the plants in the back yard, just inside the back ate have always been especially dangerous. “They’re poisones” my grandfather once told me, pointing out the sharp spines under the blood-red leaves.
The cold dark death that awaits us. We must reach it. Taking any method whatsoever. Help is welcomed with open arms. Anything and everything that we have to take to reach it we do willingly. We love the death. We flee from life. We will take the poison.
substance which inflicts harm upon taker. not fun. used in dramatic movies or novels. if i didnt like you i would use this. snakes sometimes a\can be this so can other animals
poison is a killer. it’s not always one individual human who is poisoning us. most times it’s a group, which forms itself into a society. we now live in a poisonous society. we could maybe find our way out, if we had more creative ways about thinking about community. and the organization of humans.
Poison Iv-a-e-a-e-aaaah. Poison Iv-a-e-a-e-aaaaaah. Poison. A bared bodkin borne with poison. A poison of the mind. A poison of the soul. A terrifyingly versatile s
To hurtle forth into the dark oblivion is now, at the ceasing exertions of my wit, the sole extent of my desires. And how better to carry out such a malicious end than to drink of your sweet charity? Rend my innards to your villainous conquests, and to the dark earth send my wretched self.
The poison struck her in an instant. He watched her swallow. He watched the realization hit her as she lowered herself into a chair, a faint blue overcoming her face.
It manifests itself in fashions far beyond the mere contents of the cup that lies before me, and you. The house we’ve built from ground up is ridden with its ever-reproducing parasites; our words, our fretful dialogue, all of this is laced with its subtle, decadent traces. Can we escape? Hardly; ingrained in our nature it is, a testament to our stagnant spirit.
It’s clutches are ineluctable. It surrounds us, and we are, like all that composes our environment, a form of poison, yet with one particularly marked distinction: we are potent. We spew forth decay into the habitat serendipity – or blind happenstance – has established as our living quarters. All that we touch dies, or forges forth in pathways of decline and decrepitude.
kills can be liquid powder or wordfs I have never been poisoned by anything toxic but have seen how people can poison situations and relationships by their bad use of words or sometimes clever words Poison ivy was a pop son when I was young.
When sister Natalie set her eyes on the vial, it was all over. The sweet red liquid was her choice of demise. She stroked it with her fingertips steadily before she lifted the bottle. Her lips anticipated the sting of the poison before it passed them, and her blood cried for many minutes before it stopped.
Poison. Alcohol. Same thing. My poison kills me slowly from the inside out. Like any other standard poison. Cyanide & bleach. Poison. I could kill my self that way. Cyanide is supposed to be painless & quick. Who knows. Maybe I’ll try it out one day.
The slipping poison in my blood is strangling me. I tears at my heart and my mind, creeping further into every nook and cranny that it can find. It’s such a simple poison but it’s so confining: loneliness.
poison is an unthinkable act to put upon yourself. jealousy is a poison. love is a poison. hatred is a poison. Love is the only poison to ever wish upon some ones head or even your own. Poison Kills but it also brings together.
its something that can be good or bad. like the evil womans in the princess’s movies or something like that. i think that it can be dangerous, something like hate and you need to drink it
Hate is a poison that will kill all of the people you love. There’s nothing more poisonous than an apple. :P There will be poison placed on the food that will be served tonight.
i dont want to die. Rat poison. I’ve seen rats on tv die from poison like they were hanging in store windows as if to prove that the poison really works. its quite nasty i think the character was just disgusted, the movie may have been ratatouie.
Many beings and many creatures have been endowed with some sort of poison. With disregard to the biological poisons, many humans are poisons in and of themselves. Humans are a poisonous race, always seeking to gain by diminishing and reducing the accomplishments of others.
apples were what the wicked queen gave to snow white. It was filled with poison. The poison that would kill Snow White and give the wicked queen back her sense of security.
Juliette pretended to kill herself with poison, then when she woke up and saw what her act did to poor Romeo, she tried the poison for real. But alas, there was no more poison, so she took the cold steel as the end.
Poison is very bad for you. It can kill you. Well, it will kill you. I do not think it would be a very painful way to die. Unless it was prolonged. In the movie The Princess Bride it was used in the beginning between the main character and another small character.
The cup has been filled to the brim, and I raise it to my lips, unwittingly. Its contents are, to me, mysterious, but in the mind of she, who placed it before me, clarity is all. Her intentions are malign, of that I have no doubt. I nonetheless trust her; a collapsing of my wits, I suspect. I put it to my lips and drink.
poison can be good for you. sometimes it’s interesting to take something that slowly kills your body because it makes you appreciate life. alcohol is a poison, but we take it anyways because it’s worth it. sometimes the things that poison you the most are the things you chase after so relentlessly. the venom of a bad decision may come back to bite you, but you have to decide if it’s worth it. if so, don’t dwell on it. because being bored is worse than being poisoned.
somethign that aristotle or socrates was forced to drink to commit suicide. i keep forgetting who it was. apparently back then they had this thing that if you commit suicide after you were ordered to there’s some kind of honor in the way you die. if you ask me i think its pretty fucked up. after you die your dead
Poison, that girl is poison. but girls aren’t the only thing that can really ruin an entire situation. If you want to see something completely fall apart then I would recommend that you seek psychiatric help, because perhaps its not healthy for you to be focussing so heartily on the deconstruction/destruction of things. You should definitelly look into enjoying something pleasantly constructive, like painting, or sculpting. Maybe you should take up legos, or lincoln logs. I’m not here to judge but usually, you’re gonna make more friends creating things, then when you’re morbidly seated at a cafe, drinking your coffee extra black and waiting for the social structure to fall apart around you.
