The little boy walking down the tree lined block has a round body and determined walk, far older than his five years. Every day his light blond hair is spiked up and nothing can budge that neat crew cut. Not wind, or rain, not even the little girl next door who slapped him with all her might for teasing her. Nope, that hair stands straight up at attention, just the way he likes it.
Spiked coffee, spike milk, what’s the difference anyway? A spike in the road to success causes you to tumble. But where you tumble backward, I tumble forward like a spike in the graph.
i can tell what you did to this drink. my stomach feels light, fuzzy, and a little wobbly. at least, that’s what i think. maybe it’s just the look in your eyes, but i think we’re floating. or falling. or crashing. or crumbling.
the warmth of an embrace turns to the chill of self-loathing. yes. i’ll let you. this time.
volleyball players spike those balls over the net and they zoom to the ground trying to beat the clock before the other team realizes how fast it is until it reaches the ground.
spike is cool. spike is amazing. I looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooove it.
the last time i had ti use a spike was when i was playing soccer. i was trying to help set up the net, we had enough spikes, but no hammer to help dig in the spikes into the ground.
I felt a spike in my body heat as he walked through the door. He was like a spike in my side, a thorn that I couldn’t get rid of. I needed to spike him through the floor.
James handed me a tall glass of the punch. The translu cent red liq uid sloshed around in the cup while we danced, and when i took a sip, some thing burned in the back of my throat. With out fur ther con sid er a tion, I dumped the entire con tents of the cup into my mouth and swal lowed, dis re gard ing the strong smell of liquor i could sense wafting from my breath. *and yes, i posted this as just “Regina. i forgot i had made a login*
Spikes. Sexy. Dangerous. Bold. Shiny. Rubber. Pointed. Soft. Phlantax. Primal. High-Tech. All this does not really matter. You just need to enjoy them.
James handed me a tall glass of the punch. The translucent red liquid sloshed around in the cup while we danced, and when i took a sip, something burned in the back of my throat. Without further consideration, I dumped the entire contents of the cup into my mouth and swallowed, disregarding the strong smell of liquor i could sense wafting from my breath.
Spike Lee was the first to come to mind, but I know virtually nothing about him. Then I saw plenty of horror films where the bad guy falls on the wrought-iron spike off the top of the cathedral and dies. Then I thought of spiked punch.
Every step is so painful, like walking slowly over a pile of spikes that emerged from the ground. I want to run, to get it over with, but I have no strength. I am afraid of falling on my knees and having to crawl over this bloody torture.
sharp, pointy, up & down. To thrash down. I was spiking the vollyball. I will spike my hair. There is a spike on my bracelet. It’s a sharp, shiny, silver, spike. There is a spike in my heart rate, a spiked drink,
I move with them. The sound, the smell, the excitment spikes, I grip my own hair like im losing control, im losing control. All the sad songs in my head, i wanna trip trip trip, are ripped out. This sound is raw, it is our limbs in the dark, gripping each other.
At least… That was how it was. You always hear about how getting hurt doesn’t change your life because you get passed it. Sometimes though, there are just some injuries you can’t get passed.
We put a bunch of vodka into the juice. We didn’t know how much. We had never drank before. Stephanie’s lips were numb for the rest of that night and I was much warmer than usual.
oooooooh, now it all makes sense. the gel in his hair. the way it stood on end when i told him goodbye. and that drink… he must have spiked it, thinking it would change the outcome of our relationship. boy was he wrong. what a night. if only he’d decided not to go to that party at all.
i use to drink these spike energy drinks that make you feel soo crazy. You feel like your heart is racing, you can jump higher, run faster, sing better, and who needs sleep?
i want that natural feeling without the liquid in a can. i gave up the poison and found the motivation in myself. I can be spiked without spike.
Someone spiked this punch.
The player spiked the ball and broke her porcelain nose.
Spike leaped over the fence and landed on a stake.
Spikes protruded from the cathedrals in Rome.
The spike of interest and creativity that hits me can be so uncontrollable. I wish I could just catch it in a butterfly net and grasp onto it to control when and where the creativity will spike my interest and peak my creativity.
koopas all i see is pain blood running around stinign people with long lashes of glass and tears the spikes around their necks show they work for someone else whow ould want tow ork for someone who wants such pain and suffereing? but they work for themselves, the world. The world enslaves us, and we all know. some of us work the way we want to, but the spikes grows and we feel the pain grow within us until we must inflict that pain on others.
