blasts in india and pakistan are worse thing about india and pakistan
terrorism is the word that comes to my mind when i read this word
blast is nothing but sudden expansion of air it can be explained by mole concept!
Jon was never quite sure how he was supposed to get Jay’s attention while she blasted her music from her speakers, singing along with no regard for anyone’s listening ears, throwing things into a pan in a way that looked much more cavalier than Jon thought strictly necessary, and occasionally busting out the impromptu dance move.
He was a blasted nuisance in the navy with all the dogs and cats that hung about his knees. But then the day came when those cats and dogs would save us from shipwreck. Let me explain…
I soon as I heard the explosion I started to scream my lungs out. I soon was flying through blasted by the pure energy that hurtled through the in such powerful wavelengths that you could feel it a mile away
That blasted, no good thief just ran off with my money. I was turned the other way,talking to the doorman and before I knew what was happening, the doorman was shouting at the thief and I was running 90 mph after him. I ran until my legs felt like rubber. That blasted thief is fifty dollars richer and I am fifty dollars poorer.
I think the word blasted is interesting because it just SOUNDS interesting! I think of a spaceship being shot up into space or a rocket, like “blast off!” I guess it can also pertain to being belligerently drunk. I hope that I get blasted when I go to Chicago for St. Patty’s weekend. Shit should be pretty crunk.
The hill shook as it disappeared beneath a wall of smoke.
Suddenly the former mass of land was gone, ready for cookie-cutter houses, three car garages and designer gardens.
I wake from a stupor and stumble over to the trashcan. Last night’s pizza and wings emerge in front of me, and I hear a laugh from my bed. I sluggishly jump in surprise and focus my eyes on the figure. Oh, shit. It’s Holden.
“Dude, you got blasted last night.”
So blasted that I let him in my bed. He reads my mind.
“We didn’t do anything, I promise.” A smile escapes his lips.
I roll my eyes and walk out the door. Coffee and a shower. And somewhere in between, I’ll figure out what happened between us.
I had been blasted out of my mind about thirty minutes ago, but what was time anyway? It was all so… so arbitrary! The LSD was bitter as my friends had mentioned, but I had been doubtful of its potency. Now I was doubtful I’d ever come back to reality, which was quite alright with me. I liked it here.
i put the tab on my tongue. it was bitter, just as all my friends had said it would be. I wanted my first LSD experience to be something special; something magical. What I didn’t realize then is just how special it would be, though not due to my careful planning. I was ready to be blasted.
This blasted job! If other jobs were available, I’d be gone in a
heartbeat. But you know how the market is these days. If you have a job,
you keep it, even if you hate it. And they know it. The bosses take
advantage of it and treat you any way they want because they know you
can’t do anything about it.
off from the earth, the rock ship flew with intense thrust and leaving behind smothering trail of vapor and smoke. The sun has risen well up in the sky by now. This is a sight to behold.
I’m blasted as fuck, destroyed, I’m fucking zapped. So destroyed, but all of this in a most positive way, I’m stoned, dead, pitied, at peace, forever lying on a bed of nails, only waiting for tomorrow’s rust. Thank you.
Hoppfully, one-day, I will go to all the state OFFICALS, and ask them if they would, join forces with other NATIONS, so they can, help the “Countrys”, that are unprivileged, in some,-sort of area, in that county or village, which would BENNIFET, the WHOLE world.
Years of pressure, a slow anticipation mounting over millenia, constriction choosing the fate of it’s prisoners… as the sirens sounded and the plunger was pressed, all these tensions were blasted away and daylight shone on those held captive.
Then all of a sudden, we blasted through the door. However, we did not find what we thought we would. There we stood, staring in shock, at my father and his secretary, screwing each other senseless on the bed. I didn’t know what to do. I was stuck.
We blasted through the door and waved our blades around furiously. But what we saw wasn’t an army, or even a gang of thugs. Five old ladies, squat and quiet, were wearing bowlers, smoking cigars, drinking whiskey, and playing cards in the den. One looked at us and coughed.
