crown theater is the best motherfucking theater in the world. actually, not really. one time I went there to see this one movie I forgot what it was called anyway they fucking kicked us out. oh yeah, it was calle dpineapple express. we were 17 too, just none of us could be asked to have ID of some sort we showed them our school ids, which had our graduating year on them but the fuckers still didn’t believe us. either way the popcorn there is delicious and i still go there all the fcuking time.
I always think of… decay when I think of this word. Like… a crooked, rusty, broken crown. I guess this…might signify the decay of order, or maybe the struggle against tyrrany and greed.
I have a crown at the top of my head. It is not one made of jewls, but the actual part of my head that is at the top. I like to use my head, it makes me deal with my emotions better. Sometimes I would prefer to have a jewel encrusted tiara for a crown, so that others would
I have a crown at the top of my head. It is not one made of jewls, but the actual part of my head that is at the top. I like to use my head, it makes me deal with my emotions better. Sometimes I would prefer to have a jewel encrusted tiara for a crown, so that others would
golden and I never want to wear one. looks heavy. makes me think of coronation of Queen Elizabeth II. my daughter loves them. it is a symbol, but of what? A bygone era, very very bygone.
The thorns hurt. Not like, deep, spiritual hurt. But oh, my fucking God, get these mother fucking thorns out of me. The more I wiggled, the deeper I sank into the bush, the deeper the bush sank it’s thorns into me. That’s the last time I jump a fence before inspecting the other side, I thought.
the royal king speaks a language no one else can understand, he is the high and all mighty of the lower class peoples, they bow down to his golden stature illuminating the night, but it still doesnt keep his subjects warm at night, slaves to his rule
I have a crown. It’s on my head. I am a princess for halloween. It will be fantastic. I have been a princess for halloween for the past 5 years. It is not very creative, but I love wearing fancy, pretty and sparkly dresses. It makes me feel special.
Her crown was that of beauty. Everyone could see it on her face, disfigured though it was. She had not the physical beauty that many so desired, but rather the beauty that radiated from her heart – her love, her honor, her grace. She was beautiful on the inside, and that was her crown.
With a crown of leaves and lilies she bowed before me. With a gentle coy smile and dark almond eyes. Her pale skin illuminates in the summer’s dawn, she is perfect now and I shall remember this moment always.
His crown was tarnished and broken and damned. You were there and you were hated with blood in your eyes. And there were no lucid thoughts you can feel your thoughts as they pound in your head as they pound in your feet and your pants. You pant for breath and there’s nothing left but you and his oozing body.
You’re gone. He’s gone. We’re all done for. It’s the end of the world as we know it, and Pottery Barn has a collection for it. Oh yes. Pathetic. and dead and damned. Torture ourselves and walk away.
the funny thing about crowns is, they’re used to denote some sort of hierarchy. the king or queen of a monarchy. yet, when you think about it, we’ve all got one. it’s just the point on your scalp from which your hair radiates.
He sighed, taking the gleaming metal off his head. How could they? How could they possibly ask him to do this?
He stared at his crown, frowning at the golden, luxiurious state of it. It represented what they expected him to be.
Polished. Elegant. Refined. Could he handle this? He wasn’t sure. Could he possibly live up to their expectations? No, no he couldn’t.
Without a second glance, he threw the crown on the floor, and walked away from the throne.
kings wear crowns, and they can have many different valuable stones in them. They can be made out of gold or silver or plastic if you bought a little kid’s dress up set. Also, if you go to Burger King, you might have some snazzy paper crowns, which are actually rather trashy. Some people think they’re so cool when they wear them but they’re crazy. Very crazy.
the crown jewel of the emperor was worn by peasants and commoners of the land. they other threw their king by clawing at him. with their fingernails. it was a bloody battle. but the prophecy did fortell something like this to happen. no one knew when, but it sure did happen. i love you.
A king. Sitting on his throne, it glints with light from way up high. It burns the eyes of the peasants, both because of its reflective ability and what it symbolizes. Plus, they could have eaten for two years with the money he spent on it.
I dont think I ‘m made for crowns or jewels or special treatment. Ithink I’m so sort of hippie really, I just like simpler things, I like poetry and music, I dont think they’d mean as much if i wore a crown.
