I was in a junkyard once and it was a mess. I didn’t like the smells and it seemed all random. But I was assured it was orderly. My husband was able to find just what he wanted to put in his car. It was a radiator thing for his truck. Now the truck runs find and it didn’t cost us a million bucks. this is very interesting.
I was in a junkyard once and it was a mess. I didn’t like the smells and it seemed all random. But I was assured it was orderly. My husband was able to find just what he wnated to put in his car. It was a radiator thing for his truck. Now the truck runs find and it didn’t cost us a million bucks. this is very interesting.
junkyards. I love junkyards . If I could live in a junkyard I would. Junkyards are super fun. I love junkyards so much I could make the whole world a junkyard. junkyard dogs are the nicest dogs in the world they are the greatest thing in the world. Junkyard dogs are greatest dogs in the world.
A junkyard is a home for trash. I never had been there before. It is too dangerous, my mother always told me. But I had thought it was cool. Then I realized that it was overpowering so many areas of great land. I had to do something, fast.
I decided to have a recycling drive to reduce trash in the area. So far, it is a huge success. If I could change the world, I would reduce all trash and the land where the junkyard dump is free. A school could be built there.
There was a park that everyone in my class used to play at. I loved that park, but now, it’s a junkyard that no goes to. I’ve always wondered what ever happened to it. Some say that too many children were abducted in that area, so the town broke it down and now, it’s just a filthy junkyard.
A place like a dump. Has stuff nobody needs. Its an old, disgusting place. it probably once was a beautiful park and now there is junk and all the plants are all dead.
I’ve visited a few intentional junkyards but most of the junkyards I’ve found myself in were the yards of relatives who live in East Texas. It seems that no one knows exactly what to do with the automobiles that they drive until those cars are completely useless.
the boy stared at the broken form of the dog and wondered what had brought him to the spot, in this junkyard, with the milky-eyed puppy that had meant so much to him.
then he realised: the dog was himself, and the junkyard was his death.
The old man was a senile one. His eyes never lit up more than a lamp and there was usually a match involved. The dog he’d grown to despise was his only friend and with it he guarded the gates of hell, he imagined. In reality he guarded trash. Other people’s garbage had become his empire.
The junkyard is a place were people drop off their junk. The leave the things they don’t need or want anymore there. It is normally far away from towns because there is alot of stuff in the yard and most peeople don’t like to look at a bunch of junk. The junkyard doesn’t look very nice also.
junkyard is a yard that is filled with a bunch of junk. People throw old stuff there that they dont want and other people probably wont use either. basiclly all the junk goes therre. hemse the word junkyard. a junkard is big area where things are thrown out. some people take some stuff that they think is valuable or useful
i was in a weird place where no one was there, and there were many abandoned things. i found the coolest historical object buried underneath a matress. it was an old telescope that had a written letter inside!
The junkyard is a place were people drop off their junk. The leave the things they don’t need or want anymore there. It is normally far away from towns because there is alot of stuff in the yard and most peeople don’t like to look at a bunch of junk.
A dirty place that is filled with trash and stuff that people don’t want. The junkyard is a place that may have dirty animals and old cars there. The junkyard may also smell bad
A junkyard is a place where people throw away things that they don’t want. Everything in the junkyard isn’t junk though. Lots of people find valuble things in the junkyard and keep them forever.
i usedto lived in ajunkyard!! it was so junky, and yardy… i got sick of it so now i live in my neighbours pool…. much more natural as long as you don’t mind funnelwebs, they seem to bread there
The dogs in the yard were barking for no apparent reason. However, the dark shape looming behind the fence knew what their noise was all about. Softly padding around the perimeter, looking for an opening or a weakness, he cursed softly as he realised it was secure.
You are certifiable. You hear things. You see things you shouldn’t. You create turbulence and turmoil. Your mind is a veritable junkyard, filled with snippets of things you can’t grasp and memories you can’t quite remember.
My mind is a junkyard.
I throw the remains of a Hemingway novel in there, dreams for Frankenstein’s monster, the beauty of a theorum, the thoughts about your smile.
I write slowly, shifting through the precious junk.
In a junkyard, I could see many cars, parts, and random pieces of garbage. Somebody though, will probably find some of the garbage pieces useful. One person’s trash is another person’s gold.