The wind blasted my face, and I drew my cloak up around my head. It was raining furiously, but I couldn’t run, I couldn’t draw attention to myself. Other people were prepared with hats and umbrellas, and those who weren’t ducked into a store. But I was running away.
blasted youth and blasted burns
sunscrapes and scars
from skateboards
and not enough sunscreen
too much uv ray exposure, not enough shelter
the youth, they are a science experiment
of the greatest chemist ever known
blues and purples mix
in a concoction of blasted bubbles
the delicate vile on the brink explosion
blasted youth of today
these moments, gasping for air
in the busted up car going just a hair too fast
blasted radio accompanied by
singing close to screams
the sun just keeps on burning
without forgiveness, without drink
blasted youth and blasted burns
the youth, they keep on taking
One time I was so blasted I ate 45 twinkies and 64 o henrys.. it was so fucking awesome. I got fat tho.. that wasnt that awesome. I was higher than a kite!!!! hehehe..
Oh crap I just got blasted out of the sky. What do I do What Do I DO! I know! Maybe I should activate the blue crystal! Aw crap it’s still recharging….Oh crap oh crap oh crap I need HElp!
blasted yo the sky heated by the sun i wont pick you up from the moon but i’ll burn with you to the sea. can you see, what we’ve become. nothing. worthless. i wanna wake up. this isn’t me. it cant be you. help. stop. stop collaborating and listen.
I got blasted at the party. Luckily we all could walk back to the dorms.
My head felt blasted into outer space. And my inner space felt blasted too.
It wasn’t a bad feeling.
When Johnny was blasted off the ship from the explosion he was sure he would drown in the storm. His body to be found weeks from now, cold and gray. The blast came from the furnace, he had been to late.
The music pounded (blasted,
really) and I moved slowly
to the beat and you told
me I wasn’t doing
it right (you were drunk)
and I kept holding back the
tears and you kept
drinking
and it wasn’t my fault
it wasn’t my fault
(it was all my fault.)
Everything was slow. Like time was suspended in a time warp. I was blasted back from the explosion and I lay there as I seen images dance before my eyes. Is this what dying feels like?
The music pounded (blasted,
really) and I moved slowly
to the music and you told
me I wasn’t doing
it right (you were drunk)
and I kept holding back the
tears and you kept
drinking
and it wasn’t my fault
it wasn’t my fault
(it was all my fault.)
working in headed space
a sainted day
blessed like breath
exhaled in stress
winkled and tired
crinkled, i look away
why can’t i work
instead of play
i’ll try too hard
and then i’ll break into disarray
this blasted life
my haggard wife
together, we dive
this blasted cantaloupe is ridiculous. british word. i love the brits, my friend emma loves the brits. one time at camp echo i practically fell in love with this british counselor, tom burleigh. he was the most gorgeous thing ever and i cried when i saw him giving katie a piggyback ride. that bitch.
I have the growing desire to blast the girls next to me with every kind of irritated reproach; now a sharp or witty remark, and in a moment of weakness, some sort of explosives. Sadly, my own mind is the only thing enduring any trial, and they talk on.
The blasted rain was in her eyes, her hair, her face, getting all over the papers she was carrying, and she couldn’t see a thing. As a result, she walked right into a man, slightly taller than herself and carrying an umbrella. “Oh, sorry!” She wasn’t just sorry for bumping into him. She grabbed the handle of his umbrella and tore it from his grasp, running down the road as she heard his outraged screams chasing her.
blasts in india and pakistan are worse thing about india and pakistan
terrorism is the word that comes to my mind when i read this word
blast is nothing but sudden expansion of air it can be explained by mole concept!
Jon was never quite sure how he was supposed to get Jay’s attention while she blasted her music from her speakers, singing along with no regard for anyone’s listening ears, throwing things into a pan in a way that looked much more cavalier than Jon thought strictly necessary, and occasionally busting out the impromptu dance move.
