veins was yesterdays word, am i right? How long do words stay up here? I thought it was only one day. Oh, well. I’m still going to write this stupid “paragraph” as blood pumps through my VEINS! :)
so if this is it, and still ill sit and drink from the inside of my veins and float down them and slide and cough. if this is after all, all ive drank, then i may as well be a happy boy. If after all all I am is the veins in my skin I may as well be happy. If after all when my stomach rumbles im just waiting to move then I might as well not take my time. I might as well be right.
I’m attached to these cab;es that are putting IV fluids into my veins. I was attacked by a rabid donkey at the carnival. The carnnies came and said sorry, and that they had no insurance. In return, they could give me free passes to the museum, and a date with the bearded lady. I told him “I don’t date anything with a pulse and a beard”, and he said, “your loss dude”.
veins can be bulgy and big but apparently not red. You see then in the arm or pop out when someone is angry or under physical stress, and people stick needles in then, just stick then in and pull out blood, or push in chemicals.
veins run through me.
they flow with the blood that for our entire history we have tried to conceal in the mirror, in fear of facing our immortality.
only recently has the beauty and miracle of childbirth reached celluloid.
thank you children of men, knocked up and eastern promises.
Veins are wonderful things full of richness, whether bringing blood to the vital organs of our bodies or full of rich gold in the mines. We love vweins, unless they are variicous]
red
spidering
up
aging
legs
blue
life bringing
roadmap
of
where I’ve
been
what I’ve been
highways carrying
all I need
throughout
my
physical
self
veins
rivers
of
life
i look at my hands stretched tight with nothing holding them together except for my veins. Do I know what I’ve done and how much history has coursed through the tiny tunnels of truth and love? I think not. Perhaps I should think about it. But who needs that? It’s not like I’ve got anything better to do and as soon as I do find something, my red veins will have turned blue again.
The veins crawl. The veins transport. The veins keep the world alive. We must be like veins, we must crawl, we must transport, we must keep the world alive.
the bood ran thick in his mouth as it flowed from the deers veins, he knew it would suffice, but it just wouldn’t be enough. He knew what he needed, and he knew just where to get it…
The veins in his arm pulsed in rythym with his heart which was working far more than it had in years. His chest hurt, but he was unable to think of anything other than the voice on the other end of the phone. Could this really be happening? Coul this all really be true? And if so, what was he going to do now? The voice began to grow dim and was overshadowed by the beating of his heart…
on which the world HAAANGS, VEEINNS, that’s my super dense kryptonian exo-skeleton BITCH. Try to be a little more sensitive. I have to keep formaldehyde runnin through me just so I don’t kill myself from the excess coolness I exude. Guheez.
I have veins in my arms. They are blue and you can see them pretty well against my yellowish complexion. A long time ago, when I was young (I’m talking like seven or eight here) you could barely see my veins at all. These days, however, they are pretty apparent. I don’t know what caused this change, I didn’t notice over the years.
the vericose rivers of blood-drenched water that run through miles of uncharted fleshy territory, and caress my bones with the flow of life, seep deep within me and bear my mortal strife. So that when they tear I tear. When they slither. I slither along with them.
The veins on my legs were starting to show up, indicating that I had truly moved into being middle-aged and could no longer fool myself into thinking I was a young girl anymore.
I had often seen older women with veins on their legs and was saddened for them and delighted for myself because my legs were still smooth and mark-free. No more, I’m afraid!
the blood that ran in her veins were not red but blue, like the woman in bilal’s comics. blue blood, what could that mean? was then because of that people said we could have cold blood? and did that mean that she was… cold blooded?
veins? His blood flows through my veins. yes literally. because He has made me and created me in His image. and i cannot fathom how beautiful His creation are. but my veins flow with love for Him and I want to live the rest of my life, as long as the veins in my body flow with blood of life, i will worship and love You, Lord.
veins are the life road, the simplicity of sky within our own body, throbbing with potential, swollen when i think of your, your golden light, your translucent sex, the love in your veins, wanting you a shiver through my entire body,wanting you like the golden light of my veins, the clouds which shudder as the blood pulses, the blood that pulses the sky
blood
red
flow
blue
oxygen
heart
tubes
molecules
blood cells movement
roads
pathway
long
connect
live
life
veiny
thin
sustain
pump
hold
osmosis
humanity
mammals
Veins, they emcompass your body. Your life flows through them and it propels you to move on. Nothing would be possible without these, your life, your status nor even your skills; all would be for nought. These are the essence of life or merely the bridge on which it travels.
Blue and faint beneath your skin. A guide to wear the needle digs in. Clutch you fist and make them pop. I never liked giving blood. But I always do it, out of obligation.
