The spray bottle was filled with poison, a poison she knew nothing about but was willing to use anyway, on the man she confessed to loving five minutes earlier. What sort of woman did this mak
Feeling the spray. Absolute forgetfulness. The habit of releasing the doves before the signal. People expecting the train to arrive. Next year there will be no exceptions. For the last time, I don’t require an apology. Before the procession, we line up and hope to stand next to a handsome stranger, or at least someone who can tell a joke.
When i woke up this morning i had ten seconds to figure out what had just happened to me. I opened my window to see men in moon suits spraying down my yard with
Spray that hose in another direction
It doesn’t do any good here
The sea gets all here,
drenches it in salt.
Only the hardy can dwell there
None may know
that love may never come,
But when it does,
you know.
For it comes in a downpour,
Not just a slow trickle.
i took a shit the other day and it sprayed all over the place. Yes, I am 13 and that is funny so go fuck yourself if you dont. Shit so much time left. This is boring. I am going to go take a shit when this is done.
The ocean sprayed at my back but i didn’t mind.
It felt nice against my burnt skin.
I looked over towards the lighthouse,
Shading my eyes from the intensity of the sunlight.
I saw something move, on the road leading up to it.
Curiousity over whelmed me and before I knew it I was climbing over the rocks to see the source of the movement more clearly.
I scrambled up a larger rock and looked towards the road.
I was shocked to see a horse a carrige, but this wasn’t any usual horse and carrige.
It was my mothers.
Spray bad dogs. They don’t know any better. Just a little *SQUIRT!* and they learn. Water doesn’t hurt, and eventually they wont’ do that bad thing anymore. Fuckin’ dogs, always getting onto the counter and eating my food. Well NOT ANYMORE I SAY.
The spray was to much to handle. Within every drop was magic of unknown proportions, of unimaginable power. No one can possess it and no one can breathe it. It is nothingness. It is you. It is God.
Das Deo sprüht aus der Flasche, ein sanfter Nebel, erfrischen, überlagert den beißenden Geruch des Schweißes, umhüllt, verbirg, vermischt sich mit meinem eigenen Duft, wird einmalig, einzigartig, es sprüht heraus, ändert alles, schafft neues, ändert nichts.
My dogs are nuts, like litterally andd they jump up a lot so we have a spray bottle at the door and we squirt them with water when people come to the door so the dont bark or jump up. It works really well. That is all
spraying is believeing. you spray this. you spray that. why must people spray anywyas? why cant people NOZZLE? why spray? i mean its not evven that good of a word anyway. SPRAY. it sounds so disgusting like a bug is gonna squirt its juice on you as it slowly dies.
ay chera khube! man chi migam. velesh kon., hamash mozakhrafaate chera asan man bayad u=ianro begam,, spary particle e. va kheili jalebe chin tabdil be gas mishe, shit! shit! shit! ajabaa!
i like blue spray on my hair, no not in my hair, in that movie blue hair was on her yellow frizzy hair, the lights were blue like the velvet, what im a taliking about, spray is about 80s times when i was a young girl i dont remember anymore those songs, only in dreams i will know which were
I like to spray paint on the fences of my neighbors while they sleep. it is an intoxicating smell, and often outs me in a stupor. They have to repaint their fences while I am high. What is the point? I do not understand. Blue is the best, while white is the worst.
The first thing I think of is graffiti – how sad is that! They cover so much beauty with their so-called art. Yet sometimes, it actually adds to the beauty, all that spray-paint.
Just think,
At the end of the day,
April is over,
The beginning of May,
Get in the shower
Feel the warm spray,
Caress your pretty body,
At the end of the day.
The spray frees me and I can fill the world with color. My own signature upon drab concrete, blank wall, and cracks of long forgotten masonry. My image, my mark, my art, my vandalism. Mine. My mark.My can, my spray.
Hot water the shower keeps me sane clean fresh new I start each day this way. The mind is open and clear. The spray washes away the troubles and pain and fear. Life is good under the spray.
so when you squeeze a lemon it is known to squirt into your eye. wouldn’t it be interesting if instead fruit sprayed? like and canned air does. things would be a bit messier though. also! things would be better if i could summon a dragon out of the ground
My car hits the curb ever so slightly and a fan of water covers everyone at the bus stop. Sorry those less fortunate than me, I think as I pass. You should have stood farther away on this rainy day.
Misting blood can spray up to 200 MPH. This may be fascinating to most but many don’t even realize that they’re lives run by them as fast as the blood that mists away. It can be so fast that they don’t know that how to deal with death.
