hallo ich bin jonny, bin 16 jahre alt und mein leben war bis jetzz schon ziehmlich besschiossen
mwein vater habe ich nie mals gesehen und der mann der mit mit meiner ma geheiratet hat ist ein totales arschloch. nun ja die beiden waren 9 jahre verheiratet und dann ist ihr auch aufgefallen das es ein arsch ist und wir sind ghefl
The best thing about grapes is that they’re also raisins. Although many would disagree, raisins are pretty dang good in bagels, cookies, cereals, you name it man.
It was a very lovely day yesterday. The sun was out, no clouds at all. Blue skies and a very bright and hot sun. I was playing volleyball with my brother, and then BAM. I hear a scream and a screech of wheels. A car had hit a boy and this little boy was hit . There were 4 grapes lying on the ground next to his unconscious hand.
the grapes on the vine were so ripe that they were almost devine. he reached out his hand to take one. as soon as his hand touched it he fell insenceable. if only he hadn’t touch the grapes.
Puprle. the word reminds me of rape, though I probably shouldnt talk about that since we are in school, and my teacher may stalk my computer and read this. Then I would be in trouble and have to “lose” my computer privileges. like that one kid. but he got them back. he kinda looks like a grape.
I pulled grapes off of their stem last night because I am bringing them as part of snack for the tennis match today. They are green grapes and they are really good ones if I do say so myself. Megan is writing about rape? Weird. I am also bringing strawberries and yummy ranch/bacon/cheddar dip! YAY! & cookies. :)
What grapes make the best wine? A pile of grapes on a shelf, ready to be squashed. Two Greek ladies came forward, smiling. “We are hear to crush the grapes”! Senor Carlos smiled, “Go next door, the grapes are waiting for you in the big barrel. I hope you washed your feet”!
Jack kept popping grapes. The smell of them excited him. He had to have another and another. Each time he was tempted, the temptation kept growing. The baskets of grapes lay empty in his posh lounge. He picked up his mobile to order another basket of green grapes. He had the grape bug!
Imagine, red grapes on your birthday. A Spanish waiter serving you a platter of all types of grapes. The chatter of Spanish waiters as they inspect your meal. You are having only grapes. The manager comes to your table, “Is there anything else we can get you”? “Yes”, you smile, “Another platter of grapes”! The manager looks at the ceiling and raises his hands in the air and smiles, “They are women and women”.
She threw the biggest bunch of purple grapes into her shopping basket. Nobody was buying them. All going cheap, at half price. The hoard of shoppers rushed past her to buy the cheaper apples and bananas. She turned back and bought another bunch. This time, they were green, but smaller.
turvy
fate’s thin guise
crude huts sloping
ventricles of night
blossoming
gravity’s rainbow kissed,
articulated,
fashioned
in the dreaming mist
of eventide,
the ebb’s missed
preoccupations;
timing the verities,
reassembling
the neap-tides
of the frontal lobes:
Gargantua
on the couch,
hissing vigilance,
the Doktor in her
decline,
april’s canneries
blown by Santa Anitas
no ghost could
ever know.
He popped a big green grape in his beautiful mouth and read an Executive Order. It was typed and presented in a lovely folder. He highlighted a few sentences. His alarm would go off in 10 minutes, just in time for his next meeting.
Just had a grape. It’s body is so soft and moist. That burst of its juice. I could eat a whole pound of grapes in one sitting. Grapes make lovely wine. I would like to stand in a barrel of grapes and crush them for ages. That squashed feeling under my toes!
grape. grapes are just damn tasty and kinda fancy. i mean look at those ancient greeks, reclining eating grapes, fed to them. I think I need to do that sometime, but to be honest, I’m not a slob, I can feed myself grapes. Lazy retards. TAKE THAT.
i used to smoke weed. i remember it felt so cool to be able to usw all these slang terms . it made me feel accomplished sadly enough. bu tthen weed destryed me. made me hate myself and the boy i loved. now i feel like i took him for granted. stupid me. whyd
purple deep sweet grapes of the vine. I like grapes but it occured to me the other day that there isn’t a lot you can do with grapes. Red grapes and concord grapes are my favorite. but I’ll eat white ones
mmmm delicious summer wine. ripe off the vine… divine….what more could you ask for than a greek summer wind, a flask of cool wine and an adventure on the high seas? There is nothing that quite brings satisfaction to a mans soul like women and adventure, the essence of grape.