It’s weird because I never wished I was a princess when I was little, but I did always wish I lived in a castle. I’d have a tiny bedroom way up high in a tower somewhere with stone walls and stone beneath my feet and a window to sit by.
it was sticking into her head like a crown of thorns, though it was golden and a sign of royalty. She wore it like she was the god of the world with pure interest at heart.
I wear a crown, only everyone else can’t see it. They can’t see that I am the one with the crown of right. They are all floating away from me, because I have the crown. I have the crown, and therefore I have it all. In my mind, I wear the crown. It’s like wearing the pants, but fifty times stronger. Better. Faster. I get everything I want when I want it, because I am wearing a crown.
But like I said, people are floating away from me. They don’t appreciate the crown and the rudeness that comes with it. They think I should stop, that I should give up.
But the crown doesn’t want that, does it?
the crown rested on oedipus’s head, a head that baffels me and wishes to reduce my concentration bit by bit, like a crown that is too heavy, leaving creases on your head skin that eventually begin to peel off, im pretty sure i have ADD.
A crown of thorns comes to mind. I’m not religious at all, actually, I guess you could describe me as an atheist. I used to believe in Jesus and God, wholeheartedly, but soon that waned into just a belief in some kind of God, and then to signs and fate being things to follow, to now not believing in anything at all.
The crown of his soul was rather whitish and clear
He wasn’t really sure that having an out of body experience when you were already dead was a bad thing or a good thing.
It turns out that ghosts really can have dandruff though. Figures.
a crown. something that roalty wears upon their head. It shows power and authority and high status in life. Many girls like wearing crowns and pretending to be princesses, be in control, and hope that one day their prince charming will come for them.
It was golden and splendid, a jewel among thorns. It was a symbol of greatness covered with dust. The crown was lifeless without the Queen. She had been gone for years.
It was always there upon his head, even before they placed it there. It was the crown he wore when he held up high the battle was his coronation, his words were his divine right. He would uproot the world and sew the ground with salt before he gave it up. He grasped gold.
Crown fixed atop his head, he thought ‘how can i write a less original piece than i have ever written.’ The answer of course is to take one word, and vamp on it in the most obvious direction, the direction all others would have taken. Take a word, CROWN for example, and fixed atop your empty mind. allow that crown to leak its cliches and borrowed ideas into your mind, a mind devoid of thought, desperate for a website it had “stumbled upon” to turn over the motor lying dormant in a sea of regret and sorrow. The “thoughts”, more so memories than anything else, swelled and subsided with her daily mood. lying in bed, tossing and turning her playfully, his attention was turned to her arm. The soft, pure, porcelain of her skin crept around her arm; Until it was halted abruptly and tragically by a jagged vertical discoloration running the length of the forearm, cross hatches of the same color intersected it every half inch. He felt as if he had stuck his head out of a car window, and felt the winds of guilt crashing against his face. He burrowed his head into her stale black hair and tried to look through it, see through the natted mess of hair into her mind. He wanted to be one with the darkness which consumed her thoughts.
and so the crown finally sat on her head, it’s twisting brambles catching not even a strand of her ebony hair. a pair of curling red horn peaked out from its silken length. green eyes sat ever watchful over her kingdom of hell.
train me to be your
head
so that I can read all your thoughts
and watch from the throne of your
reason.
maybe then
I will be able to decipher
how your world works
without me
and I can follow suit.
He placed it on my head. It felt heavy, like a huge weight being pressed and never able to come off. With this weight came responsibility and luxury. With this weight came a kingdom. Do I want a kingdom? Whoops. Too late now. I hope they like me.
crown theater is the best motherfucking theater in the world. actually, not really. one time I went there to see this one movie I forgot what it was called anyway they fucking kicked us out. oh yeah, it was calle dpineapple express. we were 17 too, just none of us could be asked to have ID of some sort we showed them our school ids, which had our graduating year on them but the fuckers still didn’t believe us. either way the popcorn there is delicious and i still go there all the fcuking time.
I always think of… decay when I think of this word. Like… a crooked, rusty, broken crown. I guess this…might signify the decay of order, or maybe the struggle against tyrrany and greed.
