So. snapping reminds me of west side story. Like, when they are walking up next to eachother, in a line. All ready to break out in song and dance. IN UNISON. Then thinking about west side story makes me think of my freshmen year in highschool. yuck!
Snap goes the bones in your body, as his death grip tightens around your soul. Snap, goes your being when you’ve lost everything you’ve ever loved and hoped for. Snap, goes the twigs in the woods while death chases close behind you.
snap..pop goes the weasel. I really don’t know how to spell weasel. Anyway, I wish I had a button that snapped.
Once upon a time, there was a turtle. This turtle, well, he had a button that snapped.
He was the talk of turtleopia, of course, why wouldn’t he be.
i always do, at the simplest things. i woke up this morning and snapped at my brother, more than once. he was on the computer, seemingly since the sun was down. we only have one, so everyone’s gotta share. but i don’t like having a plan that gets messed up because it doesn’t go as planned. i snapped at him. he snapped back. same old, same old. brother and sister. it happens.
i love the sound of bubble wrap. bubble wrap is so satisfying i stop in the middle of my shift just to pop every single bubble on a sheet of bubble wrap. SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP! ugh! its orgasmic!
Oh snap! I just shat my pants! Snap! SNAAAP! God damn I love the sound of that word. It makes me think of bones. Snapping bones! Brutality! I’m tired of you’re shit, SNAP!!!!
Snap? retarded. this is the third time i’ve refreshed the page and i thought that maybe i’d get another word. now it’s not really fair and i’m breaking all the rules because i technically have had time to prepare what it was i was going to write for this. except not. I think of cereal characters and stupid angry bitches that talk with their hands. you know the type? *snap snap snap* in hopes to maybe get their point further across.
with a snaaaaaap there is sass. some people snap their fingers to make a point. others to be obnoxious. i like snapping my fingers but i sometimes can’t do it
I hear the SNAP! of a pony tail holder breaking and realize I’m not alone here. There’s someone else in this room. In fact, I can hear their breathing now. Inhale. Exhale. And so on. I feel my heart rate rise and peer through the darkness of the void for a sign of life. Footsteps. Who’s here with me?
I snap my finger to the beat of the music until one minute later, boom! My fingers just snapped right off ! I couldn’t believe it. Why on earth would a persons finger just snap off from grooving to
a frequent technique used to emphasize the beat when listening to secular music. Although it could be religious too. The snap is performed by the friction created between two or more fingers.
Oh snap! I step on the sticks underneath my feet. Where have they gone? I’m alone. I can hear the hoard. save me. They’re after me. I can hear their moans… where’s my gun?
think about ghetto people saying “oh snap”. This word used to make me think of a sound, but now it makes me thing of some interesting slang. snap crackle pop. I’d like to take a nap. Oh Snap. I’ve got to be in a trap. Oh Snap. Snoop Dog would be so proud of me for wirting about oh SNAP. Crap. Lap. Dap. Gap.
crackle pop. back to the frame from whence you came. cannot build drown to write in throws up hostage cattle warden shoes fits the right place and proper coding will suffice if the wrong matter occurs intro extro rather retro in ang and ang and angle whater
picture i have no idea what to type right now uhhhh im not gonna put my real name i dont want people to know who i am but this is a really cool site. uhhhhhlallalalllallallal hey wanna hear a
You use your fingers to do this. When your finger hits the skin on your hand, it makes a “snapping” noise. It is a dance move often used with smooth jazz, to go along with a beat. spelled S-N-A-P, it is a word.
Charles always said this, being gay. We called him Charles for three years, and it wasn’t until graduation that he let us know that everyone called him Chuck. He talked to me until he didn’t. Like highschool, or junior high. Law school was no different. I hated it. Cancer made me bald. Made me hate tax.
oh snap. he caught me staring.
pretend you were looking at the poster behind him.
don’t let him see you nervous.
casualy turn your head.
that’s right.
snap. i should have jsut smiled and winked.
i’m such a pansy.
snap like breaking something ,,,,snap crackle pop,,,oh snap! oh w/e you want ohhhhhhh SNAP i just wrote about Snap if your thinking about the Word snap i want you to SNAP out of it *wink wink nudge nudge* hahaha
Buttons. Rice Crispies. Green beans(only if they’re good). So many things snap, why is that sound so satisfying? So appealing? Why do we, as humans, like some sounds but abhor other, like squelching noises, things that sound slimy? Perception is a fascinating subject to me.
simple…every thing in life should be simple even if it is hard….doesnt make sence of course not i just like confusing you and that is not simple so sorry for not really even talking about simple i just wrote what came to mind.
crackle pop. those guys are the best. it gives me nostalgic memories of my childhood. i never really ate rice krispies, but i did like the treats. they are the best.
So. snapping reminds me of west side story. Like, when they are walking up next to eachother, in a line. All ready to break out in song and dance. IN UNISON. Then thinking about west side story makes me think of my freshmen year in highschool. yuck!
Snap goes the bones in your body, as his death grip tightens around your soul. Snap, goes your being when you’ve lost everything you’ve ever loved and hoped for. Snap, goes the twigs in the woods while death chases close behind you.
snap..pop goes the weasel. I really don’t know how to spell weasel. Anyway, I wish I had a button that snapped.
