animal with fur…. furer than normal fur but not by depth but by density. You might think og =f one when you would like to have your christmas present delivered, but only if you think of yourself as a good guy.
Doe a deer, a female deer
ray a drop of golden sun
me, a name I call myself,
fa a long long way to go
sew with needle and thread
la lalalalala
tea- YES PLEASE
Deer, don’t call me deer I hardly know you
There are deer in Knole Park. I had sex in Knole park with my boyfriend on Christmas Eve when I was 15. It was quite uncomfortable and cold but extremely fun! We were definitely also a bit tipsy!
the deer ran accross the rode and into the oncoming traffic. It was on a killing spree, a killing spree where the victims were memories. All this deer wanted to do was make them stop.
He was hunting. He hated hunting. He thought it was stupid and senseless. He’d much rather spend his time being quiet, waiting for the deer to approach and trust him, becoming a famed “deer whisperer” since there didn’t seem to be such a profession already – and then he could convince the over-populous deer to migrate to other areas, stop having so many deer babies, and move on to professions other than eating, sleeping, and getting caught in headlights.
“Man fuck deer”
James was on another rant. I didn’t care, I just hung out at his house for the free pot. He was always spouting some bullshit about some random thing. I just tried to block him out and nod appropriately.
As i chewed the small piece of steak I noticed it tasted really good. All the adults were watching me intently. After a minute my mom asked, “Do you like it?” I nodded. They hooted laughter and yelled “It’s DEER NECK!”
“Deer!” she screamed, pointing to the forest. A little fawn trotted up to her, cocking its speckled head. The girl smiled and held out a fistful of berries to the young deer. It eagerly ate them up and nuzzled the girls hand. She looked at her watch, uh oh, time to go home.
Deer come out in the mountains and they are very quick. They are often run over by people who don’t see them cross the road. They like to hide and are light on their feet.
a deer in headlights
a sight unseen
the shocking reality
of what you might really mean
the surprise of your life
the fall of your death
the bright light of interrogation
and the horror that you felt
the fear of the future
and the excitement of what will come
makes you puke up your dinner
and spit out your gum
terminal diagnosis
and the symptoms psychosis
one of those days
that kicks you on your ass
and the fact of the matter
is the bitch is low class
you let it get you hot
and you need to blow of steam
so you put yourself in bed
because you can do nothing but just dream
His head was covered in blood. The mouth was still moving as if he was chewing on an imaginary leaf from a nearby bush. there was glass everywhere. I was stunned. It is not often that one comes face to face with a deer in such close proximity. I didn’t mean to hit him.
I dont think i ever want to be in a car when it hits a deer. Ive seen deer in the wild only a few times and it was magical. They are so silent when they move through the trees. Beautiful creatures…..<3
I saw a deer once. It was at the side of the road, hiding in the bushes. A look of fear crossed it’s eyes, as it saw the car approaching. Still, despite the fear, he stood in place, curiosity taking hold, and watched as the car passed by him. For a brief second, our eyes met, and an understanding passed between us.
once apon a time, i saw a deer at my grandma’s house. It was in a pack of four or five. They were in the middle of the road just standing there. We seriously almost hit them. Deer are so dumb.
I see deer everywhere and I try to be careful not to hit them when driving. I think they’re beautiful, and I feel bad for bambi, even though he’s a fictional character. I would never be able to hunt/kill deer.
Deer. The main constabulary assumption that drives all throbbing life forms together in this stupefying world of ours. As I shiver gently down the road of unforgiving sexuality, I learn that not all differences in the space/time continuum can be settled by a mere atrophy.
animal, looks like dear i like this animal alot. it is really pretty;) this is a really weird site. I feel like super awkward typing about this word…. what is this about?!?!?
deer spring through the forest lightly leaving no mark like we do on each other never pressing hard enough to help. don’t hold me like that. why do you look so sad?
once there was a deer that got hit by a car and it bounced up into the air prettyyyy high. honestly this is kinda sad cuz what did the deer ever do? nothing i tell you. nothing. you can look it up on youtube.
i feel neutral about deers because honestly they ate all the plants at my old house. i guess they’re cute. aaaaaaaaaaaaaa
I accidentally hit a deer with my car, on the way to work.
