tranquil lands, palm trees. a cold glass of mango juice. sea the colour of a blue lagoon cocktail I had with dinner. Contentment surrounds me. There is nothing more relaxing.
The Mango was soft yet hard. And I liked it. Why was it so contradictory within itself? I don’t know. But again, I liked it. Why not? Contradictory things were fun, and the mango was the essence, no, the epitome of contradictory. At least this hard-yet-soft-one was. Thank you.
The fat lady behind the stall sang in a voice like a rock crusher — soft fruit riiiiipe — but no touching- she snapped regularly as passers by – some customers- stretched forward to fondle ripening soft fruit —
it’s a fruit and you can eat it, but it’s also delicious to make juice out of a mango. A mango can have the colours of red, yellow and green. It’s yummy for the tummy.
Summer approaches. The sun seems brighter. One looks at the tree which had been flourishing flowers in spring. One smiles. Gleaming in the middle of the tree lies a mango.
i lke mango but the seed is mad weird, i always wonder if i burried the seed and let it grow would i grow mangos, or would the seed just turn to stone, altho mangos are nice fruit they are very messy and therefore i dont exactly LOVE eating them, but umm ye mango i certainly love the colour despite me not loving the colour orange i guess its jst a shade of orange
i love mangos they are so sweet. they taste so great they are amazing. i love the colour of them and the juices that spray out of them. :) one of the best fruits ever! just amazing..
Fruity and sweet, and delicious on a hot day. Slippery to handle when its peeled but the fact that you can lick your fingers after makes it okay. The scent is incomparable and unique. Satisfying and exquisite, Ill have this for breakfast everyday in the summer if I could.
its a fruit. it s also a label. we have it here. but it sucks because it s all the same as all of the shops are. but i like the fruit.. its delicious. but it doesnt grow here. also my pet s first name was mango. the fuuck?
Mango makes me think of first discovery. The first time not just an individual, but a collective species experienced something. The first bite into a mango by a human would have been an incredible event to witness.
Mangos remind me of the better times in my childhood. Before I grew up and was faced with the bitterness of my parents divorce. I love mangoes. But I hated the fights.
The species fascinates – the sheer variety, almost as varied in look and taste as the human species. As similar. The king of creation in its species, like man.
eat the fruit of the mango
da juice of da mango so sweet and juicy
the rasta man loves the fruit of da mango
you
you
you drink da juice of da mango
you will see
Delicious, reminds me of the good old days in my city. waiting just for the summer to relish the delicious fruit. it reminds me of home, the warmth the holidays and my friends. it’s amazing how much a simple fruit can do.
The clowns chased Captain Boehner through the jungle and cornered him against a palm tree. They were angry that their captain had gotten them shipwrecked on a deserted the South Pacific island, possibly forever. The captain begged them to back off, and that he had the situation well in control.
“Under control?!” said Sprinkles, the boss clown, “You’ve got us washed ashore here, the boat is on the ocean floor a mile from here, with all our rubber chickens, whoopie cushions and invisible dogs. We don’t even have supplies for a single cream pie.”
“We can make do!” shouted Binky from the back of the possé, as a juicy, ripe mango flew over the crowd, splattering against Captain Boehner’s face.
i’ve never eaten a mango before. not even tried one. there’s a lot of things i’ve never tried because i’m scared that i won’t like them. i guess i am probably missing out on a lot of amazing things just because i’m scared it won’t be right. this sort of is describes my life. i’m sick of fear controlling my choices.
sweet, sickly, juice running down my chin, my hands, exquisite but almost painfully sticky, a sensation of joy mingled with yes, disgust, you are too sweet, too tempting, but there are consequences lurking behind yor sweetness
Orange, no yellow. Bend it like Beckham mentions it in comparison to small boobs. Are they juicy? Hmm. I’m not sure. Wait, am I talking about the boobs or mangos? Oh I’m confused.
