The blood streamed out easily as the would began to open. i hated shots. But it was something that we al had to go through. Still i never saw the point, maybe it prevented being sick… but jabbing that giant needle into my skin gave me chills
Needle? What kind of needle? The sewing kind, or the pine needles? Are there any other types of needles? Hmm, now I wonder, what kind of needles are out in this world.
I was watching this show were this lady made this needle that helped a lot and could be threaded in one second. But that doesnt really matter to me because i dont sew. But it will help the people who do sew.
A needle is a sharp object that can cause you to bleed. When people say its like trying to find a needle in a haystack i wonder how hard that would actually be. Just imagine trying the find a tiny needle in a haystack it would be hard.
I hate needles. Every time i go an get shots i have the worst time ever. Whenever I see a needle chills come over me. I don’t know why either. I can give shots but not take them. Needles will always be my enemy.
What a horrible subject. I cannot absolutely positively cannot stand needles. It is gross to think that a little object is poking into your skin and injecting medicine in you! Cannot stand them and if you are my friend, your life will be horrible if you mention them around me.
“Oh, this is like trying to find a needle in a haystack!” I cried in frustration. “Each time a little piece of the puzzle creeps in, but when I turn to face it head-on, I get nothing.”
“Then you must not turn to face it,” he suggested. “Keep your attention elsewhere and let the memories flow as they will. You’ll remember when you are ready to.”
I have needles for sewing, needles for beading, needles for medicating. Within each category there are different needles. Long needles with giant eyes for easy threading, short, thick needles with strength.
my first needle was named Therapy and I stuck it into my arm every day when I would feel happy. Eventually, I was inspired enough to try to stick other things in my arm. Things like cell phones, memories, and photographs.
Needles are used for sewing. A few years ago I wanted to make a dress. My mom and I bought patterns and fabric, but never got around to it. We still haven’t finished it and now the pattern is too small.
I was using a needle and thread to stitch the hole I made in my jeans. The whole was there because of the fall I took down the hill trying to get to a stream for fly fishing.
I was sewing something the other day and was like, HEY! I love my girlfriend Katie Lauren Anastasia Schutzkus SOOOO Much! She’s the best… AROUND! I can’t wait to see her in June. Maybe when I finish this thing that I was sewing with this needle I can give it to her. And she will love it. Just like I love her.
I felt its sharp end pierce my skin and I flinched as I watched the liquid being pushed into my vein. The rundown clinic reeked of vomit and clorox and I felt dizzy from the unfamiliar smells. Loud crying came from a child being bounced up and down by a frantic mother, her tired eyes betraying her otherwise patient face. The floor was packed down earth near the entrance and here and there through the square building a hopeful splash of color from a few rugs that had been laid down in attempt to make the naked building feel more welcoming.
Through the skin, thread it slowly. The flesh pierces and clings to the moving spike, the pink, rubbery, groved fabric of my thumb is made for this. It is no longer mine, but part of the patchwork.
I like the sharp metal. the coolness. the point. the simplicity of design. The slim shape. How it pierces with the slightest of force, a minute movement concentrated to produce an effect. The rythym of it weaving in and out of something, beautiful in its simplicity.
Nothing like a warm day inside curled up in a blanket with a needle in hand ready to make the final stitch to the quilt you have been creating. Into the cloth it goes.
I’d heard of the proverbial needle in a haystack, but this was ridiculous…
After hours of searching, the only clue I’d come up with that a murder had ever taken place in this building – did I mention we don’t even know the victims name? Groovy. – was a picture. An old picture so yellow it practically had jaundice.
Boo for time limits. :P
Drop the needle and get with the flow
the energizer bunny is beatin’ fo show
hip-hop the drum pops
silly like a string
pullin’ a beetle
across tha microphone
hittin’ dis high hat
wit a tis a tisky tick-tick tsssssk
rat-ta-tat-tat
Its all lashes and bats
I took a needle and thread and sewed a pretty scarf. It looked pretty, but then it got torn, so I had to get the needle out and patch up the tare. The scarf is pink and yellow, very Spring like. I may end up giving a similar one as a gift for my friend!