He was a blasted nuisance in the navy with all the dogs and cats that hung about his knees. But then the day came when those cats and dogs would save us from shipwreck. Let me explain…
I soon as I heard the explosion I started to scream my lungs out. I soon was flying through blasted by the pure energy that hurtled through the in such powerful wavelengths that you could feel it a mile away
That blasted, no good thief just ran off with my money. I was turned the other way,talking to the doorman and before I knew what was happening, the doorman was shouting at the thief and I was running 90 mph after him. I ran until my legs felt like rubber. That blasted thief is fifty dollars richer and I am fifty dollars poorer.
I think the word blasted is interesting because it just SOUNDS interesting! I think of a spaceship being shot up into space or a rocket, like “blast off!” I guess it can also pertain to being belligerently drunk. I hope that I get blasted when I go to Chicago for St. Patty’s weekend. Shit should be pretty crunk.
The hill shook as it disappeared beneath a wall of smoke.
Suddenly the former mass of land was gone, ready for cookie-cutter houses, three car garages and designer gardens.
I wake from a stupor and stumble over to the trashcan. Last night’s pizza and wings emerge in front of me, and I hear a laugh from my bed. I sluggishly jump in surprise and focus my eyes on the figure. Oh, shit. It’s Holden.
“Dude, you got blasted last night.”
So blasted that I let him in my bed. He reads my mind.
“We didn’t do anything, I promise.” A smile escapes his lips.
I roll my eyes and walk out the door. Coffee and a shower. And somewhere in between, I’ll figure out what happened between us.
I had been blasted out of my mind about thirty minutes ago, but what was time anyway? It was all so… so arbitrary! The LSD was bitter as my friends had mentioned, but I had been doubtful of its potency. Now I was doubtful I’d ever come back to reality, which was quite alright with me. I liked it here.
i put the tab on my tongue. it was bitter, just as all my friends had said it would be. I wanted my first LSD experience to be something special; something magical. What I didn’t realize then is just how special it would be, though not due to my careful planning. I was ready to be blasted.
This blasted job! If other jobs were available, I’d be gone in a
heartbeat. But you know how the market is these days. If you have a job,
you keep it, even if you hate it. And they know it. The bosses take
advantage of it and treat you any way they want because they know you
can’t do anything about it.
off from the earth, the rock ship flew with intense thrust and leaving behind smothering trail of vapor and smoke. The sun has risen well up in the sky by now. This is a sight to behold.
we blasted the tops off the carrots, and laughed till we cried. Ma always said we were a little off
I’m blasted as fuck, destroyed, I’m fucking zapped. So destroyed, but all of this in a most positive way, I’m stoned, dead, pitied, at peace, forever lying on a bed of nails, only waiting for tomorrow’s rust. Thank you.
Hoppfully, one-day, I will go to all the state OFFICALS, and ask them if they would, join forces with other NATIONS, so they can, help the “Countrys”, that are unprivileged, in some,-sort of area, in that county or village, which would BENNIFET, the WHOLE world.
Years of pressure, a slow anticipation mounting over millenia, constriction choosing the fate of it’s prisoners… as the sirens sounded and the plunger was pressed, all these tensions were blasted away and daylight shone on those held captive.
Then all of a sudden, we blasted through the door. However, we did not find what we thought we would. There we stood, staring in shock, at my father and his secretary, screwing each other senseless on the bed. I didn’t know what to do. I was stuck.
Then all of a sudden, the blasted sailor fell off of the deck of the ship, landing face first into the ocean.
We blasted through the door and waved our blades around furiously. But what we saw wasn’t an army, or even a gang of thugs. Five old ladies, squat and quiet, were wearing bowlers, smoking cigars, drinking whiskey, and playing cards in the den. One looked at us and coughed.
“Wanna play?” she rasped.
The wind blasted my face, and I drew my cloak up around my head. It was raining furiously, but I couldn’t run, I couldn’t draw attention to myself. Other people were prepared with hats and umbrellas, and those who weren’t ducked into a store. But I was running away.
