My throat is dry. The sun is hot. This is the way it was meant to be. Not wet and soggy. Like you. And yet I cannot stay here. This place is a wisp, a dream from times past. But I’ll still have you after this dream. In your and Topaz.
rain, and thunder and wet and water. warm and cosy and safe. in a womb, a womb of love and friendship and care. safety in the closnesss of another human being, a man with arms to wrap and lips to kiss and hands to hold and a heart and mind to love.
when ı was seven years old my mother told me please give your t-shirts to thee dry machine, put it thre.If your t-shirts are not dry yo will be ill now
I was so dry I felt like the Sahara was in and around my whole being. Every cell cried out for welcome relief and water to replenish my starving, dry body, my eyes felt like pieces of dried leaves
Its a dry night. My Brain is dry and so i feel. I am afraid of tomorrow so i feel dry about it. What is the reason for us, for feeling so dry. My angels is dry and i am about to get even dryer.
deserted in a place thats far away.be left behind by the ones who you need. unable to da a thing because of thirst out of time with nothing to do but regret
dry lands cannot sustain living creatures for very long. people can become irritable and humorless in dry conditions as well. i once are a dry piece of bread. it made me irritable.
sand and deserts sun shining down hard and acrid, acrid = acidic, dust and storms and angels with broken wings, stories I wrote when I was 12 years old and I could still write, the harsh, insufferable heat scalding their perfect skin to charcoal
its never wet and its always there, lurking, just where you dont want it. Dry mouth when you wake up, dry skin when you’re going out. Hair dryers are just annoyingly loud when you can just use a towel. I like the deciciveness of the word DRY. SMASH.
dry, the first thing i think of are dry eyes, and how uncomfortable that can be
parched
dusty
thirsty.
My bosses firend’s husband died in the desert because he had no water. DRY that is horribly dry.
Dry, ol way past over the hill, the oppoite of went. Im mad right now, i must be dry of something.
the desert is dry. it really is. except when it rains. and i think i remember reading about when it rains in the desert. when it rains, it pours. and it gets really cold at night. i don’t exactly know why, but it does. i think it has something to do with it being really dry and nothing being there to hold the heat in… anyway…
the desert was extremely dry and i had run out of water in my canteen. oh, where could i ever find water in one of the driest places on earth? i knew i couldn’t and found myself in a predicament.
my mouth when i play my trumpet. god. its always dry! my jury just passed, and i wasn’t all that nervous, but then right before i went in i was, and my mouth got dry. dammit. that always happens. i sometimes wonder if i really should keep playing trumpet, because surely a trumpet performance major shouldn’t have this big of a problem playing in front of people. but i do.
My lips are dry. It makes me sick the way you sucked it all out of me, and all that’s left is skin, bone, and empathy. I love you and I will always love you.
I was in the desert on my 20th birthday. I wanted to find something to drink but I couldn’t. Everything was so dry, my mouth started to crack, and my tongue stopped working. Happy Birthday I guess? If only it would rain.
dry it was the music on that player as i drove away in the bus on such rainy nights we were alone and we were full of rain and i knew now that if i had sat by you instead of succumbing to my issues the ones that i am brought about for and raught on i would have held your hand and then i would have been in seattle forever and not a person or i would have been someone else
the shirts have to be dry, drying is most doing for a machine that is called a DRYER and is very important in a family home because it can dry many clothes in one night, specially when you have to go to school the next day it can be very usefull xD
The cat pulled her to tongue back inside of her little cave of a mouth. there were no drippings no stalagtites just that stail taste of herself. Like white wine bathtub water. Hairball.
it was a dry hot desert sun. beating down relentlessly upon the parched pavement. scorpions and snakes scattered about the bloodied body, as buzzards circled overhead. it would not be long until the bones were picked clean.