I found myself in the old junkyard that I had never been in before, always afraid because I heard weird voices from it at night. This time I knew that I had to go in there to get the baseball back for the rest of the team, and as I ventured further inside, it loomed overhead as if I were entering a cave, and I began to fear more for my safety than I had originally
He walked out without looking back. The tires were unrecognizable, beyond consumed, beyond ash. The pile reduced to something unthinkable, almost like a mountain as it submits to the volcano within. The smell of the rubber in his noce hit him like a high, as high as he could hope to go.
Junk yards are there to dispose of junk, in todays world, especially on the Internet scam route, there are some I’d like to leave there permanently.
Junk yards are there for our convenience, make good use of them.
That kid is like a fucking camel. Just drinks and drinks and drinks for hours on end. And throughout the week? Not another sip. Not a single sip any other time than that one day, just storing it all, riding it out through the rest of the week. Right up until it’s time to drink again.
junkyards are fun places to look around in . There is usually is a lot of interesting things that people think are thrash. One man’s trash is another persons treasure, yeah? there is also a lot of sketchy stuff, though. it’s kind of a tetanus party.
The junkyard was filled with treasures. She couldn’t begin to think about all the things that she could do if she has a blowtorch in this place of metal. It would be amazing, she could craft a sword or a sculpture of Paul;
One day i decided to adventure down to the junkyard to see what I could find. When I arrived I was in awe at the awesomeness I was about to witness. Climbing over the hills of trash, I soon came upon a very unexpected sight. There in the hill, there was a trashed shrine to my mother.
In a junkyard there was a little boy. The junkyard was like a new palace to the little boy. He loved the junkyard. The junkyard held many toys and dirty things that he could play with. On one pile of junk, he found an old teddy bear that was barely dirty. THe junkyard gave him lots of good surprises. And he loved the junkyard with all of his hear. He really did.
I was in a junkyard once and it was a mess. I didn’t like the smells and it seemed all random. But I was assured it was orderly. My husband was able to find just what he wanted to put in his car. It was a radiator thing for his truck. Now the truck runs find and it didn’t cost us a million bucks. this is very interesting.
I was in a junkyard once and it was a mess. I didn’t like the smells and it seemed all random. But I was assured it was orderly. My husband was able to find just what he wnated to put in his car. It was a radiator thing for his truck. Now the truck runs find and it didn’t cost us a million bucks. this is very interesting.
junkyards. I love junkyards . If I could live in a junkyard I would. Junkyards are super fun. I love junkyards so much I could make the whole world a junkyard. junkyard dogs are the nicest dogs in the world they are the greatest thing in the world. Junkyard dogs are greatest dogs in the world.
A junkyard is a home for trash. I never had been there before. It is too dangerous, my mother always told me. But I had thought it was cool. Then I realized that it was overpowering so many areas of great land. I had to do something, fast.
I decided to have a recycling drive to reduce trash in the area. So far, it is a huge success. If I could change the world, I would reduce all trash and the land where the junkyard dump is free. A school could be built there.
There was a park that everyone in my class used to play at. I loved that park, but now, it’s a junkyard that no goes to. I’ve always wondered what ever happened to it. Some say that too many children were abducted in that area, so the town broke it down and now, it’s just a filthy junkyard.
A place like a dump. Has stuff nobody needs. Its an old, disgusting place. it probably once was a beautiful park and now there is junk and all the plants are all dead.
a dump were no one lives.
A place were garbage,at you old appliences, and toys that you throw out.
I’ve visited a few intentional junkyards but most of the junkyards I’ve found myself in were the yards of relatives who live in East Texas. It seems that no one knows exactly what to do with the automobiles that they drive until those cars are completely useless.
the boy stared at the broken form of the dog and wondered what had brought him to the spot, in this junkyard, with the milky-eyed puppy that had meant so much to him.
then he realised: the dog was himself, and the junkyard was his death.
The old man was a senile one. His eyes never lit up more than a lamp and there was usually a match involved. The dog he’d grown to despise was his only friend and with it he guarded the gates of hell, he imagined. In reality he guarded trash. Other people’s garbage had become his empire.
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The junkyard is a place were people drop off their junk. The leave the things they don’t need or want anymore there. It is normally far away from towns because there is alot of stuff in the yard and most peeople don’t like to look at a bunch of junk. The junkyard doesn’t look very nice also.
junkyard is a yard that is filled with a bunch of junk. People throw old stuff there that they dont want and other people probably wont use either. basiclly all the junk goes therre. hemse the word junkyard. a junkard is big area where things are thrown out. some people take some stuff that they think is valuable or useful
i was in a weird place where no one was there, and there were many abandoned things. i found the coolest historical object buried underneath a matress. it was an old telescope that had a written letter inside!
