Sage was a very lonely girl. She had no friends. and her parents hated her. But he one thing that didn’ was her dog.He spoke to her and he was her mentor, what she didn’t know what that he was her gaur
some wish they could be like a sage. i don’t. being a sage means i wouldn’t need to lead a life on earth. i love life, with all its flaws. so i don’t have to be a sage.
The sage was exquisite. I could taste it in the meal the moment it hit my tongue. I have never experienced a flavor such as this before… it was just amazing.
sage I think it’s a shade of like ummm blue or something like that…. Otherwise if it is not that I think it’s a type of fabric.. but I think it’s 1st idea
A sage is a person who knows everything about nothing. by that i mean they are very fluid in all circumstances but minimally expert in any area. To be sage is to be able to adapt but not specialize such is the dilemma of the educated. Wide ability or specific mastery? Mastery.
My understanding of this word isn’t exactly the best. I think of it in the context of the color green. Sage green is a lighter green, I believe, but I really am not entirely sure. Again, my understanding is limited here. Could a sage be something of a soothsayer? Or a magic wielder of some form? Perhaps I am thinking of a mage. Meh. i dunno lolz
WIsdom is what I desire. My choice cannot be made without this. But where is my mother? My father? My friends? Nowhere to be seen, yet again. I try all the time to be perfectly in sync with their movements but my gypsy style life has taken it’s toll on my relationships. And now I need them. And now they are nowhere to be seen.
Sage? That’s stupid. I’m just going to ignore it and talk about my day. It’s snowing like CRAZY right now. It’s legit insane. It’s been pretty warm this past week – all the snow melted. I knew it wouldn’t last. Sad news. And now it’s gross out.
The greed grass or the weirdo wizard, lets go with the wizard, we’ll call him frank. Frank is a nice guy, tends to kill a lot of dragons and chickens but an overall nice dude.
I think we should kill Frank… just sayin’…. anybody?
A world of jars and scents- normally you might associate this with a spice rack, filled with flavours and aromas- thyme, sage, oregano, or maybe a sweet shop, licorice, aniseed, sherbet, but this was something else, a world of danger and deceit- poaching, pillaging and a strange and ancient belief system whos origins no-one quite knew- however, if you didn’t have the bodily requirements to express your lust, maybe the penis of a dead tiger might just pep up the old chap. Medicine indeed
The sage was darker than most I came across. He was saying something about a golden relic that I had never even heard of. I tried to avoid eye contact but I know he was staring at me.
well sage apparently is a spice. a good spice? well now that’s definitely up to debate. what is the sole purpose of sage? aroma therapy? cooking? I’m not entirely sure that’s the extent I know about sage.
if you change the e at the end of sage for an a, it spells “saga.” saga’s are a collection of something (i.e. films). usually sequals aren’t as great as an original film. donnie darko, for example, should have been left alone.
A sage, old woman was in the process of giving Amelia advice, when she got up from her chair and left the room without a word. The old woman was nonplussed, “You cannot tell those who don’t want to listen” she said.
I will never be good enough. An extra half teaspoon of coriander. Skim the sage off that chicken, honey, she’d say, my mother. My dear, sweet, perfect mother. Lounging around in my daydreams. No food I ever cook will be like her’s. I went to culinary school and back, but I knew: her art died with her.
The toad sage has crept across the mountain. Waiting as long as it takes for the over bearing abundance of duties to clear his path. Along this road, he has picked up a twelve year old deciple now. Let the joys begin. The joys of life.
I don’t even know what sage means. It sounds like gage… which I don’t know is a word. Is it a word? I’m so confused right now, what is the point of this? Uhhh is there a time limit, oh my goodness there is! It’s at the bottom of the screen, oh snap, I don’t know what to writeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee okay. Sage. Sage. What is sage? It sounds like page. Like a page. In Youth and Government. Page… pages. Newspaper. Print media. Oh my goodness. Y&G has taken over everything I’m thinking right now. This is awfully written. I’m embarrassed.
A plant most are unfamiliar with. The name of poeple and a few family pets. Sounds peaceful and fresh-tasting, makes me thing or Oriental countries. Sage is something I would think of when cooking a foreign dish. A simple word.
There once was a wise old sage who lives atop mountain. people would come from all over the world to gain wisdom from the man, although really he knew nothing. he never once understood the gain people got out of visiting him while he sat n to of a mountain. he generally asked the crowd questions such as “why are you here?” to which they would reply “to seek out the answers to my questions”
There was a sage bush by my window and then the breeze came the scent blew through my window and painted my room. My bed sheets would smell of sage and when my head hit my pillow it consumed my head and I dreamt of sage.
She wrinkled her nose up at the smoke. Of course, the old woman assured her that it would purify her home of the lingering spirits. At the moment, it seemed more pleasant to endure the supernatural pests.
“I fucking hate everyone,” the neckbeard whispered, his own words harsh and moist on the screen. He dug his left hand in the chip bag and with his left hand typed “sage.” The condensation of his hatred dripped down the monitor, unnoticed even by him.
