Pop goes the weasle. Or something like that. This blank white background doesn’t do much for me. I think that I could write more if the background was black and the typing was white. That’s just my opinion. Take it or leave it. Blithe.
A bubble. Something soft and delicate. Pink bubblegum from a young girl’s lips. A soap bubble floating up in the air in a spring day. Kids’ fingers running after bubbles. Pop.
“”Snap, crackle and pop”! It reminded her of the rice bubbles commercial from when she was a child, but it was her child popping the bubble wrap which had surrounded his Christmas present. Christmas present sent by Grandma from up the country. No contact except for birthdays and Christmas. Not a devoted grandmother. Kylie had been upset for years at the lack of interest in her children from her parents.
i love pop tarts they make people happy with nothing but sugar and yummyness. a world without pop tarts would be a world full of depressed, slightly thinner, children. none the less if there were no pop tarts in the world how would there be funny commercials about them.
Some people say soda and some people say pop, some people say dad and some people say pop, but I always pick the former out of both and I don’t know why.
In the early morning, a weasel stirred. There in the shrub, he heard a ‘pop’. It was a mystical, forbidden brush. All weaselfolk knew this. Those that didn’t learned their lesson shortly.
Pop…. pop… pop…. the little girls giggled in excitement while they searched the bubble wrap for any other unpopped bubbles.
POP!
The sudden ‘explosion’ had both of them squealing and spinning around to see their father with a brand new, fresh piece of bubble wrap. Eyes widened and glittered, the father chuckled at their expression while he popped another bubble before holding the entire roll out for them to take.
you have a pretty little cherry….all i think about is…..i’m thisty, i want a soda…… i’m angry with you i just want to ______ you in the mouth…… what a pretty balloon…..POP!!!!
“Pop goes the weasel” is the most terrifying children’s rhyme I have ever heard. It makes me think of clowns, but I don’t know why. Maybe its the “Jack-in-the-box” thing.
Soda pop is really delicious, except no one really calls it that. pop goes the weasel was fun in the back yard when we were little kids, i wish i was still a youth. that was such a better time than being here now procrastinating on homework and papers. I wish i was little again playing in the sun, in the grass, in the back yard at my old house.
IT all pops. Every bit of my face. And your face. Everyone’s face pops at the same time. Like some giant zit, but what comes out isn’t pus or blood or that little white orb, but electronics. Specifically, laptops and speakers and mp3 players and even a gps systems.
It wasn’t a pop. In fact, it was more like a bang, a loud noise that made the cat bolt under the couch as if its life depended on it. Thinking about it, it probably did.
The noise was a gun shot, single. Then followed. Two, three, four.
He lost count.
The sun was setting on the horizon, beautiful hues of pink and gold illuminating the neighborhood.
pop? how do you expect me to write about the word “pop”!? What kind of topic is that!? Is it even really a word? What can be said about the word “pop”? I can pop things, things can pop themselves, but I can’t really talk about that.
Pop music. Soda. I’ve never liked soda. I don’t like the carbonationation in it because I think it feels uncomfortable. Like my tongue is being molested.
She screamed at the top her lungs. At that moment my ears popped. Her raving vocals fell deaf as I tried to make meaning of her frantic movements. I desperately wanted to understand what I had done this time. I wanted to make it better…
The music that I did not listen to growing up because I felt that it would change who I was. It would make me less original. Though looking back, I think that the quest to be original has led me to miss out on a lot of things, only because I considered it pop-ular.
Today I saw a girl pop a pimple in class today. It was absolutely repulsive. It was oozing with puss, and squirted all over Jennifer Burkhard’s face…she started crying and threw up and ran out of AVID only to be laughed at by all of our class. Poor Jenny Burky. Oh well……
a balloon goes pop. it’s really loud and scares me. a lollipop is good too. a tired goes pop. the song goes ‘pop goes to weasal’ anything goes pop to scare something or something. my friend popped out of nowhere to scare me. whenever animals pop out of nowhere its scares me.
pop…..pop art. I focused my portfolio for AP studio art on pop art. I think it’s genius, I love the way it combines satire, irony, and common sense into art and throws it back at people in a way that completely blows their minds. I love the color and the shapes, I love the fact that you can do anything with it. You just have to understand it. At first I didn’t understand it but now I love it. One day I’ll marry Andy Warhol.