sour grapes, thats what she said. I am I had brought her the ticket, I should at least get some of the winnings from the lottery. I suppose this was the start of the end.
the wine tasted bitter. he wasn’t sure if it was the cork or his ex-wife but he was sure of one thing. he less than 5 minutes to live. He decided as his last act he would bequeath his silver to his daughter. She was the only one who would appreciate it.
purple circle omg frozen perfect bunch hapiness love stem greek love can you eat just one grape really? and wat about rison. they’re pretty awsome
i kind prefer frozen grapes tho really
grapes. sour and sweet. nothing new about it. is there? no not really…but it exists. in proverbs. to mislead. no meaning in it. At all. but still it exists. when you can’t get anything and you feel bad about it, people will say the grapes are sour. you don’t necessarily have to believe them. But you might. if you do, then believe completely. if you have to lose your identity why lose it halfway. lose it completely. a confused identity will only make you nervous. nothing would seem to be working out the way you want. Because some nobody somewhere told you that the grapes are sour. sour or not, they should be in your hands. and nobody should be able to tease you with it. taste them. they are sour? fine. good for you, you got to know. next time taste some other grapes. they might be sour too. but don’t stop. someday you will know which ones are sweet. you will be able to look at them and tell. that day they will call you a connosseiur. that day that nobody somewhere will respect you and will tell somebody else that the grapes are sour. Stop trying. But he should not. no he should not.
Grapes are amazing! they are especially good frozen and fresh. Red grapes are probably the best. and i absolutely hate grape juice and grape flavor medicine. My family and brother are all obsessed with this wonderful fruit!
The single purple grape hangs from the underside of the vine, all alone, a solitary phenomenon, a fruit amongst no fruits, tumescent with ripeness. Ripeness is all says the sage, but whether it falls or whether it is plucked matters not. It is what it is, just a grape.
grapes are purple and i love them, they are so yummy and great . i would eat grapes all day if i could, cause they are just that great. who doesnt love grapes cuase i know i sure as hell do . i suppose that there are also green grapes they’re also fucking awesome, i wish i could eat green and purple grapes all the FUCKING TIME . yay . grapes. hmm i need to beat evans score in tetris, shit thats not about grapes. fuck has it been 60 seconds. GODDAMIT . omfg . grapes. i want a grape now . they’re good.
grape arbor with the spiders hung limply from the balustrade. just one little grape. If only I could reach it. Stretch. come on Stretch. Ouch! What was that? Spider!!!!
Grapes are purple, bubbly, small, and squishy. Inside my mouth they go swish-swishy.
I love them all, from purple to green.
I like their shape, I like their sheen!
Grapes.
Grape is such a waste of my time to write about. Oh grapes hanging on their veins, clustered together with no real individuality. Yeah, that’s totally endearing and intellectual, come on. Fucking grapes, I knew the word was going to be retarded today, just like the god damned Muffin in the previous month or so. What a joke.
I will lay here for countless nights while you indulge me, flatter me, build me up with sycophantic caresses until I melt into gorged nothingness while you take over the kingdom.
i haven had a grape in a while. the word grape reminds me of the image my family uses while describing my brother as Julius Caesar sitting there being fed grapes. My ex use to peel grapes for me some times.
There was a long line of grapes before him. Delicious, plump, and beautifully purple they tempted him to come towards them, to eat him as they wanted to be eaten.
He swallowed heavily, but ultimately resisted. He had a less appetizing apple at home he had promised not to leave.
My sister used to put ketchup on grapes… that was possibly the grossest thing I’ve ever seen… and I’ve seen a decent amount of gross things. I like grapes, but with ketchup? No. Wrong.