Mangos are green, orange, lush
i’ll eat them with bagoong and salt
or on a stick with chiles
I miss the tropics
Mangos, I used to cut into sunflowers, and dig in, getting it on my cheeks.
I’ve matured since, I eat it with a spoon, like an adult taking demure bites out of ice cream.
The sweetness is gone, and over. Now that time is up.
Mango. a fruit I enjoy on occasion, although I couldnt exactly tell you what it tastes like. Most recent encounters with this fruit involve bottles of naked juice, I’m guessing one of the orange ones. It was delicious. although that could be due to the mass amounts of different flavors present in said flavor of juice.
I love mangos. They’re juicy and sweet and tangy. They remind me of a tropical island. With the breeze flowing, the sand in my hair, and the sunshine on my face. Mangos make me think of love.
a delicious fruit that i dont get to eat very often…sometimes i think of the SNL skit. very funny. tropical fruits are the best in mu opinion I like mango salsa. very delicious
Mangos are sweet orange color fruits that are commonly found in tropical climates located around the Equator. The first thing that comes to my mind when I think about mangos are mango flavored drinks, like a specialty margarita. Also, they remind me of the last time I went to Hawaii.
They are nice and juicy. I love them when they are ripe but i’ve never eaten a green one. I have one in my apartment and sometimes they are expensive. I want one now. I also want some chili on it since i like crunchy mangos with chili.
i love mangos! they are one of my favorite fruits. they are quite difficult to eat though. i remember as a little kid, i always had to have my mom cut them up for me. they were like a special treat. my sister and i would snack away on them as we watched our cartoons.
So one there was this chick, I met her whilst at a river. We got talking and she said she liked to eat mago, turns out i did as well so we met up and ate mango and pretty soon we started dating. WE ate mango all the time untill one day… she didn’t rock up, she stood me up and later on I found out she was just using me to buy her mango…
Da liegst du vor mir. Weich und saftig. Noch ein paar Sekunden. Ich beiße zu und gelber Saft spritzt mir in den Mund. Kau. Meine Finger kleben. Noch zwei Sekunden. Schluck. Du bist weg. Finger ablecken.
it lies upon the counterop
normal
unassuming
and you walk past it
not really caring
because it’s just a mango
a few days pass
and you see it again
and you think
that looks really tasty
and so then
you eat it
and it is perfect.
mangos are tasty and delicious. i love the taste explosion as you bite into it, it’s sour deliciousness running down your chin as your tastebuds go on an adventure to a magical place called.. mangodeliciousnessland. god i’m hungry.
I am not sure that I’ve ever had mango’s before. I don’t believe that I like the taste of them. I much prefer apples. The word itself makes me think of it as, instead of being a fruit, it is some kind of dance. I would love to find someone with which to mango all night long. I enjoy things like that; semantics and such.
mango is yummy. reminds me of summers and vacations. All the yummy juices, shakes, jam, pudding, sweets that grandma made. and of course sucking the mango, eating the pieces with breads. yum! Mango pickle to last throughout the year…loads of rituals associated with mango. and of course stealing them from neighbour’s trees!
this reminds me of papya, also known as mariah. i love that girl to death. it makes me sad she isn’t so nice to jenna anymore…i wish her lauren and i could all hang. i miss lauren…and sam. i want us all back together again…like old times. it has been so lonley
Mangoes are beautiful fruits. They range from the most beautiful golden yellow, to the darkest of greens, tinted with a furious red. And their taste, sour, sweet.
Fruit, yuuum! I love me some mangoes. I once read a book called the girl on mango street or something of that sort. As a matter of fact, I’d like to have me a mango riiiight neow! How about a smoothie?
tranquil lands, palm trees. a cold glass of mango juice. sea the colour of a blue lagoon cocktail I had with dinner. Contentment surrounds me. There is nothing more relaxing.