I have a crown at the top of my head. It is not one made of jewls, but the actual part of my head that is at the top. I like to use my head, it makes me deal with my emotions better. Sometimes I would prefer to have a jewel encrusted tiara for a crown, so that others would
something you wear on your head, the top of your head, That is such a lovely crown on the crown of your head. Dona
I have a crown at the top of my head. It is not one made of jewls, but the actual part of my head that is at the top. I like to use my head, it makes me deal with my emotions better. Sometimes I would prefer to have a jewel encrusted tiara for a crown, so that others would
golden and I never want to wear one. looks heavy. makes me think of coronation of Queen Elizabeth II. my daughter loves them. it is a symbol, but of what? A bygone era, very very bygone.
el cuervo de edgar alan phoe. ese animal oscuero que vuelve de la muertes para tomar venganza, para reperar los errores y obtener la paz
The thorns hurt. Not like, deep, spiritual hurt. But oh, my fucking God, get these mother fucking thorns out of me. The more I wiggled, the deeper I sank into the bush, the deeper the bush sank it’s thorns into me. That’s the last time I jump a fence before inspecting the other side, I thought.
the royal king speaks a language no one else can understand, he is the high and all mighty of the lower class peoples, they bow down to his golden stature illuminating the night, but it still doesnt keep his subjects warm at night, slaves to his rule
I have a crown. It’s on my head. I am a princess for halloween. It will be fantastic. I have been a princess for halloween for the past 5 years. It is not very creative, but I love wearing fancy, pretty and sparkly dresses. It makes me feel special.
Her crown was that of beauty. Everyone could see it on her face, disfigured though it was. She had not the physical beauty that many so desired, but rather the beauty that radiated from her heart – her love, her honor, her grace. She was beautiful on the inside, and that was her crown.
With a crown of leaves and lilies she bowed before me. With a gentle coy smile and dark almond eyes. Her pale skin illuminates in the summer’s dawn, she is perfect now and I shall remember this moment always.
His crown was tarnished and broken and damned. You were there and you were hated with blood in your eyes. And there were no lucid thoughts you can feel your thoughts as they pound in your head as they pound in your feet and your pants. You pant for breath and there’s nothing left but you and his oozing body.
You’re gone. He’s gone. We’re all done for. It’s the end of the world as we know it, and Pottery Barn has a collection for it. Oh yes. Pathetic. and dead and damned. Torture ourselves and walk away.
he looks upon his people
majestic
but from below
there is a different
perspective
a seething crowd
reaching for
his crown
all throughout the day, and most of the night, we dream while rising, while cooking, while chopping wood, for the yellow crown.
the funny thing about crowns is, they’re used to denote some sort of hierarchy. the king or queen of a monarchy. yet, when you think about it, we’ve all got one. it’s just the point on your scalp from which your hair radiates.
He sighed, taking the gleaming metal off his head. How could they? How could they possibly ask him to do this?
He stared at his crown, frowning at the golden, luxiurious state of it. It represented what they expected him to be.
Polished. Elegant. Refined. Could he handle this? He wasn’t sure. Could he possibly live up to their expectations? No, no he couldn’t.
Without a second glance, he threw the crown on the floor, and walked away from the throne.
jewel encrusted sovern royalty power and essence scandal heavy painful responsibility shield hide behind fake beautiful expensive
kings wear crowns, and they can have many different valuable stones in them. They can be made out of gold or silver or plastic if you bought a little kid’s dress up set. Also, if you go to Burger King, you might have some snazzy paper crowns, which are actually rather trashy. Some people think they’re so cool when they wear them but they’re crazy. Very crazy.
the crown jewel of the emperor was worn by peasants and commoners of the land. they other threw their king by clawing at him. with their fingernails. it was a bloody battle. but the prophecy did fortell something like this to happen. no one knew when, but it sure did happen. i love you.
The king wears a crown on his head to display his regalness. It is majestic and adorned in jewels. It might be made of gold.
Her tiara glints in the spotlight. She’s got it shoved into her unmade hair and she’s grinning like a maniac in her rented tux.
I love it. It’s worth every single punishment they’ll throw at me for this.
