Dry lips tend to scare me. Not because I think I’ll kiss them and they feel the way they should, but because I think if I kiss them they’ll bleed. Perhaps they’ll evaporate too.
not wet. nothing is wet at all. there is a desert, nothing for miles, and a drop of water immediately hits the ground, and the earth soaks it up. the desert transforms in to an oasis, and all is wet.
her dry breathes hit me hard against my side. she knoke me down all the way i wanted her to do it. “why did you hit me, i loved you… the suffring that you casue me is dry and painfulll but im willing to soffer becasue of you my love. I will grabb you from behind and kiss you hard. harder then anyone has ever kissed you in your entire existince. Feel the power in my lingiring kisses never let your body forget me
Moisture left the air and the sun’s rays seemed to soak up everything else was left. The trees had already started to feel the effect and everybody else certainly could not argue. It wasn’t just hot.
The weather was dry, and sunny. It never changed, day after day after day. Always Dry. I t made a person want to drink anything and everything, but that was how we lived at night, drinking. We drank until we fell down.
Swallowing sand down my throat meets the dust that coats my esophagus, coated with tar I cough up earth quakes that split cement under dehydrated children. Withered and plasmolysed, skin more of a leather hide, chaffed and peeling, smooth and unfeeling. Choking on the heat and the dirt in my mouth that’s sucking up any moisture, taking it for itself; a parasite on my tongue and in my cheeks. Cracked and brittle bones split shale sandstone tornadoes. Chewing on splinters and spitting them into the pavement. Lick the shattered glass off the floor of your basement. I bleed gravel onto cacti and fall into their spines.
Dry spitting flies wings flap push air passed my eyes, push and pull on the string attached to my thighs. They duck and swoop and crash then burn and all return to the scent which they yearn round my unwashed crotch it keeps them here (along with the tether I secure). I got a fresh batch of stink cooking up from underneath, so lick your lips and your fucking teeth, dive right in and fill your cheeks. Just remember to lay your eggs, I need something from this, I wanna feel that larvae under my skin, wanna feed them with my blood and my shit.
like my mouth after drinking 6 beers and smoking half a pack. pasty and stinky. dry like my skin on my shoulders. dry patches that have cropped up. sign of aging? sign of binging? dry. humour. like my father’s. dry and shriveled. like fruit thats been in a machine. to
summer s hot n dry in deserts but its not al that dry in asian countries,its extremely humid and sweaty… you jus gotta keep fillin urself up with gallons of water,its so important that u do it unless u wana suffer a sunstroke or somethin,either way… its hot wen its hot,one just cant survive in the heat in tropical countries… its so damn hot that even the sea water tastes a lil less salty
I looked across the barren land I was forced to cross. The sandy wind scraped against my hardened face, but no tears fell for the person I’d left behind
My mouth is utterly dry, I think its because I haven’t slept in over a 36 hours. Or maybe its because I’ve been drinking coffee like mad and smoking cigarettes.
Either way, dry is what I feel. And everything else is dry too, this place, this circumstance. Dryness. Complete lack of color, interest and
I dried my hair, while waiting for him to arrive. I thought about what might happen..
My throat suddenly constricted, and I had to choke back dry coughs of tears. Maybe this was it.
The dry air suffocated us as we lay in silence on the bedroom floor. It was the middle of August, the hottest time of year, and the only comfortable way to spend time was with your limbs spread around you, avoiding any direct skin-to-skin contact.
My mouth feels really dry right now. I think it’s because I shared almost an entire quarter ounce of weed today with my roommate. We tend to do that on Sundays when we have nothing to do. It’s a day we’ve unofficially devoted to utter carelessness and lethargy. Regardless of how many homework assignments we may have lingering over our heads, the desire to rid our boredom with our life circumstances always wins.
the earth was dry, smoking actually, there were people walking not too far from where the toaster had crashed to earth. They had seen it coming down from miles away and now gathered around to see what it was.
The earth was dry, i smoked looking into the heaven. the heat was getting on to me, dryness ever increasing signifying my frustration .