Why did I hit? You may ask. “Why hurt a cute creature?”
Well it was in my way and I was going to be late if I didn’t.
I hit that deer with my car.
Poor deer.
A deer? Here? Dear, look, a deer! Right in front of us, too! What does this deer do here? Amidst scyscrapers and air-polluting cars? Is this a queer deer? Does it fear its own kind?
I accidentally hit a deer with my car, on the way to work.
Why did I hit? You may ask. “Why hurt a cute creature?”
Well it was in my way and I was going to be late if I didn’t.
I hit that deer with my car.
in the headlights. have you ever felt like that? stuck without any idea of where to go? lost? like every deer in the headlight. thats how i feel everyday of my life. confused and paralyzed to the core. i dont think
Once i was driving down a country road with my dad. He hit it. Then he took it home and ate it for dinner. I was horrified. I cried myself to sleep that night, and then i had bad dreams about baby deer getting killed. GET THIS. they were getting killed my giant monkeys with machine guns. WTF?
I sit and count my scars. All the scars that you left behind when you left me to root in the cold. Did you even have a heart? Or was it all fake. I trusted you. I told you everything deep into the night while you held me in your arms. But the next day you vanished. Go and play your games, I’ve been played out. Its my turn to sit on the bleachers while you play the game. I was so nieve. I’m sorry that i believed you. I’m sorry that I let you dance all over me. I wonder how many times you went home and laughed at my foolishness while I danced around all alone, in love. But that was all a lie. A trick. A joke. All is said and done. And your gone with the wind, leaving nothing behind. They are the only memory I have left of you. My scars.
Antelope, I love you dear, I don’t know. I saw a deer get hit once. There’s lots of them on the island. They’re cute. They can kill you. Um. Skiddish. 60 seconds isn’t a lot of time. It makes my mind rush and I can’t think. Deer. John Doe. A deer, a deer, a female deer. Why am I doing this? Giving you time to finish your sentance kind of defetes the purpose. Look at this. I’ve written like 2 more sentances ’cause I’m abusing the privlage.
I love seeing deer on the side of the road in the wilderness. In autumn, they appear more frequently, just before the great hibernation. In West Hurley, they roam around the reservoir with their families, grazing on grass and traveling in groups.
Deer Jamie. I miss the way you fawned my little ones. I don’t care that you left me for that guy named Buck, but I doe miss your smile. You were my world, my orange jacket. I love you so much, come home little dear.
deer. i like to eat deer. deer jerky is probably one of the best things ever. one time christy cooked us deer manwhich. that was hysterical. deer. they are pretty. and pretty dangerous to your car. oh well. how much can you really say about deer? i mean come on.
there was a deer on the road and i accidently killed it. i was so sad that i did that. it was very pretty i think it was a girl….i killed bambis mom… thats not very good. Oh well at least it didnt get all over my car.
doe a deer a female deer. Ray a drop of golden sun. Me a name I call myself. Far a long long way to run. Sew a needle pulling thread. La a note to follow so. Tea a drink with jam and bread
Deer are always outside my window. Most people don’t believe me when I tell them that though. Cuz I’m from New Jersey and they think its dirty and urban and void of all life except guidos and mafiosos…. I love NJ.
Hunters track them down and shoot them despite their delicate beauty. They are hung up as trophies, their otherwordly magic lost as they adorn mantelpieces.
animal with fur…. furer than normal fur but not by depth but by density. You might think og =f one when you would like to have your christmas present delivered, but only if you think of yourself as a good guy.
Doe a deer, a female deer
ray a drop of golden sun
me, a name I call myself,
fa a long long way to go
sew with needle and thread
la lalalalala
tea- YES PLEASE
Deer, don’t call me deer I hardly know you
There are deer in Knole Park. I had sex in Knole park with my boyfriend on Christmas Eve when I was 15. It was quite uncomfortable and cold but extremely fun! We were definitely also a bit tipsy!
the deer ran accross the rode and into the oncoming traffic. It was on a killing spree, a killing spree where the victims were memories. All this deer wanted to do was make them stop.
