Dennis and Florence once again invited all their friends and family over for Thanksgiving dinner. They had the finest linen, fine plastic plates, polished wooden forks and had a twelve-course meal planned, complete with turkey, stuffing, and steamed radishes. They pulled out all the stops this time, and were really excited about having everyone over on October 27th. As the evening drew on, they wondered why nobody had shown up. Flakes.
I already wrote about this marvelous topic. my own visage is flaking off my very eye. falling to the table, resting beside my beer and keyboard. why have you forsaken me flake. may you be frosted, cold, tempered or truly ripened with a cold dark desire of passionate infatuation. be gone, go away. enough for today. a new word i say hooooray!
snow flakes are so pretty. but flakes are not, they are caused by a dry scalp…gross! but you can also be a flake. Not showing up to prior arrangements such as hanging out with friends and not going to dinner parties can also constitute as being a flake. overall flakes can be pretty but overall shitty .
I knew the doctor would be wrong. Call it a gut feeling, but I knew with very little uncertainty. As I washed my children’s hair, I watched as the little flakes fell from their scalp only to be tangled in their hair. “Sorry honey. I don’t know who passed this on to you. Let’s just say its another gift from your absent father.”
come to my my friend, this french fry is dripping with juicy flakes. begin to start with another paranormal experience. that we are all flaking with this ripe duty. now begin to combine the essence of your flake with two more. you will have a conspiracy of flake. the flake conspiracy is a force to be reckoned with.
Corn flakes scattered the floor as Jess walked past the table. She was never the most graceful, and being a waitress at the hotel proved it. It seemed like every time she turned around something broke, or was spilt.
corn flakes are the most amazing cereal ever. The only problem that I can see wrong with them are that they get all soggy if you leave them in the milk for too long. That is absolutely disgusting but the actual taste of cornflakes when you eat them, fantastic. However, flakes as in like…people, irritating. They can’t ever make up their mind.
my grandfather eats corn flakes every morning for breakfast. Sometimes however his breakfast is at 4 am. i hear the spoon hitting the sides of the bowl, and i think just because its that early those sounds are heightened.
glistening in the subtle chilling breeze as they drift downward, caressing frost-bitten cheeks, dappling their appearance on many a warm winter scarf, hat and jacket. Beautiful tiny flakes of joy, bitter frozen upon first glance, melting upon contact and smoldering through your pores, deep down inside, such a warm feeing resides.
Snowflakes. Cornflakes. Flakes… of dandruff. That sounds… I like the first 2, but not the last. I wish I could see snowflakes in my country here. I haven’t seen it for such a long time. Sigh.
falling in the cold dark sky ;
snowflakes fall in front of your eyes.
glistening in the beautiful day ;
snow on the hilltop’s not here to stay.
for it will melt when the weather is changing ;
like our hearts it will never be still.
Flakes could come in many forms, snow flakes, dandruff flakes or frosted flakes. Most flakes are very annoying especially when it comes to something on the body and some flakes are extremely tasty such as Frosted Flakes. You can’t forget about our oh so famous Snow Flakes we see in December. SO beautiful and white as it comes trickling down from the sky.
Sure they were goofy, but they boys liked being with each other, and didn’t much care for the rest of the junior class. “AV club boys” is what Jim thought about them, although he was pretty sure there weren’t AV clubs in high school any more. The twins never seemed to quite fit in, and not just because their red heads were the only ones among their hundreds of classmates in this Japanese school
Flakes of everything–snow and dandruff and frosted. It’s the little details that matter, the thin little flakes in your breakfast and your hair and stuck in your eyelashes on your way to your car through the parking lot. Flakes are like little building blocks of crystalline detail.
snow i love the snow and everything that goes with it like snowboarding and all of my winter friends and its so pretty i love winter so so much with the warm clothes and the hot cocoa and everybody so comfy cozy in all their bundly clothes it makes me happy. flakes make me think of winter which makes me happy. flakes make mollie happy. mollie loves flakes. <3
Friends can be flakes. Not the good kind either. Not the snowy kind that tickles your nose as you hide your face in a scarf on Christmas Eve. Or the kind that warms your mouth as you bite into a pastry. No, the bad kind. The kind that leave you alone when you need them most. Most of the time though, friends are better than biscuits or snow.
