An Irish girl cook who loved to read Elizabeth David nightly sat on the cannon at the top of the hill in Albertville while I took the photo. She was tall blonde and I wanted to read Elizabeth David just like her. She cooked for U2 too – how cool is that
And that’s when it happened. There was a bang in the background. Gunshots could be heard. The cannon went off. And she threw up. The sight of the fake maggots gushing out of the hand of the fake solider was too much for her. Never would she go to a Civil War reenactment again.
It blasted the world apart, and she was left standing alone. No one near enough her to offer any consolation, any hug, any type of warmth. The fire went out. And she was still alone. The blast ringing in her ears.
I didn’t know it at the time, but my heart was a loaded cannon. I felt the cold, heavy cannonball of loneliness press against me, but I didn’t realize it for what it was until it exploded, leaving me in tiny pieces scattered to the wind.
I shot that dog out of the cannon at full speed. He did a few flips in the air and landed in a pool with a giraffe. They became reat friends and ate grapes and fried onions. They had sex and made babies. They came down to the basement at night to suck each other off.
The flick of a flame ignited a horrendous BOOM destroying all that lied in its path, the scent of death and destruction lingered in the forest with the lifeless bodies sprawled on the frozen earth the wounded horses weeped in the cold winter wind.
He eyes the long black cannon with distrust radiating from his pupils. His hair is cropped short, face smeared with mud. The uniform on his body is tight and hot, too much cloth to be wearing in a jungle. Across the large expanse of field he hears shouting, angry shouts. They reverberate throughout the entire open area, and he tugs his hat down, preparing for gunshots.
photo camera. what I would like to take pictures with. one of the old ones that take film. or something that can cause a lot of pain. a weapon that can hurt. a burst of emotion.
Things that go boom and don’t seem to stop sloshing through flesh like there’s no tomorrow. But, I guess that’s kind of archaic now. Now, cannons are cameras. Did they think about that when they named the camera? Is that even spelled the same way?
the photo camara. i want one or the things that shot at people. like how my ex shot at my heart and left me to deal with shit we coulda shoulda dealt with together.
it blew. right in my face. I had no time to think, no time to react. I had seen the fuse light up, seen the sparks… but moving in time? that wasn’t a part of the question. So, i was left to stare into the barrel of that black death, smell the powder burning… it all happened so quickly. I don’t know what I saw after that. Light? dark? cannons.
Concentrated force explodes from a cylinder, created by man for reasons unknown. Now it is used for the most awful of purpose; to take life away. Why must there be something that inflicts the polar opposite of the most beautiful of the human experience upon us? Greed? Selfishness? Anger? No reason is good enough.
The explosion echoed across the valley as the bombardments erupted in flames and sparks ignited the sky. All on board were silenced as the echoes reverberated in their hearts.
The cannon explodes, a cocoon full of anger and hate is propelled towards the castle wall. The larvae-shaped projectile hits the wall with a bump and plummets towards the earth like a wet towel. It cracks. From within shines dark light, it’s the opposite of light. Like concentrated shade.
The cannon blasts from the ship’s main core. That’s all I can think of to write with any pseudo substance. Of course, I did imagine an epic battle between pirate ships. With guns blasting, men screaming, and the waters violently crashing against the ships. Can’t really do into detail in 60 seconds though can I?
i did this one already but thats okay. in the video criminal mischief, a bmx video, garret byrnes jumps off a cannon into a street, its in wilmington delaware, it is quite impressive trick. bmx bikes and cannons were made for eachother, like wood and pirates.
The term cannonball can conjure up to two opposite feelings. The sheer joy of childhood pool parties and summertime giddiness; or the utter shock and fear that originates from a machine of war and destruction.
Kaboom! It shot off in the air. Far, high, real far. It flew around the world…twice. It descended. Slowly. Heavy floating. Suddenly it stopped, and went down and down till it kissed the earth goodbye.
cannon fodder is a great phrase. rather scary though. it reminds me of star wars when jabba the hutt says to luke and ford that the banthas are what sounds like “cannon fodder” but it is more giberishly said.
I once had a cannon on my pirate ship that I fired at the Japanese port of Horiguchi. After I attacked Horiguchi, a bunch of ninja samurai hybrids came out and attacked my Pirate Ship, the Acacia. Basically, I had to fight ninja samurai hybrids by myself and knock them out with my chin because they tied me up to the mast of my ship. In short, I decimated the ninja samurai hybrids all by myself.
it explodes. you light the end of it and boom there it goes. fire shoots out into the dark, cold night and you don’t even know how to handle yourself. you feel your hands shaking as you strike the match and place it to the butt of the cannon and then a flash of brightness overwhelms you.