He was hunting. He hated hunting. He thought it was stupid and senseless. He’d much rather spend his time being quiet, waiting for the deer to approach and trust him, becoming a famed “deer whisperer” since there didn’t seem to be such a profession already – and then he could convince the over-populous deer to migrate to other areas, stop having so many deer babies, and move on to professions other than eating, sleeping, and getting caught in headlights.
“Man fuck deer”
James was on another rant. I didn’t care, I just hung out at his house for the free pot. He was always spouting some bullshit about some random thing. I just tried to block him out and nod appropriately.
Deer, don’t go so soon. Your heart is fragile and something I want to conquer irrefutably. Never doubt me, I am yours.
As i chewed the small piece of steak I noticed it tasted really good. All the adults were watching me intently. After a minute my mom asked, “Do you like it?” I nodded. They hooted laughter and yelled “It’s DEER NECK!”
“Deer!” she screamed, pointing to the forest. A little fawn trotted up to her, cocking its speckled head. The girl smiled and held out a fistful of berries to the young deer. It eagerly ate them up and nuzzled the girls hand. She looked at her watch, uh oh, time to go home.
Deer come out in the mountains and they are very quick. They are often run over by people who don’t see them cross the road. They like to hide and are light on their feet.
El hombre virtual compró el último gadget restante. Dio clic y se desvaneció. Ahora es parte de todo. Está aquí, ahora. Allá, también.
a deer in headlights
a sight unseen
the shocking reality
of what you might really mean
the surprise of your life
the fall of your death
the bright light of interrogation
and the horror that you felt
the fear of the future
and the excitement of what will come
makes you puke up your dinner
and spit out your gum
terminal diagnosis
and the symptoms psychosis
one of those days
that kicks you on your ass
and the fact of the matter
is the bitch is low class
you let it get you hot
and you need to blow of steam
so you put yourself in bed
because you can do nothing but just dream
© LL
His head was covered in blood. The mouth was still moving as if he was chewing on an imaginary leaf from a nearby bush. there was glass everywhere. I was stunned. It is not often that one comes face to face with a deer in such close proximity. I didn’t mean to hit him.
I dont think i ever want to be in a car when it hits a deer. Ive seen deer in the wild only a few times and it was magical. They are so silent when they move through the trees. Beautiful creatures…..<3
I saw a deer once. It was at the side of the road, hiding in the bushes. A look of fear crossed it’s eyes, as it saw the car approaching. Still, despite the fear, he stood in place, curiosity taking hold, and watched as the car passed by him. For a brief second, our eyes met, and an understanding passed between us.
once apon a time, i saw a deer at my grandma’s house. It was in a pack of four or five. They were in the middle of the road just standing there. We seriously almost hit them. Deer are so dumb.
I see deer everywhere and I try to be careful not to hit them when driving. I think they’re beautiful, and I feel bad for bambi, even though he’s a fictional character. I would never be able to hunt/kill deer.
Deer. The main constabulary assumption that drives all throbbing life forms together in this stupefying world of ours. As I shiver gently down the road of unforgiving sexuality, I learn that not all differences in the space/time continuum can be settled by a mere atrophy.
fuck you all
and all you fuck
goodnight
fuck those creatures… they’re nothing, they’re pintlesss souls that eat plants off of MMMMMY trees. thats all i have to say
animal, looks like dear i like this animal alot. it is really pretty;) this is a really weird site. I feel like super awkward typing about this word…. what is this about?!?!?
deer spring through the forest lightly leaving no mark like we do on each other never pressing hard enough to help. don’t hold me like that. why do you look so sad?
slow,
lingering,
eyes open wide,
stop to stare
we shall watch in awe
once there was a deer that got hit by a car and it bounced up into the air prettyyyy high. honestly this is kinda sad cuz what did the deer ever do? nothing i tell you. nothing. you can look it up on youtube.
i feel neutral about deers because honestly they ate all the plants at my old house. i guess they’re cute. aaaaaaaaaaaaaa
I accidentally hit a deer with my car, on the way to work.
