The rope just hangs there. She wonders if it hurts to die, if there are ways that you can kill without pain. She wonders, as the rope leers at her seductively. She doesn’t particularly want to hang. It wasn’t her first option, but she doesn’t have a choice. She never did.
The edge of the sword is as blunt as my mind, endlessly hoping for things to recur, inevitable ramblings beneath the surface of my teeth. We like to view things in a canister, boarding up as soon as the tide shows up.
This is nothing compared to the humorous titles you got in your basement, nothing to be ashamed and in decent composure. This might be the luckiest day so far, as soon as the knife lodged between my legs. I guffawed.
i dont really use hanger at my home
all my clothes is ok without it
but hanger has an important role in house day to day activities
as it is the one who help our parents to do their job
my wardrobe is being taken over. Not by aliens or clothes but hangers. Why is it sometimes you have no coat hangers and other times you are overrun.
What do they do in there? Multiply? Commit suicide when their number becomes too big?
The empty hanger swiveled in the closet slowly, like a tiny radar antenna, picking up a tinny message from a distant port of call. Perhaps more a port of coat, or the whispering of an old dress from the 40’s that said, in code, “Hep cat, let’s ameche a duchess and fade this scene.”
The coat hanger lay next to the bed; the cold metal of it lay unused, but as she got closer, it looked like an instrument, a way out of this bind that she had gotten herself into. As it penetrated her, she knew that her life would never be the same.
A single wire coat hanger and an at-home pregnancy test. She’s young – too young, but they’re getting younger every year. I wish I could stop her, but she’s technically an adult. I guess. It’s not my choice – but I will fight for her right to make her choices, good or bad.
She will learn.
They always, always learn.
Hanger. Hanger on. That’s me. Hanger on. I’m just one of those people – the annoying ones that tag along, laugh at in joke they’re not in on, just to feel like one of the group. I’m that girl who says things that aren’t funny, then looks awkward when everyone laughs politely.
“try and tell that to the guys who lost their lives dusting the crops” The man spat on the ground a thick glutinous spittle, his hand resting on the door of the hanger as he spoke.
I remember the coat hanger; how she undid it, unwrapping its vulgar little metal tie. She swung, swung like the demon, like the cunt I knew she was. The stinging, the bleeding, my back ripped open, dripping obscenities, dripping blood onto the cheap sickly carpet.
Hanger. You need one to hang your coat, right? I mean, it’s got the word “hang” in it, so…anyways…let’s cut to the chase, get to the meat of this word…what it really makes one think of is death, by hanging…sad.
I love hangers. They hang clothes. You could easily poke a hole in something with a hanger. It’s quite sad. When my friend was growing up, his mother used to make him have a hanger in his shirts to keep his back straight. And now he has perfect posture, so I guess it paid off.
hai yo hanger again.this is singapore and everyday u see hanger hang here hang there so mafan.so everyday i say chao! hanger so mafan then the hanger drop then i say wa lao!!!!ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!
hangers are a brilliant invention. how else would we be able to keep our neatly ironed clothes in perfect condition till we need to wear them?
I used to have a great aunt whose hobby was to crotchet little covers for coat hangers. At the time I used to think it was really silly and embarassing but now I treasure those items from my great aunt as if they were the most valuable family heirlooms.
Betty went into the shop to buy some hangers. There are lots of choices. Some to hang clothes, some to hang some one’s ass and others to hang themselves. Hahahaha……
She glanced at the empty hanger where her favourite dress once hung. “That bitch, I’ll kill her!” she exploded. Her sister was at it again, borrowing her clothes without even asking first. She was so angry she didn’t know what to do with herself. She paced up and down the room, her hands clenched at her side.
I’ve always been fond of clothes. From the first time you take them off the hanger to when you wear them out in public for the first time; it’s always fantastic. I love how a good-fitting pair of jeans or shirt feels. I like tight-fitting clothes, oddly enough; baggy clothes make me feel self-conscious and, well, fat. Which is silly, since most people feel the opposite.
wtf is a hanger? Is it the place where the airplanes go to sleep because if it is then I have never personally experienced a hanger. perhaps in movies, but then again I don’t neccessarily watch a lot of movies. I think there was a movie called Tin Cup with that guy that Angelina swapped blood with? Billy Bob Thornon or somebody. Hell if I know. I don’t even remember much of the movie except it was to teach you about life and to … hang out at airports? Hangers are weird.
Airplanes!!! Or a place for my clothes, at the least. Hang her! Nah, not for real though. Still, doing this, my mind drifts to her. I wish it didn’t…. but oh well. Time passes and heals all wounds. At least there are a multitude of others. Maybe my current object(s) =D Bwa ha!! Life is good, it really is. I’m gonna own a hanger one day. For my Hovercar. oh yeah.
