My mom loves bandanas. She wears them all of the time. She also insists on making my baby sister and the dog wear them. Whenever she sees a bandana at the store, she buys it. Especially the ones with cute, paisley patterns or skulls with crossbones. I love that such a simple thing can please someone, and how I love the constant reminder of my mother. Oh, bandanas.
I once had a group of friends that I’d play Survivor with in middle school. These people grew to be my best friends in the world, and I still keep the bandanas we used to play that game. We are all no longer close, but I look at it occasionally to remember the good times we had.
Bandana it used to be what you wore to hold your hair back while you cleaned now a days its the color you wear out of your back pocket….oh how the times have changed….
she found a bandana in the box upstairs. she showed him and he grinned, pulling an old cowboy hat out of a box. she wrapped the bandana around her face and he put on his hat, and they hid behind boxes, trying not to sneeze as they had a cowboy stand off in the old western town of their imagination.
There are so many things. the color yellow at Nomads signifying the different tribes we are in symbolizing the tribes and people that have not yet heard the name of Jesus, the Most high King.
He was a bandit. Just like the old cowboy movies Daddy loved so much. All that was missing was a bandana pulled high, covering all but his striking green eyes. Well, she always did love the bad boys.
I think that the criminals that would wear a bandanna reflect my crime in leading me to this word. I feel guilty and angry and sorry. Do they ever feel sorry?
she found a bandana in the box upstairs. she showed him and he grinned, pulling an old cowboy hat out of a box. she wrapped the bandana around her face and he put on his hat, and they hid behind boxes, trying not to sneeze as they had a stand off in the old western town of their imagination.
There was a bandana sitting on the window ledge right outside my room. I saw it flutter in the wind. It was red, green and yellow. Strange colors to mix together. I wonder who put it there. It didn’t belong to me. Whoever had bought it decided I would like it. They were very wrong. It was weird. I don’t understand how one could wear such bandana.
I think that the criminals that would wear a bandana reflect my crime in leading me to this word. I feel guilty and angry and sorry. Do they ever feel sorry?
sometimes I wear them around my head. other times around my feet. they are pretty and colorful and I like them. perhaps I should make them a daily accessory. I wish my friends wore more them. if I could eat them I would, why not? it sounds like banana so it should be edible like one. I wish I was wearing one now instead of my boring headband, it would make like so much better. I want a yellow one. and I want to give it to my fish.
He raised the bandana over his face, covering nose and mouth. The smell was nauseating and of course it came right through the cloth. There was no blocking out the stench. He grabbed the first limb from the scene. The other unrecognizable bits were strewn about…
bandana rhymes with bandana. i associate it with pirates, hippies, raves. red, blue paisley patterns. tied one on bandit my german shepherd, red to contrast with his black and brown fur. he looked like a badass. cotton fabric, absorbent,
She slowly untied the bandana from around her head, and looked around. She had been shielding her eyes from the world for too long, and now she knew that she was strong enough to face the horrors again. What she saw was horrible, but she knew now. She’d rather see the truth than the cold and deceivingly comforting darkness.
A bandana is a simple thing. It is a simple thing with many mysteries. Do you know what lies behind a bandana, whether it is around your head, your arm, or your leg? A bandana can hide battle wounds, can hold the pieces together, or even be a reminder that tethers you to this ugly reality of life.
Wrap it around your wrist and hold my hand. Let’s pretend we are something that we are not so that we can pretend this will actually last forever. Ignore everything around us so that nothing will shatter the illusion. Forget that this is the worst thing either of us will ever do. Remember in the future that we used to love. Remember that we used to be happy. It was both real, and a lie. Should that mean we can’t be wrapped up in each other for the moment?
The guy in the laundry mat had a bandana wrapped around his head. He was kinda scary–maybe a gang member? I wasn’t sure, so I took my wet clothes and moved along. I may have died if I’d gone into that laundry mat–how could I know???
I remember the first time is seen someone with a bandana on. the bandana did not stand out at first. the bandana simply was a bandana. my opinion of a bandana changed when i saw my friend wear a bandana.
