I closed my eyes and flinched as the needle began to immerse into my arm. I uncomfortably felt liquid saturate my entire arm, and then it was over. My proclivity to scream and thrash vanished as I suddenly was overwhelmed with fatigue
The sensatiion of pins and needles increased even greater as she stood from the warm earth. The sun light heated her incrediably soo. SHe slipped her sandels on and headed into the house. mother would be up soon, and in her age would quite likely panic in her daughthers absence.
i like to shoot up heroin. with a rusty needle. i’m a classy broad. oh look at me, with my trashbag tshirt and my underwear made of sandwich bags sewn together with squirrel whiskers. yeah!
There was a sharp pricking in my arm, and before i knew it, the pain was over. It subsided rapidly, and I could feel the uncomfortable feeling of the gooey liquid saturate my entire arm. This was my metamorphosis, and my proclivity to thrash and scream was erased.
with a needle and thread ill stich my heart. the wounds may heel but scars will remain. with a needle i will attach my life back together and live with the peace that all this time i had hidden my needle and thread
The needle lays, innocent as the Lamb,
In the dirt, where she was discarded.
She is plucked from her perch,
Gripped as a long time friend
She is never wooed
never charmed
never courted
But Abused. Abused. Abused. Abused.
Left to find solitude in another temporary home.
There was a needle on my floor once. I stepped on it. It buried itself a good half inch into the meat of my little foot. I was about 7 years old at the time. Probably younger. I cried like a little bitch. Well, I’m 18 now, so I guess it was normal for me to cry from stepping on a needle then, not now though. If I stepped on a needle now, I would probably laugh..
needles in the hay, this is what I am. In a sense, the universe is so vast, so immensely endless that my existence is actually meaningless. This is not something to be pessimistic about, quite the opposite actually. It proves that the discrepancies one faces are truly meaningless, but we focus our energy on them because that’s all we know.
A needle is used for numerous things, but one imperticular is at a doctors office, or hospital. Needles are used daily for either drawing blood, or giving medicines to patienences in need. It helps people by helping dianosase a problem (withdrawling blood) or curing a patient (helping them recieve needed medicine).
i have a neddle in my drawer that needs to bve picked up and placed under my skin in order to remove the splinter inserted from beneath the stairs . i am now blabing about a needle and all its uses. One
needle in the hay, that is truly what I am. In a sense, the universe is so incredibly vast, so incredibly unknown that my existence is actually quite fruitless. This is not something to be pessimistic about, rather the opposite in fact. Having this in mind, one realizes the petty discrepancies one faces in life are in fact meaningless.
Sew many dreams, finding the right one to peruse is like trying to find a needle in a haystack and once you find it, its harder to fit in than the eye of a needle, I’m in the eye of the storm and fresh out of of hell and awaiting the next round.
there was a needle in a haystack, and we couldn’t locate it, all we could do was search and search, but we had allergies and it was bad, so we decided to go in the house and wash off our clothes and our hands, but then our clothes ripped, and so we had to sew them, with a needle, which we didn’t have, because we lost it in a stack of hay, outside in the barn, that we don’t have. But why did we take the needle outside in the first place? Storm needed her shot.
A needle isn’t very important in the lives of many, but It is all that some know. Isn’t it odd to those of us who pursue more “noble” aspirations that someone, somewhere, is concerned with nothing more than a beautiful embroidery? When the American flag was needed, so was this someone.
I think needles are the scariest thing ever and I need to be sedated to have one injected in me. They are really scary but I kinda want a tattoo so thats not good. Probably not going to happen. What the fuckkk. Needles. Meooooow. Scary. Tigers. Rawarrrrr. I get more time! Haha, I have messed with your system by clicking the page back button. Now I get another minute but I am not talking about needles anymore. I WANT TO HAVE FUN AND GET BLIDGE. I dont want to be sick anymore. So dumb. NEEDLES.
needle in a haystack, go to the doctor and get a shot, give blood, get vaccinated, some people get sick when they get a shot. snow white’s mother pricks her finger on a needle while she is sewing, knitting needles are long.
Oh sad junkie ways. Caked with blood you are. Girl in societies ditch you are. Mentally fine. But that isn’t a needle. Sewing or otherwise. Hypodermic maybe. Maybe but not really. How is it that I got needle needle needle like some sad ghost of some decaying William Burroughs.
