Yes I was. And I knew it. But it didn’t seem to stop me I continued on the path. I was quite conscious of the warning, of some of the implications of my actions, but that gave me no power to stop. It certainly provided me with plenty of guilt. And now I spend too much time trying to appease that guilt, as if it were a living force in need of a great deal of attention. And then it becomes the vicious cycle of trying to rid myself of the guilt which only makes the guilt noisier. Am I done yet? Does this tell me when to stop? I thought it was timed. Ok I time myself out.
I was warned of the impending storm which was deem to have the most potential for damage. It was with hindsight that I curtailed my travel plans and head for back home to secure my personal belonging.
I warned you not to,
As you walked into the autumn leaves,
they danced around your head trying to pull you back.
I said it wasn’t a good idea,
and that you would never come back.
You promised to write
you promised to visit
so I waited.
I wait each autumn for you to come back.
And all that returns are the dancing leaves.
We have all been warned, yet we don’t listen. We plod along, tired, uset, missing the ooint, Misisng our life. We only get one. There is no other. Use it, or don’t. It is up to you. There isno second chance, no redo. Get up and live the time you have. Don’t wait for something that will never be.
I’m very passive aggressive, if I get mad I won’t yell or scream but I might pee in your milk for the next five years, just saying. You’ve been warned.
I was warned to stay away, but like a curious child, i was drawn to what the man had to offer. Bold colors, bright lights and carefree music led me to part with my money, pull the curtain back and enter the menagerie of the circus. Instantly I was struck with a new sense of dread, that of when I would have to leave.
You have been warned. This has gone wrong before. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. This is a very dangerous task you are about to undertake. Are you up for it? Do you think you are ready? Think again…
A steep wind came rushing in and patted my face with rain droplets – think and oily and nasty. This was a warning I knew. A warning about things to come
who can warned me about anything…warning is my hobby not yu]ours u bitch…ok we have to say that i have been warned to write about u…but its not a warning ony i took it as a warning. Ok…let remove this warning. be happy.
flashing red lights, skin tingling, my mother with that look on her face that says “I told you what would happen if…but you wouldn’t listen…”, that sinking feeling, the sense that the world is an entirely new place that you simply don’t recognise and you’re going to have to re-learn everything you thought you ever understand, and find a way to understand it anew
Please be careful when you go down there. Its dangerous. They’ve told us about what has happened to people; they’ve told us about the tragedies. They’ve warned us about what to watch out for. Please, be careful. I don’t know what I would do without you in my life.
I warned you not to come in here, but you didn’t listen. Get in here and sit down or I’ll blow your brains out. So, since you’ve already caught us I’ll tell you the story.
all it took my last story. the evil redhead that stole something from me i coiuld never get back. i ignored all the signs. i woke in the morning only to find a note taped to the mirror. thatnks for the wonderful evening sesaled with red liprstick. red head s
Ich habe dich gewarnt.
Immer und immer wieder habe ich dich gewarnt.
Doch hast wie immer nicht auf mich gehört.
So wie du nie auf mich hörst.
Warum hörst du nie auf mich?
Ich weiß es doch. Ich weiß es besser.
Ich warne dich nicht aus Spaß.
Warum hast du mir nicht einbisschen mehr vertraut?
He had warned her: he was no good. He had said stay away. He had said all he does is ruin people’s lives. He had said he was no good for himself, let alone anyone else.
He had said all these things but she had thought it was some twisted man, a case of the Byronic hero. But there was nothing ideal about him. Nothing good.
She had been warned but had not heeded his words
forwarned. some tells you not to do something. you do it anyways. you get in trouble. they told you not to. who do you blame? yourself? they did warn you. yet for some reason it feels like its their fault for not insisiting you dont do it. at what point does it not become their job anymore. when does it stop being their job and become your responsibility?
You’ve been warned repeatedly not to get into the peanut butter candy dish but now look at you, covered in little black southern fried ants and boy do they have attitude, slapping high fives and retying their bandanas with such little regard for your personal dignity, in fact, I see one opening up shop for the local pawn emporium right now. You’ll never recover from this grave indignity.
You have been warned. I will never forgive you if you fuck me over. This is your first and only chance to tell me honestly what you truly intend for this to be. If you simply want to fuck me, tell me, because if you lead me to believe this is something more than it is, I will murder you. You have been warned.
i was warned by the vision in my mind o what i saw on that blank saturday afternoon. I couldn’t speak, hear or think of what made me ponder the severance between our souls. I was parched and thirsty for your love, but I walked with a vengeance away from the situation as if I were told to leave our memories in the past one too many times before. How can we make this better, I wondered?
People warn you to do things but we never listen. Everybody just do whatever they feel like doing despite being warned. Only when we actually get hurt do we understand the warning. People learn through experience not by listening to what others have to say.
I warned you, buddy! Stay off my fucking lawn! GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT. This place is for Jews only. I enjoy my time with my children. Please be sure of yourself here as I warned you. Warned you. Again, like ticker-tape…you’re beautiful when you’re warned… thanks
He warned me he would love me and never let me go, a warning gone unfollowed and I trusted my heart. Little did I know that he would be the one to tear me apart. Maybe another time.
zombies are coming. They are coming. Grab that shotgun off the wall, I’ll use what’s left in my pistol. Go through this door now! If we make it to the fields we’ll make it!
