A trick. Something you’d never expect to not be there. What would you do if that necklace your significant other gave you isn’t the real thing? What if that ring you have to get to Mordor wasn’t the real one? Wow, you’re fucked. But that’s the scary thing. How easily things that mean so much to us can be replaced, without our knowing.
jabfabftiowabrtiawbo
what’s even going on
I don’t know
is this a trap
lalalallalaa
wow I’ve written about this word 3 times
can u not
woworioashioahtioa
just trying to get the next word
waddup
want some tea? No? oh ok
I didn’t want to share anyway
fuk u
homo
no jk ily
(((((((no homo))))))))))
second self… fuck i wish i had a second self. then my second self could do things like work and weed and hoe and i could live in an old house on a cliff in ireland and kidnap a nice smart boy who loves me!!!!!!!!
We stood around in a circle, acting as decoys. This was our last chance to do something for our people. Those we had cherished and that had protected us all our lives. If we were killed, we were successes.
Another day another decoy. Just me, the hunter and the decoys. Us boys would be sent out as decoys, trying to draw the dogs and the hunters off the precious, protected wildlife, whose presence in our preserves meant, ultimately our own survival. Why did we do it? Well, mostly we hated the idea of poaching, but basically we did it because we were told to.
Caring is a dangerous game. Letting her in the car and not knowing where she had been, the fact she wouldn’t even talk about, it unsettled me. Her urgency to get to the bank seemed nothing more than a hideous decoy for the awful things she must have done the week before. I don’t know where the money came from.
i have no idea what decoy means or what it is. im not sure what are lot of things are now. im not sure who my real friends are and stuff. i dont know what to type or what to do when i get older.
i had a decoy in place. but it didn’t fool anybody. so I decided to make another one that would be a little more convincing. the second attempt at the decoy didn’t work. still nobody was fooled
Its all about this. Decoy. And who the hell knows what it really means anyway? In fact, when I first saw it, my eyes hurt. Where did that come from?
Who the hell uses it anyway?
Why?
Decoy. Sounds like detergent!
Have you seen it? Have you seen it? Have you seen what lies underneath these covers? You see nothing more than a decoy. Under this decoy skin, I am a demon of the arts. Demon of knowledge. I can cause you quite some evil,my dear. Yet,you still believe my cover. Oh how tragic this could all be.
mannequins lined up at the dock, they didn’t look like a real crown they didn’t move except for he occasional waving hand or spinning head that Alex programmed using his knowledge of robotics. It would have to do. They all looked the same save the thrifted outfits i picked out for them.
It was a decoy.
A clone.
That was the only thought he was able to gather before the true beast sprang forward and bit him, starting him on his journey of a hellish life.
I dropped the decoy on the ground, hoping he would notice. He did. “Sir! you dropped this!” I clutched both the wallet and his girls hand tightly. “No, not mine!” I pointed a few feet ahead of me to another person. the man dropped his daughters hand and ran to catch up, I took the girls hand and ran the opposite direction.
I walked down the street that cold night, holding the decoy in my hand. people were looking at me strangely, but I knew this is what I had to do. Holding it tightly I placed it on the ground, a wallet. The man stooped down and picked it up asking who’s it was? when he wasn’t looking I grabbed the girl and ran.
A decoy is something used to distract someone from the real problem or whatever it is. Mostly someone or something that easily draws attention to it. Like a big noisy smelly bomb to distract from a thief.
I slipped on the mask a hoped that my decoy would take care of my aunt. “Don’t look over here,” I whispered hurriedly to my servant, “Don’t move.” He moved. And we got caught. I haven’t seen daylight since.
I used my friend as a decoy. We sent him out a flag tied around his back and told him to run back and forth. While the enemy had their sights on our decoy, we ran across the open field to get in a opening position on our enemies flanks. We just reached our position when our decoy was almost shot, but we opened fire and took out the remaining foe.
I was one chosen to lead my crew. I had no choice. i Was the worst of the clan and had few options. But i was skilled in my own set… i was stealthy. I snuck in the backdoor, and took that mother fuckers pizza. And he saw me leaving, chasing after me with his delicious circle.
My men then raped and killed his wife and daughter. All this for ….
I laid down in a bush
Waiting for the right moment to make my escape
I decided to throw a doll into the wind
So I wouldn’t turn into breakfast for the lion
Which awaited me
This was my decoy
I shuttered and turned away from the beast
Hoping he wouldn’t make me his next feast
Quietly tip toeing
I made my calm and collected get away
Why are ducks always used as decoys? Or are they not? If not, why are they the first thing that pops into my head when I think of the word “decoy”? What does that say about me? Or about society? Word association. It’s an interesting thing… How have I been conditioned to associate “decoy” with “duck”? Are all our thoughts and associations conditioned by the world we live in? Is anything real? But what is real?