The veins in his neck throbbed as he started down at me with eyes that were so filled with anger that I saw actual flames in them. He raised his arm and I flinched. A look of wonder came over his face and he lowered his arm slowly. I continued to sit on the floor, scared.
he could feel it, the gentle hum through his body, as if there was a computer turned on inside of him. it spread through his lungs and his head, vibrating through his eyes until he didnt see colour anymore, just the whole of it, and everything was complete and powerful. the liquid ran through even the finest veins in his body, with the needle sticking out of his arm.
My veins are pretty big, as I sit here typing this I look at my skinny hands and see the huge man like veins protruding, blue they are from my perspective. They are pumping my life line through me… so what? Veins are boring. Lets talk about something interesting.
I held my veins in a tub of marmalade. Listening to the words of the day. With much help I entered my own house and brought a simple bag of money. Can you see why I left yesterday? I wondered whether or not the shoe would fit on the wrong foot.
I could see her blue viens through the paper-tin skin that hung from her wrists like an old coat. Her hand wobbles with age and forgone experience as she lit the candle. The light blossomed, a reminder of her youth, and she wilted back into the shadows.
Can you feel it?
The struggle
sensation surging through our fingertips
believing
not living
Rising through barriers
we stand
our veins full
our hearts inflated
for the music of our love
He watched the nurse pierce his forearm skin with a sterile but disgustingly sharp needle. The medication surged through his veins, tingling his fingers and awaking his perception, and all this… before he could take a full night’s sleep.
I hate veins they creep me out, I think i have a phobia to them or something. Especially guys with huge bulging veins all over their arms, I get scared that they’re going to walk past a bush or something and its going to cut open a fucking artery or something and they could just die right there. I don’t even like looking at my own veins, its like a reminder of my mortality
veins was yesterdays word, am i right? How long do words stay up here? I thought it was only one day. Oh, well. I’m still going to write this stupid “paragraph” as blood pumps through my VEINS! :)
so if this is it, and still ill sit and drink from the inside of my veins and float down them and slide and cough. if this is after all, all ive drank, then i may as well be a happy boy. If after all all I am is the veins in my skin I may as well be happy. If after all when my stomach rumbles im just waiting to move then I might as well not take my time. I might as well be right.
Only sixty seconds? Fuck. Not happening. I’m writing this in vain.
I’m attached to these cab;es that are putting IV fluids into my veins. I was attacked by a rabid donkey at the carnival. The carnnies came and said sorry, and that they had no insurance. In return, they could give me free passes to the museum, and a date with the bearded lady. I told him “I don’t date anything with a pulse and a beard”, and he said, “your loss dude”.
veins can be bulgy and big but apparently not red. You see then in the arm or pop out when someone is angry or under physical stress, and people stick needles in then, just stick then in and pull out blood, or push in chemicals.
blue bottled blue
why whenever you spew forth
so sorry sorry red?
You always hide when they come with the needles.
veins run through me.
they flow with the blood that for our entire history we have tried to conceal in the mirror, in fear of facing our immortality.
only recently has the beauty and miracle of childbirth reached celluloid.
thank you children of men, knocked up and eastern promises.
Veins are wonderful things full of richness, whether bringing blood to the vital organs of our bodies or full of rich gold in the mines. We love vweins, unless they are variicous]
red
spidering
up
aging
legs
blue
life bringing
roadmap
of
where I’ve
been
what I’ve been
highways carrying
all I need
throughout
my
physical
self
veins
rivers
of
life
i look at my hands stretched tight with nothing holding them together except for my veins. Do I know what I’ve done and how much history has coursed through the tiny tunnels of truth and love? I think not. Perhaps I should think about it. But who needs that? It’s not like I’ve got anything better to do and as soon as I do find something, my red veins will have turned blue again.
The veins crawl. The veins transport. The veins keep the world alive. We must be like veins, we must crawl, we must transport, we must keep the world alive.
the bood ran thick in his mouth as it flowed from the deers veins, he knew it would suffice, but it just wouldn’t be enough. He knew what he needed, and he knew just where to get it…
my veins pump blood
it keeps me alive
when there dry i die
an empty husk
they flow i live
The veins in his arm pulsed in rythym with his heart which was working far more than it had in years. His chest hurt, but he was unable to think of anything other than the voice on the other end of the phone. Could this really be happening? Coul this all really be true? And if so, what was he going to do now? The voice began to grow dim and was overshadowed by the beating of his heart…
on which the world HAAANGS, VEEINNS, that’s my super dense kryptonian exo-skeleton BITCH. Try to be a little more sensitive. I have to keep formaldehyde runnin through me just so I don’t kill myself from the excess coolness I exude. Guheez.