A cowboy wears a bandana. There is a song called Montana where a guy sings about wearing a bandana, his spurs are of silver his pony is grey. I don’t know what else to say about bandana. you wear it like a scarf for your head. It can be colored and mistaken for a handkerchief. it also looks like banana, except with a d. You can also wear a bandana over your face if you rob a bank, which I don’t recommend doing. It’s a good way to disguise yourself though.
bandanas make me want to dance traditional filipino dances. they also make me think of thugs and robbers. on a completely different note, now i want a banana.
my grandpa gave me a wooden nickel once, and told me never to take wooden nickels from people. one day i visited a buffalo farm called wooden nickel and i accepted one from the man at the register. i didnt mean to.
He rode into town on a grey horse wearing a bandana around his face. I knew he was trouble by the look in his eyes. But I couldn’t help myself. I ran to edge of my property just to see what would happen next. Is is possible? Could HE have come back.
Heat lightning pulses in the summer night. Our clothes are so hot they feel burdensome. I see the sweat gathering along your hairline in the dying glow of our flashlight.
Oh, hmm. I didn’t know this was just one word a day. Makes sense! Well, I recently got a new turquoise bandana from the retreat I went on as an adult leader. I love it so much. It makes me remember the fun times I had when I was in high school, and when I went on the retreat in high school. Back then, I got a zebra print bandana. Love it! It’s packed away now. Keepsake.
the little moments are the ones he appreciates most. the feel of a balmy breeze. the splash of a dive into cold water. the warmth of a campfire. the end of a tree climb. he forgets when and where he lost his best friend along the way.
I can’t think what to do, my bandana hides nothing. All wil recognize me, none shall be fooled. For my disguise is imperfect, a flawed mask through which all may peer. Plus, it’s tacky.
A cover up yet a symbol as to my infamy. To those who see it fear trickles down their backs and through their nerves. My gun is my religion, a weapon who’s number of chambers is as unholy as it gets. The western’s gun they call it. I am billy the kid.
gangster, there we go load the guns get on the road attack yeah you see them running scream hiding its their fault, you know? becuse they went against us traitors traitors in the government you could be hanged for that! but u see, we dont hurt them oh no no , here we only hurt the ones they love so that those traitors must live with the pain of knowing that its all there fault, oh what a shame.
I really like bandanas, sometimes they can represent your true gang colors. Sometimes you can tie them on your arm, or be old and blow your nose, or have them in your backpocket to wipe your brow. Or sometimes you just leave it at home cause it sucks and you finally realized it. Thats about all I can really say other than it rhymes with banana and I’m hungry.
the wax is dripping and sloshing about in a hot medeley in the pan below the candle as it burns the black bandana. he wasn’t ever a religious person, but symbolism felt real. this is how he divorces his past.
i once wore a bandana to a redneck party. it was alot of fun. for my good friends bday. i also had to wear a bandana whenever we grouped around the fire back in the day in girlscouts. reminiscent.
About ten maybe eleven years ago I was in high school. I was on dance-team and it was my senior year. We did a routine to the song “Word Up” and it was a hip hop routine. It was terrible. Within the dance we battled each other (kung fu style) but the best part was, we all wore bandannas. I felt like a bad ass.
I love bandana’s because I can wear them and look like a cowboy. I can also use bandana’s when I want to play on a team and have a certain color bandana. Sometimes I put a bandana around my dogs neck as a collar. It is pretty neat.
Sometimes we use things to cover up our senses. We wear glasses to keep in our visions, bandanas to keep in our thoughts. Because some thoughts are better kept in our heads. I keep my bandana in my bag, so that when I’m feeling free, I can place it on my head.
My mom loves bandanas. She wears them all of the time. She also insists on making my baby sister and the dog wear them. Whenever she sees a bandana at the store, she buys it. Especially the ones with cute, paisley patterns or skulls with crossbones. I love that such a simple thing can please someone, and how I love the constant reminder of my mother. Oh, bandanas.
hot summer nights. rodeos. cowboy hats. happy. music. country. grass and dust. trucks. denim. love.
