Bad, bad, hangover. Tea. Yeah, that’s exactly what he needed. Tea, with spice. Flavour. Something more than the thick whiskey smell and taste that hung over his life. He could tell it was there, on his tongue. He tried to smell that dorm room smell, only whiskey revealed itself. Life. Alcohol. Necessity.
sagee rymes with pagee and my life is like a book first its boring and thenn as you get into too it it starts to get exciting. but right now my life is at the begining and its not that fun(:
She lifted up the bushel to her nose. Mom. Thats all she thought. Putting the sage down on an empty grave, Rachelle walked away. Her feet leaving small footprints in the snow. Tomorrow she’ll come by again, and the next day and the next. She’ll never forget.
a wise sage once told, ” go forth and discover who you are.” or maybe that is what I chose to hear, he really wasn’t a wise sage. He was the bartender pouring my drink.
sage is a beautiful color and an enticing smell. I like to cook with it, and also paint walls with it. Its the color of beauty and fall. Of moss and dinosaurs. sage is sexy. sage is old. wise sages mix together potions with a mortor and pestal. what else is there to say about sage?
He was a sage of life, a sage of everything that he saw. With everything he spoke of, he spoke of it with this strange knowledge, as if he knew everything, everything in the universe. But the truth was, he knew nothing, knew little about people. Everything that he said he’d taken from some movie, some interaction between other people. He knew it was weird, knew it was even kind of WRONG, but he still acted like he knew everything. All hail the sage, the sage of nothing.
A herb in the cupboard, usually squished behind bits of leftover pasta in the cliplock box, in a faded brown plastic bag from a closed down supermarket. One that you’ll take out occasionally for some exotic recipe, and sniff to check if it’s gone stale.
I loved his sage green eyes, the way he glared into the depths of my soul. I only saw him one other time after that night. And never again. I’ve dated others of course, but none saw into me the way he had, I was never able to feel the way i felt that night.
My sage tells me the grasshopper can only live in the spring, but I disagree, which yes i know is not thr smartest thing to do. I believe the grasshopper is always living. living in our souls, sprirts, the earth and the magic within us
citrus. Stephanie’s car. We’re sitting in the back seat, the music is loud, and we’re singing, dancing in our seats, having a good time. Maybe we’re on the way to the mall, or the theatre, but does it really matter? We bond, we sing, we shout at other drivers. Smiles spread.
She sprinkled the sage on top of the plate of spaghetti, a wistful look in her eyes. She has cooked for him for so many years. When he was angsty, and couldn’t find a job, when he was working and hated every minute of it, when he was cheating, and happy.
She hoped the sage masked the rat poison.
Sage? I don’t know what that is but to me it sounds like an herb or something that only professional cooks on cooking shows would know about. I don’t know. I’m not too sure.
Sage is a herb that many people don’t use when cooking. It can be used fresh or dried. Chicken or fish are the best meats to use sage. Sage has health benefits just like any other herb. It’s inexpensive and doesn’t over power your meat.
A wonderful herb, savory and spicy. Adds delicious flavor to many dishes, especially Italian foods. Also smells great… sort of woodsy, a little minty. A wonderful word!
running into the woods
this satchel of sage in my grasp
can’t, don’t look back or they’ll come for you
those eyes, those voices
hold on tight
you won’t be found if you don’t want to
a moment to cleanse the senses
to cleanse the body
Sage. Four letters. One word. No division. Flower. Unique smell. Used most of the time to signify beauty and wellness. As well as to express ones love. “Sage, the touch of your skin, the remembrance of your scent implanted into my mind”.
I crossed the street by my mind followed the man on the park bench I imagined eventually he might go to a bus or start to walk somewhere but why what had he seen that made the park so much better.
sage is a type of herb. It tastes good on all sorts of dishes. It also has a very calming aroma. It can also be a name, I think. Sage? It is probably a girls name. It’s pretty though. You can also grow sage.
I don’t like sage. Actually it’s ok. Maybe it’s thyme that I don’t like. I made chicken with thyme once, and I think it kind of tasted like garden, or laundry or something.so maybe sage is different. who knows. i am not really an herb buff. i know theres like lavender and rosemary and mint and basil and things like that. i can tell most of them apart, but sometimes it is hard. i am not sure if chicken would taste good with sage.
I didn’t know what sage was so I asked my roommate and she said it was an herb/spice. So I think that it is probably used in cooking, and I know that some women use this as a color for their wedding. I think that a chef would probably use this to make really yummy foods and dishes.
an herb or a wise person just like Siddhartha became in the book by Hermann Hesse when he found enlightenment and became a Buddha. as an herb it reminds me of this time I decided to be a Wiccan and it was really cool and spiritual and stuff but I sort of outgrew it and decided religion was dumb and i’d rather be a realist which is weird because i pray sometimes but I don’t believe in God.
Advice for those who seek it. Color for those seeking change. Flavor as comfort. Pesky brush in the yard. An example of just how difficult the English language can be!
Sagey- you’re so damn sagey. Agey? Aged? No! You’re not aged. You’re just saged. Synergy, dynamism. The suggestion is that you must flow and move and the whatever you do, whatever you do, don’t forgot to take that damn sage along.