Needle in a hay stack they say, the lie. It doesn’t have to be a needle in a hay stack to be hard to find. Have these idiots ever heard of being hidden in plain sight? It can be most effective to have the needle right in front of your nose and still not be able to locate it.
I saw the needle in its usual spot, where my mother always left it. Who thought that something so simple would bring me to tears. It’s all that I have left of her now since she died. A small silver needle on the edge of her bureau.
His eyes pierced me like needles. I just want him to love me but I hurt him to bad. Nothing can sew up what I have screwed up this time. But forgetting always goes this way, you have to slowly cut someone out of your life. I’ve never been good at quitting cold turkey.
pins and needles. do you always feel like you’re on pins and needles? I cant take this feeling anymore. I just want to live and be all that I can be. Poke.
A thread pulled by my needle allows me to create tactile creations, uninhibited by skill, my sewing machine and serger work together like siblings, each finishing the task left undone by the other. Needles moving like synchronized swimmers, deftly pouncing the array of colored and patterned fabrics rhythmically, one or two at a time, I am my own bespoke tailor.
It was like a thousand needles in his brain. He clutched at his head, nearly doubling over. There was too much noise, too much *everything*, and his senses were overloading. He had to get out. He ran, blindly, until his legs and lungs burned and he collapsed against a tree in the park. Breathing in the cool night air, the dark sky a balm to his eyes after the punishing strobe lights in the club, his heartbeat slowed. He wasn’t going back in there, not tonight. His bandmates would have to understand.
Needle in a hay stack. Get the pole out of your eye before you get the needle out of your neighbors. basically your friend’s eye is a hay stack and analogies suck at telling you what you’re actually supposed to do.
a pointed thin object used for sewing. usually worked with a thread
comes in many different sizes and shapes.made of steel and very useful while stitching clothes. it can also be used in trussing meat in many preparations. the needle is usually synonymous with small objects.
I just did a needle entry and had very little time to reflect on my remarks. I do know that I like the imagery of a needle digging in, finding its place and retreating after it’s injected or withdrawn a fragment of your soul. this website is the bomb.
I used my needle to sew. I tried to make something beautiful but all i could do was create something i had already seen before, far off in a distant memory. I think my creation belonged to my grandmother. i shouldn’t call it ‘my creation’ because i had seen it before. Where had i seen it before? i am still unsure but i know i have.
i hate needles so much. they are pointy and scary and not my friend. lately i have adjusted to the fact and i am getting use to the fact that they will be in my life. having surgery and blood taken is needed for my healthy life and if that is how it is then so be it. I only wish they could be smaller and not as pointy. but they are. and I am forced to deal with it.
theres a needle in the eye and dogma makes its way to the visitors of an existential playing feild, but this ramble is not more or less than an act of futility. the needle digs in and finds its place and retreats it injects and leaves. eats and shhots
needles are used to cure diseases and take our blood. needles are very tiny metal tubes that allow us to inject ourselves with a cure or a disease itself. needles are very painful. needs are gray and made of metal. needles are sometimes scary and are a fear of mine. needles tend to make me nervous. needles. needle.
The sharp point of the needle caught the glimmer of light and set it off so there really was nothing else in the room to see. The cratchety old nurse crept closer and closer to the old man that was alseep in his wheel chair and had no idea what was about to thappen to him.
Well, what can I say? I hate needles.. I can’t even survive a flu shot, let alone stitches. But if it wasn’t for needles, there would be lots of open wounds.
system of a down. my tapeworm tells me what to do. woooooohooo! but seriously. alot of people NEED NEEDles. I like the sight of blood. its gorgeous to me. its so rich, and the color’s beautiful. i always sew, with needles. so yeah. i’m done here.
I closed my eyes and flinched as the needle began to immerse into my arm. I uncomfortably felt liquid saturate my entire arm, and then it was over. My proclivity to scream and thrash vanished as I suddenly was overwhelmed with fatigue
The sensatiion of pins and needles increased even greater as she stood from the warm earth. The sun light heated her incrediably soo. SHe slipped her sandels on and headed into the house. mother would be up soon, and in her age would quite likely panic in her daughthers absence.
i like to shoot up heroin. with a rusty needle. i’m a classy broad. oh look at me, with my trashbag tshirt and my underwear made of sandwich bags sewn together with squirrel whiskers. yeah!
