i love festivals as they are highly colourful and frolicful there is normally music and dancing and crafts and lots of fun things to do.
they are exciting and and
Anthrax and Public Enemy. Wait, no, just Anthrax doing that song. What the hell was it called? Uh…I’m the Man! I am the Man! I am the Man! SHUT UP! You know, I’m so bad, it’s a crime. Oh how I remember the eighties. Childhood gone so well. Idle days were the best days. Maybe thats why my life sucks now. I believed in idleness.
A party in which crazy music leads people to have have fun and bacchanal all night long. The booze flows and lovers meet and happiness is everywhere. Drunks line the way home at the end of the night. Happy sleepers who belch towards morning.
The banners ran up the pole, flapping in a breeze that had yet to light itself all the way to the ground. Lost in the masses, the little boy stumbled through the parade of colors and voices, wandering the alleyways of wonderment and excitement, searching for the next curiosity that would take him away from the moment and shuttle him into the next.
a nice party where you and me find a place to love live and spent the better part of our lives together , we danced and smiled and gave it all that day
why does it always give me festival i get so annoyed with this topic I try to get something else and what does it do, give me festival thats what grr I hate talking about the festival all the time what give bro this annoys me. I never loved at this word any differently but I try to so hard and then yet again i am filled with fail and more even so would you want to write about this words i think not is had nothing to do with the goings on with anything i’m make words happen and they make sense to me
As I approached the festival, my heart was filled with the joy of a thousand Gods. My mind reeled. Excitement abounds! Joy like I had never beheld was strewn about like empty cardboard boxes praying for the return of a lost loved one, like a match waiting to be struck so it could burn down an entire city of mimes.
But alas. I was not to enter the festival. For I only had one foot, and the Gods disapproved of my monoleg body. I cried, tears of a saddened one legged man and
It was a Jewish festival for a boy who wasn’t Jewish. Everyone was dressed in traditional attire but he looked like any ordinary boy. There’s a feeling of emptiness that dwells within when you know this festival is not celebrating what you believe.
food, lots and lots of food,
strange foods that i would never buy if i wasn’t at a festival.
and waiting and a line much longer then any i would usually accept for my favorite meals
There was a time when people would celebrate the coming of the new year. There was a time when there were calendars. But after the outbreak, and the bombs that followed, most people couldn’t keep themselves fed, much less keep track of time.
The seasons would pass, and like in times past, these were the marking points of a new period, and a time to celebrate.
i love festivals especially the ones in brasil i wish i could go back there now today a;nd take my daughter with me to show her all the glory there is in another country and to play all day and eat and drink and talk to the people of the city and look at the favellas so closely i will cry and not look away this time,. I will talk to whomever talks to me and I will learn the language and not think of any other problems other than getting by in amnother language. To be free like that would be really something wouldn’t it?
There were lights hanging from the tents, blue in color. We stood away from the crouds of hungry masses making their way slowly towards the food table. I turned to Rhiannon and played with her blonde hair. I was not happy. She looked at me with solemn eyes. I couldn’t be happy. Not with this air of fear hanging over the festival.
party in the streets with many costumes and drinks. It is bright and cheerful with lots of people happily hanging together. music plays as many dance and sing. bright faces and cheerful paces as they all move together in rhythmic motion.
our love felt like a festival every day…that was until I got to know him better; he used to do things for me, unexpectedly, whisper sweet words into my ear, surprise me with a nice evening out; we’d picnic in the park, visit galleries; we were constantly exploring new places, each other
Fun, colorful full of sorts of people, tall, large, small, cute, ugly and pretty. All together for one reason, to have a good time, to play games and win fun prizes. Can’t forget the great and fattening food served there. Yummy the waffle cakes, now I am hungry
Festival?
Strawberry festival! I wish I had the means to go. Essentially, a gathering of people with similar interests, similar passions and ambitions for life.
Film festivals on warm summer nights, blankets strewn across the grass, all faces glued to the projection on the wall, into which people poured their hearts and souls
and minds.
It’s where we met. I had fallen in the mud, my shoes covered, more or less up to my ankles. He put his hand out. The uncharacteristic gentleman-air in this day threw me. I think that’s why I fell for him. I thank god every day for that festival. We still go every year.
horses run faster in the morning on the steep side of the earth today i say i saw a monster catfish eat a dirtworm inside the easter basket tuesday will turn inside out the only thing i want to shout intimidate the quite riot stop i won’t until it’s over
It was like a light show in a theatre when you don’t think you’re going to enjoy it but then somehow, upon some lucky ray of inspiration, you just love it. It was like when the family reunites for the first time in several years – that kind of joy.
the best festivals i ever had were on the lawn of my fraternity ouse in Ithaca new york with classic rock, friends, and totally impromptu organization. we were so happy then, in the sun, with no one telling us what we had to do, no one in a position of authority telling us to get off the lawn, or where to put the extension cord, or whether or not we should be on the roof.