I once had a group of friends that I’d play Survivor with in middle school. These people grew to be my best friends in the world, and I still keep the bandanas we used to play that game. We are all no longer close, but I look at it occasionally to remember the good times we had.
Bandana it used to be what you wore to hold your hair back while you cleaned now a days its the color you wear out of your back pocket….oh how the times have changed….
she found a bandana in the box upstairs. she showed him and he grinned, pulling an old cowboy hat out of a box. she wrapped the bandana around her face and he put on his hat, and they hid behind boxes, trying not to sneeze as they had a cowboy stand off in the old western town of their imagination.
There are so many things. the color yellow at Nomads signifying the different tribes we are in symbolizing the tribes and people that have not yet heard the name of Jesus, the Most high King.
He was a bandit. Just like the old cowboy movies Daddy loved so much. All that was missing was a bandana pulled high, covering all but his striking green eyes. Well, she always did love the bad boys.
hot sweaty hippies and terrorists and dogs wear this. they come in colors. they probably smell bad. i hate and love them
red on my head wipe the sweat off my brow and go with my friends and run in the fountains today…
I think that the criminals that would wear a bandanna reflect my crime in leading me to this word. I feel guilty and angry and sorry. Do they ever feel sorry?
she found a bandana in the box upstairs. she showed him and he grinned, pulling an old cowboy hat out of a box. she wrapped the bandana around her face and he put on his hat, and they hid behind boxes, trying not to sneeze as they had a stand off in the old western town of their imagination.
There was a bandana sitting on the window ledge right outside my room. I saw it flutter in the wind. It was red, green and yellow. Strange colors to mix together. I wonder who put it there. It didn’t belong to me. Whoever had bought it decided I would like it. They were very wrong. It was weird. I don’t understand how one could wear such bandana.
Makes me think of cancer. My Aunt who had cancer wore a bandana instead of hair the last days of her life. I used to like them, not so much anymore.
I think that the criminals that would wear a bandana reflect my crime in leading me to this word. I feel guilty and angry and sorry. Do they ever feel sorry?
sometimes I wear them around my head. other times around my feet. they are pretty and colorful and I like them. perhaps I should make them a daily accessory. I wish my friends wore more them. if I could eat them I would, why not? it sounds like banana so it should be edible like one. I wish I was wearing one now instead of my boring headband, it would make like so much better. I want a yellow one. and I want to give it to my fish.
He raised the bandana over his face, covering nose and mouth. The smell was nauseating and of course it came right through the cloth. There was no blocking out the stench. He grabbed the first limb from the scene. The other unrecognizable bits were strewn about…
bandana rhymes with bandana. i associate it with pirates, hippies, raves. red, blue paisley patterns. tied one on bandit my german shepherd, red to contrast with his black and brown fur. he looked like a badass. cotton fabric, absorbent,
She slowly untied the bandana from around her head, and looked around. She had been shielding her eyes from the world for too long, and now she knew that she was strong enough to face the horrors again. What she saw was horrible, but she knew now. She’d rather see the truth than the cold and deceivingly comforting darkness.
A bandana is a simple thing. It is a simple thing with many mysteries. Do you know what lies behind a bandana, whether it is around your head, your arm, or your leg? A bandana can hide battle wounds, can hold the pieces together, or even be a reminder that tethers you to this ugly reality of life.
Wrap it around your wrist and hold my hand. Let’s pretend we are something that we are not so that we can pretend this will actually last forever. Ignore everything around us so that nothing will shatter the illusion. Forget that this is the worst thing either of us will ever do. Remember in the future that we used to love. Remember that we used to be happy. It was both real, and a lie. Should that mean we can’t be wrapped up in each other for the moment?
The guy in the laundry mat had a bandana wrapped around his head. He was kinda scary–maybe a gang member? I wasn’t sure, so I took my wet clothes and moved along. I may have died if I’d gone into that laundry mat–how could I know???
I remember the first time is seen someone with a bandana on. the bandana did not stand out at first. the bandana simply was a bandana. my opinion of a bandana changed when i saw my friend wear a bandana.