My breathe rushed out in hurried gasps as I stumbled my way through the thick under growth, one thing on my mind. I had to get to him. I had to find Jace. He had to be warned.
I warned you not to hurt me, I warned you to never come close enough to break me, you warmed me not to fall in love with you and I did. Why didn’t I listen to your warnings? We knew this was bad we knew it was not a good idea we warned each other and I don’t know why it’s my own fault why I feel this way. Warning each other and sending signals I really can not believe that this is what it is now, after we done our fair share of warning each other.
I warned them, but they didn’t listen. They laughed at my carefully twisted dryer lint fire starters, and at the dried mango I had packed carefully into little baggies. They called me a crack smoker because I carried a lighter with me, and a knife. But I was the one laughing when the world came down, and I was the only one who was prepared.
I push myself up against the door, and behind it there is twine that has eyes creaking through, its got a hoold of the knob, and I try to smack it but I’m too weak and every blow goes in slow-mo, My hair is so long, and my beard is unkept, and I fall back on the floor, while the twine comes in and has a look that I nned to accept
You’ve been warned. I warned you once, don’t go out and do that shit to yourself. But nooo, you decide to go do it anyway, against my will. I warned you. I warned you, man. And you fucking regretted it. You still do, I just know it. How the fuck can that be “God’s will” for you when I warned you? There’s no logic behind that, now is there? All I know, is that you’ve been warned once again. I hope you finally use some of your fucking sense and listen to me for once.
You have been warned. Now, I’m sure you’re wondering exactly what you’ve been warned about, but I can’t tell you that, because I’ve been warned, too. If I were to tell you exactly what to fear, you’d never learn for yourself, now would you? Exactly. I think I’ve made my point.
I have warned you to think first before speaking. Is it my fault that you got yourself into so much trouble? No… I warned you.
“…You have been warned,” the spooky voice said.
But I couldn’t figure out how to get away from the haunted castle. Who cares if the ghost warned me or not. I was stuck there.
i warned you not to piss me off..i warned you to get out of my way.i warned you id be the man someday that was going to get you.
Yes I was. And I knew it. But it didn’t seem to stop me I continued on the path. I was quite conscious of the warning, of some of the implications of my actions, but that gave me no power to stop. It certainly provided me with plenty of guilt. And now I spend too much time trying to appease that guilt, as if it were a living force in need of a great deal of attention. And then it becomes the vicious cycle of trying to rid myself of the guilt which only makes the guilt noisier. Am I done yet? Does this tell me when to stop? I thought it was timed. Ok I time myself out.
I have been warned against God and milk and heat, but I have never been warned against belief and drink and warmth. I relinquish.
I was warned of the impending storm which was deem to have the most potential for damage. It was with hindsight that I curtailed my travel plans and head for back home to secure my personal belonging.
I warned you not to,
As you walked into the autumn leaves,
they danced around your head trying to pull you back.
I said it wasn’t a good idea,
and that you would never come back.
You promised to write
you promised to visit
so I waited.
I wait each autumn for you to come back.
And all that returns are the dancing leaves.
We have all been warned, yet we don’t listen. We plod along, tired, uset, missing the ooint, Misisng our life. We only get one. There is no other. Use it, or don’t. It is up to you. There isno second chance, no redo. Get up and live the time you have. Don’t wait for something that will never be.
I’m very passive aggressive, if I get mad I won’t yell or scream but I might pee in your milk for the next five years, just saying. You’ve been warned.
I was warned to stay away, but like a curious child, i was drawn to what the man had to offer. Bold colors, bright lights and carefree music led me to part with my money, pull the curtain back and enter the menagerie of the circus. Instantly I was struck with a new sense of dread, that of when I would have to leave.
You have been warned. This has gone wrong before. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. This is a very dangerous task you are about to undertake. Are you up for it? Do you think you are ready? Think again…
Live fully. Be your best. Excel in your strengths. Otherwise someone else will beat you to the punch. Maybe. You have been…informed.
Be warned about tricksters who want entise you with false ideas about your future. Be warned about diet fads, that is exactly what they are.
War…N….Ed–ucation….
A steep wind came rushing in and patted my face with rain droplets – think and oily and nasty. This was a warning I knew. A warning about things to come
who can warned me about anything…warning is my hobby not yu]ours u bitch…ok we have to say that i have been warned to write about u…but its not a warning ony i took it as a warning. Ok…let remove this warning. be happy.
as if the small, simple — yet continuous — reminders weren’t warning enough. how could one person be so irrevocably naive?
flashing red lights, skin tingling, my mother with that look on her face that says “I told you what would happen if…but you wouldn’t listen…”, that sinking feeling, the sense that the world is an entirely new place that you simply don’t recognise and you’re going to have to re-learn everything you thought you ever understand, and find a way to understand it anew
“You’ve been warned,” she said coolly, setting down the revolver on the table. “Please don’t make me repeat myself.”