Oh a festival sounds kind of fun, but in it’s own way also exhausting. I am reminded of the carnivals that used to come to the mall when I was growing up. I remember that I really wanted to go one year, but my mom made me go to flute lessons instead. I don’t even like carnival rides, but a lot of friends were going to be there, and I was really sad I couldn’t go.
I’m reading a book that’s christian based right now called oh, nuts I forget. Anyway the setting is in New Orleans during Mardi Gras. It’s about a series of murders. Some subject for christians? No, it’s about marriage and family as well.
It was a festival. Or at least in his mind it was. It really was a half-eaten bag of Doritos, a stack of rented DVDs and his dog sleeping at the end of the couch. His mind, however, created an outdoor extravaganza where thousands enjoyed with him the comedy of Lenny Bruce and the Furious Five.
a festival is a thing you go to to celebrate some great commemorating event or occasion such as a religious “festival” or a carnival. They are usually expensive and have lots of corny rides that you go on anyway because you’re there. Lots of bright lits, carnies, and other scary things. Bada bing bada boom, sayoonara :).
Festival is a fun time. It is fun. We like it. Kids like it. We all like festival because it is fun. When we went there we had a fun time. We would like to go back to festival each year. My favorite thing about festival is the fun. It was great and fun.
The lights are exploding. The flames are reigning down on the heads of the knights, wenches, and knaves. Hair is on fire. The lights are exploding.
What was supposed to be a night of carefree merriment and fun at the Ren Fest turned into countless trips to the emergency room for first, second, and third degree burns.
As the men carried the platform that held the statue for the festival of the Immaculate Conception, children dressed as angels scattered flowers through the streets. This was not Italy, but a small town in upstate New York. The school band played Salve Regina and the onlookers bent their heads and fingered their rosaries.
i wanted to go to the festival. but i couldnt. too many things to do, too many people to care for. btu i sat in the window watching the lights of the festival, seeing the people dance and cavort with glee. and it made me wonder. is this me? this sad old woman too scared to move? i sighed and shuffled away from the window to put my teeth back in.
You wouldn’t get this from any other guy
A full commitments what Im thinking of
You know the rules and so do I
Were no strangers to love
One time, I went to a festival. Then I went over to your house, and banged your mom.
Also, that’s what she said
That’s what she said
i love festivals as they are highly colourful and frolicful there is normally music and dancing and crafts and lots of fun things to do.
they are exciting and and
Anthrax and Public Enemy. Wait, no, just Anthrax doing that song. What the hell was it called? Uh…I’m the Man! I am the Man! I am the Man! SHUT UP! You know, I’m so bad, it’s a crime. Oh how I remember the eighties. Childhood gone so well. Idle days were the best days. Maybe thats why my life sucks now. I believed in idleness.
A party in which crazy music leads people to have have fun and bacchanal all night long. The booze flows and lovers meet and happiness is everywhere. Drunks line the way home at the end of the night. Happy sleepers who belch towards morning.
The banners ran up the pole, flapping in a breeze that had yet to light itself all the way to the ground. Lost in the masses, the little boy stumbled through the parade of colors and voices, wandering the alleyways of wonderment and excitement, searching for the next curiosity that would take him away from the moment and shuttle him into the next.
fuck. can’t i get a different fucking word.
a nice party where you and me find a place to love live and spent the better part of our lives together , we danced and smiled and gave it all that day
why does it always give me festival i get so annoyed with this topic I try to get something else and what does it do, give me festival thats what grr I hate talking about the festival all the time what give bro this annoys me. I never loved at this word any differently but I try to so hard and then yet again i am filled with fail and more even so would you want to write about this words i think not is had nothing to do with the goings on with anything i’m make words happen and they make sense to me
As I approached the festival, my heart was filled with the joy of a thousand Gods. My mind reeled. Excitement abounds! Joy like I had never beheld was strewn about like empty cardboard boxes praying for the return of a lost loved one, like a match waiting to be struck so it could burn down an entire city of mimes.
But alas. I was not to enter the festival. For I only had one foot, and the Gods disapproved of my monoleg body. I cried, tears of a saddened one legged man and
It was a Jewish festival for a boy who wasn’t Jewish. Everyone was dressed in traditional attire but he looked like any ordinary boy. There’s a feeling of emptiness that dwells within when you know this festival is not celebrating what you believe.
food, lots and lots of food,
strange foods that i would never buy if i wasn’t at a festival.
and waiting and a line much longer then any i would usually accept for my favorite meals
There was a time when people would celebrate the coming of the new year. There was a time when there were calendars. But after the outbreak, and the bombs that followed, most people couldn’t keep themselves fed, much less keep track of time.