Looking into my closet, I realize I have nothing to wear. There is nothing but empty hangers. It’s not that I’ve been too lazy to do laundry, too busy. Everyone’s heading out tonight, and I am looking through my basket to find a dirty shirt to be easily cleaned.
it’s when you meet, and you hang. then there’s the first phone call, and the first date, and you’re a hanger again. and then the follow up phone call and now you’re well and truly hooked. a hanger no longer
Hangers come in many different types. Wire, plastic, cloth covered. Different colors too. Blue, Red, Black, White, Purple, Green, Orange, Yellow. Why would someone want an Orange or Yellow hanger? That’s just gross. Unless like, you were hanging up an orange or a lemon, but that would be a little hard unless it was a yellow or orange wire hanger and then you could shove the end through the fruit, but… Rambling.
Hangers are hard to come by in my house. Me being a compulsive clothes shopper makes it hard to have all of my clothes hung up at the same time. I really need to go through some of these clothes and donate them. But then the fear is, what if one day I need to wear a sleaveless purple dress thats knee length and it’s sitting in the good will.
haha, what a mundane thing. do you have any in your closet… better yet, i just got done reading about ‘sundown towns’ and what a gruesome word: hanger. and again: SEE vs. ASL; how would you sign it?! wow. I love life – it reminds me of mobiles. love them, too!
hangar 18 is the reality we are in with misinformation as reality.
hang up on the dream of the past and the future for they are doomed to begin with. hang on in a world that does not do what it’s supposed to, tho it dreams of doing what it’s supposed to do. get it right and hang it up right like the mommies of spanish south who have no money but do their chores.
a hanger in the cupboard… lies… alone… not a burden, not a care… the least of its existance. lies.. a hanger in the cupboard.
The rope just hangs there. She wonders if it hurts to die, if there are ways that you can kill without pain. She wonders, as the rope leers at her seductively. She doesn’t particularly want to hang. It wasn’t her first option, but she doesn’t have a choice. She never did.
Silver hangers in
my wardrobe remind me of
our times together.
The edge of the sword is as blunt as my mind, endlessly hoping for things to recur, inevitable ramblings beneath the surface of my teeth. We like to view things in a canister, boarding up as soon as the tide shows up.
This is nothing compared to the humorous titles you got in your basement, nothing to be ashamed and in decent composure. This might be the luckiest day so far, as soon as the knife lodged between my legs. I guffawed.
Ikea hangers are very practical and price worthy. They are made out of natural wood and last as long as ever, thoug cheap.
Where is that plane going to? Sitting in that big cage, in its lair it is like a coat hanger in wait for someone to pick up its garment.
i dont really use hanger at my home
all my clothes is ok without it
but hanger has an important role in house day to day activities
as it is the one who help our parents to do their job
my wardrobe is being taken over. Not by aliens or clothes but hangers. Why is it sometimes you have no coat hangers and other times you are overrun.
What do they do in there? Multiply? Commit suicide when their number becomes too big?
The empty hanger swiveled in the closet slowly, like a tiny radar antenna, picking up a tinny message from a distant port of call. Perhaps more a port of coat, or the whispering of an old dress from the 40’s that said, in code, “Hep cat, let’s ameche a duchess and fade this scene.”
The coat hanger lay next to the bed; the cold metal of it lay unused, but as she got closer, it looked like an instrument, a way out of this bind that she had gotten herself into. As it penetrated her, she knew that her life would never be the same.
A single wire coat hanger and an at-home pregnancy test. She’s young – too young, but they’re getting younger every year. I wish I could stop her, but she’s technically an adult. I guess. It’s not my choice – but I will fight for her right to make her choices, good or bad.
She will learn.
They always, always learn.
Hanger. Hanger on. That’s me. Hanger on. I’m just one of those people – the annoying ones that tag along, laugh at in joke they’re not in on, just to feel like one of the group. I’m that girl who says things that aren’t funny, then looks awkward when everyone laughs politely.
The old duster was the farmer’s pride and joy. Always flew like a dream up till today.
“try and tell that to the guys who lost their lives dusting the crops” The man spat on the ground a thick glutinous spittle, his hand resting on the door of the hanger as he spoke.
My coat had fallen to the floor. I knew I would forget to retrieve it later, from the crumpled heap on the dusty hardwood.
hahaha I already saw this written by someone else blah blah, something about death, morbid, boring boring
Makes me think of Top Gun.
Not sure which is more lame. Okay its not time up already is it?
aircraft hanger is a place for repeariring of airoplanes.
It is also a word for clothes hangar
I remember the coat hanger; how she undid it, unwrapping its vulgar little metal tie. She swung, swung like the demon, like the cunt I knew she was. The stinging, the bleeding, my back ripped open, dripping obscenities, dripping blood onto the cheap sickly carpet.
hanged from the hanger in the cupboard, metal twisted around his neck
eyes shut in death, tongue lolling out uncontrolled
never thought he would do it, they said
but he did, and the stench starts to rise after days in the cupboard where they found him
clothes pushed aside to make way for the body and the last thing it would ever wear.
hanger was placed in the bedroom, in that i placed my bag. in that i have my lover photo. which hang me in this life. so that it is called hanger?