Haiku yondemasho!
One Needle Annoys
But when many misuse their tongues
The dagger is felt
Symbol of Seattle,
Citadel of Cleopatra,
& Monument of Washington,
Time…too short to finish
this in form of a Mantra
Pull the thread. Throw away the needle. The damage is the same. The hole is still a hole, no matter how hard you try to cover it up.
There was a sharp pricking in my arm, and before i knew it, the pain was over. It subsided rapidly, and I could feel the uncomfortable feeling of the gooey liquid saturate my entire arm. This was my metamorphosis, and my proclivity to thrash and scream was erased.
with a needle and thread ill stich my heart. the wounds may heel but scars will remain. with a needle i will attach my life back together and live with the peace that all this time i had hidden my needle and thread
The needle lays, innocent as the Lamb,
In the dirt, where she was discarded.
She is plucked from her perch,
Gripped as a long time friend
She is never wooed
never charmed
never courted
But Abused. Abused. Abused. Abused.
Left to find solitude in another temporary home.
There was a needle on my floor once. I stepped on it. It buried itself a good half inch into the meat of my little foot. I was about 7 years old at the time. Probably younger. I cried like a little bitch. Well, I’m 18 now, so I guess it was normal for me to cry from stepping on a needle then, not now though. If I stepped on a needle now, I would probably laugh..
needles in the hay, this is what I am. In a sense, the universe is so vast, so immensely endless that my existence is actually meaningless. This is not something to be pessimistic about, quite the opposite actually. It proves that the discrepancies one faces are truly meaningless, but we focus our energy on them because that’s all we know.
A needle is used for numerous things, but one imperticular is at a doctors office, or hospital. Needles are used daily for either drawing blood, or giving medicines to patienences in need. It helps people by helping dianosase a problem (withdrawling blood) or curing a patient (helping them recieve needed medicine).
i have a neddle in my drawer that needs to bve picked up and placed under my skin in order to remove the splinter inserted from beneath the stairs . i am now blabing about a needle and all its uses. One
needle in the hay, that is truly what I am. In a sense, the universe is so incredibly vast, so incredibly unknown that my existence is actually quite fruitless. This is not something to be pessimistic about, rather the opposite in fact. Having this in mind, one realizes the petty discrepancies one faces in life are in fact meaningless.
Sew many dreams, finding the right one to peruse is like trying to find a needle in a haystack and once you find it, its harder to fit in than the eye of a needle, I’m in the eye of the storm and fresh out of of hell and awaiting the next round.
there was a needle in a haystack, and we couldn’t locate it, all we could do was search and search, but we had allergies and it was bad, so we decided to go in the house and wash off our clothes and our hands, but then our clothes ripped, and so we had to sew them, with a needle, which we didn’t have, because we lost it in a stack of hay, outside in the barn, that we don’t have. But why did we take the needle outside in the first place? Storm needed her shot.
Dream. drugs rule everything around me.
Needles are pointy. They hurt. They are sharp and people have fear of them. I do not have a fear of needles. I don’t know what else to write.
A needle isn’t very important in the lives of many, but It is all that some know. Isn’t it odd to those of us who pursue more “noble” aspirations that someone, somewhere, is concerned with nothing more than a beautiful embroidery? When the American flag was needed, so was this someone.
I think needles are the scariest thing ever and I need to be sedated to have one injected in me. They are really scary but I kinda want a tattoo so thats not good. Probably not going to happen. What the fuckkk. Needles. Meooooow. Scary. Tigers. Rawarrrrr. I get more time! Haha, I have messed with your system by clicking the page back button. Now I get another minute but I am not talking about needles anymore. I WANT TO HAVE FUN AND GET BLIDGE. I dont want to be sick anymore. So dumb. NEEDLES.
needle in a haystack, go to the doctor and get a shot, give blood, get vaccinated, some people get sick when they get a shot. snow white’s mother pricks her finger on a needle while she is sewing, knitting needles are long.