She had flKes on her licorice sweater. This might have been repulsive to men who hated dead skin, buy I could have cared less. In fact the tension beteen her natural beauty and crumbling hygiene was magnetic. I intended to hold her tiny shoulders without notice on her human snow. Soon enough there would be only skin.
Flakes are the things that make snow cold, biscuits warm, people untrustworthy. They fall from the sky or crumble from your mouth as you bite into a pastry.
Flakes falling the way paper does or the leaves in the fall. Swaying back and forth gradually falling down until hitting the ground where it will meet it’s last fate. Shall I stick or shall I melt?
Frosted Flakes are moooore than good, they’re great.
Tony the Tiger
Someone who bails last minute.
Cereal noms.
Snow flakes fall white in the wintertime.
Flakes, like what fall from the sky, or if you’re not very lucky from your hair. the way that they shimmered in the mirror was a surprise to dan, who always thought that the two types of flakes were alike. so he felt that his dandruff should float from his hair onto the rolls and valleys of his sport coat while he readied himself for another day at the kids’ school
snowflakes are pretty. and corn flakes are….actually kind of gross. but i like frosted flakes. that tiger is probably a pedophile though. i used to really like that commercial for some reason though. i think it was the song.
flakes, like corn flakes. or frosted flakes. or dandruff flakes. basically, there’s delicious flakes and there’s disgusting flakes. i’m more of a fan of the delicious kid (call me crazy). why did i immediately think of cereal? i think i’m hungry. i might get food after this. but probably not. i’m too lazy to get up. haha oh well. flakes. snowflakes.
flakes of snow come falling down all around. I like to eat cornflakes from time to time but only with lots of sugar. If the cornflakes are covered in sugar they’re no good. Dandruff flakes are bad, but when I was little I used to scratch my head and make the flakes of dead skin fall down on my desk so I could see how bad the dandruff really was.
The words fell from my mouth before I even knew they did.
“You’re a flake.”
He stared back at me, looking flabbergasted that I had even mentioned anything of the sort. He chided those who were unreliable, and here I was, insulting his best trait.
“I’m losing, and you’re not helping…”
Randy stood up and shook his head. The flakes came pouring down like wet pasta thrown out of a window. “My god,” Randy thought, “Look at these flakes come pouring down. It’s like wet pasta being thrown out of a window.”
Tender snowflakes floated gently onto the windowsill and, through the window, the mirth of a family was visible by a roaring fire. The holidays were definitely upon them.
Suzy Snowflake is the name of a Christmas song that was popular in the 50s. My brother learned it on piano one year; I still remember him sheepishly grinning as he sang up the stairs, following her. Now snowflakes are the thing that always remind me of her, and I want one tattooed in her memory soon.
Furiously scratching, he saw the flakes of skin drifted off and moving away. In the short space of time when eh felt respite from the itching, his arm felt hot and the torn skin stung as the blood flowed to the surface and leaked out.
The snowflakes beneath my black shoes. I wish to see them. To read their giggling thoughts. I wish to frame them. To hold them and melt with them. For these flakes were the only ones who knew we actually existed.
He sat at the kitchen table, squinting at the folded paper in front of his face. The pink and green safety scissors unwieldy in his hold, resisting his turning wrist. With the last snip, he unfolded the first flakes of winter.
flakes!
Dennis and Florence once again invited all their friends and family over for Thanksgiving dinner. They had the finest linen, fine plastic plates, polished wooden forks and had a twelve-course meal planned, complete with turkey, stuffing, and steamed radishes. They pulled out all the stops this time, and were really excited about having everyone over on October 27th. As the evening drew on, they wondered why nobody had shown up. Flakes.
