sage. nope that doesn’t sound right. it sounds lihttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gMdX_A2iLuMe shiiit what the hell why does my computer always act up lihttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gMdX_A2iLuMe a;sdlfja;sjiodfo; awiejr i’m supposed to not be thinhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gMdX_A2iLuMing. daccord jécris. this is nimporte quoi. there are too many cays in the english language. now i have to write without then,
sage grass, sage in my cool talk glass of water, sage is a beautiful color and whenever I think of it, I feel cooler by several degrees
sage gives off a fresh scent in my mind and I feel lighter
i live with sage. Sage was a nice girl growing up, but around age 15 she went bad. Nobody wanted to hang out with her anymore, and it wasn’t because she got into that horrific car accident, it was because she became so self obsessed.
a bundle of seafoam green. The burning plants smoke curls around you and billows in the wind. Sitting. On the banks of north dakota, feeling calm from the sage, listening to the wolves howl.
what the . . . forget this word. I’m gonna go at . . . windows, because there’s a windows company commercial on during the NBA All-Star Game. A buddy of mine put his hand through his door (it was a weak door, but it was still a legit demonstration of the kid’s strength). I’d go on, but I realized this is a bad story and I would hate to bore the public.
Sage Francis is a good political rapper. His song, “Makeshift Patriot” gives a good alternative view on the media’s behavior during Sept. 11, 2001 – in that the things shown repeatedly on TV were there to encourage anger.
The wise old man with the timeless face, but the look in his eyes that said he was a thousand years old. He knew all, but still knew so little. The outside world still eluded him.
I can smell sage whenever I walk up those big hills in galena. There will be people standing outside, blessing their houses with the burning of it. She came to me and said,”This is for whoever sent you here. This is their blessing for you.”
Vanessa had just found out she was a sage. She really had no idea what that even meant. Except this: She was different. She was not normal, and normalcy was all she craved. She didn’t want to stand out… she wanted a normal life. Now, that was ruined.
Sage was in the fields. I had never known its smell to be so strong but it was. the grass reflected off the water which dripped from this wondrous roof of stone. Who could have thought that I would be the one to find this place of god.
To be a sage will be thy greatest achievement. You shall learn to improve thy self, my son. Learn the ways of your master. The power thy shall achieve will be great. Wisdom is power and thy power is great with you, my dear. Hold thy head high as thy learn to speak the ancient tongues of old. Speak the truth and give this lesson to thy son.
The sage burns and smoke fills the room. The ancient herb with symbolic meaning. But the knowledge we have, like the smoke when it burns mixes with the air and is gone. What do we really know in an ever changing world? Everything we see is smoke.
there was sage in the fields. I thought i had something to pick it with but I never did have a knack for remembering things. i left it back home with mother and Sally. They would be here soon and I wouldn’t have the guts to tell them what had really happened. Why father was dead
I always imagine an old man being sage, level headed, and thoughtful, and a great conversation when you need to talk, giving constant advice that may make you think beyond the situation itself .
With age, I hope to be looked as as a sage. I hope age gives me wisdom like it has done to my parents, and their parents. I think that everyone has a bit of sage, for past experiences and the life process. “You live you learn, you crash you burn, but without all that… you wouldn’t of learned.” <3
i dont know what a sage is. it reminds me of sable maybe or someone wise. Ok so this is hard when i don’t know what i’m writing about. its making me unsure what to say. the unsureness seems to be a part of life though so i see how this could be beneficial or how I could relate this to my world.
i am growing sage in my greenhouse garden area and its smells nice when you rub it between your fingers next to basil. it has the word age in it, and sag. you could find anagrams for it such as gas, or
To be a sage will be thy greatest achievement. You shall learn to improve thy self, my son. Learn the ways of your master. The power thy shall achieve will be great.
sage is a pretty name. it makes me think of a girl with long blonde hair riding a horse. maybe it’s a horses name. i don’t know. it can also be a color right? like a dark velvot red color. or is it blue… like the color of the ocean. maybe i’ll go look it up. isn’t it a type of fabric? maybe it’s just everything.
One wouldn’t consider my decisions to be very sage, but wisdom is not what I’m looking for here. I need to feel everything for myself, I can’t go on warned word. One day I will be dignified and wise but until then I prefer just to burn things down.
what is sage? Is it a…spice? I’m not sure. It’s like Thyme, right? I dunno. It’s a cute dog name, that’s for sure. This is a good prompt site for Mrs. Strand, I believe. Kinda quick, though. Very quick.