“Blasted cat,” I claim as a friend questions the scars on my wrist.
blasted youth and blasted burns
sunscrapes and scars
from skateboards
and not enough sunscreen
too much uv ray exposure, not enough shelter
the youth, they are a science experiment
of the greatest chemist ever known
blues and purples mix
in a concoction of blasted bubbles
the delicate vile on the brink explosion
blasted youth of today
these moments, gasping for air
in the busted up car going just a hair too fast
blasted radio accompanied by
singing close to screams
the sun just keeps on burning
without forgiveness, without drink
blasted youth and blasted burns
the youth, they keep on taking
cannons and fire. getting blasted for doing something wrong. high speed. shot out of something. negative connotation. clowns at the circus.
One time I was so blasted I ate 45 twinkies and 64 o henrys.. it was so fucking awesome. I got fat tho.. that wasnt that awesome. I was higher than a kite!!!! hehehe..
i was blasted for those words that kept me traped for a thousand years more.
but those wasn’t his words, were mine…
Oh crap I just got blasted out of the sky. What do I do What Do I DO! I know! Maybe I should activate the blue crystal! Aw crap it’s still recharging….Oh crap oh crap oh crap I need HElp!
“I will fucking shoot!” she held the gun right in his face. His smile. His damn smile, mocking her fear.
blasted yo the sky heated by the sun i wont pick you up from the moon but i’ll burn with you to the sea. can you see, what we’ve become. nothing. worthless. i wanna wake up. this isn’t me. it cant be you. help. stop. stop collaborating and listen.
which one… they blasted something or you’re a blasted idiot?
This blasted word keeps coming up, I hate it now. It is my enemy, my nemeses. We will fight, I will learn, and I will win.
I got blasted at the party. Luckily we all could walk back to the dorms.
My head felt blasted into outer space. And my inner space felt blasted too.
It wasn’t a bad feeling.
When Johnny was blasted off the ship from the explosion he was sure he would drown in the storm. His body to be found weeks from now, cold and gray. The blast came from the furnace, he had been to late.
The music pounded (blasted,
really) and I moved slowly
to the beat and you told
me I wasn’t doing
it right (you were drunk)
and I kept holding back the
tears and you kept
drinking
and it wasn’t my fault
it wasn’t my fault
(it was all my fault.)
-a.d.r.
Everything was slow. Like time was suspended in a time warp. I was blasted back from the explosion and I lay there as I seen images dance before my eyes. Is this what dying feels like?
i can blast you with my words but i never notice
i don’t think i’m powerful, meaningful enough to reach you
in that way
The music pounded (blasted,
really) and I moved slowly
to the music and you told
me I wasn’t doing
it right (you were drunk)
and I kept holding back the
tears and you kept
drinking
and it wasn’t my fault
it wasn’t my fault
(it was all my fault.)
-a.d.r.
working in headed space
a sainted day
blessed like breath
exhaled in stress
winkled and tired
crinkled, i look away
why can’t i work
instead of play
i’ll try too hard
and then i’ll break into disarray
this blasted life
my haggard wife
together, we dive
this blasted cantaloupe is ridiculous. british word. i love the brits, my friend emma loves the brits. one time at camp echo i practically fell in love with this british counselor, tom burleigh. he was the most gorgeous thing ever and i cried when i saw him giving katie a piggyback ride. that bitch.
I have the growing desire to blast the girls next to me with every kind of irritated reproach; now a sharp or witty remark, and in a moment of weakness, some sort of explosives. Sadly, my own mind is the only thing enduring any trial, and they talk on.
The blasted rain was in her eyes, her hair, her face, getting all over the papers she was carrying, and she couldn’t see a thing. As a result, she walked right into a man, slightly taller than herself and carrying an umbrella. “Oh, sorry!” She wasn’t just sorry for bumping into him. She grabbed the handle of his umbrella and tore it from his grasp, running down the road as she heard his outraged screams chasing her.