i remember walking with you in seoul and seeing the different shops. walking into shoe shops and smelling all the leather, reminds me of our time spent together. im glad you got your shoes baby, because i know they make you happy :) i love you army-boy.
leather is awesome, it is made from cow skin. some people think it’s wrong to wear or manufacture leather. i mean at least we’re using all of the dead cow right? fuck that i’ll wear leather if i want.
I like the leather pants. They are stretchy and tight. Chu Chu. What are you doing!
AHHHHH!!!!! BAD CHU CHU!!!! would you like to (squeaky pants noises).
cows come in many shapes, sizes,and colors! I personally like the black and white cows. I once saw a cow in the side of the road… on it was a sign “Eat at Joes”.
leather is made from cows. poor cows. but leather is shmeeeeeexxxxxxyyyy :P <3 leather smells nice :P my father is making me go to sleep :P i wish i could sleep on a leather couch <3 BYE <3
hard soft smells like italy. all i see it leather. all I want it leather. all relationships should be like leather. Happiness finds its way into leather.
leather is made from animal skin. I’m not sure how I feel about it. I wear shoes and things made from it, but i do not like the idea of animals dying from it. I suppose it depends on how the animal was treated during it’s lifetime. It is sturdy, strong, weather resistant. Comes in different dyed colors. Useful. Old books are often bound in it.
There is something fresh in the air, but it stings–it stings and burns not only his eyes but maybe his throat, too, and a bit of his heart, and he thinks that this smell is sharp and he can’t handle it, can’t contain it, can’t control it.
Your heart is made of plastic, your conscious rusty tin
Feathers made of leather, but I want to touch your skin
Beautiful and bare there has got to be a soul somewhere
You are unpleasant outside, why won’t you let me in?
The way he felt when she touched him caused her to recoil. There was a warmth, sure, the skin wasn’t cold. But it seemed unreal, tough, ragged. Is this really a human touch, another actual person. Who is this being that she is now encountering?
Her hands were bound by straps. The leather wrinkled her skin underneath; sweat beading on the ones tightest around her wrists. She didn’t know how she would free herself, but she knew she needed to find solace.
man I just did this, I was talkin about cows and steaks, and how you can make whips. Let’s have some smelly wallets and ugly belts too. You know those fancy things you see in stores that are expensive but smell awful. Ugh. Leather. It’s not worth the money. Bleh. Haha
cows and boots and purses and cowboys and hide and belts. don’t get it wet. suede changes colors when you brush against it :) uhhmmm… mooooo! that’s what cows say
soft and strong smells good, it doesn’t taste that good though. Definitely not like steak. It goes in cars, and chairs, and belts, even wallets. You can make anything out of leather. You can use a leather whip to gather the cows.
Leather is the quintessential material for the looks of cowboys, rock stars, cross-road bikers and fashionistas. Basically, it’s that one thing you need to look cool.
Comfy seats in the VW! I like riding in that car. It’s comfortable to sleep in, too, when I’m not driving. Wish we could take a road trip in that car, but alas, there is no money. Glad we got to go to NIagara Falls, South Dakota and Duluth, MN.
when I was little i had these leather boots. they were cowboy boots, red leather you know? man they were my favorite. i wore them everyday. i’m pretty sure my mom had to wait until i was asleep to take them off me. poor thing. i did love them so much/
One time, we went to buy a leather coat for my mom. The salesman was super gay. But also insanely nuts. It was hilarious and tons of fun. DON’T TOUCH IT.
Leather is the fruit of all worlds. It characterizes sensual, eludes to foreign lands rich with oil and dense lacquer, and sings sweet symphonies to she who releases its beauty.
the first time i smelled a new leather car seat was the first time i remember noticing that car seats could be made of something other than soft, woolly material.
He went through the ropes. Kicked back the kickstand. Checked the brakes, revved the engine. He could feel his pulse slow, beat… beat… beat… He knew every corner, every shikane, every bump on the track as if it were a part of him. He kicked the bike into gear, twisted the throttle and pulled his feet onto the pegs – lowering his body into position. The engine blared, loud even through the ear plugs. He felt the wind pull on his leathers and push on his helmet; and soon its voice was heard too – roaring with the engine – bass and tenor. He receded into his mind and into the slow rhythm of his heart. Beat…. beat…. beat…. the gears almost shifted themselves – so rote was the motion and the feel. He focused his mind, he was approaching the end of the straight – the first corner was a fast left, and it led into a sharp right. He let off the throttle, and kicked the bike down to third gear and leaned hard to the left at 120 mph. He was off the throttle almost immediately, kicking the bike down to 2nd, 1st, leaning hard to the right.
He woke up looking at the sky through a visor. He had a helmet. His hand was throbbing. Where was he? He was on the ground. He was at the track. He sat up. Where was his bike? If he crashed, he would have left a trail in the dirt. There it was. His gaze followed the trail. It seemed endless. There was his bike. One hundred feet away. He saw lights. The track had an ambulance. He sat to watch it come. He had only 3 thousand dollars in the bank, and his deductible was $5000. His bike was probably totaled. Yes. He was broke again. Shit. He already signed up for his classes.
