I love that dog, an so strung out on him, cant even tell!!!!!
But that BITCH!!!! She’s got me into tight shit. I swear I’ll string her and leave her to die :D
no idea what it is actually but it sounds like stuck which reminds me of a silly punk song which reminds me of fake-punk behaviour and avril lavigne… actually – stay real, will ya? all of you :-* greetings
i strung him up by his heels alright. After all , it was he who charmed me all those years. To have him turn on me like a truck on ice or a ballet in a pirouette or a startled girl in the dark who hears a scratch…well, it just hurt too much not to give it back to him.
strung is a nice word. it sounds like stung and ‘tring’. strung reminds me of some word about which i have no idea. maybe its some form of string. so i am pretty unclear what it means.
strung out. i don’t know if i really know what this means. Mostly the phrase “strung out” conjures up tunes of songs that use the phrase. I’ve never used it to describe myself.
i am off the heezy with this high of a strung that i have.
It’s like love, i would think, but then again, i wouldn’t know because i’ve never been in love. but hey! the word strung just gives me that feeling that it would be like love. something that’s really cannot be tamed and fiery like fire and ice at the same time.
He strung me along like that too. I stare at the girl, hair hanging about her shoulders, dank and unwashed, or perhaps the stress just made it appear like that, and no longer feel any jealousy, merely pity for he will surely discard her like he did me.
i feel like you have strung me out on a line to dry. you led me on, pretended you loved me, made me love you, then left. what happened? what did i do? please tell me, because im confused.
strung along like a guitar, all tightly wound and thought through. you could have at least told me how you really felt, then none of this would have happened. feelings would be shown and dealt with. why couldn’t you just say something?
Strung Out and shit out of luck I sit in this rut and dont give a fuck about you or who you claim to be. I am here detoxing from a life of pain. I now know I have everything to gain.
i wanna write all the things in my heart. the fact that i’m still strung on the same chords…my heart seems to play over and over the strung guitar sitting in the corner of the room that beckons me to play on play on the song that is in your heart
strung out and its hard to think, i think of a drying clothes wire, like you hang clothes on, im high, sorry, and i think that strung indicates a string pulled tight between two things so its like strung tight so yea im done
strung out? like as in drunk? idk maybe your stung across strings. maybe youre making music. music is nice. can you say strung. like strung on a guitar.
I’m STRUNG!! AAAHHHH!!! HELP!! Oooh… whatever… what does “strung” mean anyway? lalalaaaaaaaaaaa. I can’t think right now! But I’m not supposed to, I’M WRI’ING!
those beads keep falling. you don’t pick them up. each one, tiny as a thought and half as important fall to the floor. and they were strung. they were. you know that.
Strung out. Hair in tangled tendrils around my face. I feel bruises blushed across my cheeks the light is so bright casting halos on my matted head blood running
I am strung out from work…jus wanna go ona road trip and chill out for a change…waiting for saturday…wanna get sloshed and have a good time…dnt whr life is heading…hope somwhere nice…but till then the same old same old…i dnt knw why i am typing all this shit…lets c what comes out of it…
strung on strings? what’s with the random word? am i supposed to just keep writing about the time that i strung up my barbie like an acrobat rubber bands and when SHE eventually proppelled herself into my neighbor’s window?
I’ll bet that most poeple start by repeating the word. I won’t do that. This word makes me think first of string. Secondly, drugs. Strung out man. Than I get sad, because I think of all the people that are strung out as I type. Fin.
strung?
da way I saw em placing dt in da grOund… a bEll of my brain’s lEft mOst cOrner strUng, dt sOmthng as sUrely fishY…. Awe.. wht if dt ws a dEAd bOdy !? *hOrrified O_o*
Strung out on another. My favorite way to be. Of course that’s the opposite of true. What was it like to be strung out? I very nearly forget but then again, how could I?
Strung up on a tree branch that looked black with the sun set behind it, the outlaw swung like a broken pendulum, just light enough to be pushed by the wind so his carcass seemed as restless as death itself.
Upon miles of fairly lights. Hopes of little girls to be more than just a wish. Dangling and letting them all fall apart they’re pulled and tugged and stung, because their dreams of being more than just a wife long ago, like the wash, have been hung to dry.
We are so high strung. I hate it. I get away to nature a few times a week for a few hours and it’s amazing. I love Floridian beaches because they remove the tension that strings us so high.
I love that dog, an so strung out on him, cant even tell!!!!!
But that BITCH!!!! She’s got me into tight shit. I swear I’ll string her and leave her to die :D
a twisted tongue; a new man strung.