The needle just went to my arm, directly to my vein. Slowly I felt how all the poison start running throu my veins and I could felt how my life started to vanish away, but I felt happy, I felt that finally, everything was over.
like looking for that needle in the haystack–sometimes life keeps us in stitches–“-needles” can mend and fix the broken hearts of people if you try to listen and help them with love and concern
its like looking for a needle in a haystack, trying to find the perfect man – does he exist or is it just the ultimate fantasy which makes a dull life potentially bearable
There was a long time ago where this was my life. I was in deep turmoil, it ruled my very being. Every time I see or hear this word I think of things that most people would not think of. ever. I get it. Its not normal. but thats just me. Now days are completly different, as if I am a different person living a different life.
The needle in the haystack. No one could find it except for Tim. He didn’t know what he was looking for, but when he found it, he knew he had stumbled upon something rare. It glowed with the light of a thousand suns, yet only he could see its light.
He gave him the needle. He deserved it. He just hadn’t been doing the right thing by everyone else in the gang. He gave him then needle then socked him in the jaw.
i felt a stabbing pain in my neck. someone had jabbed me with a needle. uncontioustess was immidient. sweet dreams, such sweet dreams.
you use a sewing needle to sew clothes or blankets or stufff like that. I use sewing needles all the time when i sew.
I now how to use lots of kinds of needles. I like using a needle to pop my brothers balloons.
needle is somthing that is pointy and can hurt you if you use it in a wrong way it also can hurt if you poke the tip at the top of it
The blood streamed out easily as the would began to open. i hated shots. But it was something that we al had to go through. Still i never saw the point, maybe it prevented being sick… but jabbing that giant needle into my skin gave me chills
Needle? What kind of needle? The sewing kind, or the pine needles? Are there any other types of needles? Hmm, now I wonder, what kind of needles are out in this world.
A needle is really just something you can sew with no double meaning or anything special about it. It hurts and can be used as a weapon i suppose. ;D
I was watching this show were this lady made this needle that helped a lot and could be threaded in one second. But that doesnt really matter to me because i dont sew. But it will help the people who do sew.
I hat needles the doctors have to hold me down to get a shot .
i see a granny making a scarf for her grandkids. she is using the needles to do so.
A needle is a sharp object that can cause you to bleed. When people say its like trying to find a needle in a haystack i wonder how hard that would actually be. Just imagine trying the find a tiny needle in a haystack it would be hard.
Needles are very thin and sharp things and they use it to inject medicines.
the nnedle came at me fast. my doctor told me it wouldnt hurt. but when he got me in my arm with it i felt weird. but…….. it didnt hurt!!!
I hate needles. Every time i go an get shots i have the worst time ever. Whenever I see a needle chills come over me. I don’t know why either. I can give shots but not take them. Needles will always be my enemy.
a needle is something you use when you get a shot or you use a needle when you sew or anything like that.
What a horrible subject. I cannot absolutely positively cannot stand needles. It is gross to think that a little object is poking into your skin and injecting medicine in you! Cannot stand them and if you are my friend, your life will be horrible if you mention them around me.
“Oh, this is like trying to find a needle in a haystack!” I cried in frustration. “Each time a little piece of the puzzle creeps in, but when I turn to face it head-on, I get nothing.”
“Then you must not turn to face it,” he suggested. “Keep your attention elsewhere and let the memories flow as they will. You’ll remember when you are ready to.”
I have needles for sewing, needles for beading, needles for medicating. Within each category there are different needles. Long needles with giant eyes for easy threading, short, thick needles with strength.
my first needle was named Therapy and I stuck it into my arm every day when I would feel happy. Eventually, I was inspired enough to try to stick other things in my arm. Things like cell phones, memories, and photographs.
