What? Hanger again? I thought… I already got that word… Damn.. Maybe i should write about something else? Maybe thermonuclear war… And penguins… Lots… Lots of penguins…
She put the clothes on the hanger, but then hesitated. Should she really wear the red dress today? It was one of those things she had to argue with herself about – what to wear, what to wear. She could narrow it down between two things, but then had to mentally list the pros and cons of each outfit before making a final decision.
She was designated to hang. The lexicon is arid, and dry, I know. She hung things, too many things. So many things to hang and people to kill! Aha! what a sorrowful widow was she.
I rarely use hangers. Clothes hangers that is. I feel very guilty about this. In order to use a hanger for clothes I would have to be able to open my closet door. In order to that I would have to move the stuff that is blocking it and then clean the closet itself. Too Much.
hager is a long word its shorter version of it is hang its so cool. it gives me a sense of danger and worry when i listen to that word…..its pretty scary…it also reminds me of hang man the awsome game i used to play when i was a kid with all my frnds,
the life of a hanger must be so dull…sitting on the rack, just waiting, day and night, for the opportunity; the opportunity to become useful, because without that, it is nothing. It is simply a piece of metal, destined to hang in a closet for the rest of it’s life.
She got the sinking feeling that writers forget how to write, growing lazy with each new word on the page, on the screen. That they don’t understand the difference between it’s and its, and that its’ is not a word at all. That homophones and homonyms are not the same. That hanger is something on which to hang something else, and that hangar is a place where planes reside between long flights from New York to California.
Every time we went to some linens store for hangers, my mother would pick up only white hangers. It goes along with this obsession in my family for white: white towels, white walls, white socks, white carpets…everything needing to be tabula raza, brand new, perceptibly clean. Dad wears brightly-colored socks. No wonder they love each other.
I could hear the creaking all the way upstairs. I had never been here before. I just came in an open door. I slowly walked downstairs to the creaking. Where was the old man? I looked in the basement and there he was, a rope around his neck.. He was a hanger.
I wish I had one more hanger to hang up my new coat. This coat will make me professional. Maybe it hide my fear of presenting at MICCA. I want to keep it neat until then.
the thing that I hang my clothes on
what someone does to somebody else
looking in my closet chossing my clothes in the morning
a wire hanger bending it during di.
when i think of this word i thing of a movie were they hang people on a tree like a scary movie that we did in language arts when poeple do a bad thing they get hung and all of their family can see.
I have to many of these tha are empty.. ugh. i needt o clean my room wheni get home.. Not very fun. Hah im so messy its gunna take me all noight. biut hangers are pretty cool.. if you dont thinik so then what ever.. .i mean like se what the can do for you21 there awsome
the thing that I hang my clothes on
what someone does to somebody else
looking in my closet chossing my clothes in the morning
a wire hanger bending it during di.
Sure I wanted to discipline the kids, but really, a hanger? What? The dungeon is already booked? The waterboard is still at the neighbor’s? I was left with more tradition, albeit uncomfortable means…
you hangs colthes with it
some are metal some are plastic
some are small and some are big
they are very helpful around the house
and keep clothes organized
they are very useful.
sometimes i wish i could hang-her! nope. no girls. just the simple game that is silly sometimes. to hang dem boots until they dries. it’s a fever sometimes that drives me insane, occasionally i feel like i need to give it away.
many colors.
smashed inside.
not able to breathe.
lonely some.
holding fun things.
silly things.
special things.
the pink prom dress.
how could it be?
that it all revolves around this.
one time one place.
coming
Awoken from this slumber. A light has come on. The pouring of yellow stains all that is around me. The door has opened and in walks a stranger. Surveying each of u. Looking at us judgmentally he chooses one that best suits his needs for the day. Once again the light goes out and I am left. Left unused. Lost amidst the crowd I am surrounded by. Left here…hanging.
A lowly hanger sat on a shelf without cloth or twin draping from it’s frame. To define previously mentioned hanger would be to define a piece of music without sound. It’s life is as worthless.
A hanger sat on a lowly shelf without cloth or twin to hang from it’s steel frame. To define previously mentioned hanger would be to define a piece of music without sound. Nothing interesting happens in it’s life.
I hate my bedroom. It’s the untidiest place in my house, full of clothes waitnf to be placed upon a hanger. It is used as an all purpose room, by my children> iwill mourn this when it goes. My children love to sit in my bed and read to me.
The hanger on which I hung your fur jacket…
Remember the time when you lent it to me?