It’s hot outside and the air sticks to your face like glue. You look up and the sun as it pierces your eyes. The tears in your eyes begin to dissolve with the heat as you feel the dust swell up in the air as the wind blow all around you. Orange sky, yellow wind, it is dry outside.
deserts are normally dry. They’re kinda silly like that, no water and all. The opposite of what you’d expect from a lifetime of coastal living. I guess thats why I’ve never travelled abroad to wonderful places with delightful deserts, they’re unnatural and strange to me. Water is good. Water. Water. Water drops. This writing is dry. I’ve been given 60 seconds to write about dry. The only thing dry is my fountain of inspiration.
I have been in the dry desert. It was beautiful as we rode along on the ship — I saw things I have never seen before, and I may never see again. Every trip like that is similar in a sense because it changes my life in some way. My life was changed by the dry desert.
dry is the oppisite of wet. things that are dry cannot be described on such manner in any other way, except for “not wet,” which does not count. The element of dryness often goes unstated in descriptions, but it is rather important. Dry is often ended by water.
dry this is what i am on the inside and you think that i am dripping wanting lusting you don’t make me want to do anything boy you make me want to curl up in a ball and not doing things of that variety i guess that it is okay but i want to be un-dry go back to the sumemr when you first said it and it was scandulous not over played and an invitation but this keen little wonder
hot, desert, walking across the sand where you cant see because the heat is rising up in rippling waves of pain and vibrancy. there is little to drink when you are stuck in the desert or in target or walmart for that matter. to have a dry mouth its a lot like being lost. you are distracted, troubled and unable to think.
My throat is dry. The sun is hot. This is the way it was meant to be. Not wet and soggy. Like you. And yet I cannot stay here. This place is a wisp, a dream from times past. But I’ll still have you after this dream. In your and Topaz.
The arid, desert air washed over Dave.
So dry. So hot.
“That infomercial was a damned lie.”
Tiny classified ads. Millions. Riiiiiight.
Where the hell is that bus?
Once I stepped out of the shower, my balls began to drip dry. Ever since I was a young child, I have always been afraid to dry them
sahara, water, rain, tired, hot, cracked, blessing, smoke, fire, disapointment.
rain, and thunder and wet and water. warm and cosy and safe. in a womb, a womb of love and friendship and care. safety in the closnesss of another human being, a man with arms to wrap and lips to kiss and hands to hold and a heart and mind to love.
I got wet just thinkiing about this word.
when ı was seven years old my mother told me please give your t-shirts to thee dry machine, put it thre.If your t-shirts are not dry yo will be ill now
I was so dry I felt like the Sahara was in and around my whole being. Every cell cried out for welcome relief and water to replenish my starving, dry body, my eyes felt like pieces of dried leaves
Its a dry night. My Brain is dry and so i feel. I am afraid of tomorrow so i feel dry about it. What is the reason for us, for feeling so dry. My angels is dry and i am about to get even dryer.
deserted in a place thats far away.be left behind by the ones who you need. unable to da a thing because of thirst out of time with nothing to do but regret
dry lands cannot sustain living creatures for very long. people can become irritable and humorless in dry conditions as well. i once are a dry piece of bread. it made me irritable.
soft warm lovingly caressed parched needing a kiss before the washing of wetness and completeness fresh
sand and deserts sun shining down hard and acrid, acrid = acidic, dust and storms and angels with broken wings, stories I wrote when I was 12 years old and I could still write, the harsh, insufferable heat scalding their perfect skin to charcoal
dry
its never wet and its always there, lurking, just where you dont want it. Dry mouth when you wake up, dry skin when you’re going out. Hair dryers are just annoyingly loud when you can just use a towel. I like the deciciveness of the word DRY. SMASH.
dry, the first thing i think of are dry eyes, and how uncomfortable that can be
parched
dusty
thirsty.
My bosses firend’s husband died in the desert because he had no water. DRY that is horribly dry.
