we’re goin down down in an earlier round
and sugar we’re goin down swingin
i’ll be your number one with a bullet
a loaded god complex, cock it and pull it.
What if I fall out the window? What of it? A lot, a little, it would be sad and I shall not drift off into the next, it is too easy and too hard, I would rather have clouds and rain and dirt and the shift of human feet along a station, together in cardboard and coffee and noise, even if there is a dull throb underneath it.
the fallout kept on happening everywhere they looked. the girls and boys stumbled about in utter confusion. what was happening? and why were they here? why did they have to experience this? it will change the course of history forever, yet there will be noone in the future to ever know, or care.
I would like to have a fallout with my head….I’ll just fallout for a little while and then move back in, but I want to know what it’s like out there. Who knows what a little conflict could mean, where it might bring me.
i hate when friends who used to be inseperable, fallout of touch. so much happens in the time you dont talk, and then when you want to again, its nearly impossible for thigns to go back to the way they used to be.
one day when I was listening to fallout boy on the radio I decided to try and fallout my self, so I climbed a tree and I did indeed fallout.
Luckily my parachute saved me.
Everyone stops to see the apples fall of the cart. Shaken from their spot by the grocer as the first bullet pulled him by his left sholder over the cart.
No one knew how bad the fallout was going to be–no one could. A disaster of this magnitude had never occurred, not even in the deep bowels of history. John shook his head and ran his hands against his now unwillingly dread locked hair–it was only a matter of time.
When did the fallout occur? I was dancing on my feet, and now I can b arely crawl. just sliding around on the ground like a snack waddling after its big dinner.
Fall out
from which way
which day
will I choose to stay
which will I choose to go
I dont really have any where else to go
I think my fall out
as in fall out shelter
is your heart
and I cant think of any where better
so let me release this fetter…
I told my students I lost their essays. Then I burned their poems. Then I gave them all C’s. But I told them I loved them anyway, for their spirit and energy! Apparently they don’t love me anymore.
No-one could have predicted the fallout. It seemed the simplest of break-ups: straightforward, even amicable. Of course it’s always tricky when so many mutual friends are involved, but for a while it seemed all would continue as it was; dinners and picnics, meetings over coffee, all so very civilized. But then the cracks began to appear, and we discovered just how far the betrayals went.
after the fallout
there is never much ado about nothing
christmas dinners are filled with silence
and the table is filled with coal
the uncle drinks too much
the children play their roles
the timer goes off
just wait for the snow.
She has always been labelled as the oddball around here. No one blames her; she was just plain weird. Bu the truth is, she wasn’t. She just needed someone to understand her, someone who shares the same interests as she does. Just because she isn’t into pop icons and cute boys doesn’t mean she’s an alien.
Jack fell out with a lot of people. A pity when he was one of the most charismatic presidents in the history of The United States. I want to visit his final resting place and leave a single red rose.
Fallout everywhere;
The trees, scantily clad, begging for a tip.
Their golden gowns at their feet.
Followed by fallen nests, thrown by spiteful storms.
And pinecones, so many.
i can’t help but think of fallout boy and that dumb song. but the more i think the more sad i get because i’ve had a couple major falling outs with people i love most, and there’s nothing i can do about it. burning bridges is not what i do but it can’t be avoided. falling, entering, we move on so we can move forward and i’m okay with that.
At some point in the relationship there was a fallout between us, i dont know if it was something that happened, such as that statement, that fight, that failed commitment, or that final stab in the back. Maybe it was slowly dying the whole time, or never there at all.
In middle school I told my best friend I thought I was bisexual. She responed by crying and screaming at me for seeing her naked in gym. My group of friends had a large fallout over this, and now I know who my real friends are. Most of them stay in touch to this day.
The apocalypse is a terrible niche. I think the genre needs to be replaced by something less obvious than nuclear fallout. Fallout with friends, enemies, fallouts emotionally and physically are a much better point for this word. It gets abused too much; isolated. It has had a rough childhood. It needs a new identity.
Nuclear fallout renders the world less hostile than modern society. You may be physically destroyed by that depleted uranium, but it cannot compare to the caustic toxicity of modern society.
Fallout? Like a falling out between friends? It’s a funny expression when you think about it. Like what does that mean… “Oh, we just had a falling out…” I mean, I use it all the time. I think it’s kind of a more polite way of saying, oh we had a fight. But fall out. Like fall out of friendship. Or fall out of love.
my friend and i had a fall out. we were not getting along. i told her i did not like her atidtude. she did not listen. she did not care. maybe it was me. maybe i need to change. i have had many fallouts with people in my life.
She fell out. That was that. She lived her life everyday, hoping that she wouldn’t lose her footing. She could always feel herself falling, slowly but surely. She couldn’t hold on anymore. It was an impossible lifestyle to keep up, and even though it was tough for her to admit, she was becoming a fallout.
And how does she feel? A hundred bullets through her chest. A thousand trains collided in her. A million tears in the corners her million eyes. A billion times worse than ever is the fallout of her trust and love.
we’re goin down down in an earlier round
and sugar we’re goin down swingin
i’ll be your number one with a bullet
a loaded god complex, cock it and pull it.
What if I fall out the window? What of it? A lot, a little, it would be sad and I shall not drift off into the next, it is too easy and too hard, I would rather have clouds and rain and dirt and the shift of human feet along a station, together in cardboard and coffee and noise, even if there is a dull throb underneath it.
through the roof and into the underground, we fell. endlessly tumbling and spiralling to something… we haven’t quite figured out what, just yet.
the fallout kept on happening everywhere they looked. the girls and boys stumbled about in utter confusion. what was happening? and why were they here? why did they have to experience this? it will change the course of history forever, yet there will be noone in the future to ever know, or care.
