out of control. in debt. scared. coke binge. crazy life i can’t seem to figure it out. but i kind of like not knowing whats going to happen next. at the same time i hate it. crazy. fun. belligerent.
I spun a thick web. It was silver and smooth and sharp, too much for most to handle. However, the details were plotted out and sorted in my head. From this I could see the tiniest bit of information in his head. I could see his entire being and he didn’t ever need to know.
I spun around for miles and miles in a hot air balloon made of dreams. I really loved to be up there in the sky. I had nothing to think about, I just had to keep flying. Keep flying and flying and flying and flying. Maybe one day I’d hit the sun. Maybe if I did, I’d be happier. Maybe I’d have spun out this entire life of mine out of my hot air balloon and will have reached a new level of nirvana thanks to this hot air balloon made of my dreams. What an amazing thing that would be. I spun to the sun.
The woman closed her eyes, and suddenly she was a little girl. The music she could faintly hear was not a dirge, it was a waltz. She was not at a funeral, definitely not her father’s, because she was here, balancing on his feet, spinning and spinning. Forever, they spun.
i am dizzy spinning. spinning is my hobby. if i were a top i would have to spin all day long. that would suck. i dont like being dizzy. bob the builder has a truck named dizzy. i think its a cement truck. cement trucks turn me on. they spin. thats hawwwwtttttttttttttt
wheel of fourtune win or lose
merry go round
life is carefree not aware of sadness and pain life will be spun around soon
norah from ywc
by NORAH FROM YWC THIS IS ME BRIAN slusher on 01.01.1970
she spun on her toes, around and around, faster it seemed to her than the rides at the fair. She completed her spinning in a giggling heap, dress splayed out and hair askance. She was dizzy and couldn’t get up for a minute.
I have spun clothes, stories and myself many times over. I guess I am a spinner of sorts. Of course I used to spin on rides as a child. I guess I am spinning now. What do you think?
spin dance laugh summer tears grass biking friends dizzy childhood love innocence mothers care daughters sons sun spring grass stains jeans falling over ring around the rosy knitting yarn wool sheep grandmothers pink fuzzy warm no rain love
When I spin around all my fears get confused and forget to tell me I can’t do all the things my soul longs for like dancing and film making and loving in wild abandon. I have spun around twice today and I’m building a bridge make of love.
Spun Two Free For Five Sex.. I knew I was going to say sex.. I’m so disappointed that I had to resort to the obvious. For instance, Sax might have been better and then I could add “Heaven” because I love sax music, but then again I love sex too.
the unspun truth is now spunning itself in my head and I’m spinning in glee and the glee is all over me so I’m going to remember to span the universe. thank you.
around and around she takes me, i give her my hand and she spins me around, i try to get up but i didnt know i fell, spun or undun what’s the difference? spent done or spun, who knows what will become…only she knows the things i would have done. to keep from becoming spun.
by Robert Murry,Father,Husband Survivor on 01.01.1970
my head spun when she entered the room. i couldn’t believe she was there. after all these long years searching. these countless scars about my body and this most recent splitting headache- there she was, standing in the barely lit doorway.
i spun out, out of galaxy, out of dreamtime, out of the velvet juice of regulation conversation. i was gone. a gone gone goner of goneville. spun my own wooly winsome wisdom. i spun the tabulation. no mathematics account for the scintillation, the combination, the concentration of elation.
Drugs. Wool. I am spinning out of control. Past tense. I should be sleeping. Spider webs. What’s that on my face. Your legs. Trapped and wrapped. Roll me up in a sleeping bag. Mickey Rourke as the Chef. What a film. I lobve
I’m such a spunner, you know what I mean. the days end well when you know you don’t have to spin at night. life is beautiful and colorfull and sad and crazy. I’m dizzy.
It reminds me of a spinner… obviously. But also Jews… and haunica, or however you spell it. And Amusement park rides! ^_^ the best things ever that spin, and make you vomit all the dough boys, and cotton candy out of your system.
the wool from those bony fingers, around and around and we were all trapped between those fuzzy lines of what was correct and what she wanted. I felt so lost that day, the day my life could be contained withing a ball of yarn. I have never been so simple. I will never be so complex.
I spun a thread of life and death. Then I lost and I cried. I spun a thread of love and I lost at that too. I pun a web of inticate lies, losing the truth along the way. Finally I spun my end amoung the web.
She spun the rags out of old rotted cloth that transversed her universe into a spilintering fragment of memories long since forgotten and turned to dust.
it’s what you seem to want of me is all. and i’ll give you any of that; i owe it to you. sweaty, greasy brow, fingers pressed to it in exasperation. i’m losing grip no which way is up — vertigo. all i can see is the color i associate with you: infinity, dark brown. all i can breathe is your smell: like sleep, like needing a shower, but you’re lethargic and don’t feel like it. like old books and young pet rats.
The needle, the skirt, the ideas, they were all spun around by someone’s fingers, body, or brain. I have been spun from the earth, along with the rest of the humans.
