In the show Viva La Bam Bam has a glossy purple Lamborghini. In the inside its a pure leather. I would realy like to have a car like Bam the Lamborghini Gelardo. But to get a Lamborghini Gelardo you must have a good job and get a lot of money to get that kind of car.
My uncle has a black glossy Mercedes in the inside its also pure brown leather. He put some black glossy rims wich makes it look nice. He also put window tint on his car. I realy like my uncles car.
overfladisk glatt og fjern, en falsk og kunstig erstatning for et medmenneske som ikke fant veien til ditt sted, til den plass du led på over vissheten over selv å ha blitt en løgner.
Her lips were glossy from applying the thick lipstick. Grimacing, Erika felt like she put too much on. Looking around her, she searched around for something to wipe off her lips. There was a box of tissues on Nicole’s desk, so Erika snagged a few.
im so glossy. it is a type of thing that goes WEEEE on your face. but not really . i dont know what im writing about. i guess its kinda like what it looks lik after a girl puts on some lipstick or something. or what a window looks like after it is cleaned… but maybe not.. has like vaseline oin it… ufucking keyboard… ahhhhhhhhhh i dont know BAM BAM BAM!!!
glossy. lips. glossy lips. my glossy lips. my glossy lips pressed against your lips. against you un glossy lips. my glossy lips pressed against your un glossy lips. in the car. before you drop me off. to go home. where i slowly die. i like my glossy lips on your un glossy lips. i don’t like home.
Don’t gloss things over with sugar.
i want the truth, I don’t care if its shiny or sweet, I just want it to be real. Real for you. and of course, do to the self centered nature of myself, real for me.
shiny and fabulous always reminds me of this wod. Just pops when you hear it. There is something fun and stellar about it. Reflective and possessive just when you think it’s over it can come right back with a redo
wow, what a quality finish. I am jsut watching the bar and pooing my pants making bare typos. Hmm. When you have the time what can you think to say about glossy. Damm wish i had faster typing speeed…wow changes colour glosssyyyy indeed. I love lexis!
glossy like the magnets on the fridge like the raven’s feathers in all fo those bad poems about women with black hair black like the tar pits of La Brea, right? Glossy photos vs. Matte oh Walden’s we miss you, the memories, the photo hunts, no more. All are left are some canisters and some ridiculously bad photos on my part. To what end?
The glossy leaf fell sadly upon the ground. It’s shine reflecting the last rays of the retreating sun. Darkness filled the sky and soon the little leaf glowed a sad shade of blue.
I hate girls who say their lips are so glossy. I don’t give a fuck about your lip gloss. Fuck your lip gloss.
Shit, what else does glossy mean? Doesn’t it just mean like shiny? I don’t know. I have photo printing paper that says glossy. Maybe that’s what glossy means. It’s not a good picture unless it’s glossy!!!
Glossy, grose. Wet and sticky. What is it. It’s toltaly icky. Icky in the eyes of some. But not always for everyone. Some people see a gorgeous stone, but others just see something they want to laeve alone. Deep in the ocean, baneath the sand. Lies something small, that fits in your hand. Under the dirt, and under the grit. Something people risk thair lives to get. Something tiny, but oh so preceous. Why would people risk thair live to get this? Risking it all for something so small, risking thair world, for just a glossy, little pearl.
Your eyes were glossy, not glazed over, so I knew that you weren’t yet gone. I let your eyelids flutter and fall, then ran my hand along your cheek and through your hair. I whispered into your ear how much I loved you and how much I would miss you. I hope you know that was the truth. It still is. I love you, baby.
glossy the sky yesterday around clouds and the surface of the fountain pool in the park and also the sheen on the feathers of the grackle in the fountain pool the sun poured down over all of us and glossed the scene
i can’t even begin to explain it. so much, piled on so high. jewels beads ruffles lace. and her lips. so shiny. and glossy. what was she trying to prove? did she want something? something more than i could give her? where was her heart? where was her head? but now she is gone. and i miss her. she wasn’t me but i wasn’t her.
