The clip in her hair was as ugly as her dress. It really looked like she fished it out of the garbage dump. I hoped she wouldn’t give it to me as a token of a lady’s gratitude.
a clip of hair that goes from head to toe make warmth throughout the body. all i live for in this world is a lock of hair clipped from the head of art class girl who isn’t even in my art class but across the hall. i gaze at her and she is beautiful.
uwsusally what u see in a movie, could be a cartoon clip or from a newspaper generally from a movie good clips paerclips and hair clips both essentialy serve the same purpose.
I like to use paper clips from time to time. Although they do get cramped and break off. I don’t have any problems with the plastic clips, but I really prefer the metal one.
a clip is a piece of something or a metal object that holds something together. It can be part of a movie or a glimpse of your life. It can also be what you call a sample of hair. You can use them to cut your garden or anger your spouse
Twisted little piece of metal binding together papers and folds of my life llike a tiny little hand. These bends and folds in your body turn to make you strong. We wish we could find your bendability in our lives but you are the most resiliant
Stacked high along the outside of the trench were magazines smelling of fresh fired bullets, 50mm rounds, ten in each pack. No way to turn with mortars flying fast overhead, I crashed low and hugged my gun tight, hoping for the best.
She gave me a hair clip the day we met. It was morning, people were around. She put it along with some paper in my hair, made it look like a bow. I didn’t care, I was with her, she was with me. It was all I ever wanted, anyway. A bow and a clip tied us together.
paper clip. holds documents together. papers pappers clippedy clippedy clip. paper clip reminds me of x-c. our tags would be pinned to our uniforms with paper
Clip my split ends off, they are way past due. Clip the moments you remember most and store them somewhere safe inside your head. Clip newspapers. Clippings of toe nails.
I clipped a picture of you onto my post board and everyday I’d get up to leave I’d look at it until one day I couldn’t stand it anymore and ripped it off the board and tore it into pieces and threw the pieces into the air and let them shower down on me, and in that instant you were gone for good.
i clipped the pager on to my waist and headed out the door. It was chilly. almost too chilly for november weather, but then again, chicago is infamously chilly. I looked to my right and saw him heading towards me. I turned down an ally.
I can’t take this anymore, she said. It hurts too much to be around you and not be free. He simply looked on and continued his silence. She turned around and walked away, gently removing her clip.
So there’s this hair clip that I have and I wear it basically every day. It doesn’t matter to me that one of the legs of it is broken; it does it’s job of keeping the hair from my face. But one day he smiled and reached up to my head. I ducked out of the way, but his hand followed and rested on the clip. “It looks like a heart,” he said. I smiled and since then I’ve worn it every single day.
She clipped it onto her belt and began to un-clip another instrument, digging her foot harder into the rock just in case. This wasn’t time for mistakes. This was the time to make it to the top, to achieve what she’d been dreaming about since she’d gone into remisison, to prove to everyone she was capable.
It burned, the metal tearing at the flesh in such a manner that scent the smell of fire and scorched skin all the way from the wound on his forearm to his battered and broken nose still dripping blood. Who’d have thought that someone would pull a gun?
i found a paperclip on the sidewalk. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. What had it been on? What was it holding together? It was blue, light blue and huge. Almost the size of my finger. Maybe it’d fallen off someone’s paper, or just dropped out of their pocket. Who knows?
THE CLIP HAD NO INHIBITIONS ABOUT TAKING THIS TERRIBLY YELLOW PIECE OF CLOTH OUT FOR AN ABSOLUTELY DELICIOUS DOLLOP OF GREEN SODA,IT WAS FESSTOONED IN THE LATEST FASHIONS OF CHINA
clip. a piece of information or picture that reminds you of something bigger. a memory clip that takes you to a place you may never be able to go in reality. a small piece of heaven that you hold on to with all your might and it will unceasingly give you hope.
My grandfather’s word for what my grandmother would do to him when he left his wallet lying around. He nicknamed her “Mooch” because of it. She would answer to the name, like she’d been born to it, and laugh about his complaining over being “clipped”.
the clip in her hair came loose as she raced against the train; the air was thick with humidity and fear. her lungs screamed and grasped at what dry air there was. She most likely was making the biggest mistake of her life; but it didn’t matter..just as long as he was safe.
word is aa word about the number one or it is just a word which when explained can talk about the last word or the first word on a subect that you begin to think about and it is a powerful word or not, it may make the world turn and listen if it makes a lot of sense or not and it could be just a nonsense word or the last word on cobert or just a word from a diferent language
she fastens the hair clip into place,
and dusts her skin with powder
rests her eyes on the things
scattered across her make up table,
and finally comes across his heart
tied up in an awkward ribbon
clumsily pushed into an ornamental box
still beating a little
CLIP MY HAR
Effin hair clip. How come these things break so easily?
The clip in her hair was as ugly as her dress. It really looked like she fished it out of the garbage dump. I hoped she wouldn’t give it to me as a token of a lady’s gratitude.
There once was a lonely paper clip. He had no real home.
a clip of hair that goes from head to toe make warmth throughout the body. all i live for in this world is a lock of hair clipped from the head of art class girl who isn’t even in my art class but across the hall. i gaze at her and she is beautiful.
uwsusally what u see in a movie, could be a cartoon clip or from a newspaper generally from a movie good clips paerclips and hair clips both essentialy serve the same purpose.