Trudging in the heavy snow,
walking together.
I was so cold.
You lent me your jacket.
The next day,
You were gone.
I gave you back your leather jacket.
I put it in your grave,
along with my hanger.
It’ll always remain with you;
I’ll always remain with you.
I never know which way to put hangers away in my closet. Which side should the shirts face? Do I enjoy the hooks going the wrong way? How does this define me as a person? Does it? Is every minuscule action a reflection of my true self, or am I just losing sleep over molded plastic?
I was at the airport, I saw my hanger, it contained my plane, my baby, such a beauty. She’s got 2 large engines, all that power, the world is mine. I can see anything I want to see with her. I can travel freely. My sweet plane, in my hanger.
It is a feeling that you can not resist it you have to fuilfill it. it what makes man kind a life. Food is the source of energy in case of you are hangry you can not think straight. I really petty for all the people who can not have enough food and they are feeling hangry just because they do not have enough money to buy food. or that there is a lack of rescorcse within there contries or that there countries are corpated or sufferes from a a civial wars.There must be an obligation from rich countries and the UN that they support these countries and send them the enough aid so that every one would have a descent meal.
I think that when someone gets richer another one gets poorer.
This should be adressed on a globalaly lets make this this year a year of no hangry childreen. lets give them the aid and the support that they need.
Finally i do not think that any one would be happy if one day he slapt on a tight stomache just because he does not have USD
hanger this is wat we use to hang clothes . ahnger is used to store airplanes . hanger can be used as a term when a student hangs himself and the fan should be called as a hanger fan.
What? Hanger again? I thought… I already got that word… Damn.. Maybe i should write about something else? Maybe thermonuclear war… And penguins… Lots… Lots of penguins…
Hanger. Hunger and anger. When you are so hungry that you will reach out and strike someone in the face just to get a bite of their pizza. Hanger :D
She put the clothes on the hanger, but then hesitated. Should she really wear the red dress today? It was one of those things she had to argue with herself about – what to wear, what to wear. She could narrow it down between two things, but then had to mentally list the pros and cons of each outfit before making a final decision.
colour
wood
clothes
hat
dead
fabric
space
shape
No pipes or clothes suspended with out it, airplanes in them, I wonder if there are still “paper-hangers” if there are Id like to meet them.
She was designated to hang. The lexicon is arid, and dry, I know. She hung things, too many things. So many things to hang and people to kill! Aha! what a sorrowful widow was she.
I rarely use hangers. Clothes hangers that is. I feel very guilty about this. In order to use a hanger for clothes I would have to be able to open my closet door. In order to that I would have to move the stuff that is blocking it and then clean the closet itself. Too Much.
hager is a long word its shorter version of it is hang its so cool. it gives me a sense of danger and worry when i listen to that word…..its pretty scary…it also reminds me of hang man the awsome game i used to play when i was a kid with all my frnds,
the life of a hanger must be so dull…sitting on the rack, just waiting, day and night, for the opportunity; the opportunity to become useful, because without that, it is nothing. It is simply a piece of metal, destined to hang in a closet for the rest of it’s life.
She got the sinking feeling that writers forget how to write, growing lazy with each new word on the page, on the screen. That they don’t understand the difference between it’s and its, and that its’ is not a word at all. That homophones and homonyms are not the same. That hanger is something on which to hang something else, and that hangar is a place where planes reside between long flights from New York to California.
Every time we went to some linens store for hangers, my mother would pick up only white hangers. It goes along with this obsession in my family for white: white towels, white walls, white socks, white carpets…everything needing to be tabula raza, brand new, perceptibly clean. Dad wears brightly-colored socks. No wonder they love each other.
She held the hanger in her teeth as she attempted to button his shirt with both hands — trembling.
He was gone. After 47 years.
She was broken.
I could hear the creaking all the way upstairs. I had never been here before. I just came in an open door. I slowly walked downstairs to the creaking. Where was the old man? I looked in the basement and there he was, a rope around his neck.. He was a hanger.
I wish I had one more hanger to hang up my new coat. This coat will make me professional. Maybe it hide my fear of presenting at MICCA. I want to keep it neat until then.
abortion clothes linens sheets closet dress drier dresser table aeroplanes aliens hanger18 enchanted squirrels clothespins paperclips
the thing that I hang my clothes on
what someone does to somebody else
looking in my closet chossing my clothes in the morning
a wire hanger bending it during di.
when i think of this word i thing of a movie were they hang people on a tree like a scary movie that we did in language arts when poeple do a bad thing they get hung and all of their family can see.