It’s a little strange but makes me wonder sometimes how these small words can give us the meaning of life, can give a reason to live, can become a reason to die. I salute u God
my mouth is dry. I”ve been drinkin cheap wine all night. it’s five thirty in the morning. I need to go to bet. dry is not good. I want more beer though. It’s sunday. I can’t buy any. Maybe I should take some asprin. dry
the air around me was too dry for me to take a breath without coughing; the sun had long ago set, and the stars were glaring icy bright down upon the roof of the car where i lay with her in my arms, but there was no comfort, no casual clean-smelling easiness, to the moment. I was trying not to breath.
dry. the weather is all hot. and the place is so dry. it doesn’t rain in the summer. of course the place will be dry. oh the place is so dry, makes me cry. why? its like an egg fry. …see, the humor is also dry.and other things are also dry. like dry skin and dry people.
when there’s no water its said to be dry. after using a towel we put it to dry . some places have dry climate that it less moisture in air. dry can be used to describe a way of replying also. like a dry reply. dry cleaning is used to clean clothes that cannot be washed
i was drowning.. and all i wanted for that moment is to feel dry.. not to breath not to live, just to experience for one more time, what it feels like to be dry to feel the sun on your skin.. a blessing.
you always have your drinks dry.
dry martini, dry wine.
even your humors are dry.
and in the wee hours after we spent hours by talking and embracing each other, I found out that my feelings for you, are dry as hell.
martini is dry and i havnt had martini which is extra dry with olives.
How dry is your throat when u have smoked up and how dry in the desert in which you smoked up like jack asses. Dry is also a rare emotion of stupid people maybe .ehhh.Dry and not dry is the question
arid sunset after too many hours at the beach which is ironic because you just spent all day in the water yet now you are remarkably way too dry. Thirsty and tired. skin feels parched and sticky at the same time . sometimes it’s warm and comforting when it’s cold outside and you pull a new shirt fresh from the dryer.
the sand stretched on for miles and miles. no one knew nor cared where he was, and now he was losing blood. would his luck never turn around? nevertheless, he persevered aand kept moving.
its dry here today, for a change, cos its spent the last ages actually pissing it down with rain. But then again it’s england, what more can you expect! i hope it stays dry today anyway because this afternoon im off to north london which will be joyous, apart from if it rains because then my hair will go frizzy & my shoes will get all muddy & ill come home looking like a drowned panda which is, ya know, quite an attractive look these days.
rly autumn in South Dakota. The feeling of being parched, very thirsty to the point of no other desire that than quenching the thirst. My skin in the winter. A day when the only thing I truly desire is to be in the midst of a waterfall.
Dry lips tend to scare me. Not because I think I’ll kiss them and they feel the way they should, but because I think if I kiss them they’ll bleed. Perhaps they’ll evaporate too.
By Beth on 05.04.2008
not wet. nothing is wet at all. there is a desert, nothing for miles, and a drop of water immediately hits the ground, and the earth soaks it up. the desert transforms in to an oasis, and all is wet.
By tasha on 05.04.2008
her dry breathes hit me hard against my side. she knoke me down all the way i wanted her to do it. “why did you hit me, i loved you… the suffring that you casue me is dry and painfulll but im willing to soffer becasue of you my love. I will grabb you from behind and kiss you hard. harder then anyone has ever kissed you in your entire existince. Feel the power in my lingiring kisses never let your body forget me
By Eli on 05.04.2008
Moisture left the air and the sun’s rays seemed to soak up everything else was left. The trees had already started to feel the effect and everybody else certainly could not argue. It wasn’t just hot.
By tori on 05.04.2008
The weather was dry, and sunny. It never changed, day after day after day. Always Dry. I t made a person want to drink anything and everything, but that was how we lived at night, drinking. We drank until we fell down.
By Krusty Ruffle on 05.04.2008
I didnt feel anything. I needed water. After all this time the water was all my body needed. Now.
