twine is something my brother and i used the other sunday while doing slave work for my mother, just like every other time one of my brothers ever comes home. I am nervous about this. It was surprising hard to think of something and also, keep going. Like… I would love to write about a beautiful love story about a boy and a girl (joe and kyra) heh I am bad!
this is a very nice word, it rhymes with swine.
I’m not sure what twine really is.
NEVERMIND I KNOW IT
IT’S THAT STUFF
FOR LIKE ..
SHIRTS N SHIT
YEAAAH ..
okay.
This is weird.
How do you know when it’s been a minute ?
it’s 2:47 am right now.
And I’m kinda tired.
but not really.
oooh, BUT I AM.
YOU’D LIKE THAT, WOULDN’T YA ?1
YA FREAK.
Is this done yet ?
omfg this is so cool, I can cheat big time, the timer’s done, but I’m still typing ?! k bye
twine it makes me whine. it frustartes me in a hateful way. confusion is all i see. please pour me a glass of whine to gget rid of the twine. no twine is not for me. hateful little object.meow
Wrapping twine around my wrists to cut off the circulation. I loved this feeling when I was a little boy. The way my hands turned purple from the blood being trapped in them. I used to think about what it would be like to go through life with hands like that, useless meat on the end of sticks.
i don’t know what twine is. sounds like it’d be some sort of yarn thingy. like yarn. but more metallicy. Why do i think this? idk maybe its cuz i subconsciously know the meaning. or maybe some word that sounds like this one that means yearn is popping up. Ah so confusing
like rope I feel two people in one- but it was frayed and meant to come undone. These things are always good to see before hand unfortunately I didn’t see it as I used it to hold the knot and it fell apart just then. Had I seen…
Rough and scratchy.
Those are the childish words that come to mind, but when you tie my hands with them it’s a completely different story.
My hands bound together, what will you do? Will you kiss me senseless? Will you throw me to the dogs?
Maybe I don’t want to know the answer.
She held the bit of twine in her hand, playing with it, pretending that it was a golden string. She pretended that the golden string was her life string, like in Greek mythology. If it were to be severed, her life would end.
twine is a wonderful object that you can use to put many things together at once. It can be used to hold objects in place as well as to tie people’s hands together as handcuffs. This is an extreme method of torture, as twine is small and painfully rough. I do not suggest doing so. However, if you must, I would do it loosely.
it brings to mind an author. actually that was mark TWAINE. hmm. I think that twine is a piece of string. i dont know if its just string or if it has to be shoddy string. thats really the only meaning i know of this word
it’s funny how the world is intertwined,
it’s easy to sit down and wine and dine
with others from around the world
only through a small portal that almost all of us dwell
He attached the twine to the door handle. This was in TV. He attached one end of the dry, hairy twine to his loosened tooth, which twisted like a screw in a loose socket. He had seen this on TV. He leaned back, and slammed the door shut: he’d seen this done before.
I think twine is like thread, or some other kind of string. I don’t encounter this word very often in writing or anywhere else. . .it’s not as common as using “thread” or “string” or something.
That box was wrapped up in twine when she handed it over to me. I struggled to pull out the knots, and I couldn’t get it, so she helped me. Our hands touched as we untangled the string, but it wasn’t romantic.
A very itchy string. Seriously, twine? There’s ribbon and nylon rope and anything but. Twine just gives you slivers. I guess it looks good on brown paper packages, but I bet other strings would look fine too. I really dislike twine. It’s always fraying and shedding. It has something against being useful
Like a piece of discarded twine, their lives spiraled around each other, never separate entirely, yet never securely bound. Was it any surprise that 18 months after their breakup, her dmv address was still his place?, altho she lived in state 800 miles away. Their last break up was 12 years ago. Even then, she knew he’d be back. She was his safe zone, the catch me when I’m falling girl. She didn’t have the strenth to say no. Bruises & memory faded, guilt remained fresh. Being with him would somehow set the world right. Joint punishment for thier crimes. They’d refused jail time; they’d become each other’s conscience. The holder of terrifying memmories. Retribution is a stange beast, it will be satisfied.
it comes in a ball, all balled up
like the places that don’t take well
to smoothing
refuse to smooth
a category
on my report card
refuses to smooth
yes, ma’am
i like it rough
why child, you watch yo mouf!
twine
entwine
enshrined in twine
entwined in shrine
all mine
all mine
Ball of wheat winding through like rope it is rope in essence. made of hay or hey however you spell it. Rough and unpleasent to the touch. The biggest ball of twine in minnesota was a weird al yakovic song. I never got to hear it yet. Or maybe I did and I don’t remember.
twine splits when you try to cut it. we used it to secure a counch on top of my freinds car one time. white trash northen california. it is tough but ugly, that twine. what happens when 60 seconds is up?
twine is often rough, it makes my hands itch. I think about gym class, running up that rope, people laughing at the bottom, myself exposed. It’s not working. The teacher’s yelling, and the kids keep yelling, I keep on struggling, climbing toward the top. it’s not working, i’m fall, I’m sliding, my hands are bleeding. The bleeding makes my hands itch. I can’t stand this. I’m in so much pain, the blood. so much blood.
