He sat there pondering the collar placed around his neck, a symbol of his servitude, His loyalty to his master. He was chained forever to someone he hated.
White collar people. Blue collar people. Yellow collar people. Red collar people. Green collar people. Why label people by the types of collars they wear? Haha.
I think of when I was riding my bike back from my elementary school, my best friend Shannon behind me. Thinking she saw me nearly topple over the hidden speed bump I didn’t think to warn her until it was too late. She broke her collarbone and didn’t ride a bike for six years after.
I usually wear shirts with our collar, I dunno why I just didnt like them. or I dunno whether I should be writing bout blue collar and white collar stuff. anyway my times up i guess.
his collar whas chocked up in the strangest of ways she ripped at the seams beaming with pride and rabid jealousy bitten by the monkey’s lip of destruction. everyone turned to see a boy man standing there with no where esle to turn. they poured over him with their mean hardened eyes and begged of him to leave. he did not belong in such a clan of criminals/. she backed up, pressing her body against his. waiting for him to see her. waiting for a sign of coherence and cooperation.
i bought a collar at the store, it was so magical! I wwanted to wear it and put it on all my animals, they werent so enthused, they jumped at the oppurtunity, and when they reached maximum height ran with great haste into the forest where the fires lingered like fingers through cake frosting….
I feel like I am attached by a collar. Just a dog. Not really even a pet dog, just one locked up, bound to serve the master. Left behind whenever master feels like it, taken whenever it pleases her. I have no say in the matter, I just have to wag my tail either way.
the collar is blue. it is shiny. actually, its red. it has silver stars. its very cool looking. it belongs to my dog. his name is buddy. he is a white dog with black spots. he is a good dog. he is old. i got him from the pound.. actually, i saved him./ lol
my name is tyler, i dont wear collars. i dont wear necklasses either. collars are sold at walmart. i work at safeway. we sell them too. i havent sold any lately. but i do know that many people who like collars are lame. they are really lame.. like gothic.. weird. collars are accessaries for dogs, so my dog doesnt wear them unless he has to.. like when i walk him.. so.. has it been 60 seconds yet? im done…
men’s shirts.
rey is going to wear a polo shirt on his date with evette this tuesday. polo shirts have collars. priests also wear collars. i have not gone to church in a while. my mom likes to go but i never go with her. i give her such a hard time. i love her though.
The collar of his shirt was bland and obtrusive. He couldn’t understand why he ever wore it. Now looking back he can’t understand what it means. But he does understand where it came from. Only in time will his collar be understood. Because his collar is his leash, his life, and his destiny.
I have collars on many of my shirts. Mostly just the fashionable ones, of which I have few according to my girlfriend who is trying to turn me into a more stylish person. However, despite her encouragements I still have very few shirts with collars. Not because they are uncomfortable, but because they’re not as casual as t-shirts.
The collar which I saw upon the man infront of me was skewed. I brought my hand up to fix it for him. He slightly smiled and watched as I slightly patted and uncrooked its shape.
The collar was forgotten as he gently brought her chin up for a kiss.
the collar of his favorite shirt was covered with the blood of his best friend. he wanted to burn it the moment he got home but the police needed it for evidence. why? he blew his brains out. no need to investigate any further.
A collar is something that a dog wears or something that is on your shirt. Some collar are controversial because they shock animals (which some believe hurt animals for no reason). Collars aren’t that interesting to write about.
on that thin line she danced freely only to see her own freedom but destroyed a world he created for the past thousand or so years. in a frame the film was ruined. plastered. smashed.
its the most iritating thing on a shirt, sometimes it itches your neck and sometimes it will pop up and not lay down, its usually really stiff and just plain annoying
strangly thing around the neck dogs wear them men have to wear them with a necktie sometimes people grab them and pull other people around. They’re decorative but purposeless on clothing. i’m not even sure why they exist, but in certain situations your shirt has to have one
The team wore their collars well. They labored together, stepped together, and knew each other well. They both needed the work, and loved their jobs. Step Lively, my lovely team!
shirts tables bus boys love romance marriage. gay rights. honey bearts are scary. love love love sleeves. dresses. sundances in the middle of winter. hugs and kisses that warm up the lonely nights. nightmares that are only worse when you’re awake. time to change your mind. look around twice and change what you’ve thought before. blink once and it’s gone.
collarbone ridges and fingertip feelings
we’re moving at the speed of lust
and i’m not sure our heartbeats are
quite fast enough to catch up with love.
