Vultures are animals that eat anything thats dead.Vultures also eat poop and whatever any body else leaves behind.I think that vultures are verry nastybut they are a part of the enviornment.
the straits of gibraltar were white with black vultures, eeking out a life over the ocean. We shared our time with them, we lived underneath the shattering caws and hoped that when our time came they might take us up into the sky. I am simply a spectator in this universe, they are the ones who are free.
Carrion eaters, flesh rippers. Vultures, in long coats that eye you from the shadows, the ones that make your skin crawl, the ones you have your nightmares of. The ones who feast upon your tears like you taste of something devine. The Azazels, the Lucifers, the fallen of mankind.
Vultures are an essential part of the ecosystem, helping to dispose of carcasses that would otherwise spread disease and increase the insect population. They have become highly adapted to their food source, losing the feathers on their heads in order to prevent matting from the blood of their food. They have extremely sharp hooked beaks good for tearing through tough hide and ligaments. They represent some of the largest birds in the world, including the giant condor.
hovers around and around, waiting for it’s opportunity to swoop in and take it’s piece of flesh. waiting watching swirling coasting the large carnivor darts in for its feast
Vultures are those scary birds that u see on the side of the orad picking at some dead animal. They are black and have really scary faces. They usually fly in packs but sometimes they fly alone too.You usually see then in desert areas.
skinny neck long, blood stained beak, fless stuck under talons and perhaps caught on the end of the beak though a long wormlike tongue would certainly have polished the tips of the
I had this pet vulture and his name was Assagory. Assagory and I would spend hours at the park trying to pick and men and other Vultures. Assagory was a gay vulture. We would spend hours wprking out trying to look good for our escapades at the park. Stupid Assagory owes me $500.00. One night, while at the park I had to pee. I went to ghugrh
Vulture is like a bird that is really rude and if the bird is going to come after your death then they’re like the angel of death. Except for the fact that a Vulture isn’t pretty no matter if the bird is male or female. Normally the males are pretty birds just because they have to attract the less than average females. Lucky them. Humans are so different in that regard. Very. John Mayer also has a song by this title.
The wind pulsates and the aroma of leaves reach my nose
And the water ruffles into perfect ripples
I stand at the edge peering over into the depths of perfection.
Why is there a vulture overhead?
Circling. Waiting. All to retrieve my remains.
I’m always saddened when I see the vultures circling. It usually mean another deer has been hit on the railroad tracks. It means another bit of this earth has been taken away.
He peers down on your head, and a bit of drool leaks from his beak. He can smell that you will taste very good, if only you weren’t a figment of his imagination.
There were ways to get rid of a person. But some people follow. Follow you around, til you think looking over your shoulder is the only way to move forward. There’s better ways to get rid of a person. There’s better ways to die.
in the sky, dive bombing cars. Hope they don’t crash – oh shit- just hit the windshield. . Now what?
The great circle of life
Here comes one to clean up the mess
Sometimes i feel like im the pray for other people. Like i’m just some piece of meat tha the vultures are just waiting to dine on, and leave the bones behind to decay and decompose when they’re done…
I do not care for people who tend to try to get ahead by stepping on other people. Vultures do that…they’re animals. What happened to compassion and actually earning what you do? Somewhere in this crazy world we have allowed ourselves to be turned into vultures and canabilize other people.
I sit at my desk. Staring. Staring. I can’t look away. I watch my colleagues. They are looking at it too. The one last piece of chocolate. The dying bar. I know if I stand, then one of them will get it first. I might have to sit it out this time. Another will die soon.
swoops inwards and kind of looks like my teacher. I don’t know why, cause she also reminds me of a turtle and they’re not really similar. vultures eat worms, and worms eat poo, so vultures also eat poo i guess. though i suppose pigs eat sloppy shit from a trough, and we eat pigs so i guess we also eat sloppy shit from a trough. I don’t know why that’s got anything to do with vultures.
the big bird swooped overhead, circling, circling, large loops that went on and on, now higher, now lower, time passing, no rush, no hurry, waiting on what comes next.
You prey on me like a vulture but you never strike or attempt to hurt me. I care… I am not a field mouse or a sheep. Vulture take us away from here. Help us examine our deconstruct from reality as well as the cleanliness of our souls.
scavanger…feeds on other’s kill…mostly like the insecure seniors at my workplace…who make us work and then shoot mails in their names…droopy pointed noses…damn these creatures..they all look the same…theyy are flooding our world…soon they will feed on us.
