The vines crept down slowly from the trees above. They rustled ever so slightly. To anyone else, their subtle movements would be unnoticeable. However, I was on high alert. My ears perked up with the slight movement, and I leapt away from the foliage.
The vines are climbing up the inside of the shelf. They tangle between the books, finding room between the pages to make their make. The vines break, tear, ruin the words. They consume the books, leaving nothing but the covers in their tracks.
vines, wrapping around her arms, wrapping around her legs, pulling her down deeper and deeper into the abyss of her own self loathing and hatred of the ones around her. she kept trying to grab one, pull herself up, swing away like tarzan, but it was just. too. hard.
I got a vine account yesterday because Patrick told me to. We both like vine it’s a fun social media app. We were looking up users and he found this one account. Oh gosh the girl was twerking #epicfacepalm.
I got a vine account a few days ago because Patrick told me to. God, how I love the kid. He’s so nice to me, we’re best friends, I love him like a best friend. He is my best friend. I don’t know what more to say. I just love it. I love it all.
I walked towards the building. Mysterious vines warped themselves around the sides, as if squeezing the shack into it’s last breath. I could see the smoke pouring out the windows and I knew I had found what I was looking for: the Stoner Shack.
Vines are great for swinging and flying from tree to tree. Monkey’s use them to do the same thing when they wanna get away fast. They are also included in some flower types. Tarzan uses them in the movie
the rain crawls down the skin of her face
like vines taught to grow in reverse
as if these drops were a bittersweet curse
and travel to find the earths faint inverse.
she climbed and climbed and climbed the vines until she absolutely could not clamp any higher. her skin felt hot as she drew closer and closer to the sun. her legs grew weary as she climbed and climbed and climber the vines. and when she reached the top she jumped, and landed at the base of the vine, her silent tears watering the roots
The vines in the orchard were blooming with fresh grapes. These grapes would soon turn into the best wine around. Everyone knew this, but some didn’t believe. For sue and Jhon it was different. They knew what the wine tasted like, and they knew they had to have some..
Vines, twisting around red brick houses, holding everything together. Holding all the secrets in, with delicate iron bars that shield the windows and bolts that hold the doors closed. Closed to prevent the world from getting in and the secrets from getting out.
I vine through my mind right now, A COW in the brow of my subconscious. Nothing to say no where to gooo, I have no knowledge of what I am about to do, but I know I should at least start by leaving the house so ruby can have some alone time, like the time I got today that was oh so wonderful. Ok, time to be off this darned thing. Over and out. It’s just, I dont really feel like drinking, I’m sick of moving and unpacking, and I can’t see myself getting much pleasure out of a lobster buffet. Oh well. What can one do. Inspiration can’t always strike. Just look at Syria Laurel, and then complain about your momentary boredom.
They crept up the white neck with the grey-blue veins showing only just. They strangled the neck which supported them. The fence would surely be dead- if only it were alive to actually die.
she swings from the vines like she’s an animal. She keeps telling me that thats the way she gets to work. i look at her in disbelief because
1) she works in the city
2) we live in the country
3) the vines about 4 feet long
I like vines. They grow in many places. Sometimes vines grow on the sides of houses. Vines are like grape vines. Vines are cool. ahha I have no clue what I’m writing. this is getting weird. what if someone sees this? hello? vines…..vines what do I say about vines?
If I had a million grape vines I would be so intensely happy for the rest of my life. I would eat grapes for breakfast, lunch and dinner. In between feasting, I would work hard to create delectable wines. And I would drink them. With breakfast, lunch and dinner.
The vines snaked around me, pulling me in, closer and closer to an inevitable fate. I couldn’t think, couldn’t move, couldn’t cry out for help. Who would come, anyway? No one wants to help a lost soul. In the end, you both get hurt and nothing ever changes about that.
The green vines that wrapped around the building were a vibrant green, and the soft pink roses were delicately scattered about. The hot sun beat down on my face.
All around her, entangled, roped, attacked by, swarmed by, resides in, destroyed by, would die for, vines of the long and reaching truth, falling around you when all else becomes a question. Vines.
Vines, as she calls them. They’re her favorite candy. Her tiny hands playfully grab at the tub of licorice and when I hand her one piece she chews the sweet candy with a smile on her face.
they wrap me up strangle me drown me in ecstasy taste like kool aid drip me in and take me out to dry love the feel of cool afternoon wrapped in silk divine peace divine dreams stumble me
Vines seem to be tangling all around me. Not the good kind that nurtures and supports, but the kind that twists and binds and strangles. Where’d I put that damn suit?
I already did this, with the word vines, and i told whoever that i didnt know what they are, but that it rhymes with wines and that i like beer better than wine, not because of the taste but because of other things. But then the site said i was duplicating or something!
i dont know what vines are, but it rhimes with wines, and i love wine, although i like beer better, but sometimes the attitude of wine fits the situation better. its not just the taste what makes a drink good… its the whole thing, you know.
The dragon roared and used her claws to cut through the vines. They surrounded her, keeping her captive. It brought back memories of being captured and forced to dance in front of the other species. Her large body trembled as she roared in frustration before going limp with fear.