I would like to have a cannon, actually I dont know if this is the musical cannon or the cannon that shoots balls and kills people… so I would like the one that kills people because the internet has enough music for me… killing people with a cannon might be more productive too.
this cannon
it seeps into my skin
it tears, it sheds
it rips apart everything i once knew with a single blow
it tears
it tears
and it won’t relent
this feeling
this tearing
inside
inside of me
because of you
They burst and sputter, wreaking havoc like lily pollen across a broken, empty field. They capture and threaten, levy and fight, remembering only this purpose: push forward, destroy, win.
I see the light. What could this be? As I move towards it, I hear a sound. What is that sound? I go, I move, I blast into the sky! What else could this be, but a cannon! Yes, a cannon! A cannon I have been shot out of! Oh the world is below me! It is beautiful!
when things have gone against what you believe
although it’s tempting just to watch and fall
incite a cause and never pause to be
the cannon rather than the cannonball
the cannon. it is. is is.
like you
like me
it splashes
into your beating, breathing, meticulous heart.
it spurts
it hurts
but.
you.
like it.
it doesn’t stop for just anyone.
it is continuous. that pound, that sound.
The noise splattered against my ears like the bang issued from a cannon. Opening my eyes, I looked madly around untill I found Carly staring at me, the dirty whites of her eyes opened so wide that she looked like an electrocuted owl.
“What happened? What’s wrong?!”
From the embers of a ruined village a lone cannon fired, only one one person heard it, but the cacophonous symphony was all that he needed to know he was the victor.
Boom i explode oh i so want to explode by you. by your hand by your dick by some part of you please make me thrive and squirm under your touch it would be so unfairly raw. I want you. Touch me.
the cannon exploded too close to my ears and i knew an mri was in my future possible deafness , who the f put a cannon in the freezer section at von’s?
pwew pwew! cannons! there were 8 oaded onto captain scotts ship however the enemy vessel had 9. fortunately the sheer skill of scotts crew provided triumphant.
An Irish girl cook who loved to read Elizabeth David nightly sat on the cannon at the top of the hill in Albertville while I took the photo. She was tall blonde and I wanted to read Elizabeth David just like her. She cooked for U2 too – how cool is that
And that’s when it happened. There was a bang in the background. Gunshots could be heard. The cannon went off. And she threw up. The sight of the fake maggots gushing out of the hand of the fake solider was too much for her. Never would she go to a Civil War reenactment again.
It blasted the world apart, and she was left standing alone. No one near enough her to offer any consolation, any hug, any type of warmth. The fire went out. And she was still alone. The blast ringing in her ears.
the 24 of janurary oh.
I didn’t know it at the time, but my heart was a loaded cannon. I felt the cold, heavy cannonball of loneliness press against me, but I didn’t realize it for what it was until it exploded, leaving me in tiny pieces scattered to the wind.
I shot that dog out of the cannon at full speed. He did a few flips in the air and landed in a pool with a giraffe. They became reat friends and ate grapes and fried onions. They had sex and made babies. They came down to the basement at night to suck each other off.
The flick of a flame ignited a horrendous BOOM destroying all that lied in its path, the scent of death and destruction lingered in the forest with the lifeless bodies sprawled on the frozen earth the wounded horses weeped in the cold winter wind.
Big. Black. Smells of smoke. Can hurt someone. Can help someone.
He eyes the long black cannon with distrust radiating from his pupils. His hair is cropped short, face smeared with mud. The uniform on his body is tight and hot, too much cloth to be wearing in a jungle. Across the large expanse of field he hears shouting, angry shouts. They reverberate throughout the entire open area, and he tugs his hat down, preparing for gunshots.
A big bang.
Smoke.
A dead man.
Tears that his family will cry.
Regret from the shooter.
A broken heart.
photo camera. what I would like to take pictures with. one of the old ones that take film. or something that can cause a lot of pain. a weapon that can hurt. a burst of emotion.
Things that go boom and don’t seem to stop sloshing through flesh like there’s no tomorrow. But, I guess that’s kind of archaic now. Now, cannons are cameras. Did they think about that when they named the camera? Is that even spelled the same way?
the photo camara. i want one or the things that shot at people. like how my ex shot at my heart and left me to deal with shit we coulda shoulda dealt with together.
dn’t think. write. write about a cannon. shooting. a cannon. smoking. write about how the country started and about the boats.
it blew. right in my face. I had no time to think, no time to react. I had seen the fuse light up, seen the sparks… but moving in time? that wasn’t a part of the question. So, i was left to stare into the barrel of that black death, smell the powder burning… it all happened so quickly. I don’t know what I saw after that. Light? dark? cannons.