Spray in my eyes blinding me. Where am I? What am I doing here? My head spinning, falling down. Is this the end I think before the lights switch off. Darkness.
spray tan lauren got a spray tan i remeber that day so well i had gone to megan r.s house after school and it was her moms birthday or something like tht but her mom wasnt home yet lauren and demi picked meup from megs house and we had a slepp over i dint rly love eaither of them and dint feel tht comfortable.. we wached the notebook and then the next day a big group of us went to see the hs play tht was prob my highest moment of the year i had my best frends and was frends with all these other cool ppl little did i know where my life was headed with all the people i was with god i wish i could go back knowing what ik noww
spray in the sink when i wash the dishes. Spray in the bed when i boink a girl. Spray in the yard when i water the plants. I spray on this site when i write and rant.
She applies her mascara, gently, slowly, mouth agape, lopsided lips, then blinks uncertainly, appraises herself, smiles self-consciously, rearranges her mirrored face to suit her gaze, then picks up the perfume bottle to complete the effect.
She sprays her hair, and runs her hands through darkening brown hair. See mum, she says, I add perfume just like you.
It sprays onto my skin like a sprinkler. I look for the rays of sunshine, or the endless summer days, or pretty flowers. but I can’t find any of it. The only thing I see is him falling to the floor.
bug spray. like that time we went for the walk after eating mushrooms. the way i could see the spray hit her skin, making her look just a little damp. the way her skin looked like i just needed to touch it. too bad my boyfriend was right there.
A big cat next door keeps beating up my old-lady cat, and she can smell his spray from outside and it drives her nuts. I don’t think i can handle it. Her, nuts, makes me nuts. Damn that big cat next door. and his spray.
I felt for the ants but sprayed them on their way to the dog’s food bowl with Windex anyway. The food was not meant for them, and I was the only one able to set things right.
hair spray was bad for the envoirment becasue it contand CF´s yet now a days it does not include that product. People now seem so counciouse of the earth adn re going green alot of times i wonder if its because its a fad or beacause its the age of acauariuse or awakening. Anyway, i guess its a farse because some ppl speak of chaning the world yet eat macdonalds for dinner.
The spray bottle was filled with poison, a poison she knew nothing about but was willing to use anyway, on the man she confessed to loving five minutes earlier. What sort of woman did this mak
Feeling the spray. Absolute forgetfulness. The habit of releasing the doves before the signal. People expecting the train to arrive. Next year there will be no exceptions. For the last time, I don’t require an apology. Before the procession, we line up and hope to stand next to a handsome stranger, or at least someone who can tell a joke.
When i woke up this morning i had ten seconds to figure out what had just happened to me. I opened my window to see men in moon suits spraying down my yard with
the refreshing spray of the ocean on a hot durban summer day. thats what its all about. the small, simple things in life.
ocean spray has the fondest memories attached to it. i hope i never take it for granted.
Spray that hose in another direction
It doesn’t do any good here
The sea gets all here,
drenches it in salt.
Only the hardy can dwell there
None may know
that love may never come,
But when it does,
you know.
For it comes in a downpour,
Not just a slow trickle.
i took a shit the other day and it sprayed all over the place. Yes, I am 13 and that is funny so go fuck yourself if you dont. Shit so much time left. This is boring. I am going to go take a shit when this is done.
The ocean sprayed at my back but i didn’t mind.
It felt nice against my burnt skin.
I looked over towards the lighthouse,
Shading my eyes from the intensity of the sunlight.
I saw something move, on the road leading up to it.
Curiousity over whelmed me and before I knew it I was climbing over the rocks to see the source of the movement more clearly.
I scrambled up a larger rock and looked towards the road.
I was shocked to see a horse a carrige, but this wasn’t any usual horse and carrige.
It was my mothers.
It is the spray that usually brings me back to my senses, mesmerised by the continuous curtain falling and shining into the pool below
Spray bad dogs. They don’t know any better. Just a little *SQUIRT!* and they learn. Water doesn’t hurt, and eventually they wont’ do that bad thing anymore. Fuckin’ dogs, always getting onto the counter and eating my food. Well NOT ANYMORE I SAY.
The spray was to much to handle. Within every drop was magic of unknown proportions, of unimaginable power. No one can possess it and no one can breathe it. It is nothingness. It is you. It is God.
Das Deo sprüht aus der Flasche, ein sanfter Nebel, erfrischen, überlagert den beißenden Geruch des Schweißes, umhüllt, verbirg, vermischt sich mit meinem eigenen Duft, wird einmalig, einzigartig, es sprüht heraus, ändert alles, schafft neues, ändert nichts.
