trail along behind. trail along trail along keep following because it’s important to be a duckling. be an ugly duckling who doesn’t fit in are you really a signet? maybe a gosling, if all goes well. trail along trail along behind.
trail is an up and down type thing. full of wondrous mysteries and sandwiches. the same could be said about the devil. the trail of sandwiches is paved in rotten salami.
praise colonel mustard, because he hurted me once. that’s right… hurted. and that’s no fun.
It never starts it never ends. Where it begins you are young and foolish, and where it ends is where you want to go, maybe, someday, across the clouds and after supper.
Hail, hail the new king king of the kingdom. Fractal facts fractal paths, fractal sylvia plaths. Oh what hath the king seen on his path to sunset? Oh tell me, sweet sister of mine. Beautiful sister, tell me what the king sees on the way to the sunset. Not regret, sister, pray ’tis not regret.
stars will trail in the career of this man who is not only the one thinking about it but he is the only one making it come true it’s hard to believe that but it really is, it happens
i went into an endless trail. I did not know where it could possibly lead me…would it lead me to a better place? a better futute? a better life? somehow as i walk, all these enter my mind.
i don’t get the appeal of oregon trail. i never played the game as a kid, so the nostalgia thing means nothing to me. i’ve played it now, but it’s just not that entertaining! so what’s with the obsession? totally lame.
it trailed behind her….her veil as she walked down the aisle…..there he stood looking handsome…waiting to take her hand in his…and there is trailed behind her….glancing back she saw the long white veil…and her past….following her…haunting her….and in front of her was he….waiting to leave her past behind….it was over!
leave a trail of dust so i can follow you to the deep dark forest in your heart. listen to the crunching and the scuffling of the fairies in our midst. be quiet can you hear them? they only talk in whispers.
The trailblazers swept their way down the rocky path, intent on conquering this 10 mile trek. Oh, they knew it would be a 1000 foot decline per mile, but they were ready. Up in front was John, having the most experience in winter hiking.
The canoe trip. Ahh, yes. I love this place. While there, there are trails to hike. On the trip, while hiking, while canoeing, etc., I feel ALIVE. more than any other time, this is my place. I wish I could just stay out there in the wilderness. Live my life where I love. It’s as simple as that. I love that place. Love.
i really miss the game, oregon trail. i used to play it when i was younger in elementary school. i think i remember never being able to finish the entire trail because people always died. people would drown and their ships sink. something to that effect. that was fun.
i did this yesterday! still a trail. what a trial to write about trails. trails to here, to there, i think a trail to everywhere! wait–i think i see a bear! beware!
dark and muddy, slowly the trail leads whereevery they want it too. I don’t want them to lead me – stop them. why – why should we do anything to stop the inevitable. because i don’t believe in fate
okay just kidding oh no.
I followed a trail that led to a gate. A gate so green. So dark green I couldn’t stay outside.
Inside green again. A trail of bushes. A trail of grass. And a garden so wide and so deep I thought I would loose track. I stayed. And I walked. It became night… And again, it was the big trail of finding more.
trail of tears.
trail to the end of your garden,
the narcissi trembling in the wind, the darkness of your rotton hut bears down on passing souls.
sticks and stones over pebbels and twigs,
follow my paprchase.
follow myself.
what am i supposed to write about a trail? well. ill never know where it leads until i go to the end. or if theres a sign. imma find more trails. less dangeroud than a not trail, right? always go forward never look back. unless you forgot something. and dont forget your trailmix!