When the poison was injected into my veins I hadn’t worried about it at the time. I had thought that I would have escaped this hell hole before it kicked in.
But now that im running down this long hallway, trying to dodge the people trying to capture me, i can feel it fulling taking effect now. My body was slowing, my movements were becoming more choppy. I knew that I didn’t have much time to get out. And even then, the chance of me living was slim.
I had no idea where they had taken me, but I knew that I wasn’t going down without a fight. Either way, by death, or by miricle, I was getting the hell out of here.
She carried her vial and placed it in his hands. “Are you sure you still want to do this?”
“I’ve never been more sure in my life.”
She sighed. “The effects are permanent. You do remember that?”
“I do.”
She let go of the small bottle.
He popped the top and took it in one gulp, and let the blissful darkness take him.
Poison, her glass was laced with it. Just as every other was. When would he ever learn that she was smarter than him by a long shot. Handing any woman the same cheap wine, with the same powder, in the same crystal glass by the same sickly sweet smile. Always next to the same dyeing plant. The plant had been alive the first time she met him on the terrace, now every time she sees it, it looks more and more awful. The once bright green leaves now a faded, washed out yellow. She toys with the reason why this poor plant is doing so dreadful as she coyly smiles and toasts on its heath through a closed throat and smirked lips.
the plants in the back yard, just inside the back ate have always been especially dangerous. “They’re poisones” my grandfather once told me, pointing out the sharp spines under the blood-red leaves.
The cold dark death that awaits us. We must reach it. Taking any method whatsoever. Help is welcomed with open arms. Anything and everything that we have to take to reach it we do willingly. We love the death. We flee from life. We will take the poison.
substance which inflicts harm upon taker. not fun. used in dramatic movies or novels. if i didnt like you i would use this. snakes sometimes a\can be this so can other animals
poison is a killer. it’s not always one individual human who is poisoning us. most times it’s a group, which forms itself into a society. we now live in a poisonous society. we could maybe find our way out, if we had more creative ways about thinking about community. and the organization of humans.
Poison Iv-a-e-a-e-aaaah. Poison Iv-a-e-a-e-aaaaaah. Poison. A bared bodkin borne with poison. A poison of the mind. A poison of the soul. A terrifyingly versatile s
To hurtle forth into the dark oblivion is now, at the ceasing exertions of my wit, the sole extent of my desires. And how better to carry out such a malicious end than to drink of your sweet charity? Rend my innards to your villainous conquests, and to the dark earth send my wretched self.
The poison struck her in an instant. He watched her swallow. He watched the realization hit her as she lowered herself into a chair, a faint blue overcoming her face.
It manifests itself in fashions far beyond the mere contents of the cup that lies before me, and you. The house we’ve built from ground up is ridden with its ever-reproducing parasites; our words, our fretful dialogue, all of this is laced with its subtle, decadent traces. Can we escape? Hardly; ingrained in our nature it is, a testament to our stagnant spirit.
It’s clutches are ineluctable. It surrounds us, and we are, like all that composes our environment, a form of poison, yet with one particularly marked distinction: we are potent. We spew forth decay into the habitat serendipity – or blind happenstance – has established as our living quarters. All that we touch dies, or forges forth in pathways of decline and decrepitude.
There once was a man who knew nothing, how he got there was a poison, a poisoned day that left him with no thoughts of his own
The most noxious poison is not admissible by mouth or injection. The most poisonous substance known to man is a dysfunctional family
kills can be liquid powder or wordfs I have never been poisoned by anything toxic but have seen how people can poison situations and relationships by their bad use of words or sometimes clever words Poison ivy was a pop son when I was young.
When sister Natalie set her eyes on the vial, it was all over. The sweet red liquid was her choice of demise. She stroked it with her fingertips steadily before she lifted the bottle. Her lips anticipated the sting of the poison before it passed them, and her blood cried for many minutes before it stopped.
Poison. Alcohol. Same thing. My poison kills me slowly from the inside out. Like any other standard poison. Cyanide & bleach. Poison. I could kill my self that way. Cyanide is supposed to be painless & quick. Who knows. Maybe I’ll try it out one day.
