain, the lightning flow through my body. What a rush.
There was a big bang. What was that? A clash, unseen. Who knew it could make such a horribly huge sound, reverbrating off the walls. Everyone looked in shock. Wow.
Clash in divination, the words unknown and the time unset. Curiosity, we live in now, but the repentance of time has not gone unseen. We can’t be bound nor set to code. How can we be here in this torrent? Life fulfilled?
clash, my fucking life story. cant every do anything that i want cuz it “clashes” with everyone elses schedule. and when i dont want to do what they want or cant cuz it clashes i’m the asshole that never spends time with “them” fuck it all!
Clash, bang, bam, zoom. Flying right past you, soaring higher and higher through the sky and filled with love. Music in the sky, the boards are dancing and singing your name beckoning you to fill them with love. Calling you forth to what is your destiny.
The clash made her jump, until she remembered the symbols behind her. She was unused to playing along with the band, and her violin seemed so meek in comparison to their huge brass monsters, but she couldn’t stop thinking that it was so much prettier. Jack looked at her from a few seats up, smiled and winked. She laughed.
It was my turn to be “it.”
I leaned up against a tree.
1… 2… 3… … 50!
I turned around, moving at full speed, not expecting anything to be in my path.
I uh… collided with another tree.
I never did find anyone that day.
At first I thought it read “crash.” I guess because I was so anxious to find out what the word of today would be. But clash is a loaded word. People clash. Friends clash. Cars clash, and crash. I think clash and crash are closer than the mere one letter that separates them.
caressing the night blindly, the stars clash, unable to find me, cradling light to fly away, somewhere there they’ll long to stay…
The brash clash of brass cymbals crashed through the air and slashed through my reverie.
our personalities. both quiet. both indecisive. both over emotional. you annoyed me. i shunned you. damn right. whore.
Its something that we all do. We clash with each other about meaningless things. We miss the point because we are too busy thinking about our own stuff!
Clashing of the worlds, atomic missles fire from all sides while earthlings retreat to the unnknown outer space to get away from madness. To mars , venus , or mercury? W
clashing is something that is abrassive and runs toether with no way shape or form. it is beautiful and unruly all at the same time. something that helps push and keep things in motion. the natural order and way of being. all things that clash are meant to be in the grand scheme of things.
the Clash: the only band that mattered.
smartboards are really cool. I use one every day. They are really good for learning using your hands
You can
With a titanic clash of metal on metal the blades met. This dance had begin ten minutes ago and the vicious opponent had yet to yield.
the clash are a UK punk band. i kind of like them and have one of their albums on vinyl. it’s called combat rock. i got it for under 5 dollars i think.
clash. kinda sounds like cash. and rash. flashing rashing clashing. it makes no sense. this world makes no sense. i need some cash. i start my job next week. i want candy, a ring pop. to clash with my diet muahahha
They looked at her angrily. They had never been disapointed in her before but for some reason something wasn’t working, they had begun to clash.
The sounds pierced our ears and echoed the surrounding area. Glass splintered and shattered, boring deep holes where they found flesh. The steering wheel shaped a bruise in my forehead. Bones were broken, sure enough from bracing ourselves. But in between the wreckage and disaster, I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful it all was. The high cliffs, overlooking the forest canopy from above the guardrail, and the tree that nearly severed the car in two; now splintering major organs. I knew it would all be too late. I looked over, to where I selfishly imagined you in the passenger seat, smiling and dying along with me. But you were safe at home, leaving me long forgotten. I grinned, showing what teeth weren’t ripped out of my skull. You were always so perfect. I can hear the angles singing now. I can see the light…it’s…all…going…dark.
cultures, people not getting each other and resulting in physical and spiritual death all over the world. it’s all we ever seem to do nowadays. how come we only clash and never blend?
clash between people keeps happening all the time. clash of egos, clash of titans and clash of views. it keeps the world going.
clashes and waves, and colors, and swirls. clashes between my eyes and yours slither up like a snake up on a spiral staircase
i knew that no matter what the word was i would end i writing about my best friend, rea/. we clash. quire often, ac tually. but we love each other. a lot. i miss her right now. are you out there somewhere? i doubt it. even though you cant read this, i want the whole internet to know that i love you. more than ever.
oh how the wind and water stirred
churned in the base of the ragged shoreline
in a matter of minutes the storm would reach land
the two men at the top locked in combat
the clash —
would there even be a victor tonight?