I like to use paper clips from time to time. Although they do get cramped and break off. I don’t have any problems with the plastic clips, but I really prefer the metal one.
I came out to see a steaming pile of horse shit and all I could hear was the clip clop of horse hooves and I swear chuckling…
whatttt da fu
a paper clip, a metal fastener, a fastened used in your hair, something with springs attached to make it work,
a clip is a piece of something or a metal object that holds something together. It can be part of a movie or a glimpse of your life. It can also be what you call a sample of hair. You can use them to cut your garden or anger your spouse
Twisted little piece of metal binding together papers and folds of my life llike a tiny little hand. These bends and folds in your body turn to make you strong. We wish we could find your bendability in our lives but you are the most resiliant
I will just clip along typing random thoughts
Paper Clip.
You are everything that I despise.
You are the conformity.
You are the pain
of my everyday life
of my problems
or my stress.
Stacked high along the outside of the trench were magazines smelling of fresh fired bullets, 50mm rounds, ten in each pack. No way to turn with mortars flying fast overhead, I crashed low and hugged my gun tight, hoping for the best.
clip, i already had this one.
She gave me a hair clip the day we met. It was morning, people were around. She put it along with some paper in my hair, made it look like a bow. I didn’t care, I was with her, she was with me. It was all I ever wanted, anyway. A bow and a clip tied us together.
paper clip. holds documents together. papers pappers clippedy clippedy clip. paper clip reminds me of x-c. our tags would be pinned to our uniforms with paper
paper clip. movie clip. nail clippings.
cut, hurt,cry, stop, read, mean something
Clip my split ends off, they are way past due. Clip the moments you remember most and store them somewhere safe inside your head. Clip newspapers. Clippings of toe nails.
I clipped a picture of you onto my post board and everyday I’d get up to leave I’d look at it until one day I couldn’t stand it anymore and ripped it off the board and tore it into pieces and threw the pieces into the air and let them shower down on me, and in that instant you were gone for good.
i clipped the pager on to my waist and headed out the door. It was chilly. almost too chilly for november weather, but then again, chicago is infamously chilly. I looked to my right and saw him heading towards me. I turned down an ally.
I can’t take this anymore, she said. It hurts too much to be around you and not be free. He simply looked on and continued his silence. She turned around and walked away, gently removing her clip.
So there’s this hair clip that I have and I wear it basically every day. It doesn’t matter to me that one of the legs of it is broken; it does it’s job of keeping the hair from my face. But one day he smiled and reached up to my head. I ducked out of the way, but his hand followed and rested on the clip. “It looks like a heart,” he said. I smiled and since then I’ve worn it every single day.
never clip their wings
She clipped it onto her belt and began to un-clip another instrument, digging her foot harder into the rock just in case. This wasn’t time for mistakes. This was the time to make it to the top, to achieve what she’d been dreaming about since she’d gone into remisison, to prove to everyone she was capable.
again?
no!
it can’t be about it..
again?
did I do something very wrong last time?
or..
is this all about the word clip?
thoughts?
i like to clip things on my wall
sometimes there are too much things,
than the will fall off.
good luck,
bye!
ciao!
hasta-la-vista!
It burned, the metal tearing at the flesh in such a manner that scent the smell of fire and scorched skin all the way from the wound on his forearm to his battered and broken nose still dripping blood. Who’d have thought that someone would pull a gun?
i found a paperclip on the sidewalk. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. What had it been on? What was it holding together? It was blue, light blue and huge. Almost the size of my finger. Maybe it’d fallen off someone’s paper, or just dropped out of their pocket. Who knows?
THE CLIP HAD NO INHIBITIONS ABOUT TAKING THIS TERRIBLY YELLOW PIECE OF CLOTH OUT FOR AN ABSOLUTELY DELICIOUS DOLLOP OF GREEN SODA,IT WAS FESSTOONED IN THE LATEST FASHIONS OF CHINA
loose papers are cooler. :)
clip. a piece of information or picture that reminds you of something bigger. a memory clip that takes you to a place you may never be able to go in reality. a small piece of heaven that you hold on to with all your might and it will unceasingly give you hope.
clip. paper hair, bullet gun fbi clit. shoot your foot clit bang hair bang clippy clip clip.
My grandfather’s word for what my grandmother would do to him when he left his wallet lying around. He nicknamed her “Mooch” because of it. She would answer to the name, like she’d been born to it, and laugh about his complaining over being “clipped”.
the clip in her hair came loose as she raced against the train; the air was thick with humidity and fear. her lungs screamed and grasped at what dry air there was. She most likely was making the biggest mistake of her life; but it didn’t matter..just as long as he was safe.
word is aa word about the number one or it is just a word which when explained can talk about the last word or the first word on a subect that you begin to think about and it is a powerful word or not, it may make the world turn and listen if it makes a lot of sense or not and it could be just a nonsense word or the last word on cobert or just a word from a diferent language
she fastens the hair clip into place,
and dusts her skin with powder
rests her eyes on the things
scattered across her make up table,
and finally comes across his heart
tied up in an awkward ribbon
clumsily pushed into an ornamental box
still beating a little
The thing that holds up the annoying strands that refuse to stay in my ponytail. Thank you, for all you do.