The lethal words soaked through my skin. I suddenly felt my stomach churn and the world go fuzzy. “But you’re my dad?? how can you leave us like this??”
apple, die, mr yuck, the words you say that get in my head, no matter how you mean it it sticks, i cant get rid of it no matter how many times i say i dont care. but i do.
It trickles down your throat down to your lungs as you grasp for air the poison around consumes you then you fall to the ground reaching for someone and hoping for them to save you from what is next to come but it was all a dream.
that girl is poison.
that’s my favourite song.
i love new jack swing, makes me think about the nineties, when everything was neon and bouncy and clean. i was young then. innocent.
Poison. Is what flows through my veins. My blood is being replaced with it. I come in repeatedly to voluntarily have this done. I’m poisoning myself. The poison makes my hair fall out. Makes me vomit. Makes me tired. Sounds crazy doesn’t it. I don’t really have a choice. If I don’t do it. I die.
Poison can be found in a bloody apple. Snow white ate it. She was a dumb god damn bitch. Then she was found by seven freaking hobbits, none of whom knew jack shit about CPR or first aid. Then a weird blonde guy arrived on a white horse and got a boner when he saw the body, thus kissing it and freaking out when it actually woke up. Thus began the lifelong marriage to a dead girl. What a bloody boomer.
You don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone-the cliche rings true now. I poisoned what we had and realized the split second after you were finally ready to walk away from my unrelenting selfishness that I was willing to give up those things for you after all. And now I can’t believe you won’t believe me one more time.
the was this mad scientist who was soo evil to only lamps, that he just wanted to break them all, so that they wouldnt work and the whole world would couldnt see anything ever. how did he do this well, by poisoning the lightbulbs, with this secret poison that was called lampious explosoua.
She drank it with relish, knowing that it would take her far, far away from all her troubles and hopes, her memories and passions, her joys and fears. The poison took her spirit and her mind on a grand adventure from which nobody returns.
well it’s obvious that when you get bitten by a snake that is poisonous, you might have to go to the hospital. anyways poison is dangerous stuff and you should try to avoid any of the stuff that may contain it. I don’t know, personally I haven
I can feel the poison of this world rushing through my veins. It pours in from all around me. It is shouted on the radio, it is screamed from the Television, is is transmitted through our phones, it is everywhere. We can stop this though. We have the antidote within our grasp, the antidote which is our mind.
I hate to think that someone can poison someone just like that and the other person won’t even realize it until they are suffering from the pain. Little things like that really bother me.
snow white apple the seven dwarfs minds make me crazy falling down a staircase running through the doors of time ahhhhhhhhhhhh don’t poison me with your negativity and your snarling make me happy with your poison for neutrality
poison is usually green and in a glass bottle. in fairytales people try to give poison to each other and it does also seem rather common in history. arsenic seems to be a good poison. hedgehogs are very resistant to poison and people are as well, if they rehearse taking it from time to time.
Poison is yucky. It is harmful and causes people to die. No one wants to die so no one wants poison. Sometimes it can just be somone in your life who is like poison to you and just depresses you and puts you down. Thats when you need to get rid of them.
Poison fills my veins and flushes out my blood. I run through the forest drowned in mud. Swallow the bugs and the razors at night. Sleep in the ocean before I win the fight. Is this what we are meant to be? Bodies sailing into the sea.
Deadly and throbbing through the veins, tick tick time running out, fuzzy pain or sweet release? It’s the cold breath of death, flowing through me and I can’t stop it- suck it out, this poison, it’s not my time. Please, I don’t want to die.
More poison? Really, I wished for a different word than that. It gets kind of boring like this. Alright. A person’s mind can be poisoned with bad thoughts and ideas. Ignorance can be poisonous to others around you. Ignorance.
It happens slowly so you don’t have time to respond. You only notice it in the small things; how your throat feels in the morning, the not so white color of the whites of your eyes. When you realize it, you are already lost.
poison is poisonous. it takes a person’s life away. it kills his brain, it takes his soul. it’s nasty, it’s weird. it tastes bad. it’s used by people with bad intentions, mostly with the purpose of killing someone they hate. and hate comes from with themselves. hate comes from aggression, aggression comes from tension. tension comes from bad experiences in the childhood. like your parents arguing or beating each other. or you getting beaten. or your parents divorcing. people divorce all the time, you think, it’s not such a big problem. but nobody knows the effect it has on a little child’s mind. the child might end up a killer, because his parents didn’t love each other.
Sick. So very very ill. It runs through my veins, like blood, but darker. Black. Who would have thought that something so rich and thick could kill me like this? I’m running out of time. No time left to think. Only time to die.
