This brings two things to mind. The pink feather boas that were used for dress up when I was little. And the song about being eaten by a snake. They aren’t very related are they? One’s a snake, which is eating people, the other an accessory for a child’s play.
That little girl loved her feather boa. It was long and fluffy, white feathers soft as silk jutting out from it. It was dirty from all the times she’d dragged it around with her, and the feathers were starting to fall off, but she loved it just the same.
I DON’T CARE ABOUT BOA, BOA IS A JERK HE PICKS ON ME DURING CLASS AND GIVES ME WEDGIES AND SWIRLIES AND ALWAYS TALKS ABOUT MY MOTHER AS IF SHE WAS A PROSTITUTE. I WISH THAT BOA WOULD JUST GET HIT BY A TRAIN, FALL OFF A BRIDGE, GET BIT BY A SHARK, CRAWL ONTO SHORE AND GET HIS LIMBS EATEN BY TIGERS AND THEN BLEED TO DEATH.
I got a boa constrictor named Jack. He likes to wrap himself around my arm, which my mom tells me is incredibly dangerous. It probably is. He might kill me someday. Sometimes I wonder about him when he squeezes my arm a little too tight. But I’m sure it’ll be fine. If not…ARGGH!
She felt the fear consume her as the snake slithered into the room. Did it smell her fear? Would it eat her- or choke her? Oh, she hoped not. She hoped to go in a much different way than that.
…Constricter. That’s what I think of anyway, I saw a picture of a pink snake today. I’ve never been a snake lover but a PINK snake, that is just too cute. I’m more of a lizard person to be honest, unfortunately none of my family particularly enjoy the company of reptiles.
It was ironic: I stood in the vestibule of the bank of america cash machines with a feathered stole around my neck, when a snake of enormous size slithered through a crack in the door. Yes, wearing a boa in boa I saw a boa. What a day!
Once upon a time there was a magical boa named Charice. Charice was purple and brown and blue, but her parents were green and yellow. So was everyone else. Charice was basically the Rudolph of the snake family. Nobody let her play boa games, like feather-yourself-and-get-draped-around-a-neck.
I watched as he dove off the boat into the amazon river to cool down and all of
a sudden I saw something greenish blue sweep up beside him and then he
Was gone.Oh noooooo get him I think a boa constrictor took him under.
i always wanted one when i was little. a BIG, pink one. i never got one, it was very disappointed. i guess i thought it would symbolize my amazing confidence as a female…later on i ONLY saw crossdressers, transgenders, and women in vegas wearing them…i started to feel like they belonged to that movement instead. i love all of these people.
I watched as he dove off the boat into the amazon river to cool down and all of
a sudden I saw something greenish blue sweep up beside him and then he
Was gone.
a boa? like a boa constrictor? or like the one you wear around your neck? Either is cool. I appreciate them both. B to the o to the a HEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She wrapped the boa around her neck and stretched out her legs nonchalantly, hoping her gesture would catch his attention. It didn’t. He continued to stare in the direction of the beautiful blond in the red dress perched at a table across the room.
Every time my lunch exhales, I squeeze it tighter, when will it give up, I’m ssssso hungry. I can taste it already, the fur on this one will make it easier to swallow.
Wear it around your neck and keep it calm and happy.
Much like your own mind, it can destroy you if you worry too much.
Keep a healthy amount of fear, as with all things.
I have many distant memories with very little evidence that they happen. I sometimes I have to wonder if they really happened, or if it’s something that I dreamed of, if it’s something that was said to someone else. They deteriorate over time, like this feather boa.. they get everywhere, in pieces, and when I breathe I choke on them.
Constrictor, constricted, snake-neck choo choo. Pink feathers adorning fake smiles and fake sex. The real sex slithers from below like a not-fake snake slate skate bait.
The boa languishingly draped across her neck. She wore it like it was a part of her. It didn’t just hang lifeless. And coupled with the red framed sunglasses, it presented an interesting image… And it was disturbing. Very disturbing.
The snake slithered around her neck. It didn’t just hang there lifeless.
She wrapped the feather boa that Casey had given her around her neck…..the last bit of Casey she had. She backed the boa in her bag and resumed packing.
A big snake. Also the British Orthopaedic Association has been founded in 1757, it’s first director was Mary Pauletree, Oliver Crommwell’s grand-granddaughter. That’s it.
a feather one on a naked lady.. naked not so much.. more like fishnets or fencenets and old school 60’s panties.. it will have to be pulled off at first and then it will fall the rest of its way under its own weight.. red velvet on the walls.. lonely men and some hopeful men with their shit together.
It had pink feathers and I had it all throughout college. I have no idea what is the actual appeal of feather boas. They’re scratchy and they get up your nose.
he wrapped himself around my neck like a feather boa. i wasn’t scared. we’d made friends at the pet store and he made me feel safe, strangely. protecting my neck like that. gently… softly.