With intertwined hands and lengths of blossoming flowers, you touched my lips and I tasted desire. How quickly cherries began to fall like atom bombs to our toes. With each splitting raindrop coming from the sky, your face melted into a mess of wetness and tears and I kissed them to stop, pleading for you to scrounge up an ounce of courage. Farewell.
i wrapped the twine around the bottle hoping to hold the fragile crack together, the crack was there from when she threw the remote at me and missed. I wish she hadn’t thrown it, there was no reason to. Now the twine is getting discolored.
Love is when two people are in twined together as one creating a pice of thread that can with stand any sickness, disease, or struggle. This is the strongest piece of twine in the world.
He rolled the bailing wire around his hand, keeping it like a housewife would keep an old ball of twine, saving bits and pieces here and there–never knowing when he might need it again. the leather in his gloves creaked with the strain, and he could see the polish of the years of use in the finger tips. too bad he could also feel the arthritis from years of hard work. A drop of sweat fell on his hands, so he took off his hat, wiped his brow and resettled it. Looked like it was going to be a beautiful sunset, all pinks and purples just starting to show on the horizon.
Twine is a beautiful invention… So prickly, yet so useful. From baling hay to stringing clothes out to dry, and even to walking the dog, a more useful invention has hardly made the grade that twine has. Besides all that, the name is just cool… You’re rope, or twine?
I remember forcing my hand under the twine to pick up the old bales of hay. The painted pumpkins were all gone and our Halloween display was taken down. I was a little sad until the kid down the street stopped by and told me they couldn’t wait to see what we’d do next year.
Spinning. Around and around and around, until you’re so dizzy you can’t see straight and you don’t know whether the decisions you’re making are wrong or wonderful. It’s a beautiful, terrifying dream, all wound up inside of you.
twine is something my brother and i used the other sunday while doing slave work for my mother, just like every other time one of my brothers ever comes home. I am nervous about this. It was surprising hard to think of something and also, keep going. Like… I would love to write about a beautiful love story about a boy and a girl (joe and kyra) heh I am bad!
this is a very nice word, it rhymes with swine.
I’m not sure what twine really is.
NEVERMIND I KNOW IT
IT’S THAT STUFF
FOR LIKE ..
SHIRTS N SHIT
YEAAAH ..
okay.
This is weird.
How do you know when it’s been a minute ?
it’s 2:47 am right now.
And I’m kinda tired.
but not really.
oooh, BUT I AM.
YOU’D LIKE THAT, WOULDN’T YA ?1
YA FREAK.
Is this done yet ?
omfg this is so cool, I can cheat big time, the timer’s done, but I’m still typing ?! k bye
twine is a word means twins means two thing with together
also use with two baby and two person
ball, string, tie things holds things pices things together. makes structures connect. felxible, constricting, moving.
twine it makes me whine. it frustartes me in a hateful way. confusion is all i see. please pour me a glass of whine to gget rid of the twine. no twine is not for me. hateful little object.meow
Wrapping twine around my wrists to cut off the circulation. I loved this feeling when I was a little boy. The way my hands turned purple from the blood being trapped in them. I used to think about what it would be like to go through life with hands like that, useless meat on the end of sticks.
i don’t know what twine is. sounds like it’d be some sort of yarn thingy. like yarn. but more metallicy. Why do i think this? idk maybe its cuz i subconsciously know the meaning. or maybe some word that sounds like this one that means yearn is popping up. Ah so confusing
like rope I feel two people in one- but it was frayed and meant to come undone. These things are always good to see before hand unfortunately I didn’t see it as I used it to hold the knot and it fell apart just then. Had I seen…
Rough and scratchy.
Those are the childish words that come to mind, but when you tie my hands with them it’s a completely different story.
My hands bound together, what will you do? Will you kiss me senseless? Will you throw me to the dogs?
Maybe I don’t want to know the answer.
She held the bit of twine in her hand, playing with it, pretending that it was a golden string. She pretended that the golden string was her life string, like in Greek mythology. If it were to be severed, her life would end.
twine is a wonderful object that you can use to put many things together at once. It can be used to hold objects in place as well as to tie people’s hands together as handcuffs. This is an extreme method of torture, as twine is small and painfully rough. I do not suggest doing so. However, if you must, I would do it loosely.
I think the world’s largest ball of twine is in Kansas.
Waiting for his arms to twine around my body
Cawker City Twine-a-Thon, August 15, be there.
it brings to mind an author. actually that was mark TWAINE. hmm. I think that twine is a piece of string. i dont know if its just string or if it has to be shoddy string. thats really the only meaning i know of this word
She pulled off the twine that binded the book and peered inside.