Oh sad junkie ways. Caked with blood you are. Girl in societies ditch you are. Mentally fine. But that isn’t a needle. Sewing or otherwise. Hypodermic maybe. Maybe but not really. How is it that I got needle needle needle like some sad ghost of some decaying William Burroughs.
Needle in a hay stack they say, the lie. It doesn’t have to be a needle in a hay stack to be hard to find. Have these idiots ever heard of being hidden in plain sight? It can be most effective to have the needle right in front of your nose and still not be able to locate it.
Its pointy and i can get hurt from it. Its thin. I’m not afraid of needles. Some people are.
I saw the needle in its usual spot, where my mother always left it. Who thought that something so simple would bring me to tears. It’s all that I have left of her now since she died. A small silver needle on the edge of her bureau.
pulling thread, making design splendor. handy implement, repairing breaches and breeches. pricks aplenty, ouch!
His eyes pierced me like needles. I just want him to love me but I hurt him to bad. Nothing can sew up what I have screwed up this time. But forgetting always goes this way, you have to slowly cut someone out of your life. I’ve never been good at quitting cold turkey.
pins and needles. do you always feel like you’re on pins and needles? I cant take this feeling anymore. I just want to live and be all that I can be. Poke.
A thread pulled by my needle allows me to create tactile creations, uninhibited by skill, my sewing machine and serger work together like siblings, each finishing the task left undone by the other. Needles moving like synchronized swimmers, deftly pouncing the array of colored and patterned fabrics rhythmically, one or two at a time, I am my own bespoke tailor.
It was like a thousand needles in his brain. He clutched at his head, nearly doubling over. There was too much noise, too much *everything*, and his senses were overloading. He had to get out. He ran, blindly, until his legs and lungs burned and he collapsed against a tree in the park. Breathing in the cool night air, the dark sky a balm to his eyes after the punishing strobe lights in the club, his heartbeat slowed. He wasn’t going back in there, not tonight. His bandmates would have to understand.
Needle in a hay stack. Get the pole out of your eye before you get the needle out of your neighbors. basically your friend’s eye is a hay stack and analogies suck at telling you what you’re actually supposed to do.
a pointed thin object used for sewing. usually worked with a thread
comes in many different sizes and shapes.made of steel and very useful while stitching clothes. it can also be used in trussing meat in many preparations. the needle is usually synonymous with small objects.
I just did a needle entry and had very little time to reflect on my remarks. I do know that I like the imagery of a needle digging in, finding its place and retreating after it’s injected or withdrawn a fragment of your soul. this website is the bomb.
I used my needle to sew. I tried to make something beautiful but all i could do was create something i had already seen before, far off in a distant memory. I think my creation belonged to my grandmother. i shouldn’t call it ‘my creation’ because i had seen it before. Where had i seen it before? i am still unsure but i know i have.
i hate needles so much. they are pointy and scary and not my friend. lately i have adjusted to the fact and i am getting use to the fact that they will be in my life. having surgery and blood taken is needed for my healthy life and if that is how it is then so be it. I only wish they could be smaller and not as pointy. but they are. and I am forced to deal with it.
theres a needle in the eye and dogma makes its way to the visitors of an existential playing feild, but this ramble is not more or less than an act of futility. the needle digs in and finds its place and retreats it injects and leaves. eats and shhots
Like a needle in a haystack. trying to find the impossible, but eventually you get there.
Prick your finger and draw blood to band together with another person. Blood brothers or sisters.
Drugs. Heroine. Poison in your arm. nasty shit.
needles are used to cure diseases and take our blood. needles are very tiny metal tubes that allow us to inject ourselves with a cure or a disease itself. needles are very painful. needs are gray and made of metal. needles are sometimes scary and are a fear of mine. needles tend to make me nervous. needles. needle.
The sharp point of the needle caught the glimmer of light and set it off so there really was nothing else in the room to see. The cratchety old nurse crept closer and closer to the old man that was alseep in his wheel chair and had no idea what was about to thappen to him.
Well, what can I say? I hate needles.. I can’t even survive a flu shot, let alone stitches. But if it wasn’t for needles, there would be lots of open wounds.
system of a down. my tapeworm tells me what to do. woooooohooo! but seriously. alot of people NEED NEEDles. I like the sight of blood. its gorgeous to me. its so rich, and the color’s beautiful. i always sew, with needles. so yeah. i’m done here.