Hair. Short, spikey hair. A big deal for hair products salesmen. And very attractive on some people. Like Sue Sylvester. OK. Maybe she’s not a real person, but she looks like one.
Soon, as the wind stops kissing my ears, the cold metal pierces my flesh, and I feel the sweet respite of death. Warm blood is my blanket. Metal my pillow. Goodnight.
Spike was to her heart as cleat was to the baseball field, digging deep and tearing it up, mounds of grass and dirt falling forth, her emotions pouring like a river.
spike is most commonly a dog name. and my dog has a spike collar. i want to get my other dog one too, but he’s big so it will be expensive. i saw these cool sculputures online today that were made with collored pencils and looked really spikey. i want to do those too but i dont know how she got them to stick together. looked interesting. this is hard to write when you know you’re being timed.
schleins grandpa who is dating the famous girl form the brady bunch the mom who was sleeping with the son and the dad was gay but then he died..fucked up family but they seemed perfect fucking fake appearances everyone is so fucking fake we live under false appearancesm
Spike in ratings, spike in your blood pressure, “I hear that Spike Lee is shooting down the street,” spike you hair, spikes on a fence to keep people out–they used a ceremonial gold spike to connect the two halves of the Union-Pacific Railroad, so really, a spike connected the country once.
spike…. spike… he spike the ball… o spike… spike was the way his actions penetrated her heart. His works were a spike. His actions were a spike. Spike, knife, spike. Ouch. Like soccer cleats or baseball cleats, the spike would carve in to the surface beneath it piercing deep within its target flesh. Piercing the very being of the target.
The spikes of the porcupine cut into his skin, tearing away the thin tissue of flesh there and leaving spots of blood trickling out. He yanked back his hand, surprised and bewildered. It had been his pet for the last three years and it had never hurt him like this. He looked around, in case there was anything that made his porcupine react like this. That’s when he saw the small balls that looked like his porcupine when he had bought him… no her three years ago. He smiled and went back in.
A sudden thrill. Penetrating voice words come slow after and
Spike
Like icicles through me. Not me. Do me.
And then its gone
a dull alarm.
An interesting moment.
Climax
Climax.
It was like a tiny thorn – a spike. It was pricking at my heart. It was pricking at my soul. I would like to think that each prick was tiny enough that there was no lasting damage – but, I know that with each prick I lost a little bit of blood and felt a whole lot of pain. I can’t see my heart or my soul, but I wonder if these series of pricks have left any scars.
oh spike. makes me think of pain. :( and i would’ve typed more about the word spike..but i got interrupted. haa.
oh well.
spike is often used as a dog’s name. why? i have no idea. it’s not cute. it sounds dangerous. and, once again. painful.
spike rhymes with mike. i have a friend named mike:)
I watch the snow fall in waves around me – it floats when I look at it from the top but as I follow it down, it crashes. It reminds me of you and how you killed what we would never have. Just like the snow, you raised a rusted spike high in the air and I watched as it gracefully fell down towards that imagining thing between us, and then I watched as it crashed into the ground because nothing was really there.
at first i thought of spike as the name of a dog. then i pictured cactuses. but not regular cactuses, the spikes were metal like on a studded belt or something. weird, i know.
spike heels to drive in to your dick. As you enjoy i am giggling because I secretly think you are the weirdest person ever. But you are paying me one hundred dollars and I do as you say and if you want me to take my 8inches and ram them in your dick I will. beats sitting on your lap.
That single blond spike in his hair.. It drove me crazy. I wanted to push him against the wall. But that spike kept us apart. We were from different worlds and I wasn’t sure I wanted to step into his excitement-filled existence.
i have a dog named spike he likes to lay on his dog bed and growl when i walk up to him he likes to get dog bones and bury them in the back yard and find them later
I have never know a dog with one of those collars, you know the spiked kind. I seriously think that it is some kind of cartoon cliche. Every dog I have ever had has only gotten plain red or black collars with a little name tag and a loop to attach the leash. No wait, maybe that’s the cliche.
i have a dog name spike he is small white and has brown spots. i said to my mom that we should have named him spot because he has spots and she said no i like spike because he has a spike at the top of his head.
Was what his head laid on. My father, traitor to the king, alive to no one but the spike they impaled him on. Now it’s my turn to do something about this tyrant on the throne, or end up on the spike next to him.
Her temperature was spiking as Cas continued speaking Enochian, hand on her forehead. Bobby, Sam and Dean gave him the space he’d asked for, and watched tensely from across the room.
“Alex, there are spikes on his jacket,” Alexander Pettigrew pointed out.
Jane sighed and kept working. “Yes?”
“This does not worry you? Not even the slightest bit?” Alexander Pettigrew asked, fidgeting a bit.