I already wrote about this marvelous topic. my own visage is flaking off my very eye. falling to the table, resting beside my beer and keyboard. why have you forsaken me flake. may you be frosted, cold, tempered or truly ripened with a cold dark desire of passionate infatuation. be gone, go away. enough for today. a new word i say hooooray!
snow flakes are so pretty. but flakes are not, they are caused by a dry scalp…gross! but you can also be a flake. Not showing up to prior arrangements such as hanging out with friends and not going to dinner parties can also constitute as being a flake. overall flakes can be pretty but overall shitty .
I knew the doctor would be wrong. Call it a gut feeling, but I knew with very little uncertainty. As I washed my children’s hair, I watched as the little flakes fell from their scalp only to be tangled in their hair. “Sorry honey. I don’t know who passed this on to you. Let’s just say its another gift from your absent father.”
come to my my friend, this french fry is dripping with juicy flakes. begin to start with another paranormal experience. that we are all flaking with this ripe duty. now begin to combine the essence of your flake with two more. you will have a conspiracy of flake. the flake conspiracy is a force to be reckoned with.
Corn flakes scattered the floor as Jess walked past the table. She was never the most graceful, and being a waitress at the hotel proved it. It seemed like every time she turned around something broke, or was spilt.
corn flakes are the most amazing cereal ever. The only problem that I can see wrong with them are that they get all soggy if you leave them in the milk for too long. That is absolutely disgusting but the actual taste of cornflakes when you eat them, fantastic. However, flakes as in like…people, irritating. They can’t ever make up their mind.
my grandfather eats corn flakes every morning for breakfast. Sometimes however his breakfast is at 4 am. i hear the spoon hitting the sides of the bowl, and i think just because its that early those sounds are heightened.
Some flakes are frosty, some are bran, and some are wheat. But I like mine to be corn. I really don’t eat too much though, I am an oatmeal gal myself.
glistening in the subtle chilling breeze as they drift downward, caressing frost-bitten cheeks, dappling their appearance on many a warm winter scarf, hat and jacket. Beautiful tiny flakes of joy, bitter frozen upon first glance, melting upon contact and smoldering through your pores, deep down inside, such a warm feeing resides.
Snowflakes. Cornflakes. Flakes… of dandruff. That sounds… I like the first 2, but not the last. I wish I could see snowflakes in my country here. I haven’t seen it for such a long time. Sigh.
falling in the cold dark sky ;
snowflakes fall in front of your eyes.
glistening in the beautiful day ;
snow on the hilltop’s not here to stay.
for it will melt when the weather is changing ;
like our hearts it will never be still.
Flakes could come in many forms, snow flakes, dandruff flakes or frosted flakes. Most flakes are very annoying especially when it comes to something on the body and some flakes are extremely tasty such as Frosted Flakes. You can’t forget about our oh so famous Snow Flakes we see in December. SO beautiful and white as it comes trickling down from the sky.
Sure they were goofy, but they boys liked being with each other, and didn’t much care for the rest of the junior class. “AV club boys” is what Jim thought about them, although he was pretty sure there weren’t AV clubs in high school any more. The twins never seemed to quite fit in, and not just because their red heads were the only ones among their hundreds of classmates in this Japanese school
Flakes of everything–snow and dandruff and frosted. It’s the little details that matter, the thin little flakes in your breakfast and your hair and stuck in your eyelashes on your way to your car through the parking lot. Flakes are like little building blocks of crystalline detail.
snow i love the snow and everything that goes with it like snowboarding and all of my winter friends and its so pretty i love winter so so much with the warm clothes and the hot cocoa and everybody so comfy cozy in all their bundly clothes it makes me happy. flakes make me think of winter which makes me happy. flakes make mollie happy. mollie loves flakes. <3
Friends can be flakes. Not the good kind either. Not the snowy kind that tickles your nose as you hide your face in a scarf on Christmas Eve. Or the kind that warms your mouth as you bite into a pastry. No, the bad kind. The kind that leave you alone when you need them most. Most of the time though, friends are better than biscuits or snow.
