I need to clip my nails. I chewed most of them down but now they are so jagged they hurt and tear things i dont want to ruin. sometimes i wonder if i drag it across my face will i look different. by my own hands? i wonder…
i’ll go get my hair cut, need to do this, it was long for my sisters wedding, but no one seemed to mind, turned out ok, we’ll see when we get the pictures back from the photographer, he was pretty invasive, but heather should get the shots she wants
maybe if you clip a naked picture of yourself to an e-mailled to me I would believe that you loved me..anything short of that and I know you never cared and never will
Clip.. reminds me of clipping masks in Photoshop
* used to hold stuff together (paper clip)
* in digital audio when volumes are higher than can be allowed
clip clop clip clop clip clop and the horse trotted down the road? clip is a rubbish word. if i was a chipmuk i would be called clip. to piss off chip, because he would totally think i stole his steeze. yeah boy peace. x
I don’t know what happened. It just broke. Like hearts break, it just broke. It held up the part of me that you liked best: my hair. And the sad part is, it broke as soon as the door to the breakfast diner closed. As soon as you left. As if to
send a signal to my tiny little heart, saying “everything falls up. You’re next.”
Clips are moments that come all at once, a barrage of images that last a lifetime in your brain that come at you in nanoseconds. The fast food of footage technology, a clip is a morsel of food on your fork from a meal that is perhaps too big to swallow.
paper clips. they hold paper together.
movie clips. i remember the first movie i saw.
clip up your hair. sensually let it fall down your back. clip your hair for a hair cut.
“Clip, clip, clop”. “What was that sound?” she thought to herself. She felt like she was submerged under a deep ocean, struggling to get to the top. It was so difficult to open her eyes. It was still dark and she couldn’t work out where she was. She remembered leaving the night club with someone …..
clip? thats the word? clip. i think paper clip, and i only use those to clean a smoking device of its resin build-up. a movie or video clip is an entertaining snippet if you aren’t the one that can bare sitting through the whole movie.
There are only fragments of the evening that I remember. Moments of the relationship I like to think about. A period of my life that I think was so great.
The clip in the gun went off. bang bang. into his head. the soldier recoiled and took his gun back. he shot the terrorist. what did he feel? nothing but recoil. brainwashed. to kill. that is the soldier, and that’s all that he thinks of, is killing. he lost everything else, he lost everything in his heart. all he knows
clips hold things together,
sometimes thats all you need,
something to hold all your pieces together so they don’t all fall apart.
loose papers,
held together with a clip.
loose braincells,
why not turn to a clip?
The barrel smoked lightly as he lowered his arm tentatively. The curling gray mist twined in and around itself like a dancing serpent, before slowly fading ethereally back into the shadows.
a paper clip. Im cliped to you like a key chain is to a key. like the key to my heart is cliped to my sleeve. clip like a chip clip holding things together. keeping my insides from spilling out.
There’s a girl at the barn named Cassandra and she has a horse named Clip. He’s a pretty good boy, although he does get into a snit every now and again, kicks, bucks, stops dead in his tracks. . .
a clip of what? a video clip? a clip clop barbershop?
clip. short and sounds cool. like a short musician.
today he clipped me off.
clip.
i used to wear hair clips every day.
he liked it.
The paper clip was sitting on the edge of the table – dangling, really, dangerously. It made me want to sit on the edge of my mothers crystal clear california pool. It was raining here. No, not just raining. Monsooning. Large pools of rain falling from the air drenching me before I even stepped outside.
if our lifes are movies
then our days are clips
some short, some long
but all are not the same
each clip is either sad or happy
and a movie can ply be enjoyed
if you watch all the clips
She wanted to clip it ALL OFF! I was in 5th grade and she thought cutting all of my hair off would be a good choice. I got so much crap for that haircut…I looked like a microphone head. I tried to style it different ways, put barrettes in it, spray it flat to my head, everything, but to no avail did my hair want to engulf everything around it. UGH!