The grapeskin slid over me as I sucked it’s juices. Opalescent, the skin. Purple, like rain.
hallo ich bin jonny, bin 16 jahre alt und mein leben war bis jetzz schon ziehmlich besschiossen
mwein vater habe ich nie mals gesehen und der mann der mit mit meiner ma geheiratet hat ist ein totales arschloch. nun ja die beiden waren 9 jahre verheiratet und dann ist ihr auch aufgefallen das es ein arsch ist und wir sind ghefl
The best thing about grapes is that they’re also raisins. Although many would disagree, raisins are pretty dang good in bagels, cookies, cereals, you name it man.
delicious, so addictive :) love wine too.
Purple. Stems. Jelly. Jam. Fruit. Seeds . Seedless.
It was a very lovely day yesterday. The sun was out, no clouds at all. Blue skies and a very bright and hot sun. I was playing volleyball with my brother, and then BAM. I hear a scream and a screech of wheels. A car had hit a boy and this little boy was hit . There were 4 grapes lying on the ground next to his unconscious hand.
the grapes on the vine were so ripe that they were almost devine. he reached out his hand to take one. as soon as his hand touched it he fell insenceable. if only he hadn’t touch the grapes.
Puprle. the word reminds me of rape, though I probably shouldnt talk about that since we are in school, and my teacher may stalk my computer and read this. Then I would be in trouble and have to “lose” my computer privileges. like that one kid. but he got them back. he kinda looks like a grape.
the grapes of wrath
I pulled grapes off of their stem last night because I am bringing them as part of snack for the tennis match today. They are green grapes and they are really good ones if I do say so myself. Megan is writing about rape? Weird. I am also bringing strawberries and yummy ranch/bacon/cheddar dip! YAY! & cookies. :)
What grapes make the best wine? A pile of grapes on a shelf, ready to be squashed. Two Greek ladies came forward, smiling. “We are hear to crush the grapes”! Senor Carlos smiled, “Go next door, the grapes are waiting for you in the big barrel. I hope you washed your feet”!
Jack kept popping grapes. The smell of them excited him. He had to have another and another. Each time he was tempted, the temptation kept growing. The baskets of grapes lay empty in his posh lounge. He picked up his mobile to order another basket of green grapes. He had the grape bug!
Imagine, red grapes on your birthday. A Spanish waiter serving you a platter of all types of grapes. The chatter of Spanish waiters as they inspect your meal. You are having only grapes. The manager comes to your table, “Is there anything else we can get you”? “Yes”, you smile, “Another platter of grapes”! The manager looks at the ceiling and raises his hands in the air and smiles, “They are women and women”.
She threw the biggest bunch of purple grapes into her shopping basket. Nobody was buying them. All going cheap, at half price. The hoard of shoppers rushed past her to buy the cheaper apples and bananas. She turned back and bought another bunch. This time, they were green, but smaller.
turvy
fate’s thin guise
crude huts sloping
ventricles of night
blossoming
gravity’s rainbow kissed,
articulated,
fashioned
in the dreaming mist
of eventide,
the ebb’s missed
preoccupations;
timing the verities,
reassembling
the neap-tides
of the frontal lobes:
Gargantua
on the couch,
hissing vigilance,
the Doktor in her
decline,
april’s canneries
blown by Santa Anitas
no ghost could
ever know.
He popped a big green grape in his beautiful mouth and read an Executive Order. It was typed and presented in a lovely folder. He highlighted a few sentences. His alarm would go off in 10 minutes, just in time for his next meeting.
Just had a grape. It’s body is so soft and moist. That burst of its juice. I could eat a whole pound of grapes in one sitting. Grapes make lovely wine. I would like to stand in a barrel of grapes and crush them for ages. That squashed feeling under my toes!
grape. grapes are just damn tasty and kinda fancy. i mean look at those ancient greeks, reclining eating grapes, fed to them. I think I need to do that sometime, but to be honest, I’m not a slob, I can feed myself grapes. Lazy retards. TAKE THAT.
i used to smoke weed. i remember it felt so cool to be able to usw all these slang terms . it made me feel accomplished sadly enough. bu tthen weed destryed me. made me hate myself and the boy i loved. now i feel like i took him for granted. stupid me. whyd
purple deep sweet grapes of the vine. I like grapes but it occured to me the other day that there isn’t a lot you can do with grapes. Red grapes and concord grapes are my favorite. but I’ll eat white ones
1grape = great really appetizing popping edible
It is difficult not to like a grape – when sweet it gives us something to savour. When sour, it gives us a way to save ourselves.