Needles are used for sewing. A few years ago I wanted to make a dress. My mom and I bought patterns and fabric, but never got around to it. We still haven’t finished it and now the pattern is too small.
I was using a needle and thread to stitch the hole I made in my jeans. The whole was there because of the fall I took down the hill trying to get to a stream for fly fishing.
I was sewing something the other day and was like, HEY! I love my girlfriend Katie Lauren Anastasia Schutzkus SOOOO Much! She’s the best… AROUND! I can’t wait to see her in June. Maybe when I finish this thing that I was sewing with this needle I can give it to her. And she will love it. Just like I love her.
I felt its sharp end pierce my skin and I flinched as I watched the liquid being pushed into my vein. The rundown clinic reeked of vomit and clorox and I felt dizzy from the unfamiliar smells. Loud crying came from a child being bounced up and down by a frantic mother, her tired eyes betraying her otherwise patient face. The floor was packed down earth near the entrance and here and there through the square building a hopeful splash of color from a few rugs that had been laid down in attempt to make the naked building feel more welcoming.
Through the skin, thread it slowly. The flesh pierces and clings to the moving spike, the pink, rubbery, groved fabric of my thumb is made for this. It is no longer mine, but part of the patchwork.
i am a needle in a haystack. The man who finds me will treasure me like a seamstress treasures the tool that defines her craft. Will anyone find me?
needles are sharp and pointy. i have never poked myself with one. neeedles are yoused for sewing.
I like the sharp metal. the coolness. the point. the simplicity of design. The slim shape. How it pierces with the slightest of force, a minute movement concentrated to produce an effect. The rythym of it weaving in and out of something, beautiful in its simplicity.
Nothing like a warm day inside curled up in a blanket with a needle in hand ready to make the final stitch to the quilt you have been creating. Into the cloth it goes.
I’d heard of the proverbial needle in a haystack, but this was ridiculous…
After hours of searching, the only clue I’d come up with that a murder had ever taken place in this building – did I mention we don’t even know the victims name? Groovy. – was a picture. An old picture so yellow it practically had jaundice.
Boo for time limits. :P
Drop the needle and get with the flow
the energizer bunny is beatin’ fo show
hip-hop the drum pops
silly like a string
pullin’ a beetle
across tha microphone
hittin’ dis high hat
wit a tis a tisky tick-tick tsssssk
rat-ta-tat-tat
Its all lashes and bats
something you use with thread to sew. in a haystack used to dispense medicine a e one a fishtype of plyers a type of nos
I took a needle and thread and sewed a pretty scarf. It looked pretty, but then it got torn, so I had to get the needle out and patch up the tare. The scarf is pink and yellow, very Spring like. I may end up giving a similar one as a gift for my friend!
The needle just went to my arm, directly to my vein. Slowly I felt how all the poison start running throu my veins and I could felt how my life started to vanish away, but I felt happy, I felt that finally, everything was over.
like looking for that needle in the haystack–sometimes life keeps us in stitches–“-needles” can mend and fix the broken hearts of people if you try to listen and help them with love and concern
its like looking for a needle in a haystack, trying to find the perfect man – does he exist or is it just the ultimate fantasy which makes a dull life potentially bearable
It shoots straight up into the atmosphere, piercing the blue like a needle. This is my love, shouted out into the blackness of space among the stars.
There was a long time ago where this was my life. I was in deep turmoil, it ruled my very being. Every time I see or hear this word I think of things that most people would not think of. ever. I get it. Its not normal. but thats just me. Now days are completly different, as if I am a different person living a different life.
the thing to sew our lives together.. and depending on how much effort is put forth is how sturdy a relationship will be.
The needle in the haystack. No one could find it except for Tim. He didn’t know what he was looking for, but when he found it, he knew he had stumbled upon something rare. It glowed with the light of a thousand suns, yet only he could see its light.
He gave him the needle. He deserved it. He just hadn’t been doing the right thing by everyone else in the gang. He gave him then needle then socked him in the jaw.