She stood up and looked him in the eye. “I have spikes on my shoes,” she pointed out.
you were the spike that ran through my heart
he was the cloth that cleaned it all up
my heart was still splattered
all over the wall
but now you both had
my blood, my all
Spikes, like on the back of a dinosaur, or so we assume. Sticking high and tall to be seen by every one. To be feared by every one. Don’t touch, it’ll hurt. Just speculate in amazement.
On oceans, waves coming up like icicles from beneath me, I float endlessly through a stream of doubt. It circles me, endlessly, trying to seek out my inner-most being through my water-laden clothes. I’m weighted by my own anchor, drifting silently along shades of blue, just one small kiss below the waters top. I can breathe the air outside through gasps and splutters but never savor its true embrace. The winds upon my cheek as I bob one step up, my thirsty lips coming forth from the water in a sharp burst of air, a spike of tension, teasing the breezes on my skin as I lap up my first taste of freedom from your icy depths.
His hair was stuck up straight like pine needles stuck in the ground. Bright blonde, probably bleached, he seemed to spend a lot of time on his looks for someone withe barely any money to spare.
spike happens to be my favorite character in the anime show cowboy beebop. he has spiky hair and smokes alot. him and his friend are space bounty hunters and they recruit faye valentine, a girl named ed, and their dog ein. its very interesting.
He hammered the last iron spike into the ground with an authoritative clang. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he stood up to admire his handiwork, stretching across miles upon miles of golden grass. A groundwork he laid to tighten the leash of civilization on the open country.
Vlad the impaler impaled with the blunt,
Not knowing of the joke, he was the brunt.
Fishing trips unsuccessful, never any pike,
Oh if only if only, Vlad impaled with a spike.
Spike Lee is one of the coolest directors on the planet. Just check out any of his films, including the early “She’s Gotta Have It.” The man is a genius and his work stands for itself. His autobiographical “Crooklyn” is a tribute to his sis and his mom…
SPIKE! I imagine it’s the sound a volleyball makes when it hits the ground. A spike can also be found on the back of a porcupine (although they might be called needles) and can help keep a tent secured in the ground.
Hair. Short, spikey hair. A big deal for hair products salesmen. And very attractive on some people. Like Sue Sylvester. OK. Maybe she’s not a real person, but she looks like one.
Soon, as the wind stops kissing my ears, the cold metal pierces my flesh, and I feel the sweet respite of death. Warm blood is my blanket. Metal my pillow. Goodnight.
Spike was to her heart as cleat was to the baseball field, digging deep and tearing it up, mounds of grass and dirt falling forth, her emotions pouring like a river.
spike is most commonly a dog name. and my dog has a spike collar. i want to get my other dog one too, but he’s big so it will be expensive. i saw these cool sculputures online today that were made with collored pencils and looked really spikey. i want to do those too but i dont know how she got them to stick together. looked interesting. this is hard to write when you know you’re being timed.
schleins grandpa who is dating the famous girl form the brady bunch the mom who was sleeping with the son and the dad was gay but then he died..fucked up family but they seemed perfect fucking fake appearances everyone is so fucking fake we live under false appearancesm
Spike in ratings, spike in your blood pressure, “I hear that Spike Lee is shooting down the street,” spike you hair, spikes on a fence to keep people out–they used a ceremonial gold spike to connect the two halves of the Union-Pacific Railroad, so really, a spike connected the country once.
spike…. spike… he spike the ball… o spike… spike was the way his actions penetrated her heart. His works were a spike. His actions were a spike. Spike, knife, spike. Ouch. Like soccer cleats or baseball cleats, the spike would carve in to the surface beneath it piercing deep within its target flesh. Piercing the very being of the target.
spiked punch and apple juice, eating donuts by the road. his heart wasn’t hers to have, but she wanted it. she needed it, her heart was his completely
The spike stood alone in the grass. It had been driven into the dirt and left there by a couple on their honeymoon camping trip.
The spikes of the porcupine cut into his skin, tearing away the thin tissue of flesh there and leaving spots of blood trickling out. He yanked back his hand, surprised and bewildered. It had been his pet for the last three years and it had never hurt him like this. He looked around, in case there was anything that made his porcupine react like this. That’s when he saw the small balls that looked like his porcupine when he had bought him… no her three years ago. He smiled and went back in.
A sudden thrill. Penetrating voice words come slow after and
Spike
Like icicles through me. Not me. Do me.
And then its gone
a dull alarm.
An interesting moment.
Climax
Climax.
It was like a tiny thorn – a spike. It was pricking at my heart. It was pricking at my soul. I would like to think that each prick was tiny enough that there was no lasting damage – but, I know that with each prick I lost a little bit of blood and felt a whole lot of pain. I can’t see my heart or my soul, but I wonder if these series of pricks have left any scars.
