Dog collars are very finicky. At times dog collars can be hard to get onto dogs because they’re such jittery bastards and other times it’s hard to keep them on because they’re such jittery bastards.
Human collars are not very popular. That’s because people generally don’t like to be pulled around like a slave.
its whats on a shirt, i wear plenty of them. usually used to hold a tie into the shirt, and often gets puffed up. The Fonz always wore his puffed up, because it was the rebel/badass thing to do. White collar workers are people who work at desks, blue collar workers are people who do manual labor.
I have nothing to say about collars. They go around your neck. They can be too tight but that usually means you have to lose weight. Unless you’re wearing a kid’s sized shirt. But that would be stupid, wouldn’t it?
Collar on shirt
crisp and white
collar on doggie
nice and red
Both makes the wearer look and feel good
tug the collar to get their attention
sometimes binding
He jerked my chain, and I growled. He just laughed at me. “You don’t even deserve the title of pet.” I lunged for him, unable to help myself, and he just kissed me. I hated him for that kiss, for the taste of poison and the sweet, sweet perfume he wore as he fondled me, sending arcs of pleasure racing through my body and I wanted him and wanted anything but him.
i love to look atthe ocean and collars are cool i guess when you are a dog looking in the streets of new weschester and the world is purple and grren wen we go to the moviesand the kller is brown and white with the bllod of a dragon and then the mice ate the bread
you fingered down the
angle of your collar,
tugging gently on the hem
of your shirt,
and I watched, sorry,
I watched,
your finger, your collar,
and thought about your nail
tracing where my shoulder and
neck slope together,
sparking a dull friction,
sparking a dull pulse,
but faster, sorry,
faster. as I drew words for
the thought of your fingerprints,
draw out your name in a hairline
fracture, tug gently on the hem.
call her
on the phone
or from the next room
from behind the glass of a grocery store window
as she picks up a bouquet, rethinks, and sets it down
you call her
and i pretend
like we don’t
have anything
to say
today
you are mine
but if you call her
I purchased a collar with studs on it for my small dog, a pug. He immediately took to it and I thought to accredit some trait to him–in my lasting perception of him, as a dog. His behaviours, though, didn’t change–he persisted in chasing bottle caps and tearing the innards out of his stuffed animals as that he might play with their husks. I decided not to purchase comparable products in the future.
His collar was stained with something, though she wished she hadn’t opened her eyes to see the color as she was hugged close to his chest. And when she looked, she also smelled the extra breath on him, a whiff of sweet so quick that maybe he could have gathered it from a pass on the street.
“Operation Collar”, June 1940, was the first British Commando raid. In November 1940, a different “Operation Collar” achieved naval objectives. (More recently, in June 2009, another “Operation Collar” was initiated in Formby and Ainsdale.)
the collar of the dogs leash was tight about his neck. the dog strained to move forward to his destination. the collar was blue and a little bit too big for him.
Blue collar, white collar, red collar, green- everyone jump, everybody shout, let’s all commit crimes by the tonne, and remember it matters what you do in life because that makes it easier for me to judge and label and box you up- neatly packaged for my convenience. Wear that collar, tighten it proudly.
Chained to someone. Feeling every thought, every emotion, every simple word they say pounding in your soul, your head, your heart. Like an abused dog pleading on the street, being picked up and carried on the winds of hope and change back to the home of the new master. A stray once unloved, scorned now home and safe in the arms of a new person. Collared but somehow free.
The collar on his shirt was stained with an unfamiliar woman’s lipstick. The collar was a dark red, a collar she doesn’t wear. You could be marking up the collar of his business shirt? The assistant, a woman in a the taxi
collars are tight. why don’t shirt companies do something about the design of the collar? it would seem that if your entire fortune is geared towards producing a good shirt, which has a collar, you could figure this shit out. they never really seem to get it right though. sometimes it’s all over your throat making you feel like you’re being choked…what is that?
popping the collar at the club, he feels fly. He makes his moe after he downs his yuengling, and heads over towards the hunnies. Sup he says. In his bro voice. You laides look good. They glammed up whores blow marlboro light smoke in his face, and turn the other way.
The man in the white collar was having a bad day already – the collar was far too tight and he was feeling fat.
Time to get on the bike or buy new shirts he thought.
He reached for the coffee and poured a generous cup out. He looked at teh pastries and couldn’t help himself.
The man in the white collar was having a bad day already – the collar was far too tight and he was feeling fat.
Time to get on the bike or buy new shirts he thought.
He reached for the coffee and poured a generous cup out. He looked at teh pastries and couldn’t help himself.
Dog collars are very finicky. At times dog collars can be hard to get onto dogs because they’re such jittery bastards and other times it’s hard to keep them on because they’re such jittery bastards.
Human collars are not very popular. That’s because people generally don’t like to be pulled around like a slave.
i have a collar in mky shirt which is soo white in colou
wewerwerwerwerqwerwerwerwerqwerqw
when i wrap this around my neck it give me certainty, that i’m in the right stratus and on the right plane… my collar my leash my silver sphere
The memory of your collarbone will get me through this. That and your voice. I believe that can be all I ever need.