Sage goes in the email field. Or maybe just put it in the subject. That works, too. Or maybe just don’t write it at all. Nobody’s going to care. Because, honestly? Isn’t the point of saging to post with no content? Every bit of what I say has content.
the color of my first couch, i was so hooked on this color. it increased once i realized that donna loved it so much, and that she had green pillows on her white couch. i made her a blanket that fall to match, sage and white. then, that winter, she and john changed the colors of the room.
I already wrote about this strange entity called “sage”. I already decided that it was perhaps a spice and perhaps a name and now I will conclude that it is perhaps both. It is composed of an s, a, g, and e. S for sharp, a for anguish
there was an old man who lived by the river, i used to go and visit him.
one day when he was very ill, i sat by his bedside and he whispered something into my ear.
to this day i cannot remember what he said, but sometimes i still go down there. maybe one day it will be useful to me, but not yet. for now i will just enjoy the feeling of water and grass on my feet.
Is sage a spice? something spicy? I think I heard it as a name once. “A sage!” Hmm, definitely something poetic. Perhaps Shakespearean? Perhaps .. not. “It was a sage”: that sounds familiar, too. Guage, wage, page, age.
The sage is a type of magician. It is also the name for a wise person. Sages are indispensable in any fantasy story, because they often provide a much needed info dump for the main characters. The they will often be clothed in white.
I walked up to the tree and sighed. He was still sitting down on the shade, on the other side. I could feel he was smiling. It was a quiet morning. He motioned me to sit beside him. He asked, ” To what circumstance do I owe this pleasure?”
they are confusing me
cory is nice and sweet
but he is also weird and ive never met him
ben is funny and teases me and makes me laugh and is cute and smart
but either guy, my friends don’t approve. i don’t know what to do.
I think sage is a type of herb, but not really sure. It rhymes with rage, la rabbia in Italian. Mr. Dursely was filled with rage in the first book when there were people dressed in cloaks in the streets as he was going to work.
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Bad, bad, hangover. Tea. Yeah, that’s exactly what he needed. Tea, with spice. Flavour. Something more than the thick whiskey smell and taste that hung over his life. He could tell it was there, on his tongue. He tried to smell that dorm room smell, only whiskey revealed itself. Life. Alcohol. Necessity.
sagee rymes with pagee and my life is like a book first its boring and thenn as you get into too it it starts to get exciting. but right now my life is at the begining and its not that fun(:
She lifted up the bushel to her nose. Mom. Thats all she thought. Putting the sage down on an empty grave, Rachelle walked away. Her feet leaving small footprints in the snow. Tomorrow she’ll come by again, and the next day and the next. She’ll never forget.
a wise sage once told, ” go forth and discover who you are.” or maybe that is what I chose to hear, he really wasn’t a wise sage. He was the bartender pouring my drink.
sage is a beautiful color and an enticing smell. I like to cook with it, and also paint walls with it. Its the color of beauty and fall. Of moss and dinosaurs. sage is sexy. sage is old. wise sages mix together potions with a mortor and pestal. what else is there to say about sage?
He was a sage of life, a sage of everything that he saw. With everything he spoke of, he spoke of it with this strange knowledge, as if he knew everything, everything in the universe. But the truth was, he knew nothing, knew little about people. Everything that he said he’d taken from some movie, some interaction between other people. He knew it was weird, knew it was even kind of WRONG, but he still acted like he knew everything. All hail the sage, the sage of nothing.
A herb in the cupboard, usually squished behind bits of leftover pasta in the cliplock box, in a faded brown plastic bag from a closed down supermarket. One that you’ll take out occasionally for some exotic recipe, and sniff to check if it’s gone stale.
Sounds like an herb that people use for when cooking. It would make an interesting name for a girl.
I loved his sage green eyes, the way he glared into the depths of my soul. I only saw him one other time after that night. And never again. I’ve dated others of course, but none saw into me the way he had, I was never able to feel the way i felt that night.
i knew a sage named rosemary who didn’t have thyme for parsley sandwiches at the old time faire. all she knows is the wisdom of song.
My sage tells me the grasshopper can only live in the spring, but I disagree, which yes i know is not thr smartest thing to do. I believe the grasshopper is always living. living in our souls, sprirts, the earth and the magic within us
citrus. Stephanie’s car. We’re sitting in the back seat, the music is loud, and we’re singing, dancing in our seats, having a good time. Maybe we’re on the way to the mall, or the theatre, but does it really matter? We bond, we sing, we shout at other drivers. Smiles spread.
She sprinkled the sage on top of the plate of spaghetti, a wistful look in her eyes. She has cooked for him for so many years. When he was angsty, and couldn’t find a job, when he was working and hated every minute of it, when he was cheating, and happy.
She hoped the sage masked the rat poison.
Sage? I don’t know what that is but to me it sounds like an herb or something that only professional cooks on cooking shows would know about. I don’t know. I’m not too sure.
Sage is a herb that many people don’t use when cooking. It can be used fresh or dried. Chicken or fish are the best meats to use sage. Sage has health benefits just like any other herb. It’s inexpensive and doesn’t over power your meat.