I awoke to hear the sounds of the traffic ouside, where am i i began to wonder. i opened my eyes to see a room grey and lifeless no furnature that i could reakky see, just a few misc items strown from here to there, papers and graffitti covered the walls. i began to sit up and a sharp pain shot through my body like the arrow of cupid through an unsuspecting heart, i took a deep breath of the musty dank air deep into my lungs, and tried again but slower this time. i sat up wit ease , as i shifted into an upright position, i was able to stand up . I blinked hard and long because a lightheaded feeling seemed to control my thinking. i noticed a din light flickering down what seemed to be the hall way . slowly i made my way to the light. as i turned the corner a bathroom was revealed a long tubal light hummed and dimily illunminated the room i cringed at the thought as to what could be seen if this room was light properly. as i made my way to the sinki stood infrom of a mirror that was covered with a layer of smudge, i grabbed an old towel and wiped the resudue off the surface, and through hazy glossy, glazed over eyes i saw the image of a man that i once was, my hair lay matted in a lump on the side of my head, my face looked sticky and dirty and splotched along my arms were little red dots, followed by bruises and yellow tarnished skin, my teeth were rotten and missing, aand my clothes reaked of sweat and weeks of non bathing,
in the dark room her glasses glinted off the computer screen as I watched her. we had been quietly sitting side by side for hours, her typing way on the computer and I watching her eyes dart back and forth on the screen. I love to watch her face.
Pages. Glossy pages that hold leaves from the Fall. My sister sent me leaves that were from the Fall back home and I realized that despite school, it was my favorite time of the year. The foliage isn’t the same out here in LA, and I get excited for those glossy pages.
Glossy is not exactly
Shiney or
sparkley
or studded with jewels
nor is it dull,
A rusted necklace thrown to the side
Glossy is reflective,
without
being glass.
A glossy
black
pearl sits at the bottom
of the ocean
In a shabby
dull
shell.
No one knows
it sits there,
and though
it is high in it’s value
if it’s unknown
does it keep it before
it is
found?
glossy lips and shiny hair tight jeans and big breasts, my whole life I have cultivated a desire to be this girl, twisted myself into this form, prided myself on being this object.why am I so upset when he used me for what I appeared to be?
its something more beautiful
she is
she is nothing but the most perfect sheen
and shes not sorry or waiting
she doesnt walk so much as she wanders
home and then back again
glossy like the first beautiful sun
that her blue eyes ever saw
glossy. like lip gloss. a shiny, puckering kiss. smothered with sparkles and so translucent. yet i can almost see my reflection in the lips. hair sticks to the lips when the wind blows. Because of the gloss. Glossy. like a magazine cover. glossy lips on a glossy magazine cover.
glamorous
i love
me
want i want to be
lipgloss
shiniy
shimmering
splendid
i want this
so elusive
but everybody wants it
i want it badly
because more of it means more friends
more favors
and most of all, more love.
already wrote something about this…isn’t this a site where i can get different words to practise my poetry on? obviously not so maybe i’ll try somewhere else…see ya.
shiny and beautiful reminds me of baby oil and all things shiny…hope it smells like blossoms in spring and maninly vanilla in cream…hope it reminds me of you in the mornings…
A sheen so bright it blinded greeted me at the door. I quickly shut it, wondering why I stood on the threshold of my disaffection so candidly. I pulled a pen from my pocket and started writing on the walls:
I’m really sorry. Wrong number.
as her lips, the car matched the color. She reaked of sex appeal and longing. A man would go crazy for wanting a woman like that. So hot so lovley so innocent and young.
Glossy things shine.. my laptop shines the truth shines inner beauty shines… cliche shines. The world is a giant array of cliche no one is truly original.
glossy is a word i have noe idea what is meaning is, so i have no choice but writing bullshit, i have no idea what this test is for, probably writing speed, and yet, it’s not that boring..
so those anyone want to tell me what the heck is glossy?
The glossy finish, shiny, reflective, but shallow. Like lip gloss, just a finish on the outside nothing deeper. Superficial is glossy. Glossy is typically smooth like the silver tongued salesman of society.
glossy like lip gloss
glossy like all those girls with mouths
to die for
Also new cars are glossy
Alsoooooooo there arent that many things with a texture to be described as glossy in particular, well there is this laptop screen I suppose.
The picture she wanted to print was beautiful, however the only printer paper she had wasn’t glossy and so the picture didn’t turn out very well at all.
In the show Viva La Bam Bam has a glossy purple Lamborghini. In the inside its a pure leather. I would realy like to have a car like Bam the Lamborghini Gelardo. But to get a Lamborghini Gelardo you must have a good job and get a lot of money to get that kind of car.
