vultures fly on top of black clouds with evil smiles. The clouds are planning to dumb all their waste out tonight. The vultures are smart enough to get out of the way and fly above the clouds.
ravens i am drawn to but not the vulture picking at the leftovers hungry and macabre decay surrounds eerie silence utterly alone no voice to call out and nobody to hear the cries ugliness waits circles overhead for death.
vulture is a weird word, it makes me think of spaghetti, the way the spaghetti wraps around the fork is much like the way death wraps around life and sucks it dry, all sloppy and messy yet so refreshing ang true and necessary, see death is not all that bad, it’s in fact necessary and true and great. it is not a christ followers worst enemy, but rather…
a vulture is like a scavenger but evil. i am pretty sure that vultures not only are sentient with personalities but are planning to take over the world. they want to kill us all, those vultures. you can tell by looking into their eyes. most birds are blank but vultures have something behind those eyes…something sinister. if i had to pick one bird to go up against in a dark alley, the last one i would want to see would be a vulture.
when i think of vulture it’s a bird obviously but then it’s also that feeling you get when you’re about to be really embarrassed and you know it’s coming. Or like you’re in a desert and the lions are looking for water but all they find are vultures. it’s such a sad idea
THe vulture ate as much as it could. There was no more to eat. He was curious. She he took a bite out of dirt, and so he became a dirtavore, for that one day….there is one thing grosser than dirt, and that is poop. So if there’s no meat or poop, be careful or you’ll become a poopavore!
that picture. that poor, weak, frail, dying tiny child being pursued by that ugly, evil, lurching, preying vulture. i could get sick. the quintessential picture of the humanity’s poor being preyed upon, and drained by the rest of the greedy sick world. we are the vulture.
The large open field ate the beginnings of a vulture; it had not been born, not been hatched it never existed. The population of the world was nil. Their were no beings and simply the field and the beginnings of a vulture. There was no time.
vultures eat carrion. they fly around and around and around and around and they don’t have any feathers on their heads. That isn’t really their fault. They were born like that. Its kind of like people. If you think about it. That’s pretty superficial. So there are at least two ways in which people are vulture like. People can feed off of others parasitically or they can be bald.
He stared at her, sitting up at his desk. He crooked his head to the side, just staring, like a vulture. His eyes, empty and cold. A shiver ran down her spine.
“No” she said. “I did not kill him”
whoa vultures. easy bird to identify. they are so misunderstood if you ask me. i feel bad for them, but then again, they are butt ugly. it’s cool though cuz evolution did some interesting stuff to keep them looking good and clean for each other. big bird though. i definitely wouldn’t want one as a pet. people wouldn’t like me, probably. because vultures are pretty scary.
there were a multitude of vultures perched upon a telephone wire. waiting, patiently for the next meal to arrive. as the cars on the highway started to become more frequent, the vultures knew it would only be a matter of time dinner was to arrive. and sure enough, a groundhog decided to test
People. The bastards some of them can be. It’s despicable. They prey and thrive off the misfortune of others. Vultures! Sick despicable rancid vultures. You KNOW that they’re there, but the most frightening thing is, you know it…
The vulture waiting for my soul to die looms closer. He hasn’t much longer to wait. My dreams seem far, my friends farther; my soul’s light is dwindling down. The melted wax from it’s candle flame will extinguish it soon enough.
i all of a sudden felt a little less optimistic about the situation seeing as though we were all of a sudden surrounded by vultures, suddenly it wasnt a great idea, the whole being covered in peanutbutter and chocalate idea went completely to shit.
yea so the stupid idiotic vulture creatures kept poking at the poor female panda bears eyes and there was nothing for us to do, other than wonder why the panda was in a land so far away.
vulture, flying over head, telling me that something is terribly terribly wrong up at home. I push my foot to the gas pedal and press hard, feeling the truck bump it’s way down the dirt road toward the ranch.
I see the problem before I even get there. It’s the dog.
the bird flew down and captured the mouse in his mouth. He flew back to his nest and ripped the bird apart and fed some of it to the baby birds and kept the rest for it self. It then flew back out and ate peoples hearts.
vulture is like a culture.
it is like a bird flying at angles.
a vulture attacks, like cultures do too.