She had flKes on her licorice sweater. This might have been repulsive to men who hated dead skin, buy I could have cared less. In fact the tension beteen her natural beauty and crumbling hygiene was magnetic. I intended to hold her tiny shoulders without notice on her human snow. Soon enough there would be only skin.
Flakes are the things that make snow cold, biscuits warm, people untrustworthy. They fall from the sky or crumble from your mouth as you bite into a pastry.
Flakes falling the way paper does or the leaves in the fall. Swaying back and forth gradually falling down until hitting the ground where it will meet it’s last fate. Shall I stick or shall I melt?
Frosted Flakes are moooore than good, they’re great.
Tony the Tiger
Someone who bails last minute.
Cereal noms.
Snow flakes fall white in the wintertime.
Flakes, like what fall from the sky, or if you’re not very lucky from your hair. the way that they shimmered in the mirror was a surprise to dan, who always thought that the two types of flakes were alike. so he felt that his dandruff should float from his hair onto the rolls and valleys of his sport coat while he readied himself for another day at the kids’ school
snowflakes are pretty. and corn flakes are….actually kind of gross. but i like frosted flakes. that tiger is probably a pedophile though. i used to really like that commercial for some reason though. i think it was the song.
snow flakes all look the same to me. we are told how extremely different they all are and what not but honestly. all, snow. flakes. are. the. same.
flakes, like corn flakes. or frosted flakes. or dandruff flakes. basically, there’s delicious flakes and there’s disgusting flakes. i’m more of a fan of the delicious kid (call me crazy). why did i immediately think of cereal? i think i’m hungry. i might get food after this. but probably not. i’m too lazy to get up. haha oh well. flakes. snowflakes.
Ontop your head.
Keep them close.
They love you all the same.
snow flakes fall on my head when it snows. they cake up on the ground and become snowmen as little kids play around.
No two snowflakes are the same. Isn’t that amazing? A swirling flurry of icy little flakes all looking different from one another. Just like people.
flakes of snow come falling down all around. I like to eat cornflakes from time to time but only with lots of sugar. If the cornflakes are covered in sugar they’re no good. Dandruff flakes are bad, but when I was little I used to scratch my head and make the flakes of dead skin fall down on my desk so I could see how bad the dandruff really was.
The words fell from my mouth before I even knew they did.
“You’re a flake.”
He stared back at me, looking flabbergasted that I had even mentioned anything of the sort. He chided those who were unreliable, and here I was, insulting his best trait.
“I’m losing, and you’re not helping…”
SCALES
Flexing, spent.
A heaving chested
beast asleep.
The excesses raked
into a pyre;
season of smoke in the air-
the cider pressed thrust of this
shedding, like less brillant stars.
Randy stood up and shook his head. The flakes came pouring down like wet pasta thrown out of a window. “My god,” Randy thought, “Look at these flakes come pouring down. It’s like wet pasta being thrown out of a window.”
He kneeled and bowed his head.
“My god,” he whispered.
Tender snowflakes floated gently onto the windowsill and, through the window, the mirth of a family was visible by a roaring fire. The holidays were definitely upon them.
Suzy Snowflake is the name of a Christmas song that was popular in the 50s. My brother learned it on piano one year; I still remember him sheepishly grinning as he sang up the stairs, following her. Now snowflakes are the thing that always remind me of her, and I want one tattooed in her memory soon.
Furiously scratching, he saw the flakes of skin drifted off and moving away. In the short space of time when eh felt respite from the itching, his arm felt hot and the torn skin stung as the blood flowed to the surface and leaked out.
BITCH I WANT MY CORN-FLAKES BACK!
ready for snow flakes to fall. though not as ready as i am for the sunshine of june to return.
The snowflakes beneath my black shoes. I wish to see them. To read their giggling thoughts. I wish to frame them. To hold them and melt with them. For these flakes were the only ones who knew we actually existed.
He sat at the kitchen table, squinting at the folded paper in front of his face. The pink and green safety scissors unwieldy in his hold, resisting his turning wrist. With the last snip, he unfolded the first flakes of winter.