The bite on his shoulder was nothing but a decoy, so that as he hissed in pain and smiled she could slip her hands down his pants, rake nails on the sensitive skin below his hipbones and make him hiss some more.
He stood at the edge of the trees looking at the best deer he had seen in a long time. He leveled his rifle and took aim. He fired at the middle as not to miss and the whole thing fell over. That is when he heard the footsteps behind him and turned to see the smiling face of the game warden.
I’ve always thought of myself as two separate people. Not in the Dissociative way. Rather in the sense that I can establish a facade better than anyone. I know the right things to say in any given situation, but manage to never lose my sense of self. The inner me is always cognizant and very much in control. Isn’t that what knowing yourself is all about? Being who they want you to be, but never letting go of who you really are.
that wasn’t funny and i’m not going to listen to you bang the door at the temple falls angels we see too many of them and think they are typical measurables city factories produce what a lot of crap this crap is everywhere
I was a decoy for him. I was just something to use to distract himself from his ex. That’s all. I’m not real. I do not exist. I am simply a decoy. A fake. I know it and it hurts, but I can’t say no. I can’t end it. Because he makes me happy. And knowing I can help him makes me happy. My heart hurts.
Life was always somewhat pointless for him, knowing his purpose, his destiny. It was never something great, no epic battle or great work. His purpose, since the very organized idea of his birth, was to be the decoy. To save someone else’ life while pretending to be someone he’s not.
The mirrored obsidian mask, the archetype upseated. Fractal. Prismatic. The slant to the left when your mark’s to the right. Step back. Step around. Go!
I switched into sport shorts.It wasn’t exactly a decoy..but it did take her attention off other things
Fake, betrayal an act to confuse. I lost it you had it I was meant to lose. A pretending, a falsehood lies.
heavy, complicated, the space between is thick
Give me a decoy-
one thicker than the air.
A trick. Something you’d never expect to not be there. What would you do if that necklace your significant other gave you isn’t the real thing? What if that ring you have to get to Mordor wasn’t the real one? Wow, you’re fucked. But that’s the scary thing. How easily things that mean so much to us can be replaced, without our knowing.
jabfabftiowabrtiawbo
what’s even going on
I don’t know
is this a trap
lalalallalaa
wow I’ve written about this word 3 times
can u not
woworioashioahtioa
just trying to get the next word
waddup
want some tea? No? oh ok
I didn’t want to share anyway
fuk u
homo
no jk ily
(((((((no homo))))))))))
second self… fuck i wish i had a second self. then my second self could do things like work and weed and hoe and i could live in an old house on a cliff in ireland and kidnap a nice smart boy who loves me!!!!!!!!
We stood around in a circle, acting as decoys. This was our last chance to do something for our people. Those we had cherished and that had protected us all our lives. If we were killed, we were successes.
Another day another decoy. Just me, the hunter and the decoys. Us boys would be sent out as decoys, trying to draw the dogs and the hunters off the precious, protected wildlife, whose presence in our preserves meant, ultimately our own survival. Why did we do it? Well, mostly we hated the idea of poaching, but basically we did it because we were told to.
Caring is a dangerous game. Letting her in the car and not knowing where she had been, the fact she wouldn’t even talk about, it unsettled me. Her urgency to get to the bank seemed nothing more than a hideous decoy for the awful things she must have done the week before. I don’t know where the money came from.
i have no idea what decoy means or what it is. im not sure what are lot of things are now. im not sure who my real friends are and stuff. i dont know what to type or what to do when i get older.
i dont know what this word means =( i am frum canada so i have a small vocabuleri
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i had a decoy in place. but it didn’t fool anybody. so I decided to make another one that would be a little more convincing. the second attempt at the decoy didn’t work. still nobody was fooled
Its all about this. Decoy. And who the hell knows what it really means anyway? In fact, when I first saw it, my eyes hurt. Where did that come from?
Who the hell uses it anyway?
Why?
Decoy. Sounds like detergent!
fake, something that is only there to distract others until the real thing can emerge. Is only needed long enough for a clean get-away.