Nothing.
twine-intertwine with me like time and space do so
do not let the winds undo this for neither you nor me. let coil like snakes and never let go,
Twin. It’s string. String that I’m held up on just like a puppet. The twine you control me with will be the death of me.
it’s funny how the world is intertwined,
it’s easy to sit down and wine and dine
with others from around the world
only through a small portal that almost all of us dwell
He attached the twine to the door handle. This was in TV. He attached one end of the dry, hairy twine to his loosened tooth, which twisted like a screw in a loose socket. He had seen this on TV. He leaned back, and slammed the door shut: he’d seen this done before.
I think twine is like thread, or some other kind of string. I don’t encounter this word very often in writing or anywhere else. . .it’s not as common as using “thread” or “string” or something.
That box was wrapped up in twine when she handed it over to me. I struggled to pull out the knots, and I couldn’t get it, so she helped me. Our hands touched as we untangled the string, but it wasn’t romantic.
threads of experience
and thoughts
run into tapestries
of life
and each tapestry
intertwines
within the universe
like a patchwork quilt
A very itchy string. Seriously, twine? There’s ribbon and nylon rope and anything but. Twine just gives you slivers. I guess it looks good on brown paper packages, but I bet other strings would look fine too. I really dislike twine. It’s always fraying and shedding. It has something against being useful
Like a piece of discarded twine, their lives spiraled around each other, never separate entirely, yet never securely bound. Was it any surprise that 18 months after their breakup, her dmv address was still his place?, altho she lived in state 800 miles away. Their last break up was 12 years ago. Even then, she knew he’d be back. She was his safe zone, the catch me when I’m falling girl. She didn’t have the strenth to say no. Bruises & memory faded, guilt remained fresh. Being with him would somehow set the world right. Joint punishment for thier crimes. They’d refused jail time; they’d become each other’s conscience. The holder of terrifying memmories. Retribution is a stange beast, it will be satisfied.
it comes in a ball, all balled up
like the places that don’t take well
to smoothing
refuse to smooth
a category
on my report card
refuses to smooth
yes, ma’am
i like it rough
why child, you watch yo mouf!
twine
entwine
enshrined in twine
entwined in shrine
all mine
all mine
Ball of wheat winding through like rope it is rope in essence. made of hay or hey however you spell it. Rough and unpleasent to the touch. The biggest ball of twine in minnesota was a weird al yakovic song. I never got to hear it yet. Or maybe I did and I don’t remember.
twine splits when you try to cut it. we used it to secure a counch on top of my freinds car one time. white trash northen california. it is tough but ugly, that twine. what happens when 60 seconds is up?
what is twine i dont really know. is it wine after the tea or is in win between t and e.
Twine is fine if i would have had the meaning of it.
twine is often rough, it makes my hands itch. I think about gym class, running up that rope, people laughing at the bottom, myself exposed. It’s not working. The teacher’s yelling, and the kids keep yelling, I keep on struggling, climbing toward the top. it’s not working, i’m fall, I’m sliding, my hands are bleeding. The bleeding makes my hands itch. I can’t stand this. I’m in so much pain, the blood. so much blood.
With intertwined hands and lengths of blossoming flowers, you touched my lips and I tasted desire. How quickly cherries began to fall like atom bombs to our toes. With each splitting raindrop coming from the sky, your face melted into a mess of wetness and tears and I kissed them to stop, pleading for you to scrounge up an ounce of courage. Farewell.
i wrapped the twine around the bottle hoping to hold the fragile crack together, the crack was there from when she threw the remote at me and missed. I wish she hadn’t thrown it, there was no reason to. Now the twine is getting discolored.
Tie her up, use the twine. She will never again, she will always be mine. Forever she will stay even if its only because of the twine.
String, that is hairy and brownish-tanish.
Love is when two people are in twined together as one creating a pice of thread that can with stand any sickness, disease, or struggle. This is the strongest piece of twine in the world.
He rolled the bailing wire around his hand, keeping it like a housewife would keep an old ball of twine, saving bits and pieces here and there–never knowing when he might need it again. the leather in his gloves creaked with the strain, and he could see the polish of the years of use in the finger tips. too bad he could also feel the arthritis from years of hard work. A drop of sweat fell on his hands, so he took off his hat, wiped his brow and resettled it. Looked like it was going to be a beautiful sunset, all pinks and purples just starting to show on the horizon.
Twine is a beautiful invention… So prickly, yet so useful. From baling hay to stringing clothes out to dry, and even to walking the dog, a more useful invention has hardly made the grade that twine has. Besides all that, the name is just cool… You’re rope, or twine?
I remember forcing my hand under the twine to pick up the old bales of hay. The painted pumpkins were all gone and our Halloween display was taken down. I was a little sad until the kid down the street stopped by and told me they couldn’t wait to see what we’d do next year.
entwined so loosely I could have let you go if I wanted to but there’s no place Id rather be than tangled up in you
Spinning. Around and around and around, until you’re so dizzy you can’t see straight and you don’t know whether the decisions you’re making are wrong or wonderful. It’s a beautiful, terrifying dream, all wound up inside of you.