I walk along a dirty trail of memories… My sister, my friend, all who stick around me. They cause shadows, dark and light. Little wholes of light shine through…
It’s never going to end. We keep thinking that we’re getting closer and closer. We keep thinking we have clues. That we know something. That the further we go along, the more we learn. That some day all these pieces will come together into one fantastic picture. A puzzle complete. A Van Gogh. A Monet. Instead, we have a labyrinth and so it shall remain. Hope is an awful, awful thing.
dirty dusty filled with little footsteps along the way making it up the mountain. We filed along hoping and dreaming. Everyone behind us waiting and wanting
i am falling behind someone and that means that i am going to trail him and i do not want to trail anyone in life and i want to be agead and the whole world should trail me. follow me and obey me. i wanna run this show i am a ego maniac and its always about me. i do not trail anyone
A trail, goddamn I have no idea right now because I simply cannot remember what it means since I am german and, yes that’s about that and because I have no time to think of what I write or to think about anything I think I just lost my words so I quit here and instead of going on writing about nothing.
Higher and higher the path twisted, exposing us to both the danger of sheer drops and the breath-stealing delight of vistas God had long since painted in Heaven. Each step took us closer to our goal.
I walked on a trail once, dusty and difficult this trail was; and at the time I remember pondering if this so difficult a trail was worth its traverse.
the trail was half-hidden in the underbrush. Once you got past the overgrowth it was a winding, twisting path going in circles an back again. It could lead anywhere.
walking through green wet uphill forest. hard boots, trees moulded by weather. antonio is silent, but if i look at him he smiles like a king, we are in his kingdom and he might know where we are going. i trust the moss and the raindrops from yesterday to spend time with us
memories of a beautiful world that shouldn’t be so, but there it is. Sitting endlessly in a mirror of lifelong honors that only require a ticket to ride… Now if only the drugs would wear off. I could enjoy this fully.
trail along behind. trail along trail along keep following because it’s important to be a duckling. be an ugly duckling who doesn’t fit in are you really a signet? maybe a gosling, if all goes well. trail along trail along behind.
the trail was a lovely one. It went through greenery and had a lot of trees and triky stones to clear.
Off the wayside is where I find myself, off the tattered via. Hiding out looking at passerbys.
trail is an up and down type thing. full of wondrous mysteries and sandwiches. the same could be said about the devil. the trail of sandwiches is paved in rotten salami.
praise colonel mustard, because he hurted me once. that’s right… hurted. and that’s no fun.
It never starts it never ends. Where it begins you are young and foolish, and where it ends is where you want to go, maybe, someday, across the clouds and after supper.
follow through the woods. broken branches brush shoulders. smell of decay, sweet and insistent. rustle of leaves. growing dark.
Hail, hail the new king king of the kingdom. Fractal facts fractal paths, fractal sylvia plaths. Oh what hath the king seen on his path to sunset? Oh tell me, sweet sister of mine. Beautiful sister, tell me what the king sees on the way to the sunset. Not regret, sister, pray ’tis not regret.
stars will trail in the career of this man who is not only the one thinking about it but he is the only one making it come true it’s hard to believe that but it really is, it happens
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I trail to find a tale of snail trails. This was something a wise old man once told me. Although to be honest with you i think he was bonkers!
i went into an endless trail. I did not know where it could possibly lead me…would it lead me to a better place? a better futute? a better life? somehow as i walk, all these enter my mind.
i don’t get the appeal of oregon trail. i never played the game as a kid, so the nostalgia thing means nothing to me. i’ve played it now, but it’s just not that entertaining! so what’s with the obsession? totally lame.
it trailed behind her….her veil as she walked down the aisle…..there he stood looking handsome…waiting to take her hand in his…and there is trailed behind her….glancing back she saw the long white veil…and her past….following her…haunting her….and in front of her was he….waiting to leave her past behind….it was over!
leave a trail of dust so i can follow you to the deep dark forest in your heart. listen to the crunching and the scuffling of the fairies in our midst. be quiet can you hear them? they only talk in whispers.
a journey…somewhere you’ve never been. It’s exciting and unknown. It’s nature, it’s beautiful.