By Elisabeth Ice Cream on 05.04.2008
Swallowing sand down my throat meets the dust that coats my esophagus, coated with tar I cough up earth quakes that split cement under dehydrated children. Withered and plasmolysed, skin more of a leather hide, chaffed and peeling, smooth and unfeeling. Choking on the heat and the dirt in my mouth that’s sucking up any moisture, taking it for itself; a parasite on my tongue and in my cheeks. Cracked and brittle bones split shale sandstone tornadoes. Chewing on splinters and spitting them into the pavement. Lick the shattered glass off the floor of your basement. I bleed gravel onto cacti and fall into their spines.
By Carn on 05.04.2008
Cracked and thirsty. Ground that is desperate for rain.
By Maggie on 05.04.2008
Dry spitting flies wings flap push air passed my eyes, push and pull on the string attached to my thighs. They duck and swoop and crash then burn and all return to the scent which they yearn round my unwashed crotch it keeps them here (along with the tether I secure). I got a fresh batch of stink cooking up from underneath, so lick your lips and your fucking teeth, dive right in and fill your cheeks. Just remember to lay your eggs, I need something from this, I wanna feel that larvae under my skin, wanna feed them with my blood and my shit.
By Katie on 05.04.2008
i like it wet better then dry cus dry is just wrong cus its not really real if its dry cus wen its wet it means ur doing it rite
By rachel on 05.04.2008
like my mouth after drinking 6 beers and smoking half a pack. pasty and stinky. dry like my skin on my shoulders. dry patches that have cropped up. sign of aging? sign of binging? dry. humour. like my father’s. dry and shriveled. like fruit thats been in a machine. to
By shishi on 05.04.2008
as a nuns tit… haha not sure that makes much sense, also thinkin of crackers.. the jacobs kind!! woop woop!
opposit to wet….. not cool…. not cool….
By Ali on 05.04.2008
summer s hot n dry in deserts but its not al that dry in asian countries,its extremely humid and sweaty… you jus gotta keep fillin urself up with gallons of water,its so important that u do it unless u wana suffer a sunstroke or somethin,either way… its hot wen its hot,one just cant survive in the heat in tropical countries… its so damn hot that even the sea water tastes a lil less salty
By bharath on 05.05.2008
is the opposite of wet, it can be like dry skin or dry food or whatever
By zach on 05.05.2008
I looked across the barren land I was forced to cross. The sandy wind scraped against my hardened face, but no tears fell for the person I’d left behind
By Kara on 05.05.2008
My mouth is utterly dry, I think its because I haven’t slept in over a 36 hours. Or maybe its because I’ve been drinking coffee like mad and smoking cigarettes.
Either way, dry is what I feel. And everything else is dry too, this place, this circumstance. Dryness. Complete lack of color, interest and
By Sohaib on 05.05.2008
I dried my hair, while waiting for him to arrive. I thought about what might happen..
My throat suddenly constricted, and I had to choke back dry coughs of tears. Maybe this was it.
By Sissy on 05.05.2008
dry
By Prita Himawan on 05.05.2008
Dry wind is the most dangerous one. It can dry your skin to the pores and your feeling to the core.
By Prita on 05.05.2008
The dry air suffocated us as we lay in silence on the bedroom floor. It was the middle of August, the hottest time of year, and the only comfortable way to spend time was with your limbs spread around you, avoiding any direct skin-to-skin contact.
By lindsay on 05.05.2008
desertnowaterskinflakythirstysandwindsunlack of humor not funny leave me alone boring
By Kurt Wirth on 05.05.2008
My mouth feels really dry right now. I think it’s because I shared almost an entire quarter ounce of weed today with my roommate. We tend to do that on Sundays when we have nothing to do. It’s a day we’ve unofficially devoted to utter carelessness and lethargy. Regardless of how many homework assignments we may have lingering over our heads, the desire to rid our boredom with our life circumstances always wins.
By 420 on 05.05.2008
paper, crackling, fire veural tendencies. lifeless nights and dry pillows, the cold that sleeps under me.