Leather is so smooth. It reminds me of my little girl. I remember when she used to climb onto my knee, and show me a flower she picked that day. She picked it just for me!
I love my leather pants. They make me look so darn sexy. Only problem is they are so hard to get out of when my wife attacks me because of my sexiness.
cows all over the place with only one thing on their mind — being skinned. cries of pain and screams from mouths that cannot be understood by human beings. leather that we sit on and cherish, the skins of those who cannot have a voice for themselves…killers we are.
The warm sofa basked in the sun. No one wanted to actually use it. It was there for looks, nothing else. No one wants to relax in a pool of their own sweat.
leather is the source of all evil in the world. Everything that comes from leather or is made from leather is bad. it should not be used or traded in anyway. leather come from cows, cows are the devil’s spawn.
the leather in my car is nice until it’s either too cold or too hot outside and then I really hate it because i either freeze more or boil my skin. how ever cloth seats are LAME! go leather you even smell good
the smell of it is intoxicating, she says while shopping for her husband in the airport store. she holds a piece of animal felt to her nose and inhales deeply, reminded of that summer in the field when the cows roamed.
The Leather is used to hurt me. it stings and it keeps me tied up around the neck to the end of his bedpost. Although it’s imaginary, I can’t help but stay, and pretend it’s his fault I can’t leave. This is weird and leather leather leather it says not to think just write.
I have leather boots and a leather jacket, reminds me of Judas priest, all metal, but in actuality they stole the look fromt he gay scene
pretty fucked, but what are ya gonna do, still metal
leather. i love my shoes. the smell of leather is intoxicatingly luxurious. the soft, supple texture wrapping my feet in comfort. protecting them from life’s little pebbles.
i remember walking with you in seoul and seeing the different shops. walking into shoe shops and smelling all the leather, reminds me of our time spent together. im glad you got your shoes baby, because i know they make you happy :) i love you army-boy.
Smooth, fun I really like the smell… Alot of bikers use it though its not the most comfortable clothing in the world… But its cool :)
leather is awesome, it is made from cow skin. some people think it’s wrong to wear or manufacture leather. i mean at least we’re using all of the dead cow right? fuck that i’ll wear leather if i want.
I like the leather pants. They are stretchy and tight. Chu Chu. What are you doing!
AHHHHH!!!!! BAD CHU CHU!!!! would you like to (squeaky pants noises).
cows come in many shapes, sizes,and colors! I personally like the black and white cows. I once saw a cow in the side of the road… on it was a sign “Eat at Joes”.
leather is made from cows. poor cows. but leather is shmeeeeeexxxxxxyyyy :P <3 leather smells nice :P my father is making me go to sleep :P i wish i could sleep on a leather couch <3 BYE <3
coverage. bondage. carnage. lustrous. tightness. looseness. blisters. black. polish. shiny shiny. boots. walking. moo.
hard soft smells like italy. all i see it leather. all I want it leather. all relationships should be like leather. Happiness finds its way into leather.
leather is made from animal skin. I’m not sure how I feel about it. I wear shoes and things made from it, but i do not like the idea of animals dying from it. I suppose it depends on how the animal was treated during it’s lifetime. It is sturdy, strong, weather resistant. Comes in different dyed colors. Useful. Old books are often bound in it.
leather is nive nad feathery, you may think it is a nice and frayed but other people will think it is diffrent there are are diffrent typer
There is something fresh in the air, but it stings–it stings and burns not only his eyes but maybe his throat, too, and a bit of his heart, and he thinks that this smell is sharp and he can’t handle it, can’t contain it, can’t control it.
I pressed my nose into the leather, breahed in deeply, slowly, completely, and out with a puff of warmth. This was how it should be.
Your heart is made of plastic, your conscious rusty tin
Feathers made of leather, but I want to touch your skin
Beautiful and bare there has got to be a soul somewhere
You are unpleasant outside, why won’t you let me in?
The way he felt when she touched him caused her to recoil. There was a warmth, sure, the skin wasn’t cold. But it seemed unreal, tough, ragged. Is this really a human touch, another actual person. Who is this being that she is now encountering?
Her hands were bound by straps. The leather wrinkled her skin underneath; sweat beading on the ones tightest around her wrists. She didn’t know how she would free herself, but she knew she needed to find solace.
cold and black like rodney king yeah i like space too want to be a galaxy or picture of a galaxy when i grow up/
Those strikingly skinny, black leather jeans you’re wearing is quite ravishing. Too bad you don’t own a motorcycle.*r
man I just did this, I was talkin about cows and steaks, and how you can make whips. Let’s have some smelly wallets and ugly belts too. You know those fancy things you see in stores that are expensive but smell awful. Ugh. Leather. It’s not worth the money. Bleh. Haha
cows and boots and purses and cowboys and hide and belts. don’t get it wet. suede changes colors when you brush against it :) uhhmmm… mooooo! that’s what cows say
soft and strong smells good, it doesn’t taste that good though. Definitely not like steak. It goes in cars, and chairs, and belts, even wallets. You can make anything out of leather. You can use a leather whip to gather the cows.
