Well, I immediately think of jellyfish, which makes me think of Mary Krauszer who once licked a jellyfish. She does not recommend doing that. I am not surprised. Jellyfish are not made for licking, no matter how gelatinous they may appear.
Jelly. All the wonderful things I can say about Jelly that I could not possibly put down in 60 seconds. First of all, who doesn’t love Jelly? Jelly! Jelly with peanut butter, in a freakin’ sandwich. What gets better than that? Haters who tell me what Jelly is made of? They can go fuck themselves, because they’re just jealous that us strooong people can ignore that fact and indulge ourselves in the deliciousness of Jelly.
Jelly tasts the best on toast. I prefer it with peanut butter and I like strawberry jelly the most. A sticky substance however. But it adds to the flavor.
My bones and brain turn to jelly at the thought of you. Seeing you puts me in comatose. I do not understand what it is about your being that makes it so hard for me to exist in front of you. It’s as if you have some strange hold over me. A hold I can not get out of.
Hearing the tinkling keys of the piano just made my head spin! The pianist was playing my favourite song! Once I start dancing, I know I’ll turn to jelly when I hear the chorus – favourite – all – time – song!
Jelly reminds me of the times in my childhood when my mother or grandmother would make me peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I always liked for the crust to be trimmed off and for my sandwich to be cut into four pieces. The jelly was indeed my favorite part. It was so sweet yet tart. The coolness of it on my tongue was like no other feeling.
I don’t know if it’s just me or how this came to be, but I’ve become lazy enough to substitute the word: “jelly” to mean “jealous.” While other folks might say jelly in reference to a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, I say “jelly” when I’m jealous that you’re eating something like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
Get it? I am jelly of your peanut butter and jelly sandwich. There I said it.
The poolside cafe is full of small chidren – a little girl in a bag cap fringed with flowers is at the very edge looking down at the light rippled water — do you think it will grow she asks the elderly lady looking at her with alarm.
Jelly Belly – it’s that wee belly you get after you have had a baby and it never goes away – not even with exercise. Lady Belly – only ladies have these – you don’t necessarily need have had a baby to achieve the Lady Belly but believe me it look exactly like the Jelly Belly – be proud of yours whatever you want to call it (fat is never a good word)!
The sunlight shot in from the window and bounced off the wobbly, wibbly green surface. Jack giggled with curiosity and nerves. “What was this strange thing Mummy was carrying?”
He peered at the globule in front of him, his face blinking back at him, all long and distorted. He stuck out his tongue and Dad tapped the plate. Jack was fascinated as his green face wibble wobbled along with the dessert. He giggled again in pure delight!
All I wanted to do was buy jelly for my kid, Jasper thought as he huddled under the staircase. Bombs went off all around him, people were lying on the ground covered in blood, red as raspberry jelly.
Jelly. My face started to turn to jelly in the millisecond that it took for the flash to sear the top layer away. Then my eyes began to leak and smoke and turn to jelly as well. All the while I stood, waiting for the whole situation of my life to be solved with the cessation of the beating of my heart. And you know, it was all okay with me.
I always loved jelly. Something about the squishy texture as you eat it always soothed me. The way it felt like slime as you let it melt a bit in your mouth before swallowing. And how it still remained slightly solid as it disappeared down your throat.
Yes, I always liked jelly. Something which I suppose helped me a lot in my chosen career path.
Hot sand, deep water, and the weight of a monstrous sun on our backs as we row across the lagoon. Michael leaps from the boat into the water, and just as quickly grabs the side of the boat and calls to be pulled back in, his legs tucked under his chin and his laugh louder than his obvious panic. Jelly fish – swarming to the east in their thousands….
Jelly is delicious in many varieties. I prefer strawberry jelly, personally, but there is a multitude of different options. Are you an orange marmalade kind of person, or perhaps you enjoy a grape flavor with your crunchy peanut butter. There is no wrong choice when it comes to jelly, as they are all delcious in their own ways.
I think of jelly beans or jelly, the kind you put on toast. And then i think of ohhhhh fuck….. that band shit i”m so bad at names. They’re from oklahoma, like my dad. They sing the song about the girl who puts vaseline, not jelly, on her toast…..the Flamming lips!
i like this with peanut butter and bread.. it also makes me thing about jelly fish which make me thing about sponge bob.. i think sponge bob is sillly because there can be no beach underwater or for that matter a sink or drinks and yet they have them i just don’t understand. and what is the difference between jelly and jam? i’ve always wondered this. like does jam not have the fruit chunks or is just like a spreadable jello like substance .. omg i can’t believe jello is made out of animal bone marrow like gross why would people eat that.. i sure as hell am not eating jello ever again. thats nasty. cody is a jerk for playing me like that.