I saw boa constrictor in a store once, it was then I wondered why feather boas are named after them. They’re opposites, ya know? Vicious fangs near your throat versus colorrful fluffiness ’round your neck.
Feathers, everywhere. When the hot pink boa fell apart, the feathers flew. What a mess. Julia couldn’t believe what Mark had done, and she couldn’t bear to bend down and pick up a single one, she just left them lying there, a bright and colorful reminder of a sad, sad moment.
I see the text in front of me say that there is a stark challenge approaching. The boa-like animosity slithers along, nearing my leg. Qu’est-ce que c’est? Je ne sais pas. Est-ce qu’il y a un serpent?
I have a boa for a pet. Yes I do. He doesn’t live in a cage. His name is Scraggles. He is hot pink. He was born that way. If you fuck with my boa he will bite your face up.
Boa is a constricted word with two many vowels. It sounds like the name of a country or the unisex child of a forward-thinking modern couple. A boa constrictor was the subject of my favorite children’s book – whose name I forgot. Isn’t it the worst when your childhood is summed up in half-baked memories and the feeling of something beautiful lost?
constrictor feather it ate me i hatedt i ove it and you go eat it furry fluff fuzzziness confection devouring my soul i need it no but at the same time get it awayrom me please.
I wore a boa to a show once. It was pink with feathers. I loved that boa. I felt like a movie star. Like I was the lead in the show. I saw the paparazzi in my mind begging me for pictures. I was signing autographs. I was posing with fans. It was incredible
constrictor. I hate snakes. I am being swallowed by a boa constrictor. I did like that Shel Silverstein poem when I was little–the illustration too. I was never a girl who was boa material. I dreamt of being swallowed.
Constrictor that is. Beware wandering through the halls of this school. Our principle uses her darling pet to patrol the halls. So my new friend consider this your warning. Mumbled the student.
This brings two things to mind. The pink feather boas that were used for dress up when I was little. And the song about being eaten by a snake. They aren’t very related are they? One’s a snake, which is eating people, the other an accessory for a child’s play.
Boa…I’m not quite sure what that means. Doeit mean a snake? or something else?
That little girl loved her feather boa. It was long and fluffy, white feathers soft as silk jutting out from it. It was dirty from all the times she’d dragged it around with her, and the feathers were starting to fall off, but she loved it just the same.
I DON’T CARE ABOUT BOA, BOA IS A JERK HE PICKS ON ME DURING CLASS AND GIVES ME WEDGIES AND SWIRLIES AND ALWAYS TALKS ABOUT MY MOTHER AS IF SHE WAS A PROSTITUTE. I WISH THAT BOA WOULD JUST GET HIT BY A TRAIN, FALL OFF A BRIDGE, GET BIT BY A SHARK, CRAWL ONTO SHORE AND GET HIS LIMBS EATEN BY TIGERS AND THEN BLEED TO DEATH.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
I got a boa constrictor named Jack. He likes to wrap himself around my arm, which my mom tells me is incredibly dangerous. It probably is. He might kill me someday. Sometimes I wonder about him when he squeezes my arm a little too tight. But I’m sure it’ll be fine. If not…ARGGH!
She felt the fear consume her as the snake slithered into the room. Did it smell her fear? Would it eat her- or choke her? Oh, she hoped not. She hoped to go in a much different way than that.
…Constricter. That’s what I think of anyway, I saw a picture of a pink snake today. I’ve never been a snake lover but a PINK snake, that is just too cute. I’m more of a lizard person to be honest, unfortunately none of my family particularly enjoy the company of reptiles.
It was ironic: I stood in the vestibule of the bank of america cash machines with a feathered stole around my neck, when a snake of enormous size slithered through a crack in the door. Yes, wearing a boa in boa I saw a boa. What a day!
Once upon a time there was a magical boa named Charice. Charice was purple and brown and blue, but her parents were green and yellow. So was everyone else. Charice was basically the Rudolph of the snake family. Nobody let her play boa games, like feather-yourself-and-get-draped-around-a-neck.
I watched as he dove off the boat into the amazon river to cool down and all of
a sudden I saw something greenish blue sweep up beside him and then he
Was gone.Oh noooooo get him I think a boa constrictor took him under.
i always wanted one when i was little. a BIG, pink one. i never got one, it was very disappointed. i guess i thought it would symbolize my amazing confidence as a female…later on i ONLY saw crossdressers, transgenders, and women in vegas wearing them…i started to feel like they belonged to that movement instead. i love all of these people.