Have you seen it? Have you seen it? Have you seen what lies underneath these covers? You see nothing more than a decoy. Under this decoy skin, I am a demon of the arts. Demon of knowledge. I can cause you quite some evil,my dear. Yet,you still believe my cover. Oh how tragic this could all be.
mannequins lined up at the dock, they didn’t look like a real crown they didn’t move except for he occasional waving hand or spinning head that Alex programmed using his knowledge of robotics. It would have to do. They all looked the same save the thrifted outfits i picked out for them.
It was a decoy.
A clone.
That was the only thought he was able to gather before the true beast sprang forward and bit him, starting him on his journey of a hellish life.
I dropped the decoy on the ground, hoping he would notice. He did. “Sir! you dropped this!” I clutched both the wallet and his girls hand tightly. “No, not mine!” I pointed a few feet ahead of me to another person. the man dropped his daughters hand and ran to catch up, I took the girls hand and ran the opposite direction.
I walked down the street that cold night, holding the decoy in my hand. people were looking at me strangely, but I knew this is what I had to do. Holding it tightly I placed it on the ground, a wallet. The man stooped down and picked it up asking who’s it was? when he wasn’t looking I grabbed the girl and ran.
A decoy is something used to distract someone from the real problem or whatever it is. Mostly someone or something that easily draws attention to it. Like a big noisy smelly bomb to distract from a thief.
I slipped on the mask a hoped that my decoy would take care of my aunt. “Don’t look over here,” I whispered hurriedly to my servant, “Don’t move.” He moved. And we got caught. I haven’t seen daylight since.
I used my friend as a decoy. We sent him out a flag tied around his back and told him to run back and forth. While the enemy had their sights on our decoy, we ran across the open field to get in a opening position on our enemies flanks. We just reached our position when our decoy was almost shot, but we opened fire and took out the remaining foe.
I was one chosen to lead my crew. I had no choice. i Was the worst of the clan and had few options. But i was skilled in my own set… i was stealthy. I snuck in the backdoor, and took that mother fuckers pizza. And he saw me leaving, chasing after me with his delicious circle.
My men then raped and killed his wife and daughter. All this for ….
I was eating cake. I forgot to write. That’s one hell of a decoy!
I laid down in a bush
Waiting for the right moment to make my escape
I decided to throw a doll into the wind
So I wouldn’t turn into breakfast for the lion
Which awaited me
This was my decoy
I shuttered and turned away from the beast
Hoping he wouldn’t make me his next feast
Quietly tip toeing
I made my calm and collected get away
Why are ducks always used as decoys? Or are they not? If not, why are they the first thing that pops into my head when I think of the word “decoy”? What does that say about me? Or about society? Word association. It’s an interesting thing… How have I been conditioned to associate “decoy” with “duck”? Are all our thoughts and associations conditioned by the world we live in? Is anything real? But what is real?
my favorite condom is a decoy but not a real decoy. half truth being a lie or vice versa. more like not being coy but being very coy.
The bite on his shoulder was nothing but a decoy, so that as he hissed in pain and smiled she could slip her hands down his pants, rake nails on the sensitive skin below his hipbones and make him hiss some more.
He created a decoy of his dead fish because he couldn’t bear to part with his best friend.
i have no idea what this word means but i think it`s a bad word sound fancy and interesting i like it
He stood at the edge of the trees looking at the best deer he had seen in a long time. He leveled his rifle and took aim. He fired at the middle as not to miss and the whole thing fell over. That is when he heard the footsteps behind him and turned to see the smiling face of the game warden.
I’ve always thought of myself as two separate people. Not in the Dissociative way. Rather in the sense that I can establish a facade better than anyone. I know the right things to say in any given situation, but manage to never lose my sense of self. The inner me is always cognizant and very much in control. Isn’t that what knowing yourself is all about? Being who they want you to be, but never letting go of who you really are.
that wasn’t funny and i’m not going to listen to you bang the door at the temple falls angels we see too many of them and think they are typical measurables city factories produce what a lot of crap this crap is everywhere
I was a decoy for him. I was just something to use to distract himself from his ex. That’s all. I’m not real. I do not exist. I am simply a decoy. A fake. I know it and it hurts, but I can’t say no. I can’t end it. Because he makes me happy. And knowing I can help him makes me happy. My heart hurts.
Life was always somewhat pointless for him, knowing his purpose, his destiny. It was never something great, no epic battle or great work. His purpose, since the very organized idea of his birth, was to be the decoy. To save someone else’ life while pretending to be someone he’s not.
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The real is hiding and we are taking its place.
The mirrored obsidian mask, the archetype upseated. Fractal. Prismatic. The slant to the left when your mark’s to the right. Step back. Step around. Go!
The decoy was waiting for the mark.