Heaven didn’t ask for this to happen. The battle between our worlds was contrived of mortals, and nobody knew it would turn out this way. She died without me, but i was looking for her. She died alone, and I couldn’t stop them. All this power, and I could not even save her life.
the clash is a band that my friend who is a bit wierd like. they reminds me of england, because of london calling. the clash are a print on a cool t-shirt i like
The clash of the titans, a new film out this years staring that guy from Avatar. Lots of CGI and bad acting, not seen it myself, looks pants. I hope they didnt spend to much cash on that clash.
Of course, we charged towards each other again, and clashed. Our horses understanding the seriousness of this situation.Back and forth we charged again.
back and forth. This was not another of our practice games.
We were friends. But this was a life or death situation. We win, we live. We lose, we die.
A battle to the DEATH
In the end. it shows you that. Not all friends are so caring enough. We were tired, this armor was heavy. This was my chance to be dubbed Knight. I’d toss a friend at any time to win that title. I deserved this. This was my chance.
With a final scream, my sword pierced through the air, and into his heart.
I did it. I won. I was now the Last, and final Kingt of the Order.
The urge between the two sent electricity clashing against each other. Their eyes locked on as they clunched against their weapons, waiting for the attack from the other to start the battle.
The force between the two clashed like monster trucks at a convention. Feelings went wild as their eyes locked on to each other, emotions flew like fire crackers on fourth of July. This was love.
Two cars came travelling down the road. Symbols smashing. Sound waves shattering. Drummers breaking my ear cavity. Delight and ecstasy of live music, the energy it flows through me like a wave of foamy, salty sea.
we were always like that. a kiss and a slap. we were always going to clash. but we both just kept coming back for more. until my lips were raw. and your face was red.
My sisters and I always clashed. They were the award winning athletic ones and i was the girl who made straight As, didn’t get along with our parents, and won academic awards. I don’t know, but i think I like how my life turned out better.
the two wolves had both spotted and chased the same rabbit. it had long run away, but the wolves hated the competition. they bit each other and slashed with their sharp claws, with the intention of killing.
We clashed as one, opposing sides
Interrogated and degraded
But I understood
Why couldn’t they see?
There’s no use pretending
There’s no use building a wall
Because it will just fall down again.
Clash! Im going to clash into you. Bing bang boom Clash. I dropped the stupid fricken vase. Oh wait thats crash not clash oh well. CLASH! Those shoes clash with that outfit.
the clash of the titans is the biggest clash the Earth has ever seen ever since the clash of the pre-historic Dinosaurs. The Clash ended with the clash of AmanRa in Egypt.
As the Gods looked down from their high mountains with stormy eyes a great sea of foul and horrid things poured from the cracks in the ruined earth and begin their assault.
why clash again? i don’t like this word. It reminds me of…well, clashing. crashing. death. it reminds me of that stormy night that changed my life forever. it reminds me of the long, windy road ahead of me; the one that put me in this chair.
I stared at her from across the room, my former pretense of fiddling with my notes idly and morbidly abandoned. And honestly, who wouldn’t? The glaring neon yellow of her dress, combined with the faded pink of her hair, could have appeared on a television makeover show–a “What Not to Wear” before-story in the flesh.
Clash. One must think what “clash” really means. Could it be a conflict, or a collision of some form? Or an epic and titanic battle between adversaries? Maybe. It could be all of these things really.
It was the clash of her newborn optimism with her previous negative lifestyle that made it difficult for her to move on. But for the first time in years she felt alive, with numerous possibilities opening up, even though the conflict inside her prevailed, constructing a deeply contradictory personality.
It was the clash of her newborn optimism with her previous negative lifestyle that made it difficult for her to move on. But for the first time in years she felt alive, with numerous possibilities opening up, even though the conflict in her prevailed, constructing a deeply contradictory personality.
yeah, pretty much what’s happening right now in my brain. and i’m not talking about the kinda clash that you hear some shitty dj playing at dna lounge. i’m talking about being torn in my heart–opinions and emotions clashing.
Clash of the titans, is a new movie on theater. It’s about a war between Gods. It’s an epic movie, and action is a lot to be seen in this movie. Clash means fight. A very big fight. It’s a good movie. You have to watch it. Recomended.
to clash is to not work together. clashing is friction; intensity can abound and so can passion. why do we clash? why should things not work together? not belong?
An attack. A confusion.
I stand there, unsure of what I am looking at anymore. No longer does it resemble what was once there, standing tall, strong. Now it is simply rubble and debri floating into the distance.
They had always clashed, from the moment amber had been born she had resented her. With her perfect blonde hair and blue eyes, the apple of their parents eye.
Heaven didn’t ask for this to happen. The battle between our worlds was contrived of mortals, and nobody knew it would turn out this way. She died without me, but i was looking for her. She died alone, and I couldn’t stop them. All this power, and I could not even save her life.
the clash is a band that my friend who is a bit wierd like. they reminds me of england, because of london calling. the clash are a print on a cool t-shirt i like
we clashed, but together, we still worked out. sometimes, differences is what makes it interesting, and you and I proved that better than anyone.
Sometimes my mind,
clashes with the reality I find,
so I can not be kind,
with the realities i am faced with.
The clash of the titans, a new film out this years staring that guy from Avatar. Lots of CGI and bad acting, not seen it myself, looks pants. I hope they didnt spend to much cash on that clash.
our needs clash, and i’m left the constant loser. i concede to you; i concede to him; i concede to life. just let me live in peace.