The Mango was soft yet hard. And I liked it. Why was it so contradictory within itself? I don’t know. But again, I liked it. Why not? Contradictory things were fun, and the mango was the essence, no, the epitome of contradictory. At least this hard-yet-soft-one was. Thank you.
The fat lady behind the stall sang in a voice like a rock crusher — soft fruit riiiiipe — but no touching- she snapped regularly as passers by – some customers- stretched forward to fondle ripening soft fruit —
it’s a fruit and you can eat it, but it’s also delicious to make juice out of a mango. A mango can have the colours of red, yellow and green. It’s yummy for the tummy.
Summer approaches. The sun seems brighter. One looks at the tree which had been flourishing flowers in spring. One smiles. Gleaming in the middle of the tree lies a mango.
the mango was so fresh and juicy. it was awesome to have it.
the mango was the yummiest fruit
i lke mango but the seed is mad weird, i always wonder if i burried the seed and let it grow would i grow mangos, or would the seed just turn to stone, altho mangos are nice fruit they are very messy and therefore i dont exactly LOVE eating them, but umm ye mango i certainly love the colour despite me not loving the colour orange i guess its jst a shade of orange
i love mangos they are so sweet. they taste so great they are amazing. i love the colour of them and the juices that spray out of them. :) one of the best fruits ever! just amazing..
Fruity and sweet, and delicious on a hot day. Slippery to handle when its peeled but the fact that you can lick your fingers after makes it okay. The scent is incomparable and unique. Satisfying and exquisite, Ill have this for breakfast everyday in the summer if I could.
its a fruit. it s also a label. we have it here. but it sucks because it s all the same as all of the shops are. but i like the fruit.. its delicious. but it doesnt grow here. also my pet s first name was mango. the fuuck?
Mango makes me think of first discovery. The first time not just an individual, but a collective species experienced something. The first bite into a mango by a human would have been an incredible event to witness.
Mangos remind me of the better times in my childhood. Before I grew up and was faced with the bitterness of my parents divorce. I love mangoes. But I hated the fights.
The species fascinates – the sheer variety, almost as varied in look and taste as the human species. As similar. The king of creation in its species, like man.
eat the fruit of the mango
da juice of da mango so sweet and juicy
the rasta man loves the fruit of da mango
you
you
you drink da juice of da mango
you will see
Delicious, reminds me of the good old days in my city. waiting just for the summer to relish the delicious fruit. it reminds me of home, the warmth the holidays and my friends. it’s amazing how much a simple fruit can do.
The clowns chased Captain Boehner through the jungle and cornered him against a palm tree. They were angry that their captain had gotten them shipwrecked on a deserted the South Pacific island, possibly forever. The captain begged them to back off, and that he had the situation well in control.
“Under control?!” said Sprinkles, the boss clown, “You’ve got us washed ashore here, the boat is on the ocean floor a mile from here, with all our rubber chickens, whoopie cushions and invisible dogs. We don’t even have supplies for a single cream pie.”
“We can make do!” shouted Binky from the back of the possé, as a juicy, ripe mango flew over the crowd, splattering against Captain Boehner’s face.
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i’ve never eaten a mango before. not even tried one. there’s a lot of things i’ve never tried because i’m scared that i won’t like them. i guess i am probably missing out on a lot of amazing things just because i’m scared it won’t be right. this sort of is describes my life. i’m sick of fear controlling my choices.
sweet, sickly, juice running down my chin, my hands, exquisite but almost painfully sticky, a sensation of joy mingled with yes, disgust, you are too sweet, too tempting, but there are consequences lurking behind yor sweetness
Mango is called “the king of fruits” it also happens to be my favorite of all.
My husband can eat a mango pit clean. My daughter is allergic. I ate them all of the time when I was pregnant. It smells like a tropical island.
Orange, no yellow. Bend it like Beckham mentions it in comparison to small boobs. Are they juicy? Hmm. I’m not sure. Wait, am I talking about the boobs or mangos? Oh I’m confused.