The junkyard is a place were people drop off their junk. The leave the things they don’t need or want anymore there. It is normally far away from towns because there is alot of stuff in the yard and most peeople don’t like to look at a bunch of junk.
A dirty place that is filled with trash and stuff that people don’t want. The junkyard is a place that may have dirty animals and old cars there. The junkyard may also smell bad
A junkyard is a place where people throw away things that they don’t want. Everything in the junkyard isn’t junk though. Lots of people find valuble things in the junkyard and keep them forever.
One day, I’ll end up there as well. Alongside all the other things you once thought you couldn’t live without. Now we’re just junk.
rubbish
unused things
household items
homeless people
boxes
food
scrap metals
rubbish
unused rubbish
householod items
bed rubbish
i usedto lived in ajunkyard!! it was so junky, and yardy… i got sick of it so now i live in my neighbours pool…. much more natural as long as you don’t mind funnelwebs, they seem to bread there
blah blha
Went to the junkyard to get some furniture
I don’t know anything about junkyards;
I wouldn’t like to have one in the backyard, hahahaha.
The dogs in the yard were barking for no apparent reason. However, the dark shape looming behind the fence knew what their noise was all about. Softly padding around the perimeter, looking for an opening or a weakness, he cursed softly as he realised it was secure.
You are certifiable. You hear things. You see things you shouldn’t. You create turbulence and turmoil. Your mind is a veritable junkyard, filled with snippets of things you can’t grasp and memories you can’t quite remember.
My mind is a junkyard.
I throw the remains of a Hemingway novel in there, dreams for Frankenstein’s monster, the beauty of a theorum, the thoughts about your smile.
I write slowly, shifting through the precious junk.
In a junkyard, I could see many cars, parts, and random pieces of garbage. Somebody though, will probably find some of the garbage pieces useful. One person’s trash is another person’s gold.
I found myself in the old junkyard that I had never been in before, always afraid because I heard weird voices from it at night. This time I knew that I had to go in there to get the baseball back for the rest of the team, and as I ventured further inside, it loomed overhead as if I were entering a cave, and I began to fear more for my safety than I had originally
He walked out without looking back. The tires were unrecognizable, beyond consumed, beyond ash. The pile reduced to something unthinkable, almost like a mountain as it submits to the volcano within. The smell of the rubber in his noce hit him like a high, as high as he could hope to go.
It’s a cemetary of Detroit steel that she walks into. Pieces of rusted America marking every corner of the lot.
Junk yards are there to dispose of junk, in todays world, especially on the Internet scam route, there are some I’d like to leave there permanently.
Junk yards are there for our convenience, make good use of them.
Brad
That kid is like a fucking camel. Just drinks and drinks and drinks for hours on end. And throughout the week? Not another sip. Not a single sip any other time than that one day, just storing it all, riding it out through the rest of the week. Right up until it’s time to drink again.
The junkyard is a work of art. It is a cultural hub of human nature. It is a diamond in the rough. It is a mean old dog just doing its job.
Her room was like a junkyard, but instead of cars cut in half and old microwaves, there were dragon claws, broken jars and old broomsticks.
junkyards are fun places to look around in . There is usually is a lot of interesting things that people think are thrash. One man’s trash is another persons treasure, yeah? there is also a lot of sketchy stuff, though. it’s kind of a tetanus party.
The junkyard was filled with treasures. She couldn’t begin to think about all the things that she could do if she has a blowtorch in this place of metal. It would be amazing, she could craft a sword or a sculpture of Paul;
One day i decided to adventure down to the junkyard to see what I could find. When I arrived I was in awe at the awesomeness I was about to witness. Climbing over the hills of trash, I soon came upon a very unexpected sight. There in the hill, there was a trashed shrine to my mother.
In a junkyard there was a little boy. The junkyard was like a new palace to the little boy. He loved the junkyard. The junkyard held many toys and dirty things that he could play with. On one pile of junk, he found an old teddy bear that was barely dirty. THe junkyard gave him lots of good surprises. And he loved the junkyard with all of his hear. He really did.