The fire curled from his fist like a contained volcano, and lashed out in an angry snarl, clashing brilliantly with the water she pulled from the lake. He could see the fight in her eyes, and he wasn’t backing down.
A clash between relationships is the only thing I can think of. I wonder what that says about me- hopefully nothing potentially significant.
Clash. The sound my art makes when I look at it. I clash with my world. You clash with me. The juxtaposition of the two of us is an awkward phenomenon.
the titans battled it for centuries until that fateful day when finally i awoke from my dream. my alarm was buzzing and my sister was yelling at me to wake up. finals were about to take place.
Boom! the swords collide, ringing into the oblivion in vengeful clashing. there is no respite from such violent disagreement. no reconciliation. they are enemies, friendship ended forevermore.
come to antagonistic feeling; confront
Plans clash. Let’s cooperate, let’s get together. But we’ve got so many different ideas! Democracy!!!!
many peoples clothes clash alot
clash rhymes with a word like rash
other rashes are called herpes
which is gross
herpes is cause by sex
use a condom
don’t get aids
or HERPES
ewwwww
nasty skank :D
we clash. he is green, I am red. I am the alpha. But somehow, amid the clash of our lifestyles and personalities, we even each other out. where I lack, he makes up for. clashing doesn’t always mean a bad thing.
Going ninty miles per hour, not paying attention to the road. Racing with an invisible opponent. Running through red lights, turning corners with excellent precision, when all of a sudden, a car comes out of nowhere and the horrible sound of the clash of two cars rings throughout the street.
Clash? Do i really clash? Why do I always listen to the negative things said about me. What do they know anyway. Red goes with anything , really. Right?
of the titans. that was a pretty good movie. “sunshineee!!” zabe is obsessed with that. It rhymes with flash. Reminds me of lightning. And the Greek gods. Zeus especially…that dude with the lightning bolt is pretty damn powerful.
The clash of thunder hit my ears and burst a sea of goosebumps all over my body. I felt the thunder, the rain, the lightning flow through my body. What a rush.
There was a big bang. What was that? A clash, unseen. Who knew it could make such a horribly huge sound, reverbrating off the walls. Everyone looked in shock. Wow.
hate the word clash. ugly word. it fits though
Clash in divination, the words unknown and the time unset. Curiosity, we live in now, but the repentance of time has not gone unseen. We can’t be bound nor set to code. How can we be here in this torrent? Life fulfilled?
Come with me, I thought he said
But that’s not him anymore, he’s dead
What’s it like to be so free
So free it looks like lost to me
clash, my fucking life story. cant every do anything that i want cuz it “clashes” with everyone elses schedule. and when i dont want to do what they want or cant cuz it clashes i’m the asshole that never spends time with “them” fuck it all!
Clash, bang, bam, zoom. Flying right past you, soaring higher and higher through the sky and filled with love. Music in the sky, the boards are dancing and singing your name beckoning you to fill them with love. Calling you forth to what is your destiny.
The clash made her jump, until she remembered the symbols behind her. She was unused to playing along with the band, and her violin seemed so meek in comparison to their huge brass monsters, but she couldn’t stop thinking that it was so much prettier. Jack looked at her from a few seats up, smiled and winked. She laughed.
It was my turn to be “it.”
I leaned up against a tree.
1… 2… 3… … 50!
I turned around, moving at full speed, not expecting anything to be in my path.
I uh… collided with another tree.
I never did find anyone that day.
At first I thought it read “crash.” I guess because I was so anxious to find out what the word of today would be. But clash is a loaded word. People clash. Friends clash. Cars clash, and crash. I think clash and crash are closer than the mere one letter that separates them.