The seasons would pass, and like in times past, these were the marking points of a new period, and a time to celebrate.
i love festivals especially the ones in brasil i wish i could go back there now today a;nd take my daughter with me to show her all the glory there is in another country and to play all day and eat and drink and talk to the people of the city and look at the favellas so closely i will cry and not look away this time,. I will talk to whomever talks to me and I will learn the language and not think of any other problems other than getting by in amnother language. To be free like that would be really something wouldn’t it?
There were lights hanging from the tents, blue in color. We stood away from the crouds of hungry masses making their way slowly towards the food table. I turned to Rhiannon and played with her blonde hair. I was not happy. She looked at me with solemn eyes. I couldn’t be happy. Not with this air of fear hanging over the festival.
party in the streets with many costumes and drinks. It is bright and cheerful with lots of people happily hanging together. music plays as many dance and sing. bright faces and cheerful paces as they all move together in rhythmic motion.
our love felt like a festival every day…that was until I got to know him better; he used to do things for me, unexpectedly, whisper sweet words into my ear, surprise me with a nice evening out; we’d picnic in the park, visit galleries; we were constantly exploring new places, each other
Fun, colorful full of sorts of people, tall, large, small, cute, ugly and pretty. All together for one reason, to have a good time, to play games and win fun prizes. Can’t forget the great and fattening food served there. Yummy the waffle cakes, now I am hungry
Festival?
Strawberry festival! I wish I had the means to go. Essentially, a gathering of people with similar interests, similar passions and ambitions for life.
Film festivals on warm summer nights, blankets strewn across the grass, all faces glued to the projection on the wall, into which people poured their hearts and souls
and minds.
It’s where we met. I had fallen in the mud, my shoes covered, more or less up to my ankles. He put his hand out. The uncharacteristic gentleman-air in this day threw me. I think that’s why I fell for him. I thank god every day for that festival. We still go every year.
horses run faster in the morning on the steep side of the earth today i say i saw a monster catfish eat a dirtworm inside the easter basket tuesday will turn inside out the only thing i want to shout intimidate the quite riot stop i won’t until it’s over
It was like a light show in a theatre when you don’t think you’re going to enjoy it but then somehow, upon some lucky ray of inspiration, you just love it. It was like when the family reunites for the first time in several years – that kind of joy.
the best festivals i ever had were on the lawn of my fraternity ouse in Ithaca new york with classic rock, friends, and totally impromptu organization. we were so happy then, in the sun, with no one telling us what we had to do, no one in a position of authority telling us to get off the lawn, or where to put the extension cord, or whether or not we should be on the roof.
Oh a festival sounds kind of fun, but in it’s own way also exhausting. I am reminded of the carnivals that used to come to the mall when I was growing up. I remember that I really wanted to go one year, but my mom made me go to flute lessons instead. I don’t even like carnival rides, but a lot of friends were going to be there, and I was really sad I couldn’t go.
I’m reading a book that’s christian based right now called oh, nuts I forget. Anyway the setting is in New Orleans during Mardi Gras. It’s about a series of murders. Some subject for christians? No, it’s about marriage and family as well.
My heart was full
of pity and spite.
I found a place
where I could write.
I performed at a place I like,
It was a festival, where I won first prize.
It was a festival. Or at least in his mind it was. It really was a half-eaten bag of Doritos, a stack of rented DVDs and his dog sleeping at the end of the couch. His mind, however, created an outdoor extravaganza where thousands enjoyed with him the comedy of Lenny Bruce and the Furious Five.
a festival is a thing you go to to celebrate some great commemorating event or occasion such as a religious “festival” or a carnival. They are usually expensive and have lots of corny rides that you go on anyway because you’re there. Lots of bright lits, carnies, and other scary things. Bada bing bada boom, sayoonara :).
Festival is a fun time. It is fun. We like it. Kids like it. We all like festival because it is fun. When we went there we had a fun time. We would like to go back to festival each year. My favorite thing about festival is the fun. It was great and fun.
i took his virginity then he left me.
I went to the festival. There were people from all over the nation there.
I went to the festival. There were people from all over the nation there.
The lights are exploding. The flames are reigning down on the heads of the knights, wenches, and knaves. Hair is on fire. The lights are exploding.
What was supposed to be a night of carefree merriment and fun at the Ren Fest turned into countless trips to the emergency room for first, second, and third degree burns.
As the men carried the platform that held the statue for the festival of the Immaculate Conception, children dressed as angels scattered flowers through the streets. This was not Italy, but a small town in upstate New York. The school band played Salve Regina and the onlookers bent their heads and fingered their rosaries.
i wanted to go to the festival. but i couldnt. too many things to do, too many people to care for. btu i sat in the window watching the lights of the festival, seeing the people dance and cavort with glee. and it made me wonder. is this me? this sad old woman too scared to move? i sighed and shuffled away from the window to put my teeth back in.
The entire week had been like a festival set up in her life. It was fun. It was loud, it was bright and merry, and it was magical. Magical.