SHE IS A BITCH :D
no idea what it is actually but it sounds like stuck which reminds me of a silly punk song which reminds me of fake-punk behaviour and avril lavigne… actually – stay real, will ya? all of you :-* greetings
strung? what does this word mean? i am seriously unaware of it’s meaning. maybe its some form of the word ‘string’. or stung :P
i strung him up by his heels alright. After all , it was he who charmed me all those years. To have him turn on me like a truck on ice or a ballet in a pirouette or a startled girl in the dark who hears a scratch…well, it just hurt too much not to give it back to him.
strung is a nice word. it sounds like stung and ‘tring’. strung reminds me of some word about which i have no idea. maybe its some form of string. so i am pretty unclear what it means.
i was very high strung when i awoke for i had drempt of working and unfortunately had to go to work……… Dammit
you have always been boring and mean spirited,but you masked it with a sly smile and you strung me along with a hint of sexuality.
strung out. i don’t know if i really know what this means. Mostly the phrase “strung out” conjures up tunes of songs that use the phrase. I’ve never used it to describe myself.
i am off the heezy with this high of a strung that i have.
It’s like love, i would think, but then again, i wouldn’t know because i’ve never been in love. but hey! the word strung just gives me that feeling that it would be like love. something that’s really cannot be tamed and fiery like fire and ice at the same time.
I could never leave you. Not when you look at me that way. Your pictures look at me. I can’t get away from it. That look, just…
There’s a ledge outside my window at work. 5 floors up, I stand: ready. It’s not so far down.
He was a high strung man.
His notorious deeds, of which he was known for far and wide had dinally caught up with him.
Now he was strung up highly
all nerves is always the case… the idea is to go around like a cool cucumber while your all butterflies like u got an octopus inside
He strung me along like that too. I stare at the girl, hair hanging about her shoulders, dank and unwashed, or perhaps the stress just made it appear like that, and no longer feel any jealousy, merely pity for he will surely discard her like he did me.
i feel like you have strung me out on a line to dry. you led me on, pretended you loved me, made me love you, then left. what happened? what did i do? please tell me, because im confused.
a past tense and past participle of string
strung along like a guitar, all tightly wound and thought through. you could have at least told me how you really felt, then none of this would have happened. feelings would be shown and dealt with. why couldn’t you just say something?
Strung Out and shit out of luck I sit in this rut and dont give a fuck about you or who you claim to be. I am here detoxing from a life of pain. I now know I have everything to gain.
i wanna write all the things in my heart. the fact that i’m still strung on the same chords…my heart seems to play over and over the strung guitar sitting in the corner of the room that beckons me to play on play on the song that is in your heart
strung out and its hard to think, i think of a drying clothes wire, like you hang clothes on, im high, sorry, and i think that strung indicates a string pulled tight between two things so its like strung tight so yea im done
strung out? like as in drunk? idk maybe your stung across strings. maybe youre making music. music is nice. can you say strung. like strung on a guitar.
I’m STRUNG!! AAAHHHH!!! HELP!! Oooh… whatever… what does “strung” mean anyway? lalalaaaaaaaaaaa. I can’t think right now! But I’m not supposed to, I’M WRI’ING!
those beads keep falling. you don’t pick them up. each one, tiny as a thought and half as important fall to the floor. and they were strung. they were. you know that.
Strung out. Hair in tangled tendrils around my face. I feel bruises blushed across my cheeks the light is so bright casting halos on my matted head blood running
He was strung out. Not literally, not on a clothesline across a clear blue sky with two beat up sneakers next to him, but emotionally. Left to dry.
wired like explosives. weird like meth-amphetamines.
I am strung out from work…jus wanna go ona road trip and chill out for a change…waiting for saturday…wanna get sloshed and have a good time…dnt whr life is heading…hope somwhere nice…but till then the same old same old…i dnt knw why i am typing all this shit…lets c what comes out of it…
strung on strings? what’s with the random word? am i supposed to just keep writing about the time that i strung up my barbie like an acrobat rubber bands and when SHE eventually proppelled herself into my neighbor’s window?
He was strung out and shaking. Every pore pouring sweat, he knew he was in trouble. Eyes closed and then darkness.
I’ll bet that most poeple start by repeating the word. I won’t do that. This word makes me think first of string. Secondly, drugs. Strung out man. Than I get sad, because I think of all the people that are strung out as I type. Fin.
strung?
da way I saw em placing dt in da grOund… a bEll of my brain’s lEft mOst cOrner strUng, dt sOmthng as sUrely fishY…. Awe.. wht if dt ws a dEAd bOdy !? *hOrrified O_o*
Strung out on another. My favorite way to be. Of course that’s the opposite of true. What was it like to be strung out? I very nearly forget but then again, how could I?
Strung up on a tree branch that looked black with the sun set behind it, the outlaw swung like a broken pendulum, just light enough to be pushed by the wind so his carcass seemed as restless as death itself.
strung out, cold, wired, high, tired, strung lights on the christmas tree while I was high. I’m not strung out anymore. I miss being strung out.
Strung. The word strung will ALWAYS remind me of when my best friend, Alisha Warr, said to me “I’ll bet your dad is strung like a horse!”
i am sick and tired of the word strung. strung like a wire between two trees, it is making me very tense.
Upon miles of fairly lights. Hopes of little girls to be more than just a wish. Dangling and letting them all fall apart they’re pulled and tugged and stung, because their dreams of being more than just a wife long ago, like the wash, have been hung to dry.
We are so high strung. I hate it. I get away to nature a few times a week for a few hours and it’s amazing. I love Floridian beaches because they remove the tension that strings us so high.