My dogs are nuts, like litterally andd they jump up a lot so we have a spray bottle at the door and we squirt them with water when people come to the door so the dont bark or jump up. It works really well. That is all
spraying is believeing. you spray this. you spray that. why must people spray anywyas? why cant people NOZZLE? why spray? i mean its not evven that good of a word anyway. SPRAY. it sounds so disgusting like a bug is gonna squirt its juice on you as it slowly dies.
i spray my love around to those who dont deserve it. empty when i find someone who wants it. needs it. i need it too. just like i need you.
ay chera khube! man chi migam. velesh kon., hamash mozakhrafaate chera asan man bayad u=ianro begam,, spary particle e. va kheili jalebe chin tabdil be gas mishe, shit! shit! shit! ajabaa!
i like blue spray on my hair, no not in my hair, in that movie blue hair was on her yellow frizzy hair, the lights were blue like the velvet, what im a taliking about, spray is about 80s times when i was a young girl i dont remember anymore those songs, only in dreams i will know which were
I like to spray paint on the fences of my neighbors while they sleep. it is an intoxicating smell, and often outs me in a stupor. They have to repaint their fences while I am high. What is the point? I do not understand. Blue is the best, while white is the worst.
The first thing I think of is graffiti – how sad is that! They cover so much beauty with their so-called art. Yet sometimes, it actually adds to the beauty, all that spray-paint.
Just think,
At the end of the day,
April is over,
The beginning of May,
Get in the shower
Feel the warm spray,
Caress your pretty body,
At the end of the day.
blossoms.
The spray frees me and I can fill the world with color. My own signature upon drab concrete, blank wall, and cracks of long forgotten masonry. My image, my mark, my art, my vandalism. Mine. My mark.My can, my spray.
Spray that freaky lavender air freshener in my room, and I’ll snap your hand off. Yay.
Hot water the shower keeps me sane clean fresh new I start each day this way. The mind is open and clear. The spray washes away the troubles and pain and fear. Life is good under the spray.
so when you squeeze a lemon it is known to squirt into your eye. wouldn’t it be interesting if instead fruit sprayed? like and canned air does. things would be a bit messier though. also! things would be better if i could summon a dragon out of the ground
My car hits the curb ever so slightly and a fan of water covers everyone at the bus stop. Sorry those less fortunate than me, I think as I pass. You should have stood farther away on this rainy day.
I love the spray of the hose that shoots out, high above as the kids watch the dog play catching the water and spraying us all with it.
She let out a gasp as the cool breeze hit her face, bringing with it a light spray of freezing water.
Apparently, it was raining. Again.
hair spray was the first word that came to mind.
Misting blood can spray up to 200 MPH. This may be fascinating to most but many don’t even realize that they’re lives run by them as fast as the blood that mists away. It can be so fast that they don’t know that how to deal with death.
Spray in my eyes blinding me. Where am I? What am I doing here? My head spinning, falling down. Is this the end I think before the lights switch off. Darkness.
spray tan lauren got a spray tan i remeber that day so well i had gone to megan r.s house after school and it was her moms birthday or something like tht but her mom wasnt home yet lauren and demi picked meup from megs house and we had a slepp over i dint rly love eaither of them and dint feel tht comfortable.. we wached the notebook and then the next day a big group of us went to see the hs play tht was prob my highest moment of the year i had my best frends and was frends with all these other cool ppl little did i know where my life was headed with all the people i was with god i wish i could go back knowing what ik noww
spray in the sink when i wash the dishes. Spray in the bed when i boink a girl. Spray in the yard when i water the plants. I spray on this site when i write and rant.
I’ll spray you with the goddamn hose, bitch.
She applies her mascara, gently, slowly, mouth agape, lopsided lips, then blinks uncertainly, appraises herself, smiles self-consciously, rearranges her mirrored face to suit her gaze, then picks up the perfume bottle to complete the effect.
She sprays her hair, and runs her hands through darkening brown hair. See mum, she says, I add perfume just like you.
It sprays onto my skin like a sprinkler. I look for the rays of sunshine, or the endless summer days, or pretty flowers. but I can’t find any of it. The only thing I see is him falling to the floor.
spraying the world with its light, the sun casts down upon us like the shining veil of heaven. beautiful pure and simple. light and blossoms.
bug spray. like that time we went for the walk after eating mushrooms. the way i could see the spray hit her skin, making her look just a little damp. the way her skin looked like i just needed to touch it. too bad my boyfriend was right there.
A big cat next door keeps beating up my old-lady cat, and she can smell his spray from outside and it drives her nuts. I don’t think i can handle it. Her, nuts, makes me nuts. Damn that big cat next door. and his spray.
I felt for the ants but sprayed them on their way to the dog’s food bowl with Windex anyway. The food was not meant for them, and I was the only one able to set things right.
hair spray was bad for the envoirment becasue it contand CF´s yet now a days it does not include that product. People now seem so counciouse of the earth adn re going green alot of times i wonder if its because its a fad or beacause its the age of acauariuse or awakening. Anyway, i guess its a farse because some ppl speak of chaning the world yet eat macdonalds for dinner.