I swung along the vines of clarity today only to find myself being strangled all the same. If in fact these vines were strong enough to bear my burdens, I would not be hung up in all of this confusion.
oh jesus, you really wanted me? this has nothing to do with a big photosynthesizing snake, but seriously, you actually wanted me. i want to unfold you like a cell wall if that’s alright with you (which it’s not)
The vines dangled down on her head as she walked through the greenhouse.
“I wonder how I managed to never notice this place before?” she pondered.
Perhaps it was because she was never interested in exploring the house her grandma had once lived in. She had come here as a girl because her parents had forced it, not because she wanted to see the damn place.
The grape vines are the most beautiful. They are colored according to the grapes they produce. It is a mystery how these vines grow and weave in and out of each other. God made them to do this so they would produce the best grapes possible. They are used for all kinds of wines,
the vines twirl and crawl upward on the wall. in and out of the spaces, searching for an area to fill. taking over the old rocky wall that no one uses, now left behind.
The vines held my throat. Constricting, pointy, sharp. I couldn’t get rid of them. I started to bleed, my mind overflowing with thoughts. What should I do? What should I say? What about my family? I don’t know, i really don’t know. I felt my breath hitch in my throat, nothing left to say, since I couldn’t say it.
Suppose you were new in town–perhaps you just moved here to start college or something. You make some new friends or acquaintances or what have you and they invite you to a party…but you head over alone, and you’re new in town, so, just your luck, you get a bit lost on your way. Then you find something that belongs to your new friend (acquaintance?) lying, obviously discarded, next to a house or a car or a stone wall or something quite large that’s covered in vines; covered to the point it’s damn near destroyed. What do you do?
Vines can be either beautiful or hideous depending on their context. Vines are wild and, if left untamed, they can be a hinder. Some people use their unpredictable nature to create something beautiful. The first thing to pop into my head are the vines at Wrigley Field.
vines are botanical
they are great for your health and help you through a lot of things, when talking or writing about vines you should consider it’s not easy hence I know nothing about it.I really don’t know anything about it.
I remember the vines going on David Letterman sometime earlier in the last decade, and how the lead singer made a complete ass out of himself because Aspbergers and autism are rough for live performances.
vines creep down
like open wounds in the air,
they twist and dwindle into insignificant stems,
yet it is their connections, their length which gives them worth,
they tell things
The vines crept down slowly from the trees above. They rustled ever so slightly. To anyone else, their subtle movements would be unnoticeable. However, I was on high alert. My ears perked up with the slight movement, and I leapt away from the foliage.
The vines are climbing up the inside of the shelf. They tangle between the books, finding room between the pages to make their make. The vines break, tear, ruin the words. They consume the books, leaving nothing but the covers in their tracks.
vines, wrapping around her arms, wrapping around her legs, pulling her down deeper and deeper into the abyss of her own self loathing and hatred of the ones around her. she kept trying to grab one, pull herself up, swing away like tarzan, but it was just. too. hard.
A jungle
New York City
Godzilla
Apocalypse
Zombies
Super 8
Movies
Date
Dating
Patrick
Candy
Sour Patch
I got a vine account yesterday because Patrick told me to. We both like vine it’s a fun social media app. We were looking up users and he found this one account. Oh gosh the girl was twerking #epicfacepalm.
I got a vine account a few days ago because Patrick told me to. God, how I love the kid. He’s so nice to me, we’re best friends, I love him like a best friend. He is my best friend. I don’t know what more to say. I just love it. I love it all.
I walked towards the building. Mysterious vines warped themselves around the sides, as if squeezing the shack into it’s last breath. I could see the smoke pouring out the windows and I knew I had found what I was looking for: the Stoner Shack.
Vines are great for swinging and flying from tree to tree. Monkey’s use them to do the same thing when they wanna get away fast. They are also included in some flower types. Tarzan uses them in the movie
the rain crawls down the skin of her face
like vines taught to grow in reverse
as if these drops were a bittersweet curse
and travel to find the earths faint inverse.
she climbed and climbed and climbed the vines until she absolutely could not clamp any higher. her skin felt hot as she drew closer and closer to the sun. her legs grew weary as she climbed and climbed and climber the vines. and when she reached the top she jumped, and landed at the base of the vine, her silent tears watering the roots
i like vines ican climb on vines i loove vines sooo mochvines are cool vine ]s are living thiongs i think vines are small.
The vines in the orchard were blooming with fresh grapes. These grapes would soon turn into the best wine around. Everyone knew this, but some didn’t believe. For sue and Jhon it was different. They knew what the wine tasted like, and they knew they had to have some..
Vines, twisting around red brick houses, holding everything together. Holding all the secrets in, with delicate iron bars that shield the windows and bolts that hold the doors closed. Closed to prevent the world from getting in and the secrets from getting out.
I vine through my mind right now, A COW in the brow of my subconscious. Nothing to say no where to gooo, I have no knowledge of what I am about to do, but I know I should at least start by leaving the house so ruby can have some alone time, like the time I got today that was oh so wonderful. Ok, time to be off this darned thing. Over and out. It’s just, I dont really feel like drinking, I’m sick of moving and unpacking, and I can’t see myself getting much pleasure out of a lobster buffet. Oh well. What can one do. Inspiration can’t always strike. Just look at Syria Laurel, and then complain about your momentary boredom.