A collar on a button down shirt. Shirts come in many colors and many patterns. Collars…what can I say about collars? They can be annoying but not always. What to say what to say…
He was wearing a blue shirt, and it was a stunning color of blue. So blue that it matched his eyes. The collar was turned up, and that’s what I first noticed. I wondered if he did that as a fashion statement, or to keep the hot sun off of his neck. It could’ve been either, as we were in New York City on a hot summer’s day. He was the best thing I’d seen all week, and I wanted to talk to him
Wearing the Roman collar of authority, she at the costume shop trying on so many masks at one sitting forgot which one her real face was, and her public humiliation two days earlier wore her as masquaade, she balling. And how could her husband do this to her? He going as a Roman Toga. She going as a cuckold. Having to be out in public. Everyone knowing.
I bought a collar for my dog today. Bright red and imbrued with little white bones. A symbol of his servitude. I wear one as well. His is red, and mine is white. A harsh white symbol of my own servitude. I look at my drooling, loyal companion. My best friend. Are we really so different?
Wearing the Roman collar of authority, she at the costume shop trying on so many masks at one sitting forgot which one her real face was, and her public humiliation two days earlier wore her as masquaade, she balling. And how could her husband do this to her? He going as a Roman Toga. She going as a cuckold. Having to be out in public. Everyone knowing.
working class man, trying to make a living or for that matter a dog that must wear a collar. Why is this some sort of slavery device? The dog must wear it, man must work to make a living. I think Collars,
The collar is the part of a dress shirt that goes around your neck. It is often used to hold a tie in place. It is alos something that might go aroun a dog if it is being tied to a leash. it helpps hole the leash in place so the owner does not have to worry about their dog runing away and joing a a wild pack of wolves. If said dog did joina apack of wlaves. horrible things would happen.
I have a collar on the top of my shiny red shirt, but I hate how it can get flipped. Messed up collars have always been a pet-peeve of mine; along with flipped sleeves, or tags sticking out.
I wore a collared shirt to work today and I was made fun of for wearing the wrong color. It was embarrassing. I will never wear a collared shirt again.
I wore my collar popped up a little, which is notactually how i would normally choose to wear it. its funny, i’m no blue collar kid at all, really. the only people who pop their collars are just trying to hide their hickeys from last night
He sat there pondering the collar placed around his neck, a symbol of his servitude, His loyalty to his master. He was chained forever to someone he hated.
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throw party not grenade…!!! :P
White collar people. Blue collar people. Yellow collar people. Red collar people. Green collar people. Why label people by the types of collars they wear? Haha.
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I think of when I was riding my bike back from my elementary school, my best friend Shannon behind me. Thinking she saw me nearly topple over the hidden speed bump I didn’t think to warn her until it was too late. She broke her collarbone and didn’t ride a bike for six years after.
collars make me think of how hot it is under them when my computer is so laggy that I can’t type about a collar. This is incredibly frustrating.
I usually wear shirts with our collar, I dunno why I just didnt like them. or I dunno whether I should be writing bout blue collar and white collar stuff. anyway my times up i guess.
his collar whas chocked up in the strangest of ways she ripped at the seams beaming with pride and rabid jealousy bitten by the monkey’s lip of destruction. everyone turned to see a boy man standing there with no where esle to turn. they poured over him with their mean hardened eyes and begged of him to leave. he did not belong in such a clan of criminals/. she backed up, pressing her body against his. waiting for him to see her. waiting for a sign of coherence and cooperation.
i bought a collar at the store, it was so magical! I wwanted to wear it and put it on all my animals, they werent so enthused, they jumped at the oppurtunity, and when they reached maximum height ran with great haste into the forest where the fires lingered like fingers through cake frosting….
I feel like I am attached by a collar. Just a dog. Not really even a pet dog, just one locked up, bound to serve the master. Left behind whenever master feels like it, taken whenever it pleases her. I have no say in the matter, I just have to wag my tail either way.
the collar is blue. it is shiny. actually, its red. it has silver stars. its very cool looking. it belongs to my dog. his name is buddy. he is a white dog with black spots. he is a good dog. he is old. i got him from the pound.. actually, i saved him./ lol
my name is tyler, i dont wear collars. i dont wear necklasses either. collars are sold at walmart. i work at safeway. we sell them too. i havent sold any lately. but i do know that many people who like collars are lame. they are really lame.. like gothic.. weird. collars are accessaries for dogs, so my dog doesnt wear them unless he has to.. like when i walk him.. so.. has it been 60 seconds yet? im done…
men’s shirts.
rey is going to wear a polo shirt on his date with evette this tuesday. polo shirts have collars. priests also wear collars. i have not gone to church in a while. my mom likes to go but i never go with her. i give her such a hard time. i love her though.
The collar of his shirt was bland and obtrusive. He couldn’t understand why he ever wore it. Now looking back he can’t understand what it means. But he does understand where it came from. Only in time will his collar be understood. Because his collar is his leash, his life, and his destiny.