Once upon a time, there was a turtle. This turtle, well, he had a button that snapped.
He was the talk of turtleopia, of course, why wouldn’t he be.
i always do, at the simplest things. i woke up this morning and snapped at my brother, more than once. he was on the computer, seemingly since the sun was down. we only have one, so everyone’s gotta share. but i don’t like having a plan that gets messed up because it doesn’t go as planned. i snapped at him. he snapped back. same old, same old. brother and sister. it happens.
i love the sound of bubble wrap. bubble wrap is so satisfying i stop in the middle of my shift just to pop every single bubble on a sheet of bubble wrap. SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP! ugh! its orgasmic!
back in the day when i was a young kid, a foll in his own head, achieving the belief he was his own man, but failed to see
Oh snap! I just shat my pants! Snap! SNAAAP! God damn I love the sound of that word. It makes me think of bones. Snapping bones! Brutality! I’m tired of you’re shit, SNAP!!!!
Snap? retarded. this is the third time i’ve refreshed the page and i thought that maybe i’d get another word. now it’s not really fair and i’m breaking all the rules because i technically have had time to prepare what it was i was going to write for this. except not. I think of cereal characters and stupid angry bitches that talk with their hands. you know the type? *snap snap snap* in hopes to maybe get their point further across.
with a snaaaaaap there is sass. some people snap their fingers to make a point. others to be obnoxious. i like snapping my fingers but i sometimes can’t do it
snap
I hear the SNAP! of a pony tail holder breaking and realize I’m not alone here. There’s someone else in this room. In fact, I can hear their breathing now. Inhale. Exhale. And so on. I feel my heart rate rise and peer through the darkness of the void for a sign of life. Footsteps. Who’s here with me?
I snap my finger to the beat of the music until one minute later, boom! My fingers just snapped right off ! I couldn’t believe it. Why on earth would a persons finger just snap off from grooving to
a frequent technique used to emphasize the beat when listening to secular music. Although it could be religious too. The snap is performed by the friction created between two or more fingers.
time : close to sixty seconds
Oh snap! I step on the sticks underneath my feet. Where have they gone? I’m alone. I can hear the hoard. save me. They’re after me. I can hear their moans… where’s my gun?
think about ghetto people saying “oh snap”. This word used to make me think of a sound, but now it makes me thing of some interesting slang. snap crackle pop. I’d like to take a nap. Oh Snap. I’ve got to be in a trap. Oh Snap. Snoop Dog would be so proud of me for wirting about oh SNAP. Crap. Lap. Dap. Gap.
crackle pop. back to the frame from whence you came. cannot build drown to write in throws up hostage cattle warden shoes fits the right place and proper coding will suffice if the wrong matter occurs intro extro rather retro in ang and ang and angle whater
picture i have no idea what to type right now uhhhh im not gonna put my real name i dont want people to know who i am but this is a really cool site. uhhhhhlallalalllallallal hey wanna hear a
crackle pop.
Poetry readings are full of snapping noises instead of clapping noises. I’m not sure why.
You use your fingers to do this. When your finger hits the skin on your hand, it makes a “snapping” noise. It is a dance move often used with smooth jazz, to go along with a beat. spelled S-N-A-P, it is a word.
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yum cereal crackly in my stomach fluids
snap. crackle. pop. and repeat. cereal, yum.
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Charles always said this, being gay. We called him Charles for three years, and it wasn’t until graduation that he let us know that everyone called him Chuck. He talked to me until he didn’t. Like highschool, or junior high. Law school was no different. I hated it. Cancer made me bald. Made me hate tax.
snapping
noise
fingers
clap
mistake
people
loud
quiet
fingers butt nails breaking i snapped my wrist you could hear his leg snap back into place music lights
ove, peace, amor, life, respect, dreams, feith, god. dog, animals plants, earth, air, water, food, fruits, mom, family, babyes, helth
heyoooo you know. snap like dat shiiiiit
oh snap. he caught me staring.
pretend you were looking at the poster behind him.
don’t let him see you nervous.
casualy turn your head.
that’s right.
snap. i should have jsut smiled and winked.
i’m such a pansy.
snap like breaking something ,,,,snap crackle pop,,,oh snap! oh w/e you want ohhhhhhh SNAP i just wrote about Snap if your thinking about the Word snap i want you to SNAP out of it *wink wink nudge nudge* hahaha
Buttons. Rice Crispies. Green beans(only if they’re good). So many things snap, why is that sound so satisfying? So appealing? Why do we, as humans, like some sounds but abhor other, like squelching noises, things that sound slimy? Perception is a fascinating subject to me.
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snap…OHHHH SNAP that is the BOMBdigity,,,,balling,,,,beast ,,,,etc. you choose either way you will sound weird….:)
simple…every thing in life should be simple even if it is hard….doesnt make sence of course not i just like confusing you and that is not simple so sorry for not really even talking about simple i just wrote what came to mind.
crackle pop. those guys are the best. it gives me nostalgic memories of my childhood. i never really ate rice krispies, but i did like the treats. they are the best.
crackle pop in the morning
rubber band. my brain after professional development days. my underwear. making a rhymthm for a beat. dancing along to music. aha!
Oh, snap!! That was downright amazing…
Snap crackle pop.