The slipping poison in my blood is strangling me. I tears at my heart and my mind, creeping further into every nook and cranny that it can find. It’s such a simple poison but it’s so confining: loneliness.
poison is an unthinkable act to put upon yourself. jealousy is a poison. love is a poison. hatred is a poison. Love is the only poison to ever wish upon some ones head or even your own. Poison Kills but it also brings together.
its something that can be good or bad. like the evil womans in the princess’s movies or something like that. i think that it can be dangerous, something like hate and you need to drink it
dangerous
veneno
hate
unlike
soup
drinks
alcoholic
jonas brothers
voldemort
drink
eat
Hate is a poison that will kill all of the people you love. There’s nothing more poisonous than an apple. :P There will be poison placed on the food that will be served tonight.
i dont want to die. Rat poison. I’ve seen rats on tv die from poison like they were hanging in store windows as if to prove that the poison really works. its quite nasty i think the character was just disgusted, the movie may have been ratatouie.
Many beings and many creatures have been endowed with some sort of poison. With disregard to the biological poisons, many humans are poisons in and of themselves. Humans are a poisonous race, always seeking to gain by diminishing and reducing the accomplishments of others.
babies
control
kids
skull
spice girls
black
dark
china
eels
evil
bad
apples were what the wicked queen gave to snow white. It was filled with poison. The poison that would kill Snow White and give the wicked queen back her sense of security.
Juliette pretended to kill herself with poison, then when she woke up and saw what her act did to poor Romeo, she tried the poison for real. But alas, there was no more poison, so she took the cold steel as the end.
Poison is very bad for you. It can kill you. Well, it will kill you. I do not think it would be a very painful way to die. Unless it was prolonged. In the movie The Princess Bride it was used in the beginning between the main character and another small character.
The cup has been filled to the brim, and I raise it to my lips, unwittingly. Its contents are, to me, mysterious, but in the mind of she, who placed it before me, clarity is all. Her intentions are malign, of that I have no doubt. I nonetheless trust her; a collapsing of my wits, I suspect. I put it to my lips and drink.
poison can be good for you. sometimes it’s interesting to take something that slowly kills your body because it makes you appreciate life. alcohol is a poison, but we take it anyways because it’s worth it. sometimes the things that poison you the most are the things you chase after so relentlessly. the venom of a bad decision may come back to bite you, but you have to decide if it’s worth it. if so, don’t dwell on it. because being bored is worse than being poisoned.
Too much poison, too little poise.
Too little peace, too much noise.
somethign that aristotle or socrates was forced to drink to commit suicide. i keep forgetting who it was. apparently back then they had this thing that if you commit suicide after you were ordered to there’s some kind of honor in the way you die. if you ask me i think its pretty fucked up. after you die your dead
you’re poison running through my veins. poison. dum dum dum dum… like poison
I met a man once that told me he had 2 dogs killed by poison in his farm house, because his neighbors weren’t friendly. They were huskies.
Poison, that girl is poison. but girls aren’t the only thing that can really ruin an entire situation. If you want to see something completely fall apart then I would recommend that you seek psychiatric help, because perhaps its not healthy for you to be focussing so heartily on the deconstruction/destruction of things. You should definitelly look into enjoying something pleasantly constructive, like painting, or sculpting. Maybe you should take up legos, or lincoln logs. I’m not here to judge but usually, you’re gonna make more friends creating things, then when you’re morbidly seated at a cafe, drinking your coffee extra black and waiting for the social structure to fall apart around you.
the people coughed despraly trying to fill thire lungs with clean air befor they fell to the grond ownmoving.
Poison is sometimes an effective way to kill someone. I don’t like poison very much. The word poison above is written in purple.
When the poison was injected into my veins I hadn’t worried about it at the time. I had thought that I would have escaped this hell hole before it kicked in.
But now that im running down this long hallway, trying to dodge the people trying to capture me, i can feel it fulling taking effect now. My body was slowing, my movements were becoming more choppy. I knew that I didn’t have much time to get out. And even then, the chance of me living was slim.
I had no idea where they had taken me, but I knew that I wasn’t going down without a fight. Either way, by death, or by miricle, I was getting the hell out of here.
The touch of a womans hand as she carresess my inner thighs as she wispers take me and im entangled in a web of forgetfulness.
She carried her vial and placed it in his hands. “Are you sure you still want to do this?”
“I’ve never been more sure in my life.”
She sighed. “The effects are permanent. You do remember that?”
“I do.”
She let go of the small bottle.
He popped the top and took it in one gulp, and let the blissful darkness take him.
death, killing, bad, sad, bitter, sweet, closed, angry, disconnected, later, mean,
a substance secreted from another which has toxic effect, it’s mainly harmful when activated may cause death. Poison Ivy in batman
drink it full. drink it plenty. drawn your soul and swallow it all. forget the reasons and the whys. you’re going to be just fine.
Poison, her glass was laced with it. Just as every other was. When would he ever learn that she was smarter than him by a long shot. Handing any woman the same cheap wine, with the same powder, in the same crystal glass by the same sickly sweet smile. Always next to the same dyeing plant. The plant had been alive the first time she met him on the terrace, now every time she sees it, it looks more and more awful. The once bright green leaves now a faded, washed out yellow. She toys with the reason why this poor plant is doing so dreadful as she coyly smiles and toasts on its heath through a closed throat and smirked lips.