The trailblazers swept their way down the rocky path, intent on conquering this 10 mile trek. Oh, they knew it would be a 1000 foot decline per mile, but they were ready. Up in front was John, having the most experience in winter hiking.
trailing the world
at your feet
slowly
carry the bundle
up the hill
take it and
lift it
and set it on a shelf-
now I have it.
now it’s mine.
a trail of tickles
trickles
down your spine
The canoe trip. Ahh, yes. I love this place. While there, there are trails to hike. On the trip, while hiking, while canoeing, etc., I feel ALIVE. more than any other time, this is my place. I wish I could just stay out there in the wilderness. Live my life where I love. It’s as simple as that. I love that place. Love.
i really miss the game, oregon trail. i used to play it when i was younger in elementary school. i think i remember never being able to finish the entire trail because people always died. people would drown and their ships sink. something to that effect. that was fun.
theres always the trail!! i hate it!! i want to write something to a diffrent word…heeelp!
i did this yesterday! still a trail. what a trial to write about trails. trails to here, to there, i think a trail to everywhere! wait–i think i see a bear! beware!
dark and muddy, slowly the trail leads whereevery they want it too. I don’t want them to lead me – stop them. why – why should we do anything to stop the inevitable. because i don’t believe in fate
okay just kidding oh no.
I followed a trail that led to a gate. A gate so green. So dark green I couldn’t stay outside.
Inside green again. A trail of bushes. A trail of grass. And a garden so wide and so deep I thought I would loose track. I stayed. And I walked. It became night… And again, it was the big trail of finding more.
once upon a time there was a trail that could take you anywhere your mind could go, it was magical, the trail was big and surronded by
trail of tears.
trail to the end of your garden,
the narcissi trembling in the wind, the darkness of your rotton hut bears down on passing souls.
sticks and stones over pebbels and twigs,
follow my paprchase.
follow myself.
I had no time to find the trail. I was running out of air and focus. I had nothing with me, just what was in the case. I had to get home. I had to.
what am i supposed to write about a trail? well. ill never know where it leads until i go to the end. or if theres a sign. imma find more trails. less dangeroud than a not trail, right? always go forward never look back. unless you forgot something. and dont forget your trailmix!
I walk along a dirty trail of memories… My sister, my friend, all who stick around me. They cause shadows, dark and light. Little wholes of light shine through…
It’s never going to end. We keep thinking that we’re getting closer and closer. We keep thinking we have clues. That we know something. That the further we go along, the more we learn. That some day all these pieces will come together into one fantastic picture. A puzzle complete. A Van Gogh. A Monet. Instead, we have a labyrinth and so it shall remain. Hope is an awful, awful thing.
dirty dusty filled with little footsteps along the way making it up the mountain. We filed along hoping and dreaming. Everyone behind us waiting and wanting
i am falling behind someone and that means that i am going to trail him and i do not want to trail anyone in life and i want to be agead and the whole world should trail me. follow me and obey me. i wanna run this show i am a ego maniac and its always about me. i do not trail anyone
A trail, goddamn I have no idea right now because I simply cannot remember what it means since I am german and, yes that’s about that and because I have no time to think of what I write or to think about anything I think I just lost my words so I quit here and instead of going on writing about nothing.
Higher and higher the path twisted, exposing us to both the danger of sheer drops and the breath-stealing delight of vistas God had long since painted in Heaven. Each step took us closer to our goal.
I walked on a trail once, dusty and difficult this trail was; and at the time I remember pondering if this so difficult a trail was worth its traverse.
the trail was half-hidden in the underbrush. Once you got past the overgrowth it was a winding, twisting path going in circles an back again. It could lead anywhere.
walking through green wet uphill forest. hard boots, trees moulded by weather. antonio is silent, but if i look at him he smiles like a king, we are in his kingdom and he might know where we are going. i trust the moss and the raindrops from yesterday to spend time with us
memories of a beautiful world that shouldn’t be so, but there it is. Sitting endlessly in a mirror of lifelong honors that only require a ticket to ride… Now if only the drugs would wear off. I could enjoy this fully.
trail is a sign on the ground. Indians could read that sign easily so they could follow the enemy