Sage, I have a friend named Sage. I think It’s a spice too. Spices are nice. They kind of give me this relaxed feeling. Relaxation is a craze these days. Kind of oxi-moronic, I know. But everybody wants their fill, and nobody seems to be getting it.
hes a really cool guy and he has a lot of socks with cool lions and tigers on them its pretty fucking cool if you ask me ya know… He’s also got these crazy magical powers and he can shot fire and thunder and water and ice and stuff. He can raise people from the dead and thats cool too and his best friend is a polar bear who doesn’t wear pants.
leaves, leaves in the wind, blowing, blowing away. chicken, chicken in the oven, smelling good. thinking, thinking of happiness. you, taking pictures. me, wanting to live in the moment.
magic is the thing in runescape that helps you kill people. i have seen many people call it sage.
i think about nerds at a video gaming store when i think of this word.
i once felt super uncomfortable like i was interrupting them by buying a video game.
once by browsing.
sage, the color of Jaclyns prom dress senior year. Sage, the color green. The beautiful color green. Green is the grass. Green are my eyes. Green is the blankie i sleep with every night. Green is my mothers favorite color. Green is beautiful. So are you. So am i. So is he. So is she.
the smell in the air and the look on that girl her eyes are that of sage and her hair is such of cinnnamon and orgastic feel surrounds me as i am blessed to kiss those herbal lips i can never promise the world just the love for my sage lipped girl
It burns, and the fumes wrap around me like a warm summers day. in this field, listening to the birds sing and the sound of the wind breezing by, I think of you.
Sage. He was a boy in my dream. Cute, stunning really. He was outgoing but not obnoxious like other boys. He was caring and sweet, especially towards his friends and family. We met on an odd day at the post office and somehow found each other again. He kissed me softly to have his sister run off. With that he ran after her, and I was never to see him again. For he became a distant memory that lingered on my lips.
to be wise
is thinking about wisdom.
and wanting not to know after searching.
because knowing leads to questions.
and only knowing
that you wish no more to know
will bring pleasure to a sage
who has spent far too long
wondering.
Her business was “Sage Counseling.” I asked her if she didn’t think that was slightly arrogant. “The PLANT!” she snapped. Yeah… obviously not the other kind.
her eyes were the color of sage, such a deep color that pulled you into her soul. It made you want to know her, to get close to her, to love her. I wanted to love her. I wanted her to want me to love her. But the way she looked at me with those sage eyes told me she was looking right through me.
“Rosemary!”
Someone supplied it.
“Sage!”
It went dancing into the pot.
“Nutmeg!”
In a hurry, the sous chef spilled too much into the pot.
“Drat! The soup is ruined!”
sage. nope that doesn’t sound right. it sounds lihttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gMdX_A2iLuMe shiiit what the hell why does my computer always act up lihttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gMdX_A2iLuMe a;sdlfja;sjiodfo; awiejr i’m supposed to not be thinhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gMdX_A2iLuMing. daccord jécris. this is nimporte quoi. there are too many cays in the english language. now i have to write without then,
a leaf. the herb and its green
i know a dog named sage. she had puppies. sage doesnt have a family and that is very sad. I wish i could help her
sage grass, sage in my cool talk glass of water, sage is a beautiful color and whenever I think of it, I feel cooler by several degrees
sage gives off a fresh scent in my mind and I feel lighter
i live with sage. Sage was a nice girl growing up, but around age 15 she went bad. Nobody wanted to hang out with her anymore, and it wasn’t because she got into that horrific car accident, it was because she became so self obsessed.
a bundle of seafoam green. The burning plants smoke curls around you and billows in the wind. Sitting. On the banks of north dakota, feeling calm from the sage, listening to the wolves howl.
what the . . . forget this word. I’m gonna go at . . . windows, because there’s a windows company commercial on during the NBA All-Star Game. A buddy of mine put his hand through his door (it was a weak door, but it was still a legit demonstration of the kid’s strength). I’d go on, but I realized this is a bad story and I would hate to bore the public.
Sage Francis is a good political rapper. His song, “Makeshift Patriot” gives a good alternative view on the media’s behavior during Sept. 11, 2001 – in that the things shown repeatedly on TV were there to encourage anger.
Sage brush grows outside my home
an old man that knows a lot about the world.
Gandolf
Dumbledoor
NOT Harry, or his dad, or Snape, or voldemort
The wise old man with the timeless face, but the look in his eyes that said he was a thousand years old. He knew all, but still knew so little. The outside world still eluded him.
green like forests and the woods. it reminds me of wise old men and their cigars with the warm smoke. wrinkles.
I can smell sage whenever I walk up those big hills in galena. There will be people standing outside, blessing their houses with the burning of it. She came to me and said,”This is for whoever sent you here. This is their blessing for you.”
Vanessa had just found out she was a sage. She really had no idea what that even meant. Except this: She was different. She was not normal, and normalcy was all she craved. She didn’t want to stand out… she wanted a normal life. Now, that was ruined.
Sage was in the fields. I had never known its smell to be so strong but it was. the grass reflected off the water which dripped from this wondrous roof of stone. Who could have thought that I would be the one to find this place of god.
To be a sage will be thy greatest achievement. You shall learn to improve thy self, my son. Learn the ways of your master. The power thy shall achieve will be great. Wisdom is power and thy power is great with you, my dear. Hold thy head high as thy learn to speak the ancient tongues of old. Speak the truth and give this lesson to thy son.