I think of jelly roll and Van the Man with this one, I hear him singing, and I remember those car trips on my own, wondering where I could find jelly roll on the way to Petaluma in the morning with the fog slowing down traffic and the cows watching me pass by, jelly rolls, so sweet.
jelly is like a fountain that streams down
or maybe it’s my brain splattered all over
and maybe it’s the lack of sleep i’ve experienced lately..
whatever it is – i like strawberry the most!
the red jelly dripped off of the biscuit and onto her blouse as she ate. No! Not the blouse! It had belonged to her mother. She could remember her mother wearing it when she was only a little girl. Before the war. And the great Zombie desolation.
i love pb sandwiches. no jelly. JUST peanut butter. my brother is the opposite – he wants jelly sandwiches. before i saw this word, i guessed that it would start with an “f” or a “j”. i feel mildly psychic. wooooo i’m tired
So there’s some jelly here, like int he stores where you have jell-o. jelly is very bouncy. It is very fun to bounce on. I always wished there was a lot of jelly that isn’t very liquidy, so I could jump on it without getting my socks wet. Wouldn’t that be so cool? It’s like in that one iPHone game I think it is, where you can jump on jellys. Or maybe it’s just my imagination. Because that would be kinda cool. Because jello is cool.
its peanut butta jelly time!! haha actually i plan on having a pbj sandwhich today. theres not much to say on jelly. i like grape and strawberry. my boyfriend really only likes grape jelly.
hmmm. i don’t think i’ve had some jelly some time in the recent past. i kinda miss it. when i was little we used to have this Jellyace. it was quite tasty. i love it. we would freeze it sometimes and eat them all. orange was my favorite :D
Makes great sandwiches with peanut butter, and people use its petroleum variant for kinky shit. Makes you realize how context is everything. But yeah; jelly. Bringing pleasure, both in food and in sex since forever. Or as long as I’ve known of it anyway.
I put in on all of the toast in the house. And one by one the birds came for it. They came in troves of 3’s and 4’s. But soon, they became sick with the seeds of my
namely apricot jam. No one was impressed, except for the small black child who laughed and laughed at the silly looking birds. Sick on jelly.
The jelly hit her square in the face and she could feel it everywhere; creeping into the crevices of her eyes, filling up her noise, invading her mouth, and then, worst of all, ever so slowly sliding down her face, only to land safely in the cradle of her v-neck t-shirt.
peanut butter and jelly. reminds me of that show with those otters on it. macaroni song, noodle, do the noodle dance. jelly is not as good as jam. unless there are stems. then it is sick to have jam and better to have jelly. but really good with buttter and toast I would say. jelly…also allie loves patroleum jelly but thats different
jelly. reminds me of kelly, jelly. jelly is worse than jam because it’s like rubber. jam is so much more smooth and creamy and soaks into your biscuit or toast like dew settling into the grass on a cold fall morning. it is the best. jelly just sits on top like a slug on a log.
It’s only up from here,
up to the sky,
with our wings
and bright eyes.
We’ll soar in the sea
where our faces will meet
and we’ll see each other
once again on the other side,
going up, leaning into our dive
into the sun,
knowing
we are the only ones.
peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are yummy. jellyfish are mean. i don’t know what else to say. grape jelly is gross. red plum jam is good. know the difference between jelly and jam? i can’t jelly my cock in your mouth. on how i met your mother, that joke got barney the silent treatment from lily for an entire episode. it was funny. i don’t understand the point of this.
He feels the weakness in his legs, the softness of jelly, the quivering of knees, uncontrollable, like clockwork; like a hidden, awakening instinct. A dull ache in his chest rings hollow. A clutch to his dizzying head. Is this what it means to feel, he wonders? Not just imagining a feeling, vociferating its existence or the probability of its existence, but truly perceiving it? The tactile quality of this, this feeling (still new, and he dare not wonder its name), this malaise…where did it come from?
Jelly in the UK and Ireland means Jello in the USA. Jelly is a sweet, wobbly food that kids like and adults hate.
cold, drip down my knife
drip down my fingers into my throat
bubble in my mouth
sweet goop of completeness
i’m drowning in your texture
solid or liquid
solid or liquid
solid or liquid
…choose
Well, I immediately think of jellyfish, which makes me think of Mary Krauszer who once licked a jellyfish. She does not recommend doing that. I am not surprised. Jellyfish are not made for licking, no matter how gelatinous they may appear.