A wonderful herb, savory and spicy. Adds delicious flavor to many dishes, especially Italian foods. Also smells great… sort of woodsy, a little minty. A wonderful word!
running into the woods
this satchel of sage in my grasp
can’t, don’t look back or they’ll come for you
those eyes, those voices
hold on tight
you won’t be found if you don’t want to
a moment to cleanse the senses
to cleanse the body
And yes, even in the ardent West Bend sun, we rolled around the sage brush, gazing at the clear blue sky and stuck in a haze of thoughts and feeling.
Sage. Four letters. One word. No division. Flower. Unique smell. Used most of the time to signify beauty and wellness. As well as to express ones love. “Sage, the touch of your skin, the remembrance of your scent implanted into my mind”.
I crossed the street by my mind followed the man on the park bench I imagined eventually he might go to a bus or start to walk somewhere but why what had he seen that made the park so much better.
sage is a type of herb. It tastes good on all sorts of dishes. It also has a very calming aroma. It can also be a name, I think. Sage? It is probably a girls name. It’s pretty though. You can also grow sage.
I don’t like sage. Actually it’s ok. Maybe it’s thyme that I don’t like. I made chicken with thyme once, and I think it kind of tasted like garden, or laundry or something.so maybe sage is different. who knows. i am not really an herb buff. i know theres like lavender and rosemary and mint and basil and things like that. i can tell most of them apart, but sometimes it is hard. i am not sure if chicken would taste good with sage.
I didn’t know what sage was so I asked my roommate and she said it was an herb/spice. So I think that it is probably used in cooking, and I know that some women use this as a color for their wedding. I think that a chef would probably use this to make really yummy foods and dishes.
a sage suggestion that she think long and hard before deciding to marry at such a young age
an herb or a wise person just like Siddhartha became in the book by Hermann Hesse when he found enlightenment and became a Buddha. as an herb it reminds me of this time I decided to be a Wiccan and it was really cool and spiritual and stuff but I sort of outgrew it and decided religion was dumb and i’d rather be a realist which is weird because i pray sometimes but I don’t believe in God.
sage sage you’re on the page
and all the rage
why?
green. mean and green.
cook with you
cooking with me
sage
hello sage. get in my food
get in my mood
i feel a little green today
maybe i had some bad cheese
but that’s okay
sage sage is all the rage
anyway
thank you.
sage
Advice for those who seek it. Color for those seeking change. Flavor as comfort. Pesky brush in the yard. An example of just how difficult the English language can be!
did you know, that this is what Nokia actually means in Finnish? Cool, huh? So awesome, but really is just some sage.) yep-yep
Sagey- you’re so damn sagey. Agey? Aged? No! You’re not aged. You’re just saged. Synergy, dynamism. The suggestion is that you must flow and move and the whatever you do, whatever you do, don’t forgot to take that damn sage along.
Sage goes in the email field. Or maybe just put it in the subject. That works, too. Or maybe just don’t write it at all. Nobody’s going to care. Because, honestly? Isn’t the point of saging to post with no content? Every bit of what I say has content.
the color of my first couch, i was so hooked on this color. it increased once i realized that donna loved it so much, and that she had green pillows on her white couch. i made her a blanket that fall to match, sage and white. then, that winter, she and john changed the colors of the room.
I already wrote about this strange entity called “sage”. I already decided that it was perhaps a spice and perhaps a name and now I will conclude that it is perhaps both. It is composed of an s, a, g, and e. S for sharp, a for anguish
there was an old man who lived by the river, i used to go and visit him.
one day when he was very ill, i sat by his bedside and he whispered something into my ear.
to this day i cannot remember what he said, but sometimes i still go down there. maybe one day it will be useful to me, but not yet. for now i will just enjoy the feeling of water and grass on my feet.
Is sage a spice? something spicy? I think I heard it as a name once. “A sage!” Hmm, definitely something poetic. Perhaps Shakespearean? Perhaps .. not. “It was a sage”: that sounds familiar, too. Guage, wage, page, age.
The sage is a type of magician. It is also the name for a wise person. Sages are indispensable in any fantasy story, because they often provide a much needed info dump for the main characters. The they will often be clothed in white.
I walked up to the tree and sighed. He was still sitting down on the shade, on the other side. I could feel he was smiling. It was a quiet morning. He motioned me to sit beside him. He asked, ” To what circumstance do I owe this pleasure?”
they are confusing me
cory is nice and sweet
but he is also weird and ive never met him
ben is funny and teases me and makes me laugh and is cute and smart
but either guy, my friends don’t approve. i don’t know what to do.
I think sage is a type of herb, but not really sure. It rhymes with rage, la rabbia in Italian. Mr. Dursely was filled with rage in the first book when there were people dressed in cloaks in the streets as he was going to work.
spice pepper yum food good fine hot dry wet cold winter summer fall spring hydrolics car automobile plane boat fast t-pain lonely island bahamas hawaii USA states illinois cardinal compass rose flower riley ellen mom
A great herb, will go well with a butter sauce on pasta. smells divine, colour green, leafy, the petal is shaped like a spear.