They crept up the white neck with the grey-blue veins showing only just. They strangled the neck which supported them. The fence would surely be dead- if only it were alive to actually die.
she swings from the vines like she’s an animal. She keeps telling me that thats the way she gets to work. i look at her in disbelief because
1) she works in the city
2) we live in the country
3) the vines about 4 feet long
I like vines. They grow in many places. Sometimes vines grow on the sides of houses. Vines are like grape vines. Vines are cool. ahha I have no clue what I’m writing. this is getting weird. what if someone sees this? hello? vines…..vines what do I say about vines?
If I had a million grape vines I would be so intensely happy for the rest of my life. I would eat grapes for breakfast, lunch and dinner. In between feasting, I would work hard to create delectable wines. And I would drink them. With breakfast, lunch and dinner.
The vines snaked around me, pulling me in, closer and closer to an inevitable fate. I couldn’t think, couldn’t move, couldn’t cry out for help. Who would come, anyway? No one wants to help a lost soul. In the end, you both get hurt and nothing ever changes about that.
The green vines that wrapped around the building were a vibrant green, and the soft pink roses were delicately scattered about. The hot sun beat down on my face.
All around her, entangled, roped, attacked by, swarmed by, resides in, destroyed by, would die for, vines of the long and reaching truth, falling around you when all else becomes a question. Vines.
Vines, as she calls them. They’re her favorite candy. Her tiny hands playfully grab at the tub of licorice and when I hand her one piece she chews the sweet candy with a smile on her face.
they wrap me up strangle me drown me in ecstasy taste like kool aid drip me in and take me out to dry love the feel of cool afternoon wrapped in silk divine peace divine dreams stumble me
Vines seem to be tangling all around me. Not the good kind that nurtures and supports, but the kind that twists and binds and strangles. Where’d I put that damn suit?
I already did this, with the word vines, and i told whoever that i didnt know what they are, but that it rhymes with wines and that i like beer better than wine, not because of the taste but because of other things. But then the site said i was duplicating or something!
i dont know what vines are, but it rhimes with wines, and i love wine, although i like beer better, but sometimes the attitude of wine fits the situation better. its not just the taste what makes a drink good… its the whole thing, you know.
The dragon roared and used her claws to cut through the vines. They surrounded her, keeping her captive. It brought back memories of being captured and forced to dance in front of the other species. Her large body trembled as she roared in frustration before going limp with fear.
I swung along the vines of clarity today only to find myself being strangled all the same. If in fact these vines were strong enough to bear my burdens, I would not be hung up in all of this confusion.
oh jesus, you really wanted me? this has nothing to do with a big photosynthesizing snake, but seriously, you actually wanted me. i want to unfold you like a cell wall if that’s alright with you (which it’s not)
The vines dangled down on her head as she walked through the greenhouse.
“I wonder how I managed to never notice this place before?” she pondered.
Perhaps it was because she was never interested in exploring the house her grandma had once lived in. She had come here as a girl because her parents had forced it, not because she wanted to see the damn place.
The grape vines are the most beautiful. They are colored according to the grapes they produce. It is a mystery how these vines grow and weave in and out of each other. God made them to do this so they would produce the best grapes possible. They are used for all kinds of wines,
the vines twirl and crawl upward on the wall. in and out of the spaces, searching for an area to fill. taking over the old rocky wall that no one uses, now left behind.
Are wrapping around throat. I love the way their bathing soma waves cut my this beautiful marble face.
The vines held my throat. Constricting, pointy, sharp. I couldn’t get rid of them. I started to bleed, my mind overflowing with thoughts. What should I do? What should I say? What about my family? I don’t know, i really don’t know. I felt my breath hitch in my throat, nothing left to say, since I couldn’t say it.
Suppose you were new in town–perhaps you just moved here to start college or something. You make some new friends or acquaintances or what have you and they invite you to a party…but you head over alone, and you’re new in town, so, just your luck, you get a bit lost on your way. Then you find something that belongs to your new friend (acquaintance?) lying, obviously discarded, next to a house or a car or a stone wall or something quite large that’s covered in vines; covered to the point it’s damn near destroyed. What do you do?
Vines can be either beautiful or hideous depending on their context. Vines are wild and, if left untamed, they can be a hinder. Some people use their unpredictable nature to create something beautiful. The first thing to pop into my head are the vines at Wrigley Field.
ñumi ñumi
I don´t kow what they are, I think they are some kind of fruit.
Because wines are beverage.
:( sorry
vines are botanical
they are great for your health and help you through a lot of things, when talking or writing about vines you should consider it’s not easy hence I know nothing about it.I really don’t know anything about it.
I remember the vines going on David Letterman sometime earlier in the last decade, and how the lead singer made a complete ass out of himself because Aspbergers and autism are rough for live performances.
vines creep down
like open wounds in the air,
they twist and dwindle into insignificant stems,
yet it is their connections, their length which gives them worth,
they tell things