One man’s poison is another man’s nectar – or did I just make that up? Can poison ever be good? It is OK to poison weeds? Pity the poor rats eating the poisonous nibbles and dying a painful death. What’s your poison?
yo this is the word that i had yersterday i will do it agiain i need to release my poisin and get rid of it or i need dto not let it in me i need tot get clean not like physically clean that is just stupid and selefish now the real specail and rare and selfishleess thisng to do is to get my sperm and my spirt my sould clean an clean sould vevn even if there are drugs involed clean druge downnnn up yup!
It’s like poison, our friendship. The mundane and the preternatural, buddies over coffee and scones that only one of us ever consumes. I can’t leave him in the dust. He’s been asleep for sixty years. He can’t leave me either; I’d go nuts if left to my devices and my boring, human life.
He liked the band ‘Poison,’ although he had never heard their music. The album covers in the window of Dorsey’s Music, Muchos, and More, was enough to trigger this response when asked about his favorite band.
all of us. to ourselves and to each other. we get in and in ways we cant get back out. and it changes us – lives with us until we die. be it peacefully and happily or tortured and lost. unless of course one learns to take it for what it is and move on, then we can beat the poison no matter how much or what kind of it is in our system. i wonder if you get to heaven by being high when you die, or in a state of blissful delirium. but i guess that sort of thing is supposed to take acute awareness, and of course some other pure, courageous things…learn to take the poison, allow it to change you, embrace what comes~
There is a sound like a tap and a scrape, as she pulls out the frosted glass stopper. Pouring slowly, the wine smells warm and spicy. She reaches with long white fingers, into the folds of her dress. A bottle, very small, glints in the dim light of the kitchen.
poisons not great. It hurt people and kills people and stuff. It has been the death method of choice for centuries. From shakespeares time to using it for peopl on deathrow in america now a days. i dont like it. :( poison.
THere will be many people suffering soon. We will never find out how it really began, but thats really irrelevant. It will happen again, it has been this way for 200 years. Will they ever make an antidote for it?
I know of lots of poisonous fruits. Apples contain cyanide, but not very much. Mangoes have a poisonous seed in the center.
The lethal words soaked through my skin. I suddenly felt my stomach churn and the world go fuzzy. “But you’re my dad?? how can you leave us like this??”
apple, die, mr yuck, the words you say that get in my head, no matter how you mean it it sticks, i cant get rid of it no matter how many times i say i dont care. but i do.
It trickles down your throat down to your lungs as you grasp for air the poison around consumes you then you fall to the ground reaching for someone and hoping for them to save you from what is next to come but it was all a dream.
that girl is poison.
that’s my favourite song.
i love new jack swing, makes me think about the nineties, when everything was neon and bouncy and clean. i was young then. innocent.
Les poison. Les poison! Hehe Huhuh! Oh I love little fishies don’t you.
Disney= POISON.
666>>>>>>>>>>illuminati
Poison. Is what flows through my veins. My blood is being replaced with it. I come in repeatedly to voluntarily have this done. I’m poisoning myself. The poison makes my hair fall out. Makes me vomit. Makes me tired. Sounds crazy doesn’t it. I don’t really have a choice. If I don’t do it. I die.
never surrendering to the plundering uncertainties of the human body. taking you for what you are, with little thought given to what you could be.
Poison can be found in a bloody apple. Snow white ate it. She was a dumb god damn bitch. Then she was found by seven freaking hobbits, none of whom knew jack shit about CPR or first aid. Then a weird blonde guy arrived on a white horse and got a boner when he saw the body, thus kissing it and freaking out when it actually woke up. Thus began the lifelong marriage to a dead girl. What a bloody boomer.
You don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone-the cliche rings true now. I poisoned what we had and realized the split second after you were finally ready to walk away from my unrelenting selfishness that I was willing to give up those things for you after all. And now I can’t believe you won’t believe me one more time.
the was this mad scientist who was soo evil to only lamps, that he just wanted to break them all, so that they wouldnt work and the whole world would couldnt see anything ever. how did he do this well, by poisoning the lightbulbs, with this secret poison that was called lampious explosoua.
She drank it with relish, knowing that it would take her far, far away from all her troubles and hopes, her memories and passions, her joys and fears. The poison took her spirit and her mind on a grand adventure from which nobody returns.
well it’s obvious that when you get bitten by a snake that is poisonous, you might have to go to the hospital. anyways poison is dangerous stuff and you should try to avoid any of the stuff that may contain it. I don’t know, personally I haven
I can feel the poison of this world rushing through my veins. It pours in from all around me. It is shouted on the radio, it is screamed from the Television, is is transmitted through our phones, it is everywhere. We can stop this though. We have the antidote within our grasp, the antidote which is our mind.