He looked down at the revolver, which was half-melted and still glowing like a hot coal.
“That…okay, I admit that was frightening,” he muttered.
Please be careful when you go down there. Its dangerous. They’ve told us about what has happened to people; they’ve told us about the tragedies. They’ve warned us about what to watch out for. Please, be careful. I don’t know what I would do without you in my life.
I tried to warn you, if you pried, you wouldn’t like what you find. Maybe I did sleep with someone else.
I warned you not to come in here, but you didn’t listen. Get in here and sit down or I’ll blow your brains out. So, since you’ve already caught us I’ll tell you the story.
all it took my last story. the evil redhead that stole something from me i coiuld never get back. i ignored all the signs. i woke in the morning only to find a note taped to the mirror. thatnks for the wonderful evening sesaled with red liprstick. red head s
Ich habe dich gewarnt.
Immer und immer wieder habe ich dich gewarnt.
Doch hast wie immer nicht auf mich gehört.
So wie du nie auf mich hörst.
Warum hörst du nie auf mich?
Ich weiß es doch. Ich weiß es besser.
Ich warne dich nicht aus Spaß.
Warum hast du mir nicht einbisschen mehr vertraut?
He had warned her: he was no good. He had said stay away. He had said all he does is ruin people’s lives. He had said he was no good for himself, let alone anyone else.
He had said all these things but she had thought it was some twisted man, a case of the Byronic hero. But there was nothing ideal about him. Nothing good.
She had been warned but had not heeded his words
forwarned. some tells you not to do something. you do it anyways. you get in trouble. they told you not to. who do you blame? yourself? they did warn you. yet for some reason it feels like its their fault for not insisiting you dont do it. at what point does it not become their job anymore. when does it stop being their job and become your responsibility?
You’ve been warned repeatedly not to get into the peanut butter candy dish but now look at you, covered in little black southern fried ants and boy do they have attitude, slapping high fives and retying their bandanas with such little regard for your personal dignity, in fact, I see one opening up shop for the local pawn emporium right now. You’ll never recover from this grave indignity.
You have been warned. I will never forgive you if you fuck me over. This is your first and only chance to tell me honestly what you truly intend for this to be. If you simply want to fuck me, tell me, because if you lead me to believe this is something more than it is, I will murder you. You have been warned.
i was warned by the vision in my mind o what i saw on that blank saturday afternoon. I couldn’t speak, hear or think of what made me ponder the severance between our souls. I was parched and thirsty for your love, but I walked with a vengeance away from the situation as if I were told to leave our memories in the past one too many times before. How can we make this better, I wondered?
People warn you to do things but we never listen. Everybody just do whatever they feel like doing despite being warned. Only when we actually get hurt do we understand the warning. People learn through experience not by listening to what others have to say.
I warned you, buddy! Stay off my fucking lawn! GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT. This place is for Jews only. I enjoy my time with my children. Please be sure of yourself here as I warned you. Warned you. Again, like ticker-tape…you’re beautiful when you’re warned… thanks
He warned me he would love me and never let me go, a warning gone unfollowed and I trusted my heart. Little did I know that he would be the one to tear me apart. Maybe another time.
zombie
zombies are coming. They are coming. Grab that shotgun off the wall, I’ll use what’s left in my pistol. Go through this door now! If we make it to the fields we’ll make it!
i warned you, you should have known better.
there might as well be no limits to your fate, but maybe there are limits to your daily happiness.
My breathe rushed out in hurried gasps as I stumbled my way through the thick under growth, one thing on my mind. I had to get to him. I had to find Jace. He had to be warned.
I warned you not to hurt me, I warned you to never come close enough to break me, you warmed me not to fall in love with you and I did. Why didn’t I listen to your warnings? We knew this was bad we knew it was not a good idea we warned each other and I don’t know why it’s my own fault why I feel this way. Warning each other and sending signals I really can not believe that this is what it is now, after we done our fair share of warning each other.
I warned them, but they didn’t listen. They laughed at my carefully twisted dryer lint fire starters, and at the dried mango I had packed carefully into little baggies. They called me a crack smoker because I carried a lighter with me, and a knife. But I was the one laughing when the world came down, and I was the only one who was prepared.
I push myself up against the door, and behind it there is twine that has eyes creaking through, its got a hoold of the knob, and I try to smack it but I’m too weak and every blow goes in slow-mo, My hair is so long, and my beard is unkept, and I fall back on the floor, while the twine comes in and has a look that I nned to accept
You’ve been warned. I warned you once, don’t go out and do that shit to yourself. But nooo, you decide to go do it anyway, against my will. I warned you. I warned you, man. And you fucking regretted it. You still do, I just know it. How the fuck can that be “God’s will” for you when I warned you? There’s no logic behind that, now is there? All I know, is that you’ve been warned once again. I hope you finally use some of your fucking sense and listen to me for once.
You have been warned. Now, I’m sure you’re wondering exactly what you’ve been warned about, but I can’t tell you that, because I’ve been warned, too. If I were to tell you exactly what to fear, you’d never learn for yourself, now would you? Exactly. I think I’ve made my point.