Either vicious or sweet, in depends on the mood.
anxiety of culture brought on by a vulture.
He was pretty. Sitting by the side of the road on a fence post, just waiting for the picture I couldn’t take because it was the one day I didn’t have my camera, and if I’d stopped the car and walked up to him I’m sure he would have flown off. I thought about As I Lay Dying and how Vardaman chased the vulture around because it was trying to eat his dead mother. I wondered what the difference between vultures and buzzards was.
It’s draining, to stay around locked in your room, waiting for the scavengers to swoop down and steal your possessions. Destroy your things. Things earned by working for them or stealing them yourself. The lock that protects is also the device that partakes in the destruction of a person. Look at anybody who has ever closed themselves off from the modern world and they slowly go insane.
the vulture circled the dead body ominously. He considered his lunch as he swooped down from the desert sky. It had been days since his last meal, and he wasn’t about to miss his chance. As he approached his meal he noticed that he was bald.
a word vulture is someone who eats words preferably from dead languages
The vulture removed his diamond ring and preyed on young girls innocence souls-devouring their souls whole.
vultures fly on top of black clouds with evil smiles. The clouds are planning to dumb all their waste out tonight. The vultures are smart enough to get out of the way and fly above the clouds.
ravens i am drawn to but not the vulture picking at the leftovers hungry and macabre decay surrounds eerie silence utterly alone no voice to call out and nobody to hear the cries ugliness waits circles overhead for death.
its gross
bird
death
carass
eww
savannah
lion king
jungle book
lalalalaaaa
beatles
omg!
music
bari
thea
hannah
musiccccc
Vulture:
Most of humanity today.
Everyone wanting something from you, offering nothing in return.
vultures wait. and don’t wait. look at that bar going across the top. i am temporarily distracted. vultures don’t get distracted.
vulture is a weird word, it makes me think of spaghetti, the way the spaghetti wraps around the fork is much like the way death wraps around life and sucks it dry, all sloppy and messy yet so refreshing ang true and necessary, see death is not all that bad, it’s in fact necessary and true and great. it is not a christ followers worst enemy, but rather…
a vulture is like a scavenger but evil. i am pretty sure that vultures not only are sentient with personalities but are planning to take over the world. they want to kill us all, those vultures. you can tell by looking into their eyes. most birds are blank but vultures have something behind those eyes…something sinister. if i had to pick one bird to go up against in a dark alley, the last one i would want to see would be a vulture.
when i think of vulture it’s a bird obviously but then it’s also that feeling you get when you’re about to be really embarrassed and you know it’s coming. Or like you’re in a desert and the lions are looking for water but all they find are vultures. it’s such a sad idea
well i dont like vultures that much i mean all they do is sit there and watch and wait for prey to lie on the road and then they go feed. ew
THe vulture ate as much as it could. There was no more to eat. He was curious. She he took a bite out of dirt, and so he became a dirtavore, for that one day….there is one thing grosser than dirt, and that is poop. So if there’s no meat or poop, be careful or you’ll become a poopavore!
that picture. that poor, weak, frail, dying tiny child being pursued by that ugly, evil, lurching, preying vulture. i could get sick. the quintessential picture of the humanity’s poor being preyed upon, and drained by the rest of the greedy sick world. we are the vulture.
The large open field ate the beginnings of a vulture; it had not been born, not been hatched it never existed. The population of the world was nil. Their were no beings and simply the field and the beginnings of a vulture. There was no time.
vultures eat carrion. they fly around and around and around and around and they don’t have any feathers on their heads. That isn’t really their fault. They were born like that. Its kind of like people. If you think about it. That’s pretty superficial. So there are at least two ways in which people are vulture like. People can feed off of others parasitically or they can be bald.
He stared at her, sitting up at his desk. He crooked his head to the side, just staring, like a vulture. His eyes, empty and cold. A shiver ran down her spine.