I hate to think that someone can poison someone just like that and the other person won’t even realize it until they are suffering from the pain. Little things like that really bother me.
snow white apple the seven dwarfs minds make me crazy falling down a staircase running through the doors of time ahhhhhhhhhhhh don’t poison me with your negativity and your snarling make me happy with your poison for neutrality
poison is usually green and in a glass bottle. in fairytales people try to give poison to each other and it does also seem rather common in history. arsenic seems to be a good poison. hedgehogs are very resistant to poison and people are as well, if they rehearse taking it from time to time.
death is not as sweet as the wine, it’s as sweet as the poison in the wine.
Poison is yucky. It is harmful and causes people to die. No one wants to die so no one wants poison. Sometimes it can just be somone in your life who is like poison to you and just depresses you and puts you down. Thats when you need to get rid of them.
Poison fills my veins and flushes out my blood. I run through the forest drowned in mud. Swallow the bugs and the razors at night. Sleep in the ocean before I win the fight. Is this what we are meant to be? Bodies sailing into the sea.
Deadly and throbbing through the veins, tick tick time running out, fuzzy pain or sweet release? It’s the cold breath of death, flowing through me and I can’t stop it- suck it out, this poison, it’s not my time. Please, I don’t want to die.
More poison? Really, I wished for a different word than that. It gets kind of boring like this. Alright. A person’s mind can be poisoned with bad thoughts and ideas. Ignorance can be poisonous to others around you. Ignorance.
It happens slowly so you don’t have time to respond. You only notice it in the small things; how your throat feels in the morning, the not so white color of the whites of your eyes. When you realize it, you are already lost.
The poison of ones words can sometimes be more lethal than any dagger, or drug in this world. It not only will kill your soul, but spirit as well.
poison is poisonous. it takes a person’s life away. it kills his brain, it takes his soul. it’s nasty, it’s weird. it tastes bad. it’s used by people with bad intentions, mostly with the purpose of killing someone they hate. and hate comes from with themselves. hate comes from aggression, aggression comes from tension. tension comes from bad experiences in the childhood. like your parents arguing or beating each other. or you getting beaten. or your parents divorcing. people divorce all the time, you think, it’s not such a big problem. but nobody knows the effect it has on a little child’s mind. the child might end up a killer, because his parents didn’t love each other.
Sick. So very very ill. It runs through my veins, like blood, but darker. Black. Who would have thought that something so rich and thick could kill me like this? I’m running out of time. No time left to think. Only time to die.
One man’s poison is another man’s nectar – or did I just make that up? Can poison ever be good? It is OK to poison weeds? Pity the poor rats eating the poisonous nibbles and dying a painful death. What’s your poison?
yo this is the word that i had yersterday i will do it agiain i need to release my poisin and get rid of it or i need dto not let it in me i need tot get clean not like physically clean that is just stupid and selefish now the real specail and rare and selfishleess thisng to do is to get my sperm and my spirt my sould clean an clean sould vevn even if there are drugs involed clean druge downnnn up yup!
It’s like poison, our friendship. The mundane and the preternatural, buddies over coffee and scones that only one of us ever consumes. I can’t leave him in the dust. He’s been asleep for sixty years. He can’t leave me either; I’d go nuts if left to my devices and my boring, human life.
He was poison. He used fear as a poison. I finally have the antidote.
I am not flowing well today… must have been poisoned.
He liked the band ‘Poison,’ although he had never heard their music. The album covers in the window of Dorsey’s Music, Muchos, and More, was enough to trigger this response when asked about his favorite band.
all of us. to ourselves and to each other. we get in and in ways we cant get back out. and it changes us – lives with us until we die. be it peacefully and happily or tortured and lost. unless of course one learns to take it for what it is and move on, then we can beat the poison no matter how much or what kind of it is in our system. i wonder if you get to heaven by being high when you die, or in a state of blissful delirium. but i guess that sort of thing is supposed to take acute awareness, and of course some other pure, courageous things…learn to take the poison, allow it to change you, embrace what comes~
death kill murder prison purple war yuck painful wife war deadly
unforgiveness is poison. kill it before it blooms into bitterness and hatred and hard heart. do it today
something that is not good for you and eventually kills you
There is a sound like a tap and a scrape, as she pulls out the frosted glass stopper. Pouring slowly, the wine smells warm and spicy. She reaches with long white fingers, into the folds of her dress. A bottle, very small, glints in the dim light of the kitchen.
poisons not great. It hurt people and kills people and stuff. It has been the death method of choice for centuries. From shakespeares time to using it for peopl on deathrow in america now a days. i dont like it. :( poison.
It spills out over the floor. A sticky mess. The intention was to clean but that didn’t happen, things only became dirtier.
THere will be many people suffering soon. We will never find out how it really began, but thats really irrelevant. It will happen again, it has been this way for 200 years. Will they ever make an antidote for it?