The color astounds me. The sound moves me. The taste surrounds me. Something in me just adores sage. What a wonderful word, a delicious spice, a beautiful green. It is everything about me. I am sage.
It was certainly sage advice to ad sage to the Holiday stuffing Mixture.
But the again Grandma also added apples which you abhored.
At least Aunt Jamie brought something other than Green Been Casserole.
But do Dorittos really count?
Sage is a bad thing, especially when you are under it. I’ve never been under sage, yet I’ve seen the under sage movie done by steven segal. It was a wonderful movie that I enjoy watching day after day.
Being under sage is terrifying, especially when you are not sure if you will make it or not. Terrorism is a horrible thing that is spreading around the world day after day, even with the tremendous effort from many governments to fight terrorism it is still there and will continue being there until not only governments fight it but also when everyone fight it
sage is one of those companies that takes money off it’s users and then locks their data if they don’t pay the maintenance charges. The worst type of old school company that doesn’t live up to their name.
what the hell is sage oh wait i think it’s a herb to cook and maybe make medicine? bleeehh I don’t know a lot about sage, sowwy :c but it reminds me of Jiraiya :D he is a toad Sage :3 yeah idk what else to write
The four of us walked through the large halls of the chapel. It was strange with only the for of us walking. We followed David the great Sage through the halls.
turkey, stuffing. my uncle john’s intolerance to the fuzzy green herb that smells like thanksgiving and reminds me of my mother’s hands. aged with work and full of grace.
One day, I was walking down a trail, to find, but to my surprise, a sprig of sage, nestled softly in the bark of a tree. Below, was a heart and some irrelevant initials. I wish the letter A were among them.
I don’t know what a sage is but Calvin referred to me as one.. I love Calvin dear god. No one has ever known me like him. Why does someone so incredible have to be so unattainable? Fuck this distance come here live here I miss you I want you I love you but I’ll never say
This can be used to describe a very wise person usually who has lived a full life with many experiences. Also it is a herb I used to use it with chicken but I don’t eat meat these days.
Sage was a very lonely girl. She had no friends. and her parents hated her. But he one thing that didn’ was her dog.He spoke to her and he was her mentor, what she didn’t know what that he was her gaur
sage is green old and timeless giving it’s wisdom to youth, coarse leaves with a wondrous medicinal smell heal the body and heal the soul
I don’t have anything for you, today. So many words and nowhere to put them.
some wish they could be like a sage. i don’t. being a sage means i wouldn’t need to lead a life on earth. i love life, with all its flaws. so i don’t have to be a sage.
The sage was exquisite. I could taste it in the meal the moment it hit my tongue. I have never experienced a flavor such as this before… it was just amazing.
sage I think it’s a shade of like ummm blue or something like that…. Otherwise if it is not that I think it’s a type of fabric.. but I think it’s 1st idea
A sage is a person who knows everything about nothing. by that i mean they are very fluid in all circumstances but minimally expert in any area. To be sage is to be able to adapt but not specialize such is the dilemma of the educated. Wide ability or specific mastery? Mastery.
A wise person. Freed from ignorance. An embodiment of unconditional Love and Infinite Knowledge.
My understanding of this word isn’t exactly the best. I think of it in the context of the color green. Sage green is a lighter green, I believe, but I really am not entirely sure. Again, my understanding is limited here. Could a sage be something of a soothsayer? Or a magic wielder of some form? Perhaps I am thinking of a mage. Meh. i dunno lolz
It’s about thyme for some sage advice.
WIsdom is what I desire. My choice cannot be made without this. But where is my mother? My father? My friends? Nowhere to be seen, yet again. I try all the time to be perfectly in sync with their movements but my gypsy style life has taken it’s toll on my relationships. And now I need them. And now they are nowhere to be seen.
Sage? That’s stupid. I’m just going to ignore it and talk about my day. It’s snowing like CRAZY right now. It’s legit insane. It’s been pretty warm this past week – all the snow melted. I knew it wouldn’t last. Sad news. And now it’s gross out.
Sage is a type of herb that frequently induces people to act rude and garishly. The turquoise plant is a member of the wolf family and loves to smile.
The greed grass or the weirdo wizard, lets go with the wizard, we’ll call him frank. Frank is a nice guy, tends to kill a lot of dragons and chickens but an overall nice dude.
I think we should kill Frank… just sayin’…. anybody?