WITHOUT A COLLAR OUR CLOTHES WOULD NOT FIT OR OULD THEY FIT US BETTER?? ARE COLLARS BECOMING OLD FASHIONED?
its whats on a shirt, i wear plenty of them. usually used to hold a tie into the shirt, and often gets puffed up. The Fonz always wore his puffed up, because it was the rebel/badass thing to do. White collar workers are people who work at desks, blue collar workers are people who do manual labor.
a little puppy dog who’s collar is to big looks so cute
I have nothing to say about collars. They go around your neck. They can be too tight but that usually means you have to lose weight. Unless you’re wearing a kid’s sized shirt. But that would be stupid, wouldn’t it?
the bone wrapped in the aptly named part of the shirt
Collar on shirt
crisp and white
collar on doggie
nice and red
Both makes the wearer look and feel good
tug the collar to get their attention
sometimes binding
white, blue, workers in the 1900s, dog collar, polos, shirts, jackets
He jerked my chain, and I growled. He just laughed at me. “You don’t even deserve the title of pet.” I lunged for him, unable to help myself, and he just kissed me. I hated him for that kiss, for the taste of poison and the sweet, sweet perfume he wore as he fondled me, sending arcs of pleasure racing through my body and I wanted him and wanted anything but him.
shicka shicka wha?
goes on dogs… looks hot on chicks… then there’s collared shirts… I rock the occasional collared shirt… sounds like cola… prefer cola…
i love to look atthe ocean and collars are cool i guess when you are a dog looking in the streets of new weschester and the world is purple and grren wen we go to the moviesand the kller is brown and white with the bllod of a dragon and then the mice ate the bread
i love collars and i love the way they feel against my neck. I live in the collar city of troy new york. goodbye.
bone. dog. elegant. allen. body. dave matthews. alice in wonderland. school nursery. gabi. allen. kissing.
collars are for people with no self identity.they are people who think that everything needs a label that we should all live by.
you fingered down the
angle of your collar,
tugging gently on the hem
of your shirt,
and I watched, sorry,
I watched,
your finger, your collar,
and thought about your nail
tracing where my shoulder and
neck slope together,
sparking a dull friction,
sparking a dull pulse,
but faster, sorry,
faster. as I drew words for
the thought of your fingerprints,
draw out your name in a hairline
fracture, tug gently on the hem.
call her
on the phone
or from the next room
from behind the glass of a grocery store window
as she picks up a bouquet, rethinks, and sets it down
you call her
and i pretend
like we don’t
have anything
to say
today
you are mine
but if you call her
I purchased a collar with studs on it for my small dog, a pug. He immediately took to it and I thought to accredit some trait to him–in my lasting perception of him, as a dog. His behaviours, though, didn’t change–he persisted in chasing bottle caps and tearing the innards out of his stuffed animals as that he might play with their husks. I decided not to purchase comparable products in the future.
Colar makes me think about dogs being haul around and tortioured in those forien counteries.
popping my collar
The collar or my shirt is popped, I turn it toward the wind. The cold whips across my fresh face, as i wince.
“Ruperta tonight was in a narrow black bengaline costume with a Medici collar and cuffs of bastard chinchilla.” — Thomas Pynchon, _Against the Day_
His collar was stained with something, though she wished she hadn’t opened her eyes to see the color as she was hugged close to his chest. And when she looked, she also smelled the extra breath on him, a whiff of sweet so quick that maybe he could have gathered it from a pass on the street.
“Operation Collar”, June 1940, was the first British Commando raid. In November 1940, a different “Operation Collar” achieved naval objectives. (More recently, in June 2009, another “Operation Collar” was initiated in Formby and Ainsdale.)
the collar of the dogs leash was tight about his neck. the dog strained to move forward to his destination. the collar was blue and a little bit too big for him.
BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
bone
shirt
t-shirt
muscle
white
black
dog
sleeve
necj
neck
dirt
wash
tie
scarf
Blue collar, white collar, red collar, green- everyone jump, everybody shout, let’s all commit crimes by the tonne, and remember it matters what you do in life because that makes it easier for me to judge and label and box you up- neatly packaged for my convenience. Wear that collar, tighten it proudly.
Collars should always be worn with a tie sitting neatly underneath.
Chained to someone. Feeling every thought, every emotion, every simple word they say pounding in your soul, your head, your heart. Like an abused dog pleading on the street, being picked up and carried on the winds of hope and change back to the home of the new master. A stray once unloved, scorned now home and safe in the arms of a new person. Collared but somehow free.
The collar on his shirt was stained with an unfamiliar woman’s lipstick. The collar was a dark red, a collar she doesn’t wear. You could be marking up the collar of his business shirt? The assistant, a woman in a the taxi
collars are tight. why don’t shirt companies do something about the design of the collar? it would seem that if your entire fortune is geared towards producing a good shirt, which has a collar, you could figure this shit out. they never really seem to get it right though. sometimes it’s all over your throat making you feel like you’re being choked…what is that?
popping the collar at the club, he feels fly. He makes his moe after he downs his yuengling, and heads over towards the hunnies. Sup he says. In his bro voice. You laides look good. They glammed up whores blow marlboro light smoke in his face, and turn the other way.
Call her