The sage burns and smoke fills the room. The ancient herb with symbolic meaning. But the knowledge we have, like the smoke when it burns mixes with the air and is gone. What do we really know in an ever changing world? Everything we see is smoke.
there was sage in the fields. I thought i had something to pick it with but I never did have a knack for remembering things. i left it back home with mother and Sally. They would be here soon and I wouldn’t have the guts to tell them what had really happened. Why father was dead
I always imagine an old man being sage, level headed, and thoughtful, and a great conversation when you need to talk, giving constant advice that may make you think beyond the situation itself .
With age, I hope to be looked as as a sage. I hope age gives me wisdom like it has done to my parents, and their parents. I think that everyone has a bit of sage, for past experiences and the life process. “You live you learn, you crash you burn, but without all that… you wouldn’t of learned.” <3
i dont know what a sage is. it reminds me of sable maybe or someone wise. Ok so this is hard when i don’t know what i’m writing about. its making me unsure what to say. the unsureness seems to be a part of life though so i see how this could be beneficial or how I could relate this to my world.
a dying brush of flaming green, it disappears into the night, winds that uproar reunite and lose themselves to the crying limbs
blaze
raise
praise
maize page
i am growing sage in my greenhouse garden area and its smells nice when you rub it between your fingers next to basil. it has the word age in it, and sag. you could find anagrams for it such as gas, or
To be a sage will be thy greatest achievement. You shall learn to improve thy self, my son. Learn the ways of your master. The power thy shall achieve will be great.
sage is a pretty name. it makes me think of a girl with long blonde hair riding a horse. maybe it’s a horses name. i don’t know. it can also be a color right? like a dark velvot red color. or is it blue… like the color of the ocean. maybe i’ll go look it up. isn’t it a type of fabric? maybe it’s just everything.
this word makes me think of wise magician gypsies that can tell the future. its like the line in aerosmith’s “dream on,” im not going to type out.
One wouldn’t consider my decisions to be very sage, but wisdom is not what I’m looking for here. I need to feel everything for myself, I can’t go on warned word. One day I will be dignified and wise but until then I prefer just to burn things down.
what is sage? Is it a…spice? I’m not sure. It’s like Thyme, right? I dunno. It’s a cute dog name, that’s for sure. This is a good prompt site for Mrs. Strand, I believe. Kinda quick, though. Very quick.
Sage, I have a friend named Sage. I think It’s a spice too. Spices are nice. They kind of give me this relaxed feeling. Relaxation is a craze these days. Kind of oxi-moronic, I know. But everybody wants their fill, and nobody seems to be getting it.
i’ve done this ALREADY!!!
hes a really cool guy and he has a lot of socks with cool lions and tigers on them its pretty fucking cool if you ask me ya know… He’s also got these crazy magical powers and he can shot fire and thunder and water and ice and stuff. He can raise people from the dead and thats cool too and his best friend is a polar bear who doesn’t wear pants.
ew. i don’t like her )-;
leaves, leaves in the wind, blowing, blowing away. chicken, chicken in the oven, smelling good. thinking, thinking of happiness. you, taking pictures. me, wanting to live in the moment.
magic is the thing in runescape that helps you kill people. i have seen many people call it sage.
i think about nerds at a video gaming store when i think of this word.
i once felt super uncomfortable like i was interrupting them by buying a video game.
once by browsing.
sage, the color of Jaclyns prom dress senior year. Sage, the color green. The beautiful color green. Green is the grass. Green are my eyes. Green is the blankie i sleep with every night. Green is my mothers favorite color. Green is beautiful. So are you. So am i. So is he. So is she.
the smell in the air and the look on that girl her eyes are that of sage and her hair is such of cinnnamon and orgastic feel surrounds me as i am blessed to kiss those herbal lips i can never promise the world just the love for my sage lipped girl
It burns, and the fumes wrap around me like a warm summers day. in this field, listening to the birds sing and the sound of the wind breezing by, I think of you.
Sage. He was a boy in my dream. Cute, stunning really. He was outgoing but not obnoxious like other boys. He was caring and sweet, especially towards his friends and family. We met on an odd day at the post office and somehow found each other again. He kissed me softly to have his sister run off. With that he ran after her, and I was never to see him again. For he became a distant memory that lingered on my lips.
to be wise
is thinking about wisdom.
and wanting not to know after searching.
because knowing leads to questions.
and only knowing
that you wish no more to know
will bring pleasure to a sage
who has spent far too long
wondering.
Her business was “Sage Counseling.” I asked her if she didn’t think that was slightly arrogant. “The PLANT!” she snapped. Yeah… obviously not the other kind.
her eyes were the color of sage, such a deep color that pulled you into her soul. It made you want to know her, to get close to her, to love her. I wanted to love her. I wanted her to want me to love her. But the way she looked at me with those sage eyes told me she was looking right through me.
“Rosemary!”
Someone supplied it.
“Sage!”
It went dancing into the pot.
“Nutmeg!”
In a hurry, the sous chef spilled too much into the pot.
“Drat! The soup is ruined!”