He noticed the clip in his daughter’s hair, which was just like the clip he so lovingly put in her hair in the morning before preschool, except that in the middle of the clip there was now a fly as if stuck in amber, a fly that could not have been placed there, except by extraordinary means.
cut hair nails and wings. you can cut up anything. clip out photos of your old man and throw them in the garbage can. cut them to shreds and rip out the seams. clips and shreds of everything you once knew! and loved, now all gone to the skies above.. in a mess of dust, and ash and residue. clip clip clip… i’ve cut out you!
I took my hair clip out, staring intently at the bathroom mirror. Everything depended on me looking perfect- uite a hard task, in all hoesty. I repositioned the clip in my hair, willing it to fall into place. Of course, it didn’t. I sighed and took it back- I was gonna be in here a long time.
the paper clip, a movie clip! however is is used it describes something! a way of holding something together or a way of portraying a peice of motion beauty discovered by the creator. A paper Clip is the most commonly stolen piee of stationery in the world.
clip was a place invented by no one, but by everyone. the zeitgeist of a million years of human evolution forshadowed by those type of people that are never right but always thing they are convincing you they are saying only 100 years of city evoluton built this place. it is magical.
She took off the hair clip and her beautiful long hair dropped from her head like a waterfall. It was such a refreshing look, and it was as if a hidden angel has spread its wings, ready to fly.
The clip was expired and he knew that the cop had 3 rounds left. There was nothing to think about.
He ran with all of his might strait at the crooked cop. If he was was going to die, it was going to be as a man.
Clip
Clip clop clip clop like the horse that my mom valued more then me.
Clip clop clip like the paper clip my ex boyfriend used to keep the powdered H in little plastic bags, that he valued more then me.
Clip of a sharp tongue, clip of a paper, snip of my hair, snip.
I need to clip my nails. I chewed most of them down but now they are so jagged they hurt and tear things i dont want to ruin. sometimes i wonder if i drag it across my face will i look different. by my own hands? i wonder…
PENIS WHOOOOO BA
i’ll go get my hair cut, need to do this, it was long for my sisters wedding, but no one seemed to mind, turned out ok, we’ll see when we get the pictures back from the photographer, he was pretty invasive, but heather should get the shots she wants
hair, tie, down, together, binding, seperate, clone and burdensome.
maybe if you clip a naked picture of yourself to an e-mailled to me I would believe that you loved me..anything short of that and I know you never cared and never will
hair silky shampoo black clip, emo hairstyle mean guys teasing boohoo parents dont care so watever sniff sniff
Clip.. reminds me of clipping masks in Photoshop
* used to hold stuff together (paper clip)
* in digital audio when volumes are higher than can be allowed
those are a few things that come to mind
clip clop clip clop clip clop and the horse trotted down the road? clip is a rubbish word. if i was a chipmuk i would be called clip. to piss off chip, because he would totally think i stole his steeze. yeah boy peace. x
I don’t know what happened. It just broke. Like hearts break, it just broke. It held up the part of me that you liked best: my hair. And the sad part is, it broke as soon as the door to the breakfast diner closed. As soon as you left. As if to
send a signal to my tiny little heart, saying “everything falls up. You’re next.”
Clips are moments that come all at once, a barrage of images that last a lifetime in your brain that come at you in nanoseconds. The fast food of footage technology, a clip is a morsel of food on your fork from a meal that is perhaps too big to swallow.
paper clips. they hold paper together.
movie clips. i remember the first movie i saw.
clip up your hair. sensually let it fall down your back. clip your hair for a hair cut.
“Clip, clip, clop”. “What was that sound?” she thought to herself. She felt like she was submerged under a deep ocean, struggling to get to the top. It was so difficult to open her eyes. It was still dark and she couldn’t work out where she was. She remembered leaving the night club with someone …..
clip? thats the word? clip. i think paper clip, and i only use those to clean a smoking device of its resin build-up. a movie or video clip is an entertaining snippet if you aren’t the one that can bare sitting through the whole movie.
There are only fragments of the evening that I remember. Moments of the relationship I like to think about. A period of my life that I think was so great.