“No” she said. “I did not kill him”
Death decay and nature’s visceral vacuum. Phones ring and nature responds.
birds, scavengers, carnivores, ugly , stinky, thieves, evil,, dumb, desert, bullies, groups, bald, turkeys cousin..lol, epic
whoa vultures. easy bird to identify. they are so misunderstood if you ask me. i feel bad for them, but then again, they are butt ugly. it’s cool though cuz evolution did some interesting stuff to keep them looking good and clean for each other. big bird though. i definitely wouldn’t want one as a pet. people wouldn’t like me, probably. because vultures are pretty scary.
there were a multitude of vultures perched upon a telephone wire. waiting, patiently for the next meal to arrive. as the cars on the highway started to become more frequent, the vultures knew it would only be a matter of time dinner was to arrive. and sure enough, a groundhog decided to test
Vultures watching.
observing
Catcus
Campers
Graveyard
Campus
Dorm
Roommate,
A life-sucking vulture.
People. The bastards some of them can be. It’s despicable. They prey and thrive off the misfortune of others. Vultures! Sick despicable rancid vultures. You KNOW that they’re there, but the most frightening thing is, you know it…
Vulture are sickly and disgusting, feeding on carrion, carrying the carrion through their bowels and entrails into their intestines. All sickening.
The vulture waiting for my soul to die looms closer. He hasn’t much longer to wait. My dreams seem far, my friends farther; my soul’s light is dwindling down. The melted wax from it’s candle flame will extinguish it soon enough.
i all of a sudden felt a little less optimistic about the situation seeing as though we were all of a sudden surrounded by vultures, suddenly it wasnt a great idea, the whole being covered in peanutbutter and chocalate idea went completely to shit.
Disintegrating, reeking carcass of heart. Rotten, mushy corpse of mind. Thanks a lot. I’m sure you think it’s delish.
yea so the stupid idiotic vulture creatures kept poking at the poor female panda bears eyes and there was nothing for us to do, other than wonder why the panda was in a land so far away.
vulture, flying over head, telling me that something is terribly terribly wrong up at home. I push my foot to the gas pedal and press hard, feeling the truck bump it’s way down the dirt road toward the ranch.
I see the problem before I even get there. It’s the dog.
vulture is a disgusting creature that pukes on you to save itself. i know many people who resemble vultures actually.
Vultures have black feathers and menacing faces. They are evil carnivores who eat live animals and would eat you too. They live in dry places.
vultures are awesome because they barf on their legs to keep cool on hot summer days.
vulture
vulture on the wall, who is the ugliest of them all?
you scavenge here, near and far, you pick the bones clean of souls and look for more
the bird flew down and captured the mouse in his mouth. He flew back to his nest and ripped the bird apart and fed some of it to the baby birds and kept the rest for it self. It then flew back out and ate peoples hearts.
vulture is like a culture.
it is like a bird flying at angles.
a vulture attacks, like cultures do too.
Either vicious or sweet, in depends on the mood.
anxiety of culture brought on by a vulture.
He was pretty. Sitting by the side of the road on a fence post, just waiting for the picture I couldn’t take because it was the one day I didn’t have my camera, and if I’d stopped the car and walked up to him I’m sure he would have flown off. I thought about As I Lay Dying and how Vardaman chased the vulture around because it was trying to eat his dead mother. I wondered what the difference between vultures and buzzards was.
It’s a dark creature that is mostly used to signify death or despair. It’s pretty damn ugly looking too.
It’s draining, to stay around locked in your room, waiting for the scavengers to swoop down and steal your possessions. Destroy your things. Things earned by working for them or stealing them yourself. The lock that protects is also the device that partakes in the destruction of a person. Look at anybody who has ever closed themselves off from the modern world and they slowly go insane.
a vulture is circling above.
do i look like a dead carcuss?
whats he thinking
whats goin on with my life
he has no business judging me…
wtf
the vulture circled the dead body ominously. He considered his lunch as he swooped down from the desert sky. It had been days since his last meal, and he wasn’t about to miss his chance. As he approached his meal he noticed that he was bald.
Standing there
waiting
for me to
leave
Evil woman
Trying to have your prey
my son
You want to move in on him
Take him away
Before my time is done.
Back off
You creature of the night
he is still mine