I watched as he dove off the boat into the amazon river to cool down and all of
a sudden I saw something greenish blue sweep up beside him and then he
Was gone.
a boa? like a boa constrictor? or like the one you wear around your neck? Either is cool. I appreciate them both. B to the o to the a HEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She wrapped the boa around her neck and stretched out her legs nonchalantly, hoping her gesture would catch his attention. It didn’t. He continued to stare in the direction of the beautiful blond in the red dress perched at a table across the room.
Every time my lunch exhales, I squeeze it tighter, when will it give up, I’m ssssso hungry. I can taste it already, the fur on this one will make it easier to swallow.
Wear it around your neck and keep it calm and happy.
Much like your own mind, it can destroy you if you worry too much.
Keep a healthy amount of fear, as with all things.
a snake . a giant snake . colors purple and pink . covered in feathers. a snake covered in feathers ! is that even a snake ?
She struts around the room: she is divine. She dances and dashes around the room.
She is queen for a day.
The infinite imagination runs wild. She is happy. She is content. She is safe.
Little girl, little girl, don’t let this dark world taint you so.
I have many distant memories with very little evidence that they happen. I sometimes I have to wonder if they really happened, or if it’s something that I dreamed of, if it’s something that was said to someone else. They deteriorate over time, like this feather boa.. they get everywhere, in pieces, and when I breathe I choke on them.
Constrictor, constricted, snake-neck choo choo. Pink feathers adorning fake smiles and fake sex. The real sex slithers from below like a not-fake snake slate skate bait.
The boa languishingly draped across her neck. She wore it like it was a part of her. It didn’t just hang lifeless. And coupled with the red framed sunglasses, it presented an interesting image… And it was disturbing. Very disturbing.
The snake slithered around her neck. It didn’t just hang there lifeless.
she haughtily tossed her pink, feathered boa over her left shoulder, sauntering away in bright pink patent leather too high heels two sizes too bug
She wrapped the feather boa that Casey had given her around her neck…..the last bit of Casey she had. She backed the boa in her bag and resumed packing.
The boa wrapped itself around my neck and as I choked for breath all I could suck in was feathers… So.Many.Feathers.
A big snake. Also the British Orthopaedic Association has been founded in 1757, it’s first director was Mary Pauletree, Oliver Crommwell’s grand-granddaughter. That’s it.
a feather one on a naked lady.. naked not so much.. more like fishnets or fencenets and old school 60’s panties.. it will have to be pulled off at first and then it will fall the rest of its way under its own weight.. red velvet on the walls.. lonely men and some hopeful men with their shit together.
It had pink feathers and I had it all throughout college. I have no idea what is the actual appeal of feather boas. They’re scratchy and they get up your nose.
he wrapped himself around my neck like a feather boa. i wasn’t scared. we’d made friends at the pet store and he made me feel safe, strangely. protecting my neck like that. gently… softly.
I saw boa constrictor in a store once, it was then I wondered why feather boas are named after them. They’re opposites, ya know? Vicious fangs near your throat versus colorrful fluffiness ’round your neck.
The feather boa was the envy of her Mother’s friends. She would wear it just to make a statement.
Feathers, everywhere. When the hot pink boa fell apart, the feathers flew. What a mess. Julia couldn’t believe what Mark had done, and she couldn’t bear to bend down and pick up a single one, she just left them lying there, a bright and colorful reminder of a sad, sad moment.
I see the text in front of me say that there is a stark challenge approaching. The boa-like animosity slithers along, nearing my leg. Qu’est-ce que c’est? Je ne sais pas. Est-ce qu’il y a un serpent?
I have a boa for a pet. Yes I do. He doesn’t live in a cage. His name is Scraggles. He is hot pink. He was born that way. If you fuck with my boa he will bite your face up.
Boa is a constricted word with two many vowels. It sounds like the name of a country or the unisex child of a forward-thinking modern couple. A boa constrictor was the subject of my favorite children’s book – whose name I forgot. Isn’t it the worst when your childhood is summed up in half-baked memories and the feeling of something beautiful lost?
constrictor feather it ate me i hatedt i ove it and you go eat it furry fluff fuzzziness confection devouring my soul i need it no but at the same time get it awayrom me please.
I wore a boa to a show once. It was pink with feathers. I loved that boa. I felt like a movie star. Like I was the lead in the show. I saw the paparazzi in my mind begging me for pictures. I was signing autographs. I was posing with fans. It was incredible
Boa is a friend of mine who just got shot through his heart. But apparently his heart wasn’t on the right side so he survived. The end.
constrictor. I hate snakes. I am being swallowed by a boa constrictor. I did like that Shel Silverstein poem when I was little–the illustration too. I was never a girl who was boa material. I dreamt of being swallowed.
Constrictor that is. Beware wandering through the halls of this school. Our principle uses her darling pet to patrol the halls. So my new friend consider this your warning. Mumbled the student.