I have veins in my arms. They are blue and you can see them pretty well against my yellowish complexion. A long time ago, when I was young (I’m talking like seven or eight here) you could barely see my veins at all. These days, however, they are pretty apparent. I don’t know what caused this change, I didn’t notice over the years.
blood,murder, hospital, horror flicks, skinny, blue, passion
the vericose rivers of blood-drenched water that run through miles of uncharted fleshy territory, and caress my bones with the flow of life, seep deep within me and bear my mortal strife. So that when they tear I tear. When they slither. I slither along with them.
the closed windows of winter solitude and silence have been thrown open to discover the chaos of the sun. I reflect upon the months of isolation.
The veins on my legs were starting to show up, indicating that I had truly moved into being middle-aged and could no longer fool myself into thinking I was a young girl anymore.
I had often seen older women with veins on their legs and was saddened for them and delighted for myself because my legs were still smooth and mark-free. No more, I’m afraid!
the blood that ran in her veins were not red but blue, like the woman in bilal’s comics. blue blood, what could that mean? was then because of that people said we could have cold blood? and did that mean that she was… cold blooded?
veins? His blood flows through my veins. yes literally. because He has made me and created me in His image. and i cannot fathom how beautiful His creation are. but my veins flow with love for Him and I want to live the rest of my life, as long as the veins in my body flow with blood of life, i will worship and love You, Lord.
Veins.. the dirty roadways that connect ourselves. We are veins; our own blood that runs through ourselves. That is our fate.
I am veins.
when i first saw him laying dead near me in our bed the blood stopped rolling in my veins, i called 911 and they thought i killed him with his own gun
veins are the life road, the simplicity of sky within our own body, throbbing with potential, swollen when i think of your, your golden light, your translucent sex, the love in your veins, wanting you a shiver through my entire body,wanting you like the golden light of my veins, the clouds which shudder as the blood pulses, the blood that pulses the sky
blood
red
flow
blue
oxygen
heart
tubes
molecules
blood cells movement
roads
pathway
long
connect
live
life
veiny
thin
sustain
pump
hold
osmosis
humanity
mammals
Running softly, strong.
Intertwined & bulging.
Breathing harder, pumping harder…
In my veins, you run.
Veins, they emcompass your body. Your life flows through them and it propels you to move on. Nothing would be possible without these, your life, your status nor even your skills; all would be for nought. These are the essence of life or merely the bridge on which it travels.
Blue and faint beneath your skin. A guide to wear the needle digs in. Clutch you fist and make them pop. I never liked giving blood. But I always do it, out of obligation.
The veins in his neck throbbed as he started down at me with eyes that were so filled with anger that I saw actual flames in them. He raised his arm and I flinched. A look of wonder came over his face and he lowered his arm slowly. I continued to sit on the floor, scared.
he could feel it, the gentle hum through his body, as if there was a computer turned on inside of him. it spread through his lungs and his head, vibrating through his eyes until he didnt see colour anymore, just the whole of it, and everything was complete and powerful. the liquid ran through even the finest veins in his body, with the needle sticking out of his arm.
My veins are pretty big, as I sit here typing this I look at my skinny hands and see the huge man like veins protruding, blue they are from my perspective. They are pumping my life line through me… so what? Veins are boring. Lets talk about something interesting.
I held my veins in a tub of marmalade. Listening to the words of the day. With much help I entered my own house and brought a simple bag of money. Can you see why I left yesterday? I wondered whether or not the shoe would fit on the wrong foot.
blue cheese and varicose veins. you are what you eat.you are what you eat. you are what you eat. nihil nihil nihil.
I could see her blue viens through the paper-tin skin that hung from her wrists like an old coat. Her hand wobbles with age and forgone experience as she lit the candle. The light blossomed, a reminder of her youth, and she wilted back into the shadows.
Within seconds the drug was rushing through his veins.
freedom.
viens carry your blood and many think that they are blue even though they carry blood which is red so they think that is why your viens appear purple
Can you feel it?
The struggle
sensation surging through our fingertips
believing
not living
Rising through barriers
we stand
our veins full
our hearts inflated
for the music of our love
He watched the nurse pierce his forearm skin with a sterile but disgustingly sharp needle. The medication surged through his veins, tingling his fingers and awaking his perception, and all this… before he could take a full night’s sleep.
I hate veins they creep me out, I think i have a phobia to them or something. Especially guys with huge bulging veins all over their arms, I get scared that they’re going to walk past a bush or something and its going to cut open a fucking artery or something and they could just die right there. I don’t even like looking at my own veins, its like a reminder of my mortality