By Gabrielle on 05.05.2008
the earth was dry, smoking actually, there were people walking not too far from where the toaster had crashed to earth. They had seen it coming down from miles away and now gathered around to see what it was.
By maciek on 05.05.2008
The earth was dry, i smoked looking into the heaven. the heat was getting on to me, dryness ever increasing signifying my frustration .
It’s a little strange but makes me wonder sometimes how these small words can give us the meaning of life, can give a reason to live, can become a reason to die. I salute u God
By vaibhav on 05.05.2008
laundry
mouth
hot
sun
water
spit
sweat
humid
fluffy
clothes
cotton
warm
stiff
dirt
land
lake
desert
moisture
wine
bread
By Alex on 05.05.2008
my mouth is dry. I”ve been drinkin cheap wine all night. it’s five thirty in the morning. I need to go to bet. dry is not good. I want more beer though. It’s sunday. I can’t buy any. Maybe I should take some asprin. dry
By Atom on 05.05.2008
the air around me was too dry for me to take a breath without coughing; the sun had long ago set, and the stars were glaring icy bright down upon the roof of the car where i lay with her in my arms, but there was no comfort, no casual clean-smelling easiness, to the moment. I was trying not to breath.
By Matt Miller on 05.05.2008
dry. the weather is all hot. and the place is so dry. it doesn’t rain in the summer. of course the place will be dry. oh the place is so dry, makes me cry. why? its like an egg fry. …see, the humor is also dry.and other things are also dry. like dry skin and dry people.
By Makarand on 05.05.2008
when there’s no water its said to be dry. after using a towel we put it to dry . some places have dry climate that it less moisture in air. dry can be used to describe a way of replying also. like a dry reply. dry cleaning is used to clean clothes that cannot be washed
By siddhi on 05.05.2008
i was drowning.. and all i wanted for that moment is to feel dry.. not to breath not to live, just to experience for one more time, what it feels like to be dry to feel the sun on your skin.. a blessing.
By Ronny on 05.05.2008
you always have your drinks dry.
dry martini, dry wine.
even your humors are dry.
and in the wee hours after we spent hours by talking and embracing each other, I found out that my feelings for you, are dry as hell.
By rur on 05.05.2008
i’ve done dry already! Is this the only word you can throw at me?
Dry Dry Dry, that’s all you want me to think about.
Get Wet!
By maciek on 05.05.2008
martini is dry and i havnt had martini which is extra dry with olives.
How dry is your throat when u have smoked up and how dry in the desert in which you smoked up like jack asses. Dry is also a rare emotion of stupid people maybe .ehhh.Dry and not dry is the question
By Shikhar Sahay on 05.05.2008
Dry eyes keeps the rivers dry. Dry is why they all will die. Dry…
By carla on 05.05.2008
arid sunset after too many hours at the beach which is ironic because you just spent all day in the water yet now you are remarkably way too dry. Thirsty and tired. skin feels parched and sticky at the same time . sometimes it’s warm and comforting when it’s cold outside and you pull a new shirt fresh from the dryer.
By Deric on 05.05.2008
the sand stretched on for miles and miles. no one knew nor cared where he was, and now he was losing blood. would his luck never turn around? nevertheless, he persevered aand kept moving.
By Andy Baldwin on 05.05.2008
its dry here today, for a change, cos its spent the last ages actually pissing it down with rain. But then again it’s england, what more can you expect! i hope it stays dry today anyway because this afternoon im off to north london which will be joyous, apart from if it rains because then my hair will go frizzy & my shoes will get all muddy & ill come home looking like a drowned panda which is, ya know, quite an attractive look these days.
By bex (: on 05.05.2008
dirty,desert, no water, hard to live. No body.
Dying people. Love, donation, rock, concert, Jackson, Money, african, american
By Juliusimagination on 05.05.2008
rly autumn in South Dakota. The feeling of being parched, very thirsty to the point of no other desire that than quenching the thirst. My skin in the winter. A day when the only thing I truly desire is to be in the midst of a waterfall.
By Preacher on 05.05.2008