Spike. Like the shoes on my baby brother’s feet, they peirce my heart and the ground.
he has gone
he ran so fast I couldn’t follow him
he has gone
oh spike. makes me think of pain. :( and i would’ve typed more about the word spike..but i got interrupted. haa.
oh well.
spike is often used as a dog’s name. why? i have no idea. it’s not cute. it sounds dangerous. and, once again. painful.
spike rhymes with mike. i have a friend named mike:)
I watch the snow fall in waves around me – it floats when I look at it from the top but as I follow it down, it crashes. It reminds me of you and how you killed what we would never have. Just like the snow, you raised a rusted spike high in the air and I watched as it gracefully fell down towards that imagining thing between us, and then I watched as it crashed into the ground because nothing was really there.
at first i thought of spike as the name of a dog. then i pictured cactuses. but not regular cactuses, the spikes were metal like on a studded belt or something. weird, i know.
spike heels to drive in to your dick. As you enjoy i am giggling because I secretly think you are the weirdest person ever. But you are paying me one hundred dollars and I do as you say and if you want me to take my 8inches and ram them in your dick I will. beats sitting on your lap.
fuck spike
he’s the splinter
like religion
a spike of ignorance
ik,eik,pis,pik
i once had a dog named spike but he died 10 minuets ago poor spike oh well o’m moving on bye have fun in dog heaven!!!!!!!!!!!
i feel the searing pain
i want to die
just hand it to me now
i could just drive that spike into my heart
it would end my pain
my misery
my life
That single blond spike in his hair.. It drove me crazy. I wanted to push him against the wall. But that spike kept us apart. We were from different worlds and I wasn’t sure I wanted to step into his excitement-filled existence.
i have a dog named spike he likes to lay on his dog bed and growl when i walk up to him he likes to get dog bones and bury them in the back yard and find them later
spikes hurt. hurting is not good. stay away from spikes!
I have never know a dog with one of those collars, you know the spiked kind. I seriously think that it is some kind of cartoon cliche. Every dog I have ever had has only gotten plain red or black collars with a little name tag and a loop to attach the leash. No wait, maybe that’s the cliche.
i have a dog name spike he is small white and has brown spots. i said to my mom that we should have named him spot because he has spots and she said no i like spike because he has a spike at the top of his head.
Was what his head laid on. My father, traitor to the king, alive to no one but the spike they impaled him on. Now it’s my turn to do something about this tyrant on the throne, or end up on the spike next to him.
Her temperature was spiking as Cas continued speaking Enochian, hand on her forehead. Bobby, Sam and Dean gave him the space he’d asked for, and watched tensely from across the room.
“Alex, there are spikes on his jacket,” Alexander Pettigrew pointed out.
Jane sighed and kept working. “Yes?”
“This does not worry you? Not even the slightest bit?” Alexander Pettigrew asked, fidgeting a bit.
She stood up and looked him in the eye. “I have spikes on my shoes,” she pointed out.
you were the spike that ran through my heart
he was the cloth that cleaned it all up
my heart was still splattered
all over the wall
but now you both had
my blood, my all
Spikes, like on the back of a dinosaur, or so we assume. Sticking high and tall to be seen by every one. To be feared by every one. Don’t touch, it’ll hurt. Just speculate in amazement.
On oceans, waves coming up like icicles from beneath me, I float endlessly through a stream of doubt. It circles me, endlessly, trying to seek out my inner-most being through my water-laden clothes. I’m weighted by my own anchor, drifting silently along shades of blue, just one small kiss below the waters top. I can breathe the air outside through gasps and splutters but never savor its true embrace. The winds upon my cheek as I bob one step up, my thirsty lips coming forth from the water in a sharp burst of air, a spike of tension, teasing the breezes on my skin as I lap up my first taste of freedom from your icy depths.
His hair was stuck up straight like pine needles stuck in the ground. Bright blonde, probably bleached, he seemed to spend a lot of time on his looks for someone withe barely any money to spare.
he lived in an old shanty by the road.
ouch
death
videogames
mario
luigi
green
this is the only level
elephant
grass
trees
green
sharp
clean
spike happens to be my favorite character in the anime show cowboy beebop. he has spiky hair and smokes alot. him and his friend are space bounty hunters and they recruit faye valentine, a girl named ed, and their dog ein. its very interesting.
He hammered the last iron spike into the ground with an authoritative clang. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he stood up to admire his handiwork, stretching across miles upon miles of golden grass. A groundwork he laid to tighten the leash of civilization on the open country.
S p pp p oke
poke
pierced
p i e c e eee
Vlad the impaler impaled with the blunt,
Not knowing of the joke, he was the brunt.
Fishing trips unsuccessful, never any pike,
Oh if only if only, Vlad impaled with a spike.
when i get angry i spike things at a wall. i have anger managment issues. sometimes i break things or hurt people.. theres no containing me.
Spike Lee is one of the coolest directors on the planet. Just check out any of his films, including the early “She’s Gotta Have It.” The man is a genius and his work stands for itself. His autobiographical “Crooklyn” is a tribute to his sis and his mom…
SPIKE! I imagine it’s the sound a volleyball makes when it hits the ground. A spike can also be found on the back of a porcupine (although they might be called needles) and can help keep a tent secured in the ground.