Why did I hit? You may ask. “Why hurt a cute creature?”
Well it was in my way and I was going to be late if I didn’t.
I hit that deer with my car.
Poor deer.
A deer? Here? Dear, look, a deer! Right in front of us, too! What does this deer do here? Amidst scyscrapers and air-polluting cars? Is this a queer deer? Does it fear its own kind?
I accidentally hit a deer with my car, on the way to work.
Why did I hit? You may ask. “Why hurt a cute creature?”
Well it was in my way and I was going to be late if I didn’t.
I hit that deer with my car.
in the headlights. have you ever felt like that? stuck without any idea of where to go? lost? like every deer in the headlight. thats how i feel everyday of my life. confused and paralyzed to the core. i dont think
Once i was driving down a country road with my dad. He hit it. Then he took it home and ate it for dinner. I was horrified. I cried myself to sleep that night, and then i had bad dreams about baby deer getting killed. GET THIS. they were getting killed my giant monkeys with machine guns. WTF?
I sit and count my scars. All the scars that you left behind when you left me to root in the cold. Did you even have a heart? Or was it all fake. I trusted you. I told you everything deep into the night while you held me in your arms. But the next day you vanished. Go and play your games, I’ve been played out. Its my turn to sit on the bleachers while you play the game. I was so nieve. I’m sorry that i believed you. I’m sorry that I let you dance all over me. I wonder how many times you went home and laughed at my foolishness while I danced around all alone, in love. But that was all a lie. A trick. A joke. All is said and done. And your gone with the wind, leaving nothing behind. They are the only memory I have left of you. My scars.
Antelope, I love you dear, I don’t know. I saw a deer get hit once. There’s lots of them on the island. They’re cute. They can kill you. Um. Skiddish. 60 seconds isn’t a lot of time. It makes my mind rush and I can’t think. Deer. John Doe. A deer, a deer, a female deer. Why am I doing this? Giving you time to finish your sentance kind of defetes the purpose. Look at this. I’ve written like 2 more sentances ’cause I’m abusing the privlage.
I love seeing deer on the side of the road in the wilderness. In autumn, they appear more frequently, just before the great hibernation. In West Hurley, they roam around the reservoir with their families, grazing on grass and traveling in groups.
deer on the side of the road this morning made me really depressed. i wish i could have shut her eyes!
Deer Jamie. I miss the way you fawned my little ones. I don’t care that you left me for that guy named Buck, but I doe miss your smile. You were my world, my orange jacket. I love you so much, come home little dear.
deer. i like to eat deer. deer jerky is probably one of the best things ever. one time christy cooked us deer manwhich. that was hysterical. deer. they are pretty. and pretty dangerous to your car. oh well. how much can you really say about deer? i mean come on.
A deer is a beautiful creature. My brother-in-law likes to kill them.
Once I found a deer’s head in my garden. It’s eyes made me sad.
So did all the blow-flys hanging around my washing line.
(I don’t find flies so great).
there was a deer on the road and i accidently killed it. i was so sad that i did that. it was very pretty i think it was a girl….i killed bambis mom… thats not very good. Oh well at least it didnt get all over my car.
So, Doe, la, far, me, doe, rae. So, doe, la, far, me, far, so. Doe, a deer, a female deer. Rae, a drop of golden sun! Me, a name I call myself.
doe a deer a female deer. Ray a drop of golden sun. Me a name I call myself. Far a long long way to run. Sew a needle pulling thread. La a note to follow so. Tea a drink with jam and bread
Deer are always outside my window. Most people don’t believe me when I tell them that though. Cuz I’m from New Jersey and they think its dirty and urban and void of all life except guidos and mafiosos…. I love NJ.
Hunters track them down and shoot them despite their delicate beauty. They are hung up as trophies, their otherwordly magic lost as they adorn mantelpieces.