Jelly. All the wonderful things I can say about Jelly that I could not possibly put down in 60 seconds. First of all, who doesn’t love Jelly? Jelly! Jelly with peanut butter, in a freakin’ sandwich. What gets better than that? Haters who tell me what Jelly is made of? They can go fuck themselves, because they’re just jealous that us strooong people can ignore that fact and indulge ourselves in the deliciousness of Jelly.
Jelly tasts the best on toast. I prefer it with peanut butter and I like strawberry jelly the most. A sticky substance however. But it adds to the flavor.
My bones and brain turn to jelly at the thought of you. Seeing you puts me in comatose. I do not understand what it is about your being that makes it so hard for me to exist in front of you. It’s as if you have some strange hold over me. A hold I can not get out of.
Hearing the tinkling keys of the piano just made my head spin! The pianist was playing my favourite song! Once I start dancing, I know I’ll turn to jelly when I hear the chorus – favourite – all – time – song!
Jelly reminds me of the times in my childhood when my mother or grandmother would make me peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I always liked for the crust to be trimmed off and for my sandwich to be cut into four pieces. The jelly was indeed my favorite part. It was so sweet yet tart. The coolness of it on my tongue was like no other feeling.
I don’t know if it’s just me or how this came to be, but I’ve become lazy enough to substitute the word: “jelly” to mean “jealous.” While other folks might say jelly in reference to a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, I say “jelly” when I’m jealous that you’re eating something like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
Get it? I am jelly of your peanut butter and jelly sandwich. There I said it.
The poolside cafe is full of small chidren – a little girl in a bag cap fringed with flowers is at the very edge looking down at the light rippled water — do you think it will grow she asks the elderly lady looking at her with alarm.
Jelly Belly – it’s that wee belly you get after you have had a baby and it never goes away – not even with exercise. Lady Belly – only ladies have these – you don’t necessarily need have had a baby to achieve the Lady Belly but believe me it look exactly like the Jelly Belly – be proud of yours whatever you want to call it (fat is never a good word)!
The sunlight shot in from the window and bounced off the wobbly, wibbly green surface. Jack giggled with curiosity and nerves. “What was this strange thing Mummy was carrying?”
He peered at the globule in front of him, his face blinking back at him, all long and distorted. He stuck out his tongue and Dad tapped the plate. Jack was fascinated as his green face wibble wobbled along with the dessert. He giggled again in pure delight!
All I wanted to do was buy jelly for my kid, Jasper thought as he huddled under the staircase. Bombs went off all around him, people were lying on the ground covered in blood, red as raspberry jelly.
peanut butter stickiness like the floor of a movie theater, first kiss, whore , spagetti straps, mussolini, WWII
Jelly. My face started to turn to jelly in the millisecond that it took for the flash to sear the top layer away. Then my eyes began to leak and smoke and turn to jelly as well. All the while I stood, waiting for the whole situation of my life to be solved with the cessation of the beating of my heart. And you know, it was all okay with me.
On my toast is one of the best parts of my day. Blackberry, peach, straberry, you name it, i like it, and ill eat it on my toast any day!
I always loved jelly. Something about the squishy texture as you eat it always soothed me. The way it felt like slime as you let it melt a bit in your mouth before swallowing. And how it still remained slightly solid as it disappeared down your throat.
Yes, I always liked jelly. Something which I suppose helped me a lot in my chosen career path.
Hot sand, deep water, and the weight of a monstrous sun on our backs as we row across the lagoon. Michael leaps from the boat into the water, and just as quickly grabs the side of the boat and calls to be pulled back in, his legs tucked under his chin and his laugh louder than his obvious panic. Jelly fish – swarming to the east in their thousands….
Jelly donuts are gross. Once I heard a dirty comparison of first fingering a vagina felt like fingering a jelly donut. Read it in Sleepers. Good book.
Jelly is delicious in many varieties. I prefer strawberry jelly, personally, but there is a multitude of different options. Are you an orange marmalade kind of person, or perhaps you enjoy a grape flavor with your crunchy peanut butter. There is no wrong choice when it comes to jelly, as they are all delcious in their own ways.
I think of jelly beans or jelly, the kind you put on toast. And then i think of ohhhhh fuck….. that band shit i”m so bad at names. They’re from oklahoma, like my dad. They sing the song about the girl who puts vaseline, not jelly, on her toast…..the Flamming lips!
i like this with peanut butter and bread.. it also makes me thing about jelly fish which make me thing about sponge bob.. i think sponge bob is sillly because there can be no beach underwater or for that matter a sink or drinks and yet they have them i just don’t understand. and what is the difference between jelly and jam? i’ve always wondered this. like does jam not have the fruit chunks or is just like a spreadable jello like substance .. omg i can’t believe jello is made out of animal bone marrow like gross why would people eat that.. i sure as hell am not eating jello ever again. thats nasty. cody is a jerk for playing me like that.