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it was her, taking my life slowly. just wasting, but hten i loved her so much that i just knew she took away all that i hated about myself and made me a better man, just someone i was finally happy with. she was mine, my confessor. i knew her then, but now? i dont know, maybe i dont anymore, but i would like ot find out. still time left? ok, but thats it, thats lal i ever wanted to say. someday to her. so still time left, y isnt there a counter here somewhere. i do love her, and want to spend my life with just her, just her. even without anything else. oh wait there is a counter….
Vultures are large birds that feed on dead animals. They are migratory arriving in the spring and leaving the area before winter sets in. The vultures of our area are large birds that compare in size to eagles or hawks. In other areas vultures grow to be much larger. I have seen vultures up close, and they are ugly creatures. They often have a foul odor because of their diet. Vultures can be used to locate dead creatures that are missing. Cattle owners use them to locate lost stock.
the vulture descended down like he saw a prey, which he did not. he simply enjoyed diving, having read the jonathan seagull stories and whatnots. he was that sort of a vulture: not easygoing but easily gone.
It’s a carrion pigeon, picking away at the flesh and bones of those stranded in the desert under the hot, hot sun. It’s bald, and evil, and unforgiving like a bad politician. There aren’t many good things to say about vultures except how well-designed they are for their environment.
The vultures came quickly to survey the carnage. They strutted around the scene to determine who would be nibbled first. What decisions. They looked fat. Indeed, the war had been good to them.
mean. prying, circling. desperate. ugly. fiends. death. sickly. caw caw caw. desserts.
Vultures are animals that eat anything thats dead.Vultures also eat poop and whatever any body else leaves behind.I think that vultures are verry nastybut they are a part of the enviornment.
the straits of gibraltar were white with black vultures, eeking out a life over the ocean. We shared our time with them, we lived underneath the shattering caws and hoped that when our time came they might take us up into the sky. I am simply a spectator in this universe, they are the ones who are free.
Carrion eaters, flesh rippers. Vultures, in long coats that eye you from the shadows, the ones that make your skin crawl, the ones you have your nightmares of. The ones who feast upon your tears like you taste of something devine. The Azazels, the Lucifers, the fallen of mankind.
Vultures are an essential part of the ecosystem, helping to dispose of carcasses that would otherwise spread disease and increase the insect population. They have become highly adapted to their food source, losing the feathers on their heads in order to prevent matting from the blood of their food. They have extremely sharp hooked beaks good for tearing through tough hide and ligaments. They represent some of the largest birds in the world, including the giant condor.
whenever i see the word vulture… i think of the rhymin’ hiphop culture…
hovers around and around, waiting for it’s opportunity to swoop in and take it’s piece of flesh. waiting watching swirling coasting the large carnivor darts in for its feast
Vultures are those scary birds that u see on the side of the orad picking at some dead animal. They are black and have really scary faces. They usually fly in packs but sometimes they fly alone too.You usually see then in desert areas.
skinny neck long, blood stained beak, fless stuck under talons and perhaps caught on the end of the beak though a long wormlike tongue would certainly have polished the tips of the
I had this pet vulture and his name was Assagory. Assagory and I would spend hours at the park trying to pick and men and other Vultures. Assagory was a gay vulture. We would spend hours wprking out trying to look good for our escapades at the park. Stupid Assagory owes me $500.00. One night, while at the park I had to pee. I went to ghugrh
stark, looming, darkness – harbinger of death!
Vulture is like a bird that is really rude and if the bird is going to come after your death then they’re like the angel of death. Except for the fact that a Vulture isn’t pretty no matter if the bird is male or female. Normally the males are pretty birds just because they have to attract the less than average females. Lucky them. Humans are so different in that regard. Very. John Mayer also has a song by this title.
The Vulture flew across the clear blue sky lurking around eyeing its prey. It caught glimplse of a small rabbit running around in the farm.
The carrion bird picks flesh unabated from the not-yet-dead corpse of the masses… The Vulture, government.
Flying high, seeking, finding, and destroying. Beautiful and brutal. Fierce.
The wind pulsates and the aroma of leaves reach my nose
And the water ruffles into perfect ripples
I stand at the edge peering over into the depths of perfection.
