Wanted Dead or Alive! I kind of fantasize about doing something awful that would land me on a wanted poster. Imagine me, hanging in a post office or a supermarket.
today i am a member of society…today i love myself..today i am me..im a great woman who today my kids love..i love myself and im the happiest womam ever….just for today im going to be me…
posters wnated by the police wnated by families and lovers good to be wanted sometimesmostof us wnat tot be wanted unless you are wnated on a wanted poster i would guess I wanted to go to the Nothr Shore and I did. I wanted to go back and I didn’t wnated, want, wnating, nothing indeed shall I want there is no want in the gloris reign of heanven wanted wanted wanted–there can be too much of it, too wanted by the family and the mother ca be way too much everyon in need of some part of you that is not good wanting or wanted or want It seems sixty seconds can be a fairly long time while writing about the waord wanted! wanted to start this and now want to finish it! Want to know what is the prize and wnat to know how one knows whae
i am wanted again…i am finally wanted again…by me. i love me again. i like the person i am again, i know the face in the mirror every morning now. maybe now i can work on loving others too…
Jerry didn’t know why he had stolen the car. It looked like the one his Dad had before he died. Reminded him of the Firebird from Smokey and the Bandit and he wanted it. He was having a similar adventure now as the lights of at least 7 cop cars flashed in the rear view.
it’s so good to be wanted. so very nice. everyone wants to feel that way. we all want things, we know what it’s like to want things. so naturally when the process is reversed it means quite a lot to us.
I wanted a different word than “wanted” – wanted something more original and exciting. Something I wanted to express – not something I didn’t want to express.
I am not wanted. Not in the way I want to be wanted, anyway. I’m wanted in a professional sense, because I do good work. But I want to be WANTED in a passionate way. And not just by anyone, but by the right someone. And now.
When I hear the word wanted, I think of the Bon Jovi song, “Dead or Alive.” I don’t particularly like the song, but I can hear the screeching of “Wanted, Wanted, Dead or Alive” as clear as day. It is a weird word. I also think of wanted posters and criminals. I feel like I am living in the Old West.
I wanted the moon, I wanted the sun, I wanted everything that was to be found in this world. My wants stretched from sky to land, it surpassed all expectations, it encompassed the wants of everyone. I wanted the mind of a god and the gait of a conqueror. I want
I was there on the run. Who would have thought that they would be chasing after me with those dogs? I thought i would be safe. They told me, it was a completely legal job. Just go in, open a document on the computer and then I could go. But when i opened the document, I realized things were not as they seemed.
wanted. he was wanted for his style, his hair, his clothes, the way he spoke exuded a sense of knowing something better than the rest of us. The camera wanted him, but sadly he lived a life in isolation, a life that was apart from the rest that wanted him. in this way he was both wanted and not wanted. To want and to be alone.
Wanted Dead or Alive! I kind of fantasize about doing something awful that would land me on a wanted poster. Imagine me, hanging in a post office or a supermarket.
A PERSON WHO THINKS FOR THE BRIGHT SIGHT FOR THE FUTURE
A PERSON WHO ALWAYS THINKSFOR A NEW IDEA
What I wanted then,
I no longer want,
I got it and now I need something else.
criminal dogs killers bad human cowboy jinxed
to place
today i am a member of society…today i love myself..today i am me..im a great woman who today my kids love..i love myself and im the happiest womam ever….just for today im going to be me…
i am waNTED FOR RUBBER..a hart of a great men.
the police want someone who kills people
the police want someone who kills people
the police want someone who kills people
the police want someone who kills people
the police want someone who kills people
the police want someone who kills people
the police want someone who kills people
there was a man who is wanted he is very bad
there was a man that was wanted is very talented
posters wnated by the police wnated by families and lovers good to be wanted sometimesmostof us wnat tot be wanted unless you are wnated on a wanted poster i would guess I wanted to go to the Nothr Shore and I did. I wanted to go back and I didn’t wnated, want, wnating, nothing indeed shall I want there is no want in the gloris reign of heanven wanted wanted wanted–there can be too much of it, too wanted by the family and the mother ca be way too much everyon in need of some part of you that is not good wanting or wanted or want It seems sixty seconds can be a fairly long time while writing about the waord wanted! wanted to start this and now want to finish it! Want to know what is the prize and wnat to know how one knows whae
i am wanted again…i am finally wanted again…by me. i love me again. i like the person i am again, i know the face in the mirror every morning now. maybe now i can work on loving others too…
Jerry didn’t know why he had stolen the car. It looked like the one his Dad had before he died. Reminded him of the Firebird from Smokey and the Bandit and he wanted it. He was having a similar adventure now as the lights of at least 7 cop cars flashed in the rear view.
it’s so good to be wanted. so very nice. everyone wants to feel that way. we all want things, we know what it’s like to want things. so naturally when the process is reversed it means quite a lot to us.
I wanted a different word than “wanted” – wanted something more original and exciting. Something I wanted to express – not something I didn’t want to express.
I am not wanted. Not in the way I want to be wanted, anyway. I’m wanted in a professional sense, because I do good work. But I want to be WANTED in a passionate way. And not just by anyone, but by the right someone. And now.
When I hear the word wanted, I think of the Bon Jovi song, “Dead or Alive.” I don’t particularly like the song, but I can hear the screeching of “Wanted, Wanted, Dead or Alive” as clear as day. It is a weird word. I also think of wanted posters and criminals. I feel like I am living in the Old West.
I wanted the moon, I wanted the sun, I wanted everything that was to be found in this world. My wants stretched from sky to land, it surpassed all expectations, it encompassed the wants of everyone. I wanted the mind of a god and the gait of a conqueror. I want
To be wanted is to be desired. Can be more of a negative term, however, in the context of “wanted man” or wanted in terms of jealousy. Wanted i
I was there on the run. Who would have thought that they would be chasing after me with those dogs? I thought i would be safe. They told me, it was a completely legal job. Just go in, open a document on the computer and then I could go. But when i opened the document, I realized things were not as they seemed.
wanted. he was wanted for his style, his hair, his clothes, the way he spoke exuded a sense of knowing something better than the rest of us. The camera wanted him, but sadly he lived a life in isolation, a life that was apart from the rest that wanted him. in this way he was both wanted and not wanted. To want and to be alone.
they want a piece of me, they wanna take me down. i’m gonna keep running forever and those pigs will never get me! never!