Of course, we charged towards each other again, and clashed. Our horses understanding the seriousness of this situation.Back and forth we charged again.
back and forth. This was not another of our practice games.
We were friends. But this was a life or death situation. We win, we live. We lose, we die.
A battle to the DEATH
In the end. it shows you that. Not all friends are so caring enough. We were tired, this armor was heavy. This was my chance to be dubbed Knight. I’d toss a friend at any time to win that title. I deserved this. This was my chance.
With a final scream, my sword pierced through the air, and into his heart.
I did it. I won. I was now the Last, and final Kingt of the Order.
Clash flash!
‘Cause this will be something you’ve never seen before!
I swear to you,
When we meet it will be a
Clash of personality
Overwhelming
obesity is a menace, destructive against your health, enabling you to dig an early grave for yourself.
The urge between the two sent electricity clashing against each other. Their eyes locked on as they clunched against their weapons, waiting for the attack from the other to start the battle.
The force between the two clashed like monster trucks at a convention. Feelings went wild as their eyes locked on to each other, emotions flew like fire crackers on fourth of July. This was love.
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my school timetable always clash with beautiful things. but with you, its never enough…
Two cars came travelling down the road. Symbols smashing. Sound waves shattering. Drummers breaking my ear cavity. Delight and ecstasy of live music, the energy it flows through me like a wave of foamy, salty sea.
we were always like that. a kiss and a slap. we were always going to clash. but we both just kept coming back for more. until my lips were raw. and your face was red.
conflict, disagreement they clashed. its been going to happen in a long time finally the threshold was reached.
My sisters and I always clashed. They were the award winning athletic ones and i was the girl who made straight As, didn’t get along with our parents, and won academic awards. I don’t know, but i think I like how my life turned out better.
the two wolves had both spotted and chased the same rabbit. it had long run away, but the wolves hated the competition. they bit each other and slashed with their sharp claws, with the intention of killing.
We clashed as one, opposing sides
Interrogated and degraded
But I understood
Why couldn’t they see?
There’s no use pretending
There’s no use building a wall
Because it will just fall down again.
Clash! Im going to clash into you. Bing bang boom Clash. I dropped the stupid fricken vase. Oh wait thats crash not clash oh well. CLASH! Those shoes clash with that outfit.
the clash of the titans is the biggest clash the Earth has ever seen ever since the clash of the pre-historic Dinosaurs. The Clash ended with the clash of AmanRa in Egypt.
As the Gods looked down from their high mountains with stormy eyes a great sea of foul and horrid things poured from the cracks in the ruined earth and begin their assault.
why clash again? i don’t like this word. It reminds me of…well, clashing. crashing. death. it reminds me of that stormy night that changed my life forever. it reminds me of the long, windy road ahead of me; the one that put me in this chair.
I stared at her from across the room, my former pretense of fiddling with my notes idly and morbidly abandoned. And honestly, who wouldn’t? The glaring neon yellow of her dress, combined with the faded pink of her hair, could have appeared on a television makeover show–a “What Not to Wear” before-story in the flesh.
fight
god vs devil
good vs evil
war
maddness
pandemonium
hurt
pain
wounds
dissagreemens
How can we be possible when our thoughts clash so much? We clash in thinking but not in feeling… How is it possible that we blend so well?
Clash. One must think what “clash” really means. Could it be a conflict, or a collision of some form? Or an epic and titanic battle between adversaries? Maybe. It could be all of these things really.
clash bang, speakers booming. Outside she waits in the cold, empty car. It’s dark. There’s rain. Clash, bang.
It was the clash of her newborn optimism with her previous negative lifestyle that made it difficult for her to move on. But for the first time in years she felt alive, with numerous possibilities opening up, even though the conflict inside her prevailed, constructing a deeply contradictory personality.
It was the clash of her newborn optimism with her previous negative lifestyle that made it difficult for her to move on. But for the first time in years she felt alive, with numerous possibilities opening up, even though the conflict in her prevailed, constructing a deeply contradictory personality.
clash.splash.wash.cash.ash?not a dash.
yeah, pretty much what’s happening right now in my brain. and i’m not talking about the kinda clash that you hear some shitty dj playing at dna lounge. i’m talking about being torn in my heart–opinions and emotions clashing.
Clash of the titans, is a new movie on theater. It’s about a war between Gods. It’s an epic movie, and action is a lot to be seen in this movie. Clash means fight. A very big fight. It’s a good movie. You have to watch it. Recomended.
to clash is to not work together. clashing is friction; intensity can abound and so can passion. why do we clash? why should things not work together? not belong?
An attack. A confusion.
I stand there, unsure of what I am looking at anymore. No longer does it resemble what was once there, standing tall, strong. Now it is simply rubble and debri floating into the distance.
a clash of the cymbals and a whiff of the mint leaves. never has waking up been this good.
They had always clashed, from the moment amber had been born she had resented her. With her perfect blonde hair and blue eyes, the apple of their parents eye.
The storm clouds met with a clash of beautiful lightning and thunder. It was pretty awesome.
clash rhymes with rash, as does dash! clash went the rat with a rash, the rat then did a dash towards the cash and the ash!
Eruption of violence and anger come together for the sole purpose of destruction. Nothing survives.