Why is there a vulture overhead?
Circling. Waiting. All to retrieve my remains.
I’m always saddened when I see the vultures circling. It usually mean another deer has been hit on the railroad tracks. It means another bit of this earth has been taken away.
They circled around him like Vultures. Pancing around,There next move was unpredictable.No one knew what they would do to their poor prey.
He peers down on your head, and a bit of drool leaks from his beak. He can smell that you will taste very good, if only you weren’t a figment of his imagination.
There were ways to get rid of a person. But some people follow. Follow you around, til you think looking over your shoulder is the only way to move forward. There’s better ways to get rid of a person. There’s better ways to die.
The Vulture swooped down and attacked his pride.The amazing creature was faster then the wind its self.
in the sky, dive bombing cars. Hope they don’t crash – oh shit- just hit the windshield. . Now what?
The great circle of life
Here comes one to clean up the mess
Sometimes i feel like im the pray for other people. Like i’m just some piece of meat tha the vultures are just waiting to dine on, and leave the bones behind to decay and decompose when they’re done…
I do not care for people who tend to try to get ahead by stepping on other people. Vultures do that…they’re animals. What happened to compassion and actually earning what you do? Somewhere in this crazy world we have allowed ourselves to be turned into vultures and canabilize other people.
The vultures circled the car in the desert heat, mimicking my heart beat with their ever-increasing speed. The sky darkened and I shut my eyes tight.
I sit at my desk. Staring. Staring. I can’t look away. I watch my colleagues. They are looking at it too. The one last piece of chocolate. The dying bar. I know if I stand, then one of them will get it first. I might have to sit it out this time. Another will die soon.
swoops inwards and kind of looks like my teacher. I don’t know why, cause she also reminds me of a turtle and they’re not really similar. vultures eat worms, and worms eat poo, so vultures also eat poo i guess. though i suppose pigs eat sloppy shit from a trough, and we eat pigs so i guess we also eat sloppy shit from a trough. I don’t know why that’s got anything to do with vultures.
the big bird swooped overhead, circling, circling, large loops that went on and on, now higher, now lower, time passing, no rush, no hurry, waiting on what comes next.
You prey on me like a vulture but you never strike or attempt to hurt me. I care… I am not a field mouse or a sheep. Vulture take us away from here. Help us examine our deconstruct from reality as well as the cleanliness of our souls.
oh to be a vulture with such simplistic needs of needing only to conquer dying flesh and devour
slash, strong, tremendous love, what we prefer to wear, clothes, feelings or glances? are we what we wear?
scavanger…feeds on other’s kill…mostly like the insecure seniors at my workplace…who make us work and then shoot mails in their names…droopy pointed noses…damn these creatures..they all look the same…theyy are flooding our world…soon they will feed on us.
but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why but why
it was her, taking my life slowly. just wasting, but hten i loved her so much that i just knew she took away all that i hated about myself and made me a better man, just someone i was finally happy with. she was mine, my confessor. i knew her then, but now? i dont know, maybe i dont anymore, but i would like ot find out. still time left? ok, but thats it, thats lal i ever wanted to say. someday to her. so still time left, y isnt there a counter here somewhere. i do love her, and want to spend my life with just her, just her. even without anything else. oh wait there is a counter….
Vultures are large birds that feed on dead animals. They are migratory arriving in the spring and leaving the area before winter sets in. The vultures of our area are large birds that compare in size to eagles or hawks. In other areas vultures grow to be much larger. I have seen vultures up close, and they are ugly creatures. They often have a foul odor because of their diet. Vultures can be used to locate dead creatures that are missing. Cattle owners use them to locate lost stock.
the vulture descended down like he saw a prey, which he did not. he simply enjoyed diving, having read the jonathan seagull stories and whatnots. he was that sort of a vulture: not easygoing but easily gone.
It’s a carrion pigeon, picking away at the flesh and bones of those stranded in the desert under the hot, hot sun. It’s bald, and evil, and unforgiving like a bad politician. There aren’t many good things to say about vultures except how well-designed they are for their environment.
As I was laying there, broken and bruised, they swarmed around me like vultures:prey.
The vultures came quickly to survey the carnage. They strutted around the scene to determine who would be nibbled first. What decisions. They looked fat. Indeed, the war had been good to them.
That sums up my sister’s Cocker Spaniel to a T. She loves cream buns.