Dry, ol way past over the hill, the oppoite of went. Im mad right now, i must be dry of something.
the desert is dry. it really is. except when it rains. and i think i remember reading about when it rains in the desert. when it rains, it pours. and it gets really cold at night. i don’t exactly know why, but it does. i think it has something to do with it being really dry and nothing being there to hold the heat in… anyway…
dry is something that hasnt had water hit it yet. something not moist.
the desert was extremely dry and i had run out of water in my canteen. oh, where could i ever find water in one of the driest places on earth? i knew i couldn’t and found myself in a predicament.
i like it when the pants im wearing are dry.
my mouth when i play my trumpet. god. its always dry! my jury just passed, and i wasn’t all that nervous, but then right before i went in i was, and my mouth got dry. dammit. that always happens. i sometimes wonder if i really should keep playing trumpet, because surely a trumpet performance major shouldn’t have this big of a problem playing in front of people. but i do.
My lips are dry. It makes me sick the way you sucked it all out of me, and all that’s left is skin, bone, and empathy. I love you and I will always love you.
I was in the desert on my 20th birthday. I wanted to find something to drink but I couldn’t. Everything was so dry, my mouth started to crack, and my tongue stopped working. Happy Birthday I guess? If only it would rain.
dry is great muhahah i love it is sooo dry and not wet isnt it great it makes ur laundry smell great
How dry I am
How wet I’ll be
If I don’t find
The bathroom key
I’ve found the key
But where’s the door
Oops, too late
It’s on the floor
dry it was the music on that player as i drove away in the bus on such rainy nights we were alone and we were full of rain and i knew now that if i had sat by you instead of succumbing to my issues the ones that i am brought about for and raught on i would have held your hand and then i would have been in seattle forever and not a person or i would have been someone else
mouth from toking. like the skin on my leg after sun poisoning. two weeks later. doesn’t itch though. looks like a leper leg for now.
the shirts have to be dry, drying is most doing for a machine that is called a DRYER and is very important in a family home because it can dry many clothes in one night, specially when you have to go to school the next day it can be very usefull xD
dry is the wine we like and dry is the weather for cycling. dry is the humour the gives a zing and dry is the time to hang out.
The cat pulled her to tongue back inside of her little cave of a mouth. there were no drippings no stalagtites just that stail taste of herself. Like white wine bathtub water. Hairball.
it was a dry hot desert sun. beating down relentlessly upon the parched pavement. scorpions and snakes scattered about the bloodied body, as buzzards circled overhead. it would not be long until the bones were picked clean.
how dry I am, I’ll wet I’ll be if I don’t find the bathroom key
dry is my martini,
dry is my wit
dry are my eyes
dry is the end of sun
It’s hot outside and the air sticks to your face like glue. You look up and the sun as it pierces your eyes. The tears in your eyes begin to dissolve with the heat as you feel the dust swell up in the air as the wind blow all around you. Orange sky, yellow wind, it is dry outside.
deserts are normally dry. They’re kinda silly like that, no water and all. The opposite of what you’d expect from a lifetime of coastal living. I guess thats why I’ve never travelled abroad to wonderful places with delightful deserts, they’re unnatural and strange to me. Water is good. Water. Water. Water drops. This writing is dry. I’ve been given 60 seconds to write about dry. The only thing dry is my fountain of inspiration.
I have been in the dry desert. It was beautiful as we rode along on the ship — I saw things I have never seen before, and I may never see again. Every trip like that is similar in a sense because it changes my life in some way. My life was changed by the dry desert.
very dry, perhaps NOT as dry as YOU might think…early…in the spring
dry i dont know what else write???
dry is the oppisite of wet. things that are dry cannot be described on such manner in any other way, except for “not wet,” which does not count. The element of dryness often goes unstated in descriptions, but it is rather important. Dry is often ended by water.
dry this is what i am on the inside and you think that i am dripping wanting lusting you don’t make me want to do anything boy you make me want to curl up in a ball and not doing things of that variety i guess that it is okay but i want to be un-dry go back to the sumemr when you first said it and it was scandulous not over played and an invitation but this keen little wonder
hot, desert, walking across the sand where you cant see because the heat is rising up in rippling waves of pain and vibrancy. there is little to drink when you are stuck in the desert or in target or walmart for that matter. to have a dry mouth its a lot like being lost. you are distracted, troubled and unable to think.