The fallout of a life lived in fear is ……. endless missed opportunities, love, triumph, kindness, goodness, all that is good left undone.
Fallout.
I would like to have a fallout with my head….I’ll just fallout for a little while and then move back in, but I want to know what it’s like out there. Who knows what a little conflict could mean, where it might bring me.
Everywhere ash was falling, I couldn’t understand why this was happening to me. Everything was gone, dead. Nuclear fallout.
fall out. i’ve fallen out. it’s been a while.
i hate when friends who used to be inseperable, fallout of touch. so much happens in the time you dont talk, and then when you want to again, its nearly impossible for thigns to go back to the way they used to be.
one day when I was listening to fallout boy on the radio I decided to try and fallout my self, so I climbed a tree and I did indeed fallout.
Luckily my parachute saved me.
Everyone stops to see the apples fall of the cart. Shaken from their spot by the grocer as the first bullet pulled him by his left sholder over the cart.
a choice..a reaction…still a choice
falling slowly in to the unknown of the dark hoping to fall somewhere where i will not die from the people who try to kill me.
No one knew how bad the fallout was going to be–no one could. A disaster of this magnitude had never occurred, not even in the deep bowels of history. John shook his head and ran his hands against his now unwillingly dread locked hair–it was only a matter of time.
When did the fallout occur? I was dancing on my feet, and now I can b arely crawl. just sliding around on the ground like a snack waddling after its big dinner.
The rain pounded mercilessly against our roof. I struggled to remember the day when I began this fall out. This horrible spot I was in. When had it oc
Fall out
from which way
which day
will I choose to stay
which will I choose to go
I dont really have any where else to go
I think my fall out
as in fall out shelter
is your heart
and I cant think of any where better
so let me release this fetter…
of love
with friends
with each other
a tree
a window
the sky
a boat
I told my students I lost their essays. Then I burned their poems. Then I gave them all C’s. But I told them I loved them anyway, for their spirit and energy! Apparently they don’t love me anymore.
No-one could have predicted the fallout. It seemed the simplest of break-ups: straightforward, even amicable. Of course it’s always tricky when so many mutual friends are involved, but for a while it seemed all would continue as it was; dinners and picnics, meetings over coffee, all so very civilized. But then the cracks began to appear, and we discovered just how far the betrayals went.
after the fallout
there is never much ado about nothing
christmas dinners are filled with silence
and the table is filled with coal
the uncle drinks too much
the children play their roles
the timer goes off
just wait for the snow.
I crouched within the corridors of my mind. The shadows taunting me with memories. I close my eyes and wait for the fallout of reality.
She has always been labelled as the oddball around here. No one blames her; she was just plain weird. Bu the truth is, she wasn’t. She just needed someone to understand her, someone who shares the same interests as she does. Just because she isn’t into pop icons and cute boys doesn’t mean she’s an alien.
she speaks down to me, darling whatd you think, i’m not made for love.
well you’ve done it now, out la fenetre, excuse the french.
Fallout
Jack fell out with a lot of people. A pity when he was one of the most charismatic presidents in the history of The United States. I want to visit his final resting place and leave a single red rose.
Fallout everywhere;
The trees, scantily clad, begging for a tip.
Their golden gowns at their feet.
Followed by fallen nests, thrown by spiteful storms.
And pinecones, so many.
Remember, the times are changing.
Winter soon.
I fall out. Out of my habbits. Out of my point of view. Out of my frame. No longer secure. I fall in my life, I fall in love.
fallout…that’s falling out of grace…faliing out of love…faliing…a double-edged sword…
fallout is something that happens when plans just don’t come through.
i can’t help but think of fallout boy and that dumb song. but the more i think the more sad i get because i’ve had a couple major falling outs with people i love most, and there’s nothing i can do about it. burning bridges is not what i do but it can’t be avoided. falling, entering, we move on so we can move forward and i’m okay with that.
At some point in the relationship there was a fallout between us, i dont know if it was something that happened, such as that statement, that fight, that failed commitment, or that final stab in the back. Maybe it was slowly dying the whole time, or never there at all.
1.She fellout of the gmae.
2.She said “Fallout mad goose!!”
Fallout is a great word.
In middle school I told my best friend I thought I was bisexual. She responed by crying and screaming at me for seeing her naked in gym. My group of friends had a large fallout over this, and now I know who my real friends are. Most of them stay in touch to this day.
She started to fallout because someone else wanted to have a turn so she
The apocalypse is a terrible niche. I think the genre needs to be replaced by something less obvious than nuclear fallout. Fallout with friends, enemies, fallouts emotionally and physically are a much better point for this word. It gets abused too much; isolated. It has had a rough childhood. It needs a new identity.
Nuclear fallout renders the world less hostile than modern society. You may be physically destroyed by that depleted uranium, but it cannot compare to the caustic toxicity of modern society.
Fallout? Like a falling out between friends? It’s a funny expression when you think about it. Like what does that mean… “Oh, we just had a falling out…” I mean, I use it all the time. I think it’s kind of a more polite way of saying, oh we had a fight. But fall out. Like fall out of friendship. Or fall out of love.
my friend and i had a fall out. we were not getting along. i told her i did not like her atidtude. she did not listen. she did not care. maybe it was me. maybe i need to change. i have had many fallouts with people in my life.
She fell out. That was that. She lived her life everyday, hoping that she wouldn’t lose her footing. She could always feel herself falling, slowly but surely. She couldn’t hold on anymore. It was an impossible lifestyle to keep up, and even though it was tough for her to admit, she was becoming a fallout.
And how does she feel? A hundred bullets through her chest. A thousand trains collided in her. A million tears in the corners her million eyes. A billion times worse than ever is the fallout of her trust and love.