I have collars on many of my shirts. Mostly just the fashionable ones, of which I have few according to my girlfriend who is trying to turn me into a more stylish person. However, despite her encouragements I still have very few shirts with collars. Not because they are uncomfortable, but because they’re not as casual as t-shirts.
The collar which I saw upon the man infront of me was skewed. I brought my hand up to fix it for him. He slightly smiled and watched as I slightly patted and uncrooked its shape.
The collar was forgotten as he gently brought her chin up for a kiss.
the collar of his favorite shirt was covered with the blood of his best friend. he wanted to burn it the moment he got home but the police needed it for evidence. why? he blew his brains out. no need to investigate any further.
A collar is something that a dog wears or something that is on your shirt. Some collar are controversial because they shock animals (which some believe hurt animals for no reason). Collars aren’t that interesting to write about.
on that thin line she danced freely only to see her own freedom but destroyed a world he created for the past thousand or so years. in a frame the film was ruined. plastered. smashed.
its the most iritating thing on a shirt, sometimes it itches your neck and sometimes it will pop up and not lay down, its usually really stiff and just plain annoying
strangly thing around the neck dogs wear them men have to wear them with a necktie sometimes people grab them and pull other people around. They’re decorative but purposeless on clothing. i’m not even sure why they exist, but in certain situations your shirt has to have one
The team wore their collars well. They labored together, stepped together, and knew each other well. They both needed the work, and loved their jobs. Step Lively, my lovely team!
shirts tables bus boys love romance marriage. gay rights. honey bearts are scary. love love love sleeves. dresses. sundances in the middle of winter. hugs and kisses that warm up the lonely nights. nightmares that are only worse when you’re awake. time to change your mind. look around twice and change what you’ve thought before. blink once and it’s gone.
Somebody’s dog collar was stuck in the door, but there was no dog around. I don’t own a dog. A mystery…
collarbone ridges and fingertip feelings
we’re moving at the speed of lust
and i’m not sure our heartbeats are
quite fast enough to catch up with love.
A collar on a button down shirt. Shirts come in many colors and many patterns. Collars…what can I say about collars? They can be annoying but not always. What to say what to say…
fsldkdsfks
He was wearing a blue shirt, and it was a stunning color of blue. So blue that it matched his eyes. The collar was turned up, and that’s what I first noticed. I wondered if he did that as a fashion statement, or to keep the hot sun off of his neck. It could’ve been either, as we were in New York City on a hot summer’s day. He was the best thing I’d seen all week, and I wanted to talk to him
Wearing the Roman collar of authority, she at the costume shop trying on so many masks at one sitting forgot which one her real face was, and her public humiliation two days earlier wore her as masquaade, she balling. And how could her husband do this to her? He going as a Roman Toga. She going as a cuckold. Having to be out in public. Everyone knowing.
I bought a collar for my dog today. Bright red and imbrued with little white bones. A symbol of his servitude. I wear one as well. His is red, and mine is white. A harsh white symbol of my own servitude. I look at my drooling, loyal companion. My best friend. Are we really so different?
Wearing the Roman collar of authority, she at the costume shop trying on so many masks at one sitting forgot which one her real face was, and her public humiliation two days earlier wore her as masquaade, she balling. And how could her husband do this to her? He going as a Roman Toga. She going as a cuckold. Having to be out in public. Everyone knowing.
The side of his collar was green, and tattered. There many men watching from the bleachers. Their eyes were focused on the food.
Food, what a relative definition. They stared at the man with the green collor, his eyes blinked. Food.
working class man, trying to make a living or for that matter a dog that must wear a collar. Why is this some sort of slavery device? The dog must wear it, man must work to make a living. I think Collars,
The collar is the part of a dress shirt that goes around your neck. It is often used to hold a tie in place. It is alos something that might go aroun a dog if it is being tied to a leash. it helpps hole the leash in place so the owner does not have to worry about their dog runing away and joing a a wild pack of wolves. If said dog did joina apack of wlaves. horrible things would happen.
He wraps himself tight towards my chest.
Here, he is safe
Here, he finds comfort
His mother is gone
But when the battle of fatigues falls short
His head rest down towards my collar
I have a collar on the top of my shiny red shirt, but I hate how it can get flipped. Messed up collars have always been a pet-peeve of mine; along with flipped sleeves, or tags sticking out.
I wore a collared shirt to work today and I was made fun of for wearing the wrong color. It was embarrassing. I will never wear a collared shirt again.
I wore my collar popped up a little, which is notactually how i would normally choose to wear it. its funny, i’m no blue collar kid at all, really. the only people who pop their collars are just trying to hide their hickeys from last night
welcome to my home with dogs and cats and collars galore. I see a red one now, what the hell is going on in heaven without dogs and cats?