A word that sounds like a mix of fun and spin. thus we should all go out side and spin around in the front yard and have fun, for that’s what life is really all about
i spun my hat around to see if it would float and fly as i dreamed it would the night before. oh to see the wonderful freedom of floating in the air, to have the liberty to fly and be free…
When the playground carousel spun us off into the dirt, we laughed, hoped we didn’t get too dirty, and got on again. We did this until someone got hurt or threw up.
She stood there breathing heavily. The pressure of the world heavy upon her shoulders. She didn’t want to deal with school, family, work, or any thoughts of her future. She stood there struggling to simply breathe.
wow what the fuck. spun spun spun. it’s like spin. shit im think. fuck omg omgom gomg. you cant say spinned its spun. spun like a top. round and round and round and round it goes. spun spun spun. almost spunk. spunky. spun spun. spinning spinning. why does it spin spin spin spin spin. spunning.
She spun her words as she stumble towards me. Again i heard the familiar ‘i love you’ but i knew it wasn’t true. she’s lying again. she’ll just use me, and throw me away again. She never meant it. She never will. Leave me alone and keep sipping that bottle. I hope it breaks and the pieces will wake you up from you ideal little word.
The spider spun an enormous web but nothing compared to the web of lies that had come to define her life. She lived in a constant state of paranoia, in fear of being caught or forgetting what she’d told to whom. Why had this happened to her? How did she let things go so far?
spun? it reminds me of my grandmother, i always think of her as really old, and imagine her spinning on a wheel. it’s odd. or a top, with the whizzing colors and designs. when i was ten, the first top i ever got was a mulan horse top from mcdonald’s. i couldn’t do it.
spun spin spun spin.
she wrote over and over on the paper as if it would all stop if she just did that.
spun spin spun spin.
still it went on. her head all a blur over nothing, over everything.
spun spin spun spin.
if she tried hard and spun a story for herself would her head finally stop spining?
i spun around in a circle with my kelsey as we ran on the beach. We were getting ready to watch the sunset while drinking a bottle of rum. This of course was all near our home in oregon. At this point we became even closer than ever before. It is a special moment in my life.
out of control. in debt. scared. coke binge. crazy life i can’t seem to figure it out. but i kind of like not knowing whats going to happen next. at the same time i hate it. crazy. fun. belligerent.
I spun a thick web. It was silver and smooth and sharp, too much for most to handle. However, the details were plotted out and sorted in my head. From this I could see the tiniest bit of information in his head. I could see his entire being and he didn’t ever need to know.
I spun around for miles and miles in a hot air balloon made of dreams. I really loved to be up there in the sky. I had nothing to think about, I just had to keep flying. Keep flying and flying and flying and flying. Maybe one day I’d hit the sun. Maybe if I did, I’d be happier. Maybe I’d have spun out this entire life of mine out of my hot air balloon and will have reached a new level of nirvana thanks to this hot air balloon made of my dreams. What an amazing thing that would be. I spun to the sun.
The woman closed her eyes, and suddenly she was a little girl. The music she could faintly hear was not a dirge, it was a waltz. She was not at a funeral, definitely not her father’s, because she was here, balancing on his feet, spinning and spinning. Forever, they spun.
i am dizzy spinning. spinning is my hobby. if i were a top i would have to spin all day long. that would suck. i dont like being dizzy. bob the builder has a truck named dizzy. i think its a cement truck. cement trucks turn me on. they spin. thats hawwwwtttttttttttttt
wheel of fourtune win or lose
merry go round
life is carefree not aware of sadness and pain life will be spun around soon
norah from ywc
she spun on her toes, around and around, faster it seemed to her than the rides at the fair. She completed her spinning in a giggling heap, dress splayed out and hair askance. She was dizzy and couldn’t get up for a minute.
I have spun clothes, stories and myself many times over. I guess I am a spinner of sorts. Of course I used to spin on rides as a child. I guess I am spinning now. What do you think?
spin dance laugh summer tears grass biking friends dizzy childhood love innocence mothers care daughters sons sun spring grass stains jeans falling over ring around the rosy knitting yarn wool sheep grandmothers pink fuzzy warm no rain love
When I spin around all my fears get confused and forget to tell me I can’t do all the things my soul longs for like dancing and film making and loving in wild abandon. I have spun around twice today and I’m building a bridge make of love.
oh dear this is so much fun
that i came back for another one,
but my brain is all undone,
cuz the word still is “spun”!
Spun Two Free For Five Sex.. I knew I was going to say sex.. I’m so disappointed that I had to resort to the obvious. For instance, Sax might have been better and then I could add “Heaven” because I love sax music, but then again I love sex too.
the unspun truth is now spunning itself in my head and I’m spinning in glee and the glee is all over me so I’m going to remember to span the universe. thank you.
around and around she takes me, i give her my hand and she spins me around, i try to get up but i didnt know i fell, spun or undun what’s the difference? spent done or spun, who knows what will become…only she knows the things i would have done. to keep from becoming spun.
my head spun when she entered the room. i couldn’t believe she was there. after all these long years searching. these countless scars about my body and this most recent splitting headache- there she was, standing in the barely lit doorway.