A world of jars and scents- normally you might associate this with a spice rack, filled with flavours and aromas- thyme, sage, oregano, or maybe a sweet shop, licorice, aniseed, sherbet, but this was something else, a world of danger and deceit- poaching, pillaging and a strange and ancient belief system whos origins no-one quite knew- however, if you didn’t have the bodily requirements to express your lust, maybe the penis of a dead tiger might just pep up the old chap. Medicine indeed
The sage was darker than most I came across. He was saying something about a golden relic that I had never even heard of. I tried to avoid eye contact but I know he was staring at me.
well sage apparently is a spice. a good spice? well now that’s definitely up to debate. what is the sole purpose of sage? aroma therapy? cooking? I’m not entirely sure that’s the extent I know about sage.
as walked through the desert I could smell the sage bushes all around me, set off by the hot summer sun.
if you change the e at the end of sage for an a, it spells “saga.” saga’s are a collection of something (i.e. films). usually sequals aren’t as great as an original film. donnie darko, for example, should have been left alone.
A sage, old woman was in the process of giving Amelia advice, when she got up from her chair and left the room without a word. The old woman was nonplussed, “You cannot tell those who don’t want to listen” she said.
I will never be good enough. An extra half teaspoon of coriander. Skim the sage off that chicken, honey, she’d say, my mother. My dear, sweet, perfect mother. Lounging around in my daydreams. No food I ever cook will be like her’s. I went to culinary school and back, but I knew: her art died with her.
“It smells like sage,” claimed she.
“I’m cooking,” replied he.
“Well, that’s a first,” exclaimed she.
The toad sage has crept across the mountain. Waiting as long as it takes for the over bearing abundance of duties to clear his path. Along this road, he has picked up a twelve year old deciple now. Let the joys begin. The joys of life.
I don’t even know what sage means. It sounds like gage… which I don’t know is a word. Is it a word? I’m so confused right now, what is the point of this? Uhhh is there a time limit, oh my goodness there is! It’s at the bottom of the screen, oh snap, I don’t know what to writeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee okay. Sage. Sage. What is sage? It sounds like page. Like a page. In Youth and Government. Page… pages. Newspaper. Print media. Oh my goodness. Y&G has taken over everything I’m thinking right now. This is awfully written. I’m embarrassed.
A plant most are unfamiliar with. The name of poeple and a few family pets. Sounds peaceful and fresh-tasting, makes me thing or Oriental countries. Sage is something I would think of when cooking a foreign dish. A simple word.
There once was a wise old sage who lives atop mountain. people would come from all over the world to gain wisdom from the man, although really he knew nothing. he never once understood the gain people got out of visiting him while he sat n to of a mountain. he generally asked the crowd questions such as “why are you here?” to which they would reply “to seek out the answers to my questions”
There was a sage bush by my window and then the breeze came the scent blew through my window and painted my room. My bed sheets would smell of sage and when my head hit my pillow it consumed my head and I dreamt of sage.
She wrinkled her nose up at the smoke. Of course, the old woman assured her that it would purify her home of the lingering spirits. At the moment, it seemed more pleasant to endure the supernatural pests.
“I fucking hate everyone,” the neckbeard whispered, his own words harsh and moist on the screen. He dug his left hand in the chip bag and with his left hand typed “sage.” The condensation of his hatred dripped down the monitor, unnoticed even by him.
The color astounds me. The sound moves me. The taste surrounds me. Something in me just adores sage. What a wonderful word, a delicious spice, a beautiful green. It is everything about me. I am sage.
It was certainly sage advice to ad sage to the Holiday stuffing Mixture.
But the again Grandma also added apples which you abhored.
At least Aunt Jamie brought something other than Green Been Casserole.
But do Dorittos really count?
an elephant poem. that is all. pasted onto The List.
Sage is a bad thing, especially when you are under it. I’ve never been under sage, yet I’ve seen the under sage movie done by steven segal. It was a wonderful movie that I enjoy watching day after day.
Being under sage is terrifying, especially when you are not sure if you will make it or not. Terrorism is a horrible thing that is spreading around the world day after day, even with the tremendous effort from many governments to fight terrorism it is still there and will continue being there until not only governments fight it but also when everyone fight it
sage is one of those companies that takes money off it’s users and then locks their data if they don’t pay the maintenance charges. The worst type of old school company that doesn’t live up to their name.
Duh.
what the hell is sage oh wait i think it’s a herb to cook and maybe make medicine? bleeehh I don’t know a lot about sage, sowwy :c but it reminds me of Jiraiya :D he is a toad Sage :3 yeah idk what else to write
The four of us walked through the large halls of the chapel. It was strange with only the for of us walking. We followed David the great Sage through the halls.
turkey, stuffing. my uncle john’s intolerance to the fuzzy green herb that smells like thanksgiving and reminds me of my mother’s hands. aged with work and full of grace.
One day, I was walking down a trail, to find, but to my surprise, a sprig of sage, nestled softly in the bark of a tree. Below, was a heart and some irrelevant initials. I wish the letter A were among them.
So I continued on,
I don’t know what a sage is but Calvin referred to me as one.. I love Calvin dear god. No one has ever known me like him. Why does someone so incredible have to be so unattainable? Fuck this distance come here live here I miss you I want you I love you but I’ll never say
This can be used to describe a very wise person usually who has lived a full life with many experiences. Also it is a herb I used to use it with chicken but I don’t eat meat these days.