Hanger. You need one to hang your coat, right? I mean, it’s got the word “hang” in it, so…anyways…let’s cut to the chase, get to the meat of this word…what it really makes one think of is death, by hanging…sad.
The refugees stayed in the spare hanger, feeling relatively safe despite the din of military vehicles and aircraft from all around them.
Heaven Hangover, Oh The Anger
my clothes are supported by the hangers which keep them in place without getting them creased or rumbled.
I love hangers. They hang clothes. You could easily poke a hole in something with a hanger. It’s quite sad. When my friend was growing up, his mother used to make him have a hanger in his shirts to keep his back straight. And now he has perfect posture, so I guess it paid off.
Sleeves sitting sleeping so solemn and silent. Recumbent and resting from late night, post violent.
hai yo hanger again.this is singapore and everyday u see hanger hang here hang there so mafan.so everyday i say chao! hanger so mafan then the hanger drop then i say wa lao!!!!ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!
hangers are a brilliant invention. how else would we be able to keep our neatly ironed clothes in perfect condition till we need to wear them?
I used to have a great aunt whose hobby was to crotchet little covers for coat hangers. At the time I used to think it was really silly and embarassing but now I treasure those items from my great aunt as if they were the most valuable family heirlooms.
Betty went into the shop to buy some hangers. There are lots of choices. Some to hang clothes, some to hang some one’s ass and others to hang themselves. Hahahaha……
She glanced at the empty hanger where her favourite dress once hung. “That bitch, I’ll kill her!” she exploded. Her sister was at it again, borrowing her clothes without even asking first. She was so angry she didn’t know what to do with herself. She paced up and down the room, her hands clenched at her side.
Clothes.
I’ve always been fond of clothes. From the first time you take them off the hanger to when you wear them out in public for the first time; it’s always fantastic. I love how a good-fitting pair of jeans or shirt feels. I like tight-fitting clothes, oddly enough; baggy clothes make me feel self-conscious and, well, fat. Which is silly, since most people feel the opposite.
Hangers are fun. Well, I guess. Clothes are fun.
as i hung up my white summer dress, i knew that it meant much more. i was trading it in for black coats and boots and scarfs. i wasn’t ready.
wtf is a hanger? Is it the place where the airplanes go to sleep because if it is then I have never personally experienced a hanger. perhaps in movies, but then again I don’t neccessarily watch a lot of movies. I think there was a movie called Tin Cup with that guy that Angelina swapped blood with? Billy Bob Thornon or somebody. Hell if I know. I don’t even remember much of the movie except it was to teach you about life and to … hang out at airports? Hangers are weird.
Airplanes!!! Or a place for my clothes, at the least. Hang her! Nah, not for real though. Still, doing this, my mind drifts to her. I wish it didn’t…. but oh well. Time passes and heals all wounds. At least there are a multitude of others. Maybe my current object(s) =D Bwa ha!! Life is good, it really is. I’m gonna own a hanger one day. For my Hovercar. oh yeah.
Looking into my closet, I realize I have nothing to wear. There is nothing but empty hangers. It’s not that I’ve been too lazy to do laundry, too busy. Everyone’s heading out tonight, and I am looking through my basket to find a dirty shirt to be easily cleaned.
it’s when you meet, and you hang. then there’s the first phone call, and the first date, and you’re a hanger again. and then the follow up phone call and now you’re well and truly hooked. a hanger no longer
Hangers come in many different types. Wire, plastic, cloth covered. Different colors too. Blue, Red, Black, White, Purple, Green, Orange, Yellow. Why would someone want an Orange or Yellow hanger? That’s just gross. Unless like, you were hanging up an orange or a lemon, but that would be a little hard unless it was a yellow or orange wire hanger and then you could shove the end through the fruit, but… Rambling.
Hangers are hard to come by in my house. Me being a compulsive clothes shopper makes it hard to have all of my clothes hung up at the same time. I really need to go through some of these clothes and donate them. But then the fear is, what if one day I need to wear a sleaveless purple dress thats knee length and it’s sitting in the good will.
haha, what a mundane thing. do you have any in your closet… better yet, i just got done reading about ‘sundown towns’ and what a gruesome word: hanger. and again: SEE vs. ASL; how would you sign it?! wow. I love life – it reminds me of mobiles. love them, too!
hangar 18 is the reality we are in with misinformation as reality.
hang up on the dream of the past and the future for they are doomed to begin with. hang on in a world that does not do what it’s supposed to, tho it dreams of doing what it’s supposed to do. get it right and hang it up right like the mommies of spanish south who have no money but do their chores.