Concentrated force explodes from a cylinder, created by man for reasons unknown. Now it is used for the most awful of purpose; to take life away. Why must there be something that inflicts the polar opposite of the most beautiful of the human experience upon us? Greed? Selfishness? Anger? No reason is good enough.
The explosion echoed across the valley as the bombardments erupted in flames and sparks ignited the sky. All on board were silenced as the echoes reverberated in their hearts.
The cannon explodes, a cocoon full of anger and hate is propelled towards the castle wall. The larvae-shaped projectile hits the wall with a bump and plummets towards the earth like a wet towel. It cracks. From within shines dark light, it’s the opposite of light. Like concentrated shade.
The cannon blasts from the ship’s main core. That’s all I can think of to write with any pseudo substance. Of course, I did imagine an epic battle between pirate ships. With guns blasting, men screaming, and the waters violently crashing against the ships. Can’t really do into detail in 60 seconds though can I?
i did this one already but thats okay. in the video criminal mischief, a bmx video, garret byrnes jumps off a cannon into a street, its in wilmington delaware, it is quite impressive trick. bmx bikes and cannons were made for eachother, like wood and pirates.
The term cannonball can conjure up to two opposite feelings. The sheer joy of childhood pool parties and summertime giddiness; or the utter shock and fear that originates from a machine of war and destruction.
Kaboom! It shot off in the air. Far, high, real far. It flew around the world…twice. It descended. Slowly. Heavy floating. Suddenly it stopped, and went down and down till it kissed the earth goodbye.
cannon fodder is a great phrase. rather scary though. it reminds me of star wars when jabba the hutt says to luke and ford that the banthas are what sounds like “cannon fodder” but it is more giberishly said.
I once had a cannon on my pirate ship that I fired at the Japanese port of Horiguchi. After I attacked Horiguchi, a bunch of ninja samurai hybrids came out and attacked my Pirate Ship, the Acacia. Basically, I had to fight ninja samurai hybrids by myself and knock them out with my chin because they tied me up to the mast of my ship. In short, I decimated the ninja samurai hybrids all by myself.
it explodes. you light the end of it and boom there it goes. fire shoots out into the dark, cold night and you don’t even know how to handle yourself. you feel your hands shaking as you strike the match and place it to the butt of the cannon and then a flash of brightness overwhelms you.
BOOM!
I would like to have a cannon, actually I dont know if this is the musical cannon or the cannon that shoots balls and kills people… so I would like the one that kills people because the internet has enough music for me… killing people with a cannon might be more productive too.
this cannon
it seeps into my skin
it tears, it sheds
it rips apart everything i once knew with a single blow
it tears
it tears
and it won’t relent
this feeling
this tearing
inside
inside of me
because of you
They burst and sputter, wreaking havoc like lily pollen across a broken, empty field. They capture and threaten, levy and fight, remembering only this purpose: push forward, destroy, win.
I see the light. What could this be? As I move towards it, I hear a sound. What is that sound? I go, I move, I blast into the sky! What else could this be, but a cannon! Yes, a cannon! A cannon I have been shot out of! Oh the world is below me! It is beautiful!
when things have gone against what you believe
although it’s tempting just to watch and fall
incite a cause and never pause to be
the cannon rather than the cannonball
the cannon. it is. is is.
like you
like me
it splashes
into your beating, breathing, meticulous heart.
it spurts
it hurts
but.
you.
like it.
it doesn’t stop for just anyone.
it is continuous. that pound, that sound.
i tiptoe and it sounds like cannons. whispers like cannons. i cannot escape myself.
The noise splattered against my ears like the bang issued from a cannon. Opening my eyes, I looked madly around untill I found Carly staring at me, the dirty whites of her eyes opened so wide that she looked like an electrocuted owl.
“What happened? What’s wrong?!”
From the embers of a ruined village a lone cannon fired, only one one person heard it, but the cacophonous symphony was all that he needed to know he was the victor.
Boom i explode oh i so want to explode by you. by your hand by your dick by some part of you please make me thrive and squirm under your touch it would be so unfairly raw. I want you. Touch me.
the cannon exploded too close to my ears and i knew an mri was in my future possible deafness , who the f put a cannon in the freezer section at von’s?
pwew pwew! cannons! there were 8 oaded onto captain scotts ship however the enemy vessel had 9. fortunately the sheer skill of scotts crew provided triumphant.
I heard the cannon fire
In the heat of battle.
The bang and flame.
The shout of hurt.
The scream of agony
As a life is ended.
bombs away. no resolution. righting a revolution. chaos, deafness, pain, suffering, death. murder from a distance. war, not peace. darkness. bloodshed