why do i get pop; like really its called soda. not pop. pop is a sound. and i hate when people call it pop. its such an ugly word. grrr its nasty and horrible. and i can get really mad. its like those little comic books and you see a can . and thats what pop is the sound something coming out of the can.
i already did this word but ill do it again. pop. its the sound the needle made as it went thru my nose. it went pop pop pop. three times. nasty. also. i gave up pop for lent even tho i never do lent. pop and ridic shopping. im gonna pop your face? dude i dont even know pop
pop goes the weasle, swiper no swiping.! i see things pop in my brain from time to time that i dont want to remember– or think about, but they still pop in there as if to say :im still in here–you haent really forgotten me. I wish that i could see these certain memories for their real value instead of down playing or sufficating their life out of fear. When was the last time i did that? memories of my mom? needing to call my cousin, wondering what it means to take back your ex almost immediately after being so deeply wounded by them and played off as nothing. I dont know why i do these things i really dont– the reality of the situation is what i make it and the popping isnt controlled by me. the things that pop in and out are involuntary and therefore important to me. its like im always trying to figure out what is really going on in my mind. as if i know ive been tricking myself. what does all of this mean? it means i want to be conscious in theory but in practice…i just numb myself just like the rest. but these popping suprises remind me that ive still got a soul that knows everything ive experienced and wont let me live without it. and theres comfort there–and a reality that i’ll never stop learning even if i was the only one this brain of mine in itself is a whole galaxy to discover.
Pop goes the weasle. Or something like that. This blank white background doesn’t do much for me. I think that I could write more if the background was black and the typing was white. That’s just my opinion. Take it or leave it. Blithe.
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A bubble. Something soft and delicate. Pink bubblegum from a young girl’s lips. A soap bubble floating up in the air in a spring day. Kids’ fingers running after bubbles. Pop.
“”Snap, crackle and pop”! It reminded her of the rice bubbles commercial from when she was a child, but it was her child popping the bubble wrap which had surrounded his Christmas present. Christmas present sent by Grandma from up the country. No contact except for birthdays and Christmas. Not a devoted grandmother. Kylie had been upset for years at the lack of interest in her children from her parents.
Pop! I think my heart just exploded inside my chest.
i love pop tarts they make people happy with nothing but sugar and yummyness. a world without pop tarts would be a world full of depressed, slightly thinner, children. none the less if there were no pop tarts in the world how would there be funny commercials about them.
Does it hurt too bad to just to be different? Do I have to pop my brains out, just to be like you? just f*ck off…
what did mama corn say to baby corn?
where’s pop corn?
HA HA HA. -_-
I saw her walking
standing
singing
along the line of grass
that divided
the streets
and the sidewalk
and like everyone else was in black and white
only she was in color
true.
Some people say soda and some people say pop, some people say dad and some people say pop, but I always pick the former out of both and I don’t know why.
In the early morning, a weasel stirred. There in the shrub, he heard a ‘pop’. It was a mystical, forbidden brush. All weaselfolk knew this. Those that didn’t learned their lesson shortly.
Your weathered forehead makes my heart ache and your mellowing spirit makes me tender. You are my pop. I am your soda.
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Pop…. pop… pop…. the little girls giggled in excitement while they searched the bubble wrap for any other unpopped bubbles.
POP!
The sudden ‘explosion’ had both of them squealing and spinning around to see their father with a brand new, fresh piece of bubble wrap. Eyes widened and glittered, the father chuckled at their expression while he popped another bubble before holding the entire roll out for them to take.
the music that i love to dance to, in my bedroom looking at myself in the mirror
you have a pretty little cherry….all i think about is…..i’m thisty, i want a soda…… i’m angry with you i just want to ______ you in the mouth…… what a pretty balloon…..POP!!!!
pop goddamn it pop
“Pop goes the weasel” is the most terrifying children’s rhyme I have ever heard. It makes me think of clowns, but I don’t know why. Maybe its the “Jack-in-the-box” thing.