My uncle has a black glossy Mercedes in the inside its also pure brown leather. He put some black glossy rims wich makes it look nice. He also put window tint on his car. I realy like my uncles car.
overfladisk glatt og fjern, en falsk og kunstig erstatning for et medmenneske som ikke fant veien til ditt sted, til den plass du led på over vissheten over selv å ha blitt en løgner.
Her lips were glossy from applying the thick lipstick. Grimacing, Erika felt like she put too much on. Looking around her, she searched around for something to wipe off her lips. There was a box of tissues on Nicole’s desk, so Erika snagged a few.
im so glossy. it is a type of thing that goes WEEEE on your face. but not really . i dont know what im writing about. i guess its kinda like what it looks lik after a girl puts on some lipstick or something. or what a window looks like after it is cleaned… but maybe not.. has like vaseline oin it… ufucking keyboard… ahhhhhhhhhh i dont know BAM BAM BAM!!!
glittery, shiny. gay, girly shit. something fancy and expansive. magazines, adds, media. models. beauty.
A magazine page. Glossy hair. Glossy lip gloss. Glossy gloss. Glossy wax. Table surface. Glossy glossy glossy gloss. Glossy eyes.
glossy. lips. glossy lips. my glossy lips. my glossy lips pressed against your lips. against you un glossy lips. my glossy lips pressed against your un glossy lips. in the car. before you drop me off. to go home. where i slowly die. i like my glossy lips on your un glossy lips. i don’t like home.
Don’t gloss things over with sugar.
i want the truth, I don’t care if its shiny or sweet, I just want it to be real. Real for you. and of course, do to the self centered nature of myself, real for me.
shiny and fabulous always reminds me of this wod. Just pops when you hear it. There is something fun and stellar about it. Reflective and possessive just when you think it’s over it can come right back with a redo
wow, what a quality finish. I am jsut watching the bar and pooing my pants making bare typos. Hmm. When you have the time what can you think to say about glossy. Damm wish i had faster typing speeed…wow changes colour glosssyyyy indeed. I love lexis!
glossy like the magnets on the fridge like the raven’s feathers in all fo those bad poems about women with black hair black like the tar pits of La Brea, right? Glossy photos vs. Matte oh Walden’s we miss you, the memories, the photo hunts, no more. All are left are some canisters and some ridiculously bad photos on my part. To what end?
The glossy leaf fell sadly upon the ground. It’s shine reflecting the last rays of the retreating sun. Darkness filled the sky and soon the little leaf glowed a sad shade of blue.
I hate girls who say their lips are so glossy. I don’t give a fuck about your lip gloss. Fuck your lip gloss.
Shit, what else does glossy mean? Doesn’t it just mean like shiny? I don’t know. I have photo printing paper that says glossy. Maybe that’s what glossy means. It’s not a good picture unless it’s glossy!!!
Glossy, grose. Wet and sticky. What is it. It’s toltaly icky. Icky in the eyes of some. But not always for everyone. Some people see a gorgeous stone, but others just see something they want to laeve alone. Deep in the ocean, baneath the sand. Lies something small, that fits in your hand. Under the dirt, and under the grit. Something people risk thair lives to get. Something tiny, but oh so preceous. Why would people risk thair live to get this? Risking it all for something so small, risking thair world, for just a glossy, little pearl.
Your eyes were glossy, not glazed over, so I knew that you weren’t yet gone. I let your eyelids flutter and fall, then ran my hand along your cheek and through your hair. I whispered into your ear how much I loved you and how much I would miss you. I hope you know that was the truth. It still is. I love you, baby.
glossy the sky yesterday around clouds and the surface of the fountain pool in the park and also the sheen on the feathers of the grackle in the fountain pool the sun poured down over all of us and glossed the scene
i can’t even begin to explain it. so much, piled on so high. jewels beads ruffles lace. and her lips. so shiny. and glossy. what was she trying to prove? did she want something? something more than i could give her? where was her heart? where was her head? but now she is gone. and i miss her. she wasn’t me but i wasn’t her.