I will never regret reprinting and stuffing ballots with her name on them into the box for Prom King.
A king. Sitting on his throne, it glints with light from way up high. It burns the eyes of the peasants, both because of its reflective ability and what it symbolizes. Plus, they could have eaten for two years with the money he spent on it.
I dont think I ‘m made for crowns or jewels or special treatment. Ithink I’m so sort of hippie really, I just like simpler things, I like poetry and music, I dont think they’d mean as much if i wore a crown.
wearing a merit less crown
please don’t frown
It’s weird because I never wished I was a princess when I was little, but I did always wish I lived in a castle. I’d have a tiny bedroom way up high in a tower somewhere with stone walls and stone beneath my feet and a window to sit by.
it was sticking into her head like a crown of thorns, though it was golden and a sign of royalty. She wore it like she was the god of the world with pure interest at heart.
the dentist,the royal thing that goes on there head
I wear a crown, only everyone else can’t see it. They can’t see that I am the one with the crown of right. They are all floating away from me, because I have the crown. I have the crown, and therefore I have it all. In my mind, I wear the crown. It’s like wearing the pants, but fifty times stronger. Better. Faster. I get everything I want when I want it, because I am wearing a crown.
But like I said, people are floating away from me. They don’t appreciate the crown and the rudeness that comes with it. They think I should stop, that I should give up.
But the crown doesn’t want that, does it?
the crown rested on oedipus’s head, a head that baffels me and wishes to reduce my concentration bit by bit, like a crown that is too heavy, leaving creases on your head skin that eventually begin to peel off, im pretty sure i have ADD.
A crown of thorns comes to mind. I’m not religious at all, actually, I guess you could describe me as an atheist. I used to believe in Jesus and God, wholeheartedly, but soon that waned into just a belief in some kind of God, and then to signs and fate being things to follow, to now not believing in anything at all.
The crown of his soul was rather whitish and clear
He wasn’t really sure that having an out of body experience when you were already dead was a bad thing or a good thing.
It turns out that ghosts really can have dandruff though. Figures.
a crown. something that roalty wears upon their head. It shows power and authority and high status in life. Many girls like wearing crowns and pretending to be princesses, be in control, and hope that one day their prince charming will come for them.
It was golden and splendid, a jewel among thorns. It was a symbol of greatness covered with dust. The crown was lifeless without the Queen. She had been gone for years.
It was always there upon his head, even before they placed it there. It was the crown he wore when he held up high the battle was his coronation, his words were his divine right. He would uproot the world and sew the ground with salt before he gave it up. He grasped gold.
it is cut off the letters are lowercase it has a tm sighn on it it says read/wear on it
Crown fixed atop his head, he thought ‘how can i write a less original piece than i have ever written.’ The answer of course is to take one word, and vamp on it in the most obvious direction, the direction all others would have taken. Take a word, CROWN for example, and fixed atop your empty mind. allow that crown to leak its cliches and borrowed ideas into your mind, a mind devoid of thought, desperate for a website it had “stumbled upon” to turn over the motor lying dormant in a sea of regret and sorrow. The “thoughts”, more so memories than anything else, swelled and subsided with her daily mood. lying in bed, tossing and turning her playfully, his attention was turned to her arm. The soft, pure, porcelain of her skin crept around her arm; Until it was halted abruptly and tragically by a jagged vertical discoloration running the length of the forearm, cross hatches of the same color intersected it every half inch. He felt as if he had stuck his head out of a car window, and felt the winds of guilt crashing against his face. He burrowed his head into her stale black hair and tried to look through it, see through the natted mess of hair into her mind. He wanted to be one with the darkness which consumed her thoughts.
and so the crown finally sat on her head, it’s twisting brambles catching not even a strand of her ebony hair. a pair of curling red horn peaked out from its silken length. green eyes sat ever watchful over her kingdom of hell.
train me to be your
head
so that I can read all your thoughts
and watch from the throne of your
reason.
maybe then
I will be able to decipher
how your world works
without me
and I can follow suit.
He placed it on my head. It felt heavy, like a huge weight being pressed and never able to come off. With this weight came responsibility and luxury. With this weight came a kingdom. Do I want a kingdom? Whoops. Too late now. I hope they like me.