The clip in the gun went off. bang bang. into his head. the soldier recoiled and took his gun back. he shot the terrorist. what did he feel? nothing but recoil. brainwashed. to kill. that is the soldier, and that’s all that he thinks of, is killing. he lost everything else, he lost everything in his heart. all he knows
video. short. paper. war and firearms. gangsters in the slums empty the clip into the enemy which earns respect mainly by fear from rivals.
clips hold things together,
sometimes thats all you need,
something to hold all your pieces together so they don’t all fall apart.
loose papers,
held together with a clip.
loose braincells,
why not turn to a clip?
a clip of life fades as fast as a high
on to the next slide
frame after frame then only fragments remain
this is how memories and life is sustained
The barrel smoked lightly as he lowered his arm tentatively. The curling gray mist twined in and around itself like a dancing serpent, before slowly fading ethereally back into the shadows.
a paper clip. Im cliped to you like a key chain is to a key. like the key to my heart is cliped to my sleeve. clip like a chip clip holding things together. keeping my insides from spilling out.
Clip me to your heart – like a pinned broach or a huge sign. I want to go where you go and see what you see. I never want to leave your side my love.
He said he loved your hair clip; not you.
There’s a girl at the barn named Cassandra and she has a horse named Clip. He’s a pretty good boy, although he does get into a snit every now and again, kicks, bucks, stops dead in his tracks. . .
i cut off my hair once, it hurt less than it hurt to clip my balls off.
a clip of what? a video clip? a clip clop barbershop?
clip. short and sounds cool. like a short musician.
today he clipped me off.
clip.
i used to wear hair clips every day.
he liked it.
clip it to your hair, pretty girl
clip the hair away from your face
maybe then he’ll see your eyes
paper…steel…goes with board…magazine for a gun…to hit slightly…a small piece of movie film…to remove something (as in coupon)…
The paper clip was sitting on the edge of the table – dangling, really, dangerously. It made me want to sit on the edge of my mothers crystal clear california pool. It was raining here. No, not just raining. Monsooning. Large pools of rain falling from the air drenching me before I even stepped outside.
It was one of those kinds of days.
if our lifes are movies
then our days are clips
some short, some long
but all are not the same
each clip is either sad or happy
and a movie can ply be enjoyed
if you watch all the clips
She wanted to clip it ALL OFF! I was in 5th grade and she thought cutting all of my hair off would be a good choice. I got so much crap for that haircut…I looked like a microphone head. I tried to style it different ways, put barrettes in it, spray it flat to my head, everything, but to no avail did my hair want to engulf everything around it. UGH!
He noticed the clip in his daughter’s hair, which was just like the clip he so lovingly put in her hair in the morning before preschool, except that in the middle of the clip there was now a fly as if stuck in amber, a fly that could not have been placed there, except by extraordinary means.
cut hair nails and wings. you can cut up anything. clip out photos of your old man and throw them in the garbage can. cut them to shreds and rip out the seams. clips and shreds of everything you once knew! and loved, now all gone to the skies above.. in a mess of dust, and ash and residue. clip clip clip… i’ve cut out you!
I took my hair clip out, staring intently at the bathroom mirror. Everything depended on me looking perfect- uite a hard task, in all hoesty. I repositioned the clip in my hair, willing it to fall into place. Of course, it didn’t. I sighed and took it back- I was gonna be in here a long time.
the paper clip, a movie clip! however is is used it describes something! a way of holding something together or a way of portraying a peice of motion beauty discovered by the creator. A paper Clip is the most commonly stolen piee of stationery in the world.
clip loaded. fear rising. enemy across desert town awaits my arrival. sweat pouring from 100 pounds of equipment on my back
clip was a place invented by no one, but by everyone. the zeitgeist of a million years of human evolution forshadowed by those type of people that are never right but always thing they are convincing you they are saying only 100 years of city evoluton built this place. it is magical.
empty clip fired out all the shots into the face of demacracy yeah the gun’s registered! so clip the paperwork to your golf tie.
clip is a nice thing but its about film and i like it its need to do films and clip is a film its all about it bye bye bye bye bye bye bye
She took off the hair clip and her beautiful long hair dropped from her head like a waterfall. It was such a refreshing look, and it was as if a hidden angel has spread its wings, ready to fly.