A cowboy wears a bandana. There is a song called Montana where a guy sings about wearing a bandana, his spurs are of silver his pony is grey. I don’t know what else to say about bandana. you wear it like a scarf for your head. It can be colored and mistaken for a handkerchief. it also looks like banana, except with a d. You can also wear a bandana over your face if you rob a bank, which I don’t recommend doing. It’s a good way to disguise yourself though.
bandanas make me want to dance traditional filipino dances. they also make me think of thugs and robbers. on a completely different note, now i want a banana.
my grandpa gave me a wooden nickel once, and told me never to take wooden nickels from people. one day i visited a buffalo farm called wooden nickel and i accepted one from the man at the register. i didnt mean to.
Tight around your head, sweating while laying in the son. Lounging on a beautiful sunny day, Birds around, flowers to smell. Air to breathe. Life.
He rode into town on a grey horse wearing a bandana around his face. I knew he was trouble by the look in his eyes. But I couldn’t help myself. I ran to edge of my property just to see what would happen next. Is is possible? Could HE have come back.
Heat lightning pulses in the summer night. Our clothes are so hot they feel burdensome. I see the sweat gathering along your hairline in the dying glow of our flashlight.
Oh, hmm. I didn’t know this was just one word a day. Makes sense! Well, I recently got a new turquoise bandana from the retreat I went on as an adult leader. I love it so much. It makes me remember the fun times I had when I was in high school, and when I went on the retreat in high school. Back then, I got a zebra print bandana. Love it! It’s packed away now. Keepsake.
the little moments are the ones he appreciates most. the feel of a balmy breeze. the splash of a dive into cold water. the warmth of a campfire. the end of a tree climb. he forgets when and where he lost his best friend along the way.
I can’t think what to do, my bandana hides nothing. All wil recognize me, none shall be fooled. For my disguise is imperfect, a flawed mask through which all may peer. Plus, it’s tacky.
A cover up yet a symbol as to my infamy. To those who see it fear trickles down their backs and through their nerves. My gun is my religion, a weapon who’s number of chambers is as unholy as it gets. The western’s gun they call it. I am billy the kid.
gangster, there we go load the guns get on the road attack yeah you see them running scream hiding its their fault, you know? becuse they went against us traitors traitors in the government you could be hanged for that! but u see, we dont hurt them oh no no , here we only hurt the ones they love so that those traitors must live with the pain of knowing that its all there fault, oh what a shame.
I really like bandanas, sometimes they can represent your true gang colors. Sometimes you can tie them on your arm, or be old and blow your nose, or have them in your backpocket to wipe your brow. Or sometimes you just leave it at home cause it sucks and you finally realized it. Thats about all I can really say other than it rhymes with banana and I’m hungry.
the wax is dripping and sloshing about in a hot medeley in the pan below the candle as it burns the black bandana. he wasn’t ever a religious person, but symbolism felt real. this is how he divorces his past.
red bandana kid, cowboy, robbers, crime, bad, gangs, hair, ghetto, farm, concerts, stars, country, fire hydrant, humping, colors, designs, square, cloth, band
i once wore a bandana to a redneck party. it was alot of fun. for my good friends bday. i also had to wear a bandana whenever we grouped around the fire back in the day in girlscouts. reminiscent.
About ten maybe eleven years ago I was in high school. I was on dance-team and it was my senior year. We did a routine to the song “Word Up” and it was a hip hop routine. It was terrible. Within the dance we battled each other (kung fu style) but the best part was, we all wore bandannas. I felt like a bad ass.
I love bandana’s because I can wear them and look like a cowboy. I can also use bandana’s when I want to play on a team and have a certain color bandana. Sometimes I put a bandana around my dogs neck as a collar. It is pretty neat.
Sometimes we use things to cover up our senses. We wear glasses to keep in our visions, bandanas to keep in our thoughts. Because some thoughts are better kept in our heads. I keep my bandana in my bag, so that when I’m feeling free, I can place it on my head.