I have to many of these tha are empty.. ugh. i needt o clean my room wheni get home.. Not very fun. Hah im so messy its gunna take me all noight. biut hangers are pretty cool.. if you dont thinik so then what ever.. .i mean like se what the can do for you21 there awsome
the thing that I hang my clothes on
what someone does to somebody else
looking in my closet chossing my clothes in the morning
a wire hanger bending it during di.
my clothes. My poor clothes. Sweaters werent meant to be martyred like that. In the same place where airplanes live. It’s a sad day in Mudtown.
Sure I wanted to discipline the kids, but really, a hanger? What? The dungeon is already booked? The waterboard is still at the neighbor’s? I was left with more tradition, albeit uncomfortable means…
you hangs colthes with it
some are metal some are plastic
some are small and some are big
they are very helpful around the house
and keep clothes organized
they are very useful.
sometimes i wish i could hang-her! nope. no girls. just the simple game that is silly sometimes. to hang dem boots until they dries. it’s a fever sometimes that drives me insane, occasionally i feel like i need to give it away.
many colors.
smashed inside.
not able to breathe.
lonely some.
holding fun things.
silly things.
special things.
the pink prom dress.
how could it be?
that it all revolves around this.
one time one place.
coming
The bodies arrayed as they were from the corners of the dilapidated houses were from that point onward referred to as a “hanger”.
Awoken from this slumber. A light has come on. The pouring of yellow stains all that is around me. The door has opened and in walks a stranger. Surveying each of u. Looking at us judgmentally he chooses one that best suits his needs for the day. Once again the light goes out and I am left. Left unused. Lost amidst the crowd I am surrounded by. Left here…hanging.
clothes hangliding love jeans shirts murder die murderer killer skirt dress cupboard kitchen food frozen yoghurt cheese yuguru ice-skating
A lowly hanger sat on a shelf without cloth or twin draping from it’s frame. To define previously mentioned hanger would be to define a piece of music without sound. It’s life is as worthless.
A hanger sat on a lowly shelf without cloth or twin to hang from it’s steel frame. To define previously mentioned hanger would be to define a piece of music without sound. Nothing interesting happens in it’s life.
I hate my bedroom. It’s the untidiest place in my house, full of clothes waitnf to be placed upon a hanger. It is used as an all purpose room, by my children> iwill mourn this when it goes. My children love to sit in my bed and read to me.
The hanger on which I hung your fur jacket…
Remember the time when you lent it to me?
Trudging in the heavy snow,
walking together.
I was so cold.
You lent me your jacket.
The next day,
You were gone.
I gave you back your leather jacket.
I put it in your grave,
along with my hanger.
It’ll always remain with you;
I’ll always remain with you.
I never know which way to put hangers away in my closet. Which side should the shirts face? Do I enjoy the hooks going the wrong way? How does this define me as a person? Does it? Is every minuscule action a reflection of my true self, or am I just losing sleep over molded plastic?
I was at the airport, I saw my hanger, it contained my plane, my baby, such a beauty. She’s got 2 large engines, all that power, the world is mine. I can see anything I want to see with her. I can travel freely. My sweet plane, in my hanger.
It is a feeling that you can not resist it you have to fuilfill it. it what makes man kind a life. Food is the source of energy in case of you are hangry you can not think straight. I really petty for all the people who can not have enough food and they are feeling hangry just because they do not have enough money to buy food. or that there is a lack of rescorcse within there contries or that there countries are corpated or sufferes from a a civial wars.There must be an obligation from rich countries and the UN that they support these countries and send them the enough aid so that every one would have a descent meal.
I think that when someone gets richer another one gets poorer.
This should be adressed on a globalaly lets make this this year a year of no hangry childreen. lets give them the aid and the support that they need.
Finally i do not think that any one would be happy if one day he slapt on a tight stomache just because he does not have USD
please i need to learn how to write songs.
clothes, closet, dresses, pants, trousers, clips, fashion, wardrobe, style, wood, plastic
hanger this is wat we use to hang clothes . ahnger is used to store airplanes . hanger can be used as a term when a student hangs himself and the fan should be called as a hanger fan.
The dress hung on her shoulders loosely and fittingly.
i rarely use the hangers in my room to hang my clothes up. i get in a lot of trouble from my mum because of that.
NO WIRE HANGERS! Sorry, I couldn’t resist.