I think of jelly roll and Van the Man with this one, I hear him singing, and I remember those car trips on my own, wondering where I could find jelly roll on the way to Petaluma in the morning with the fog slowing down traffic and the cows watching me pass by, jelly rolls, so sweet.
I havent had it in so long. Its good but unesesary.
Jelly.
I like Jelly… but without peanut butter.
I happen to be allergic to peanuts…
Nuts!
Whats a person to do when theres no peanut butter for my jelly?!
So… nutella?
I can eat nutella… its quite delicious.
So I need to find the nutella to my jelly. It would be quite delicious
Come find me my nutella to my jelly.
jelly is like a fountain that streams down
or maybe it’s my brain splattered all over
and maybe it’s the lack of sleep i’ve experienced lately..
whatever it is – i like strawberry the most!
the red jelly dripped off of the biscuit and onto her blouse as she ate. No! Not the blouse! It had belonged to her mother. She could remember her mother wearing it when she was only a little girl. Before the war. And the great Zombie desolation.
i love pb sandwiches. no jelly. JUST peanut butter. my brother is the opposite – he wants jelly sandwiches. before i saw this word, i guessed that it would start with an “f” or a “j”. i feel mildly psychic. wooooo i’m tired
So there’s some jelly here, like int he stores where you have jell-o. jelly is very bouncy. It is very fun to bounce on. I always wished there was a lot of jelly that isn’t very liquidy, so I could jump on it without getting my socks wet. Wouldn’t that be so cool? It’s like in that one iPHone game I think it is, where you can jump on jellys. Or maybe it’s just my imagination. Because that would be kinda cool. Because jello is cool.
its peanut butta jelly time!! haha actually i plan on having a pbj sandwhich today. theres not much to say on jelly. i like grape and strawberry. my boyfriend really only likes grape jelly.
jelly
hmmm. i don’t think i’ve had some jelly some time in the recent past. i kinda miss it. when i was little we used to have this Jellyace. it was quite tasty. i love it. we would freeze it sometimes and eat them all. orange was my favorite :D
Makes great sandwiches with peanut butter, and people use its petroleum variant for kinky shit. Makes you realize how context is everything. But yeah; jelly. Bringing pleasure, both in food and in sex since forever. Or as long as I’ve known of it anyway.
I put in on all of the toast in the house. And one by one the birds came for it. They came in troves of 3’s and 4’s. But soon, they became sick with the seeds of my
namely apricot jam. No one was impressed, except for the small black child who laughed and laughed at the silly looking birds. Sick on jelly.
The jelly hit her square in the face and she could feel it everywhere; creeping into the crevices of her eyes, filling up her noise, invading her mouth, and then, worst of all, ever so slowly sliding down her face, only to land safely in the cradle of her v-neck t-shirt.
She was going to kill him.
Damn food fights.
peanut butter and jelly. reminds me of that show with those otters on it. macaroni song, noodle, do the noodle dance. jelly is not as good as jam. unless there are stems. then it is sick to have jam and better to have jelly. but really good with buttter and toast I would say. jelly…also allie loves patroleum jelly but thats different
jelly. reminds me of kelly, jelly. jelly is worse than jam because it’s like rubber. jam is so much more smooth and creamy and soaks into your biscuit or toast like dew settling into the grass on a cold fall morning. it is the best. jelly just sits on top like a slug on a log.
It’s only up from here,
up to the sky,
with our wings
and bright eyes.
We’ll soar in the sea
where our faces will meet
and we’ll see each other
once again on the other side,
going up, leaning into our dive
into the sun,
knowing
we are the only ones.
peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are yummy. jellyfish are mean. i don’t know what else to say. grape jelly is gross. red plum jam is good. know the difference between jelly and jam? i can’t jelly my cock in your mouth. on how i met your mother, that joke got barney the silent treatment from lily for an entire episode. it was funny. i don’t understand the point of this.
He feels the weakness in his legs, the softness of jelly, the quivering of knees, uncontrollable, like clockwork; like a hidden, awakening instinct. A dull ache in his chest rings hollow. A clutch to his dizzying head. Is this what it means to feel, he wonders? Not just imagining a feeling, vociferating its existence or the probability of its existence, but truly perceiving it? The tactile quality of this, this feeling (still new, and he dare not wonder its name), this malaise…where did it come from?