Mangos are green, orange, lush
i’ll eat them with bagoong and salt
or on a stick with chiles
I miss the tropics
Mangos, I used to cut into sunflowers, and dig in, getting it on my cheeks.
I’ve matured since, I eat it with a spoon, like an adult taking demure bites out of ice cream.
The sweetness is gone, and over. Now that time is up.
Mango. a fruit I enjoy on occasion, although I couldnt exactly tell you what it tastes like. Most recent encounters with this fruit involve bottles of naked juice, I’m guessing one of the orange ones. It was delicious. although that could be due to the mass amounts of different flavors present in said flavor of juice.
I love mangos. They’re juicy and sweet and tangy. They remind me of a tropical island. With the breeze flowing, the sand in my hair, and the sunshine on my face. Mangos make me think of love.
The juice was thick, sweet. It tasted like memories that were never made. The mango fell back to the plate with a soft thud.
a delicious fruit that i dont get to eat very often…sometimes i think of the SNL skit. very funny. tropical fruits are the best in mu opinion I like mango salsa. very delicious
Mangos are sweet orange color fruits that are commonly found in tropical climates located around the Equator. The first thing that comes to my mind when I think about mangos are mango flavored drinks, like a specialty margarita. Also, they remind me of the last time I went to Hawaii.
They are nice and juicy. I love them when they are ripe but i’ve never eaten a green one. I have one in my apartment and sometimes they are expensive. I want one now. I also want some chili on it since i like crunchy mangos with chili.
i love mangos! they are one of my favorite fruits. they are quite difficult to eat though. i remember as a little kid, i always had to have my mom cut them up for me. they were like a special treat. my sister and i would snack away on them as we watched our cartoons.
So one there was this chick, I met her whilst at a river. We got talking and she said she liked to eat mago, turns out i did as well so we met up and ate mango and pretty soon we started dating. WE ate mango all the time untill one day… she didn’t rock up, she stood me up and later on I found out she was just using me to buy her mango…
Da liegst du vor mir. Weich und saftig. Noch ein paar Sekunden. Ich beiße zu und gelber Saft spritzt mir in den Mund. Kau. Meine Finger kleben. Noch zwei Sekunden. Schluck. Du bist weg. Finger ablecken.
it lies upon the counterop
normal
unassuming
and you walk past it
not really caring
because it’s just a mango
a few days pass
and you see it again
and you think
that looks really tasty
and so then
you eat it
and it is perfect.
mangos are tasty and delicious. i love the taste explosion as you bite into it, it’s sour deliciousness running down your chin as your tastebuds go on an adventure to a magical place called.. mangodeliciousnessland. god i’m hungry.
I am not sure that I’ve ever had mango’s before. I don’t believe that I like the taste of them. I much prefer apples. The word itself makes me think of it as, instead of being a fruit, it is some kind of dance. I would love to find someone with which to mango all night long. I enjoy things like that; semantics and such.
mango is yummy. reminds me of summers and vacations. All the yummy juices, shakes, jam, pudding, sweets that grandma made. and of course sucking the mango, eating the pieces with breads. yum! Mango pickle to last throughout the year…loads of rituals associated with mango. and of course stealing them from neighbour’s trees!
I’m allergic to mangos, mangos and melons. Doesn’t stop me from eating them though.
this reminds me of papya, also known as mariah. i love that girl to death. it makes me sad she isn’t so nice to jenna anymore…i wish her lauren and i could all hang. i miss lauren…and sam. i want us all back together again…like old times. it has been so lonley
Mangoes are beautiful fruits. They range from the most beautiful golden yellow, to the darkest of greens, tinted with a furious red. And their taste, sour, sweet.
Fruit, yuuum! I love me some mangoes. I once read a book called the girl on mango street or something of that sort. As a matter of fact, I’d like to have me a mango riiiight neow! How about a smoothie?