Leather is the quintessential material for the looks of cowboys, rock stars, cross-road bikers and fashionistas. Basically, it’s that one thing you need to look cool.
Comfy seats in the VW! I like riding in that car. It’s comfortable to sleep in, too, when I’m not driving. Wish we could take a road trip in that car, but alas, there is no money. Glad we got to go to NIagara Falls, South Dakota and Duluth, MN.
when I was little i had these leather boots. they were cowboy boots, red leather you know? man they were my favorite. i wore them everyday. i’m pretty sure my mom had to wait until i was asleep to take them off me. poor thing. i did love them so much/
One time, we went to buy a leather coat for my mom. The salesman was super gay. But also insanely nuts. It was hilarious and tons of fun. DON’T TOUCH IT.
Cows are not cute, no matter what people say.
Leather is the fruit of all worlds. It characterizes sensual, eludes to foreign lands rich with oil and dense lacquer, and sings sweet symphonies to she who releases its beauty.
the first time i smelled a new leather car seat was the first time i remember noticing that car seats could be made of something other than soft, woolly material.
He went through the ropes. Kicked back the kickstand. Checked the brakes, revved the engine. He could feel his pulse slow, beat… beat… beat… He knew every corner, every shikane, every bump on the track as if it were a part of him. He kicked the bike into gear, twisted the throttle and pulled his feet onto the pegs – lowering his body into position. The engine blared, loud even through the ear plugs. He felt the wind pull on his leathers and push on his helmet; and soon its voice was heard too – roaring with the engine – bass and tenor. He receded into his mind and into the slow rhythm of his heart. Beat…. beat…. beat…. the gears almost shifted themselves – so rote was the motion and the feel. He focused his mind, he was approaching the end of the straight – the first corner was a fast left, and it led into a sharp right. He let off the throttle, and kicked the bike down to third gear and leaned hard to the left at 120 mph. He was off the throttle almost immediately, kicking the bike down to 2nd, 1st, leaning hard to the right.
He woke up looking at the sky through a visor. He had a helmet. His hand was throbbing. Where was he? He was on the ground. He was at the track. He sat up. Where was his bike? If he crashed, he would have left a trail in the dirt. There it was. His gaze followed the trail. It seemed endless. There was his bike. One hundred feet away. He saw lights. The track had an ambulance. He sat to watch it come. He had only 3 thousand dollars in the bank, and his deductible was $5000. His bike was probably totaled. Yes. He was broke again. Shit. He already signed up for his classes.
Leather is so smooth. It reminds me of my little girl. I remember when she used to climb onto my knee, and show me a flower she picked that day. She picked it just for me!
I love my leather pants. They make me look so darn sexy. Only problem is they are so hard to get out of when my wife attacks me because of my sexiness.
cows all over the place with only one thing on their mind — being skinned. cries of pain and screams from mouths that cannot be understood by human beings. leather that we sit on and cherish, the skins of those who cannot have a voice for themselves…killers we are.
The warm sofa basked in the sun. No one wanted to actually use it. It was there for looks, nothing else. No one wants to relax in a pool of their own sweat.
Giving crocodiles sex appeal since desperate salesmen sat on it in cars.
leather is the source of all evil in the world. Everything that comes from leather or is made from leather is bad. it should not be used or traded in anyway. leather come from cows, cows are the devil’s spawn.
the leather in my car is nice until it’s either too cold or too hot outside and then I really hate it because i either freeze more or boil my skin. how ever cloth seats are LAME! go leather you even smell good
leatha. wyatt. new york accents. hot sex that makes funny noises as you grind. haha wow. what a dork. oh grindle lust. pantss. lethe
the smell of it is intoxicating, she says while shopping for her husband in the airport store. she holds a piece of animal felt to her nose and inhales deeply, reminded of that summer in the field when the cows roamed.
The Leather is used to hurt me. it stings and it keeps me tied up around the neck to the end of his bedpost. Although it’s imaginary, I can’t help but stay, and pretend it’s his fault I can’t leave. This is weird and leather leather leather it says not to think just write.
I have leather boots and a leather jacket, reminds me of Judas priest, all metal, but in actuality they stole the look fromt he gay scene
pretty fucked, but what are ya gonna do, still metal
leather. i love my shoes. the smell of leather is intoxicatingly luxurious. the soft, supple texture wrapping my feet in comfort. protecting them from life’s little pebbles.
Leather reminds me of cows ]:
Poor cows. Nice boots though.
Leather sleeves are everything. How cool are leather vests? I mean seriously.