I awoke to hear the sounds of the traffic ouside, where am i i began to wonder. i opened my eyes to see a room grey and lifeless no furnature that i could reakky see, just a few misc items strown from here to there, papers and graffitti covered the walls. i began to sit up and a sharp pain shot through my body like the arrow of cupid through an unsuspecting heart, i took a deep breath of the musty dank air deep into my lungs, and tried again but slower this time. i sat up wit ease , as i shifted into an upright position, i was able to stand up . I blinked hard and long because a lightheaded feeling seemed to control my thinking. i noticed a din light flickering down what seemed to be the hall way . slowly i made my way to the light. as i turned the corner a bathroom was revealed a long tubal light hummed and dimily illunminated the room i cringed at the thought as to what could be seen if this room was light properly. as i made my way to the sinki stood infrom of a mirror that was covered with a layer of smudge, i grabbed an old towel and wiped the resudue off the surface, and through hazy glossy, glazed over eyes i saw the image of a man that i once was, my hair lay matted in a lump on the side of my head, my face looked sticky and dirty and splotched along my arms were little red dots, followed by bruises and yellow tarnished skin, my teeth were rotten and missing, aand my clothes reaked of sweat and weeks of non bathing,
in the dark room her glasses glinted off the computer screen as I watched her. we had been quietly sitting side by side for hours, her typing way on the computer and I watching her eyes dart back and forth on the screen. I love to watch her face.
Shiny lips pouting on a shiny model as she lounges shinily on the sand, glossy with grit. Yuck!
Pages. Glossy pages that hold leaves from the Fall. My sister sent me leaves that were from the Fall back home and I realized that despite school, it was my favorite time of the year. The foliage isn’t the same out here in LA, and I get excited for those glossy pages.
The glossy cover of the magazine was reflecting the sun straight into her hazel eyes… such a shame.
Glossy is not exactly
Shiney or
sparkley
or studded with jewels
nor is it dull,
A rusted necklace thrown to the side
Glossy is reflective,
without
being glass.
A glossy
black
pearl sits at the bottom
of the ocean
In a shabby
dull
shell.
No one knows
it sits there,
and though
it is high in it’s value
if it’s unknown
does it keep it before
it is
found?
The photograph weighed heavy in my hand. The sunshine on the glossy finish made it hard to see the faces that I knew were there. Family.
You’re not glossy. You think you’re smooth and slick but you’re harsh and grating. Your attempts to be glossy is what makes you so awful.
glossy lips and shiny hair tight jeans and big breasts, my whole life I have cultivated a desire to be this girl, twisted myself into this form, prided myself on being this object.why am I so upset when he used me for what I appeared to be?
its something more beautiful
she is
she is nothing but the most perfect sheen
and shes not sorry or waiting
she doesnt walk so much as she wanders
home and then back again
glossy like the first beautiful sun
that her blue eyes ever saw
glossy. like lip gloss. a shiny, puckering kiss. smothered with sparkles and so translucent. yet i can almost see my reflection in the lips. hair sticks to the lips when the wind blows. Because of the gloss. Glossy. like a magazine cover. glossy lips on a glossy magazine cover.
glamorous
i love
me
want i want to be
lipgloss
shiniy
shimmering
splendid
i want this
so elusive
but everybody wants it
i want it badly
because more of it means more friends
more favors
and most of all, more love.
already wrote something about this…isn’t this a site where i can get different words to practise my poetry on? obviously not so maybe i’ll try somewhere else…see ya.
shiny and beautiful reminds me of baby oil and all things shiny…hope it smells like blossoms in spring and maninly vanilla in cream…hope it reminds me of you in the mornings…
brilliant, light, slippery! It’s in your lips,until I can take it off..
A sheen so bright it blinded greeted me at the door. I quickly shut it, wondering why I stood on the threshold of my disaffection so candidly. I pulled a pen from my pocket and started writing on the walls:
I’m really sorry. Wrong number.
Gossamer kisses leave the summer grass shimmering with dew.
as her lips, the car matched the color. She reaked of sex appeal and longing. A man would go crazy for wanting a woman like that. So hot so lovley so innocent and young.
Glossy things shine.. my laptop shines the truth shines inner beauty shines… cliche shines. The world is a giant array of cliche no one is truly original.
glossy is a word i have noe idea what is meaning is, so i have no choice but writing bullshit, i have no idea what this test is for, probably writing speed, and yet, it’s not that boring..
so those anyone want to tell me what the heck is glossy?
The glossy finish, shiny, reflective, but shallow. Like lip gloss, just a finish on the outside nothing deeper. Superficial is glossy. Glossy is typically smooth like the silver tongued salesman of society.
glossy like lip gloss
glossy like all those girls with mouths
to die for
Also new cars are glossy
Alsoooooooo there arent that many things with a texture to be described as glossy in particular, well there is this laptop screen I suppose.
The picture she wanted to print was beautiful, however the only printer paper she had wasn’t glossy and so the picture didn’t turn out very well at all.