Soda pop is really delicious, except no one really calls it that. pop goes the weasel was fun in the back yard when we were little kids, i wish i was still a youth. that was such a better time than being here now procrastinating on homework and papers. I wish i was little again playing in the sun, in the grass, in the back yard at my old house.
pop – is this fizzing little tingly tasting word that explodes in your mouth when you say it – pop!
oh dang that my bad
Im new and didnt realize
that its the same word
oooooooooooppppps
IT all pops. Every bit of my face. And your face. Everyone’s face pops at the same time. Like some giant zit, but what comes out isn’t pus or blood or that little white orb, but electronics. Specifically, laptops and speakers and mp3 players and even a gps systems.
The can opened with a pop, and the oily, slick liquid that was inside began to ooze out. What is that stuff? I thought, but I
It wasn’t a pop. In fact, it was more like a bang, a loud noise that made the cat bolt under the couch as if its life depended on it. Thinking about it, it probably did.
The noise was a gun shot, single. Then followed. Two, three, four.
He lost count.
The sun was setting on the horizon, beautiful hues of pink and gold illuminating the neighborhood.
For Jordon, there was only that one, final noise.
pop? how do you expect me to write about the word “pop”!? What kind of topic is that!? Is it even really a word? What can be said about the word “pop”? I can pop things, things can pop themselves, but I can’t really talk about that.
pop goes the weasel as he colors on the easel if he happens to get the measles will that affect what he pops off about?
Pop music. Soda. I’ve never liked soda. I don’t like the carbonationation in it because I think it feels uncomfortable. Like my tongue is being molested.
She screamed at the top her lungs. At that moment my ears popped. Her raving vocals fell deaf as I tried to make meaning of her frantic movements. I desperately wanted to understand what I had done this time. I wanted to make it better…
The music that I did not listen to growing up because I felt that it would change who I was. It would make me less original. Though looking back, I think that the quest to be original has led me to miss out on a lot of things, only because I considered it pop-ular.
pop can mean so many different things . whether is bubbles or carbonation . POP !
pop goes the weasel and the weasel goes pop. those are lyrics to a song that was once my favorite.
but that was then, this is now.
Today I saw a girl pop a pimple in class today. It was absolutely repulsive. It was oozing with puss, and squirted all over Jennifer Burkhard’s face…she started crying and threw up and ran out of AVID only to be laughed at by all of our class. Poor Jenny Burky. Oh well……
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a balloon goes pop. it’s really loud and scares me. a lollipop is good too. a tired goes pop. the song goes ‘pop goes to weasal’ anything goes pop to scare something or something. my friend popped out of nowhere to scare me. whenever animals pop out of nowhere its scares me.
pop…..pop art. I focused my portfolio for AP studio art on pop art. I think it’s genius, I love the way it combines satire, irony, and common sense into art and throws it back at people in a way that completely blows their minds. I love the color and the shapes, I love the fact that you can do anything with it. You just have to understand it. At first I didn’t understand it but now I love it. One day I’ll marry Andy Warhol.
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why do i get pop; like really its called soda. not pop. pop is a sound. and i hate when people call it pop. its such an ugly word. grrr its nasty and horrible. and i can get really mad. its like those little comic books and you see a can . and thats what pop is the sound something coming out of the can.
i already did this word but ill do it again. pop. its the sound the needle made as it went thru my nose. it went pop pop pop. three times. nasty. also. i gave up pop for lent even tho i never do lent. pop and ridic shopping. im gonna pop your face? dude i dont even know pop
Gloomy tales
Goes the weasel. It’s what they call soda in Michigan. It’s what I call my father.
pop goes the weasle, swiper no swiping.! i see things pop in my brain from time to time that i dont want to remember– or think about, but they still pop in there as if to say :im still in here–you haent really forgotten me. I wish that i could see these certain memories for their real value instead of down playing or sufficating their life out of fear. When was the last time i did that? memories of my mom? needing to call my cousin, wondering what it means to take back your ex almost immediately after being so deeply wounded by them and played off as nothing. I dont know why i do these things i really dont– the reality of the situation is what i make it and the popping isnt controlled by me. the things that pop in and out are involuntary and therefore important to me. its like im always trying to figure out what is really going on in my mind. as if i know ive been tricking myself. what does all of this mean? it means i want to be conscious in theory but in practice…i just numb myself just like the rest. but these popping suprises remind me that ive still got a soul that knows everything ive experienced and wont let me live without it. and theres comfort there–and a reality that i’ll never stop learning even if i was the only one this brain of mine in itself is a whole galaxy to discover.