One two three, one two three, one two three.
The light, the apmosphere, the slick wooden floor.
The movement, the causal embrace, the steady pace.
He smiled at the girl in his arms and spun her once more.
i spun out, out of galaxy, out of dreamtime, out of the velvet juice of regulation conversation. i was gone. a gone gone goner of goneville. spun my own wooly winsome wisdom. i spun the tabulation. no mathematics account for the scintillation, the combination, the concentration of elation.
Drugs. Wool. I am spinning out of control. Past tense. I should be sleeping. Spider webs. What’s that on my face. Your legs. Trapped and wrapped. Roll me up in a sleeping bag. Mickey Rourke as the Chef. What a film. I lobve
I’m such a spunner, you know what I mean. the days end well when you know you don’t have to spin at night. life is beautiful and colorfull and sad and crazy. I’m dizzy.
It reminds me of a spinner… obviously. But also Jews… and haunica, or however you spell it. And Amusement park rides! ^_^ the best things ever that spin, and make you vomit all the dough boys, and cotton candy out of your system.
the wool from those bony fingers, around and around and we were all trapped between those fuzzy lines of what was correct and what she wanted. I felt so lost that day, the day my life could be contained withing a ball of yarn. I have never been so simple. I will never be so complex.
I spun a thread of life and death. Then I lost and I cried. I spun a thread of love and I lost at that too. I pun a web of inticate lies, losing the truth along the way. Finally I spun my end amoung the web.
Hurricanes simultaneously crashing onto the two coasts of the continentle USA, destroying everything in their path.
She spun the rags out of old rotted cloth that transversed her universe into a spilintering fragment of memories long since forgotten and turned to dust.
it’s what you seem to want of me is all. and i’ll give you any of that; i owe it to you. sweaty, greasy brow, fingers pressed to it in exasperation. i’m losing grip no which way is up — vertigo. all i can see is the color i associate with you: infinity, dark brown. all i can breathe is your smell: like sleep, like needing a shower, but you’re lethargic and don’t feel like it. like old books and young pet rats.
The needle, the skirt, the ideas, they were all spun around by someone’s fingers, body, or brain. I have been spun from the earth, along with the rest of the humans.
A word that sounds like a mix of fun and spin. thus we should all go out side and spin around in the front yard and have fun, for that’s what life is really all about
Why spun? Im having a terrible headache I think spun is not a good ideia, I don’t like feeling dizzy, actually I hate being dizzy
i spun my hat around to see if it would float and fly as i dreamed it would the night before. oh to see the wonderful freedom of floating in the air, to have the liberty to fly and be free…
When the playground carousel spun us off into the dirt, we laughed, hoped we didn’t get too dirty, and got on again. We did this until someone got hurt or threw up.
past tense of spin
She stood there breathing heavily. The pressure of the world heavy upon her shoulders. She didn’t want to deal with school, family, work, or any thoughts of her future. She stood there struggling to simply breathe.
Then she started spinning.
wow what the fuck. spun spun spun. it’s like spin. shit im think. fuck omg omgom gomg. you cant say spinned its spun. spun like a top. round and round and round and round it goes. spun spun spun. almost spunk. spunky. spun spun. spinning spinning. why does it spin spin spin spin spin. spunning.
She spun her words as she stumble towards me. Again i heard the familiar ‘i love you’ but i knew it wasn’t true. she’s lying again. she’ll just use me, and throw me away again. She never meant it. She never will. Leave me alone and keep sipping that bottle. I hope it breaks and the pieces will wake you up from you ideal little word.
The spider spun an enormous web but nothing compared to the web of lies that had come to define her life. She lived in a constant state of paranoia, in fear of being caught or forgetting what she’d told to whom. Why had this happened to her? How did she let things go so far?
i twirl and look upon the world always going around me. blended colors by natural forces spurning dimension.
spun? it reminds me of my grandmother, i always think of her as really old, and imagine her spinning on a wheel. it’s odd. or a top, with the whizzing colors and designs. when i was ten, the first top i ever got was a mulan horse top from mcdonald’s. i couldn’t do it.
The spider spun a beautiful tapestry of geometrical patterns. Unfortunately, this piece of art was situated near the drain.
spun spin spun spin.
she wrote over and over on the paper as if it would all stop if she just did that.
spun spin spun spin.
still it went on. her head all a blur over nothing, over everything.
spun spin spun spin.
if she tried hard and spun a story for herself would her head finally stop spining?
i spun around in a circle with my kelsey as we ran on the beach. We were getting ready to watch the sunset while drinking a bottle of rum. This of course was all near our home in oregon. At this point we became even closer than ever before. It is a special moment in my life.