mmmm delicious summer wine. ripe off the vine… divine….what more could you ask for than a greek summer wind, a flask of cool wine and an adventure on the high seas? There is nothing that quite brings satisfaction to a mans soul like women and adventure, the essence of grape.
sour grapes, thats what she said. I am I had brought her the ticket, I should at least get some of the winnings from the lottery. I suppose this was the start of the end.
the wine tasted bitter. he wasn’t sure if it was the cork or his ex-wife but he was sure of one thing. he less than 5 minutes to live. He decided as his last act he would bequeath his silver to his daughter. She was the only one who would appreciate it.
purple circle omg frozen perfect bunch hapiness love stem greek love can you eat just one grape really? and wat about rison. they’re pretty awsome
i kind prefer frozen grapes tho really
grapes. sour and sweet. nothing new about it. is there? no not really…but it exists. in proverbs. to mislead. no meaning in it. At all. but still it exists. when you can’t get anything and you feel bad about it, people will say the grapes are sour. you don’t necessarily have to believe them. But you might. if you do, then believe completely. if you have to lose your identity why lose it halfway. lose it completely. a confused identity will only make you nervous. nothing would seem to be working out the way you want. Because some nobody somewhere told you that the grapes are sour. sour or not, they should be in your hands. and nobody should be able to tease you with it. taste them. they are sour? fine. good for you, you got to know. next time taste some other grapes. they might be sour too. but don’t stop. someday you will know which ones are sweet. you will be able to look at them and tell. that day they will call you a connosseiur. that day that nobody somewhere will respect you and will tell somebody else that the grapes are sour. Stop trying. But he should not. no he should not.
Grapes are amazing! they are especially good frozen and fresh. Red grapes are probably the best. and i absolutely hate grape juice and grape flavor medicine. My family and brother are all obsessed with this wonderful fruit!
The single purple grape hangs from the underside of the vine, all alone, a solitary phenomenon, a fruit amongst no fruits, tumescent with ripeness. Ripeness is all says the sage, but whether it falls or whether it is plucked matters not. It is what it is, just a grape.
grapes are purple and i love them, they are so yummy and great . i would eat grapes all day if i could, cause they are just that great. who doesnt love grapes cuase i know i sure as hell do . i suppose that there are also green grapes they’re also fucking awesome, i wish i could eat green and purple grapes all the FUCKING TIME . yay . grapes. hmm i need to beat evans score in tetris, shit thats not about grapes. fuck has it been 60 seconds. GODDAMIT . omfg . grapes. i want a grape now . they’re good.
grape arbor with the spiders hung limply from the balustrade. just one little grape. If only I could reach it. Stretch. come on Stretch. Ouch! What was that? Spider!!!!
Grapes are purple, bubbly, small, and squishy. Inside my mouth they go swish-swishy.
I love them all, from purple to green.
I like their shape, I like their sheen!
Grapes.
Grape is such a waste of my time to write about. Oh grapes hanging on their veins, clustered together with no real individuality. Yeah, that’s totally endearing and intellectual, come on. Fucking grapes, I knew the word was going to be retarded today, just like the god damned Muffin in the previous month or so. What a joke.
I will lay here for countless nights while you indulge me, flatter me, build me up with sycophantic caresses until I melt into gorged nothingness while you take over the kingdom.
i haven had a grape in a while. the word grape reminds me of the image my family uses while describing my brother as Julius Caesar sitting there being fed grapes. My ex use to peel grapes for me some times.
There was a long line of grapes before him. Delicious, plump, and beautifully purple they tempted him to come towards them, to eat him as they wanted to be eaten.
He swallowed heavily, but ultimately resisted. He had a less appetizing apple at home he had promised not to leave.
the grapes were delicious. i did not taste them myself but the way they were been eaten seemed that they were delicious.
Teeth crunch through the body
The skin unhinges it self and begins to devour the inside
A trickle of juice runs down the surface and sparks new life
I’m right about a grape.
My sister used to put ketchup on grapes… that was possibly the grossest thing I’ve ever seen… and I’ve seen a decent amount of gross things. I like grapes, but with ketchup? No. Wrong.