Land Before Time was my favorite series as a child. I loved the characters. There was a dinosaur named Spike. His sister, of an entirely different species was ducky. Ducky was the coolest one of the bunch. She would always say “yup yup” and “that is true”. It was an enjoyable set of movies.
Spike TV is one of the worst television channels on the television. Have you watched Spike TV? The programming featured therein is quite poor. I mean bad stuff, just bad. Just look at what’s on right now: a bad TV show.
Furthermore, the programming is insulting in the way it “talks down” to young men of the current generation, insinuating they are all interested in nothing but explosions and partial female nudity and sports and beer and video games and guns and ladies and deodorant and
it can be a sharp object or something you will find on the underside of a cleat.
Anna
The neighbor’s dog keeps barking.
I can’t get to sleep.
No one seems to notice, but me.
The little boy walking down the tree lined block has a round body and determined walk, far older than his five years. Every day his light blond hair is spiked up and nothing can budge that neat crew cut. Not wind, or rain, not even the little girl next door who slapped him with all her might for teasing her. Nope, that hair stands straight up at attention, just the way he likes it.
a sharp needle that will pirece
the skin
Spiked coffee, spike milk, what’s the difference anyway? A spike in the road to success causes you to tumble. But where you tumble backward, I tumble forward like a spike in the graph.
i can tell what you did to this drink. my stomach feels light, fuzzy, and a little wobbly. at least, that’s what i think. maybe it’s just the look in your eyes, but i think we’re floating. or falling. or crashing. or crumbling.
the warmth of an embrace turns to the chill of self-loathing. yes. i’ll let you. this time.
volleyball players spike those balls over the net and they zoom to the ground trying to beat the clock before the other team realizes how fast it is until it reaches the ground.
spike is cool. spike is amazing. I looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooove it.
the last time i had ti use a spike was when i was playing soccer. i was trying to help set up the net, we had enough spikes, but no hammer to help dig in the spikes into the ground.
I felt a spike in my body heat as he walked through the door. He was like a spike in my side, a thorn that I couldn’t get rid of. I needed to spike him through the floor.
James handed me a tall glass of the punch. The translu cent red liq uid sloshed around in the cup while we danced, and when i took a sip, some thing burned in the back of my throat. With out fur ther con sid er a tion, I dumped the entire con tents of the cup into my mouth and swal lowed, dis re gard ing the strong smell of liquor i could sense wafting from my breath. *and yes, i posted this as just “Regina. i forgot i had made a login*
Spikes. Sexy. Dangerous. Bold. Shiny. Rubber. Pointed. Soft. Phlantax. Primal. High-Tech. All this does not really matter. You just need to enjoy them.
When I am not empty, I am sleeping on a bed of spikes.
November 30th, 2010.
James handed me a tall glass of the punch. The translucent red liquid sloshed around in the cup while we danced, and when i took a sip, something burned in the back of my throat. Without further consideration, I dumped the entire contents of the cup into my mouth and swallowed, disregarding the strong smell of liquor i could sense wafting from my breath.
spikes make you sexy. if you I were a sadomasochist.
spikes try to burst my tires but they cannot because I prefer my hydroplane.
only a person who has recently sat on a spike can write such a cool sentence.
Spike Lee was the first to come to mind, but I know virtually nothing about him. Then I saw plenty of horror films where the bad guy falls on the wrought-iron spike off the top of the cathedral and dies. Then I thought of spiked punch.
Every step is so painful, like walking slowly over a pile of spikes that emerged from the ground. I want to run, to get it over with, but I have no strength. I am afraid of falling on my knees and having to crawl over this bloody torture.
sharp, pointy, up & down. To thrash down. I was spiking the vollyball. I will spike my hair. There is a spike on my bracelet. It’s a sharp, shiny, silver, spike. There is a spike in my heart rate, a spiked drink,
a very sharp object that can impale you or used on a weapon to kill you so
I move with them. The sound, the smell, the excitment spikes, I grip my own hair like im losing control, im losing control. All the sad songs in my head, i wanna trip trip trip, are ripped out. This sound is raw, it is our limbs in the dark, gripping each other.
a sharp needle that will
the skin
Vampire, english, good looking, dangerous, wanted, bad boy, stake, blood, blond,dog, stick
Spike the ball. Hit the end. That’s how we win.
At least… That was how it was. You always hear about how getting hurt doesn’t change your life because you get passed it. Sometimes though, there are just some injuries you can’t get passed.
I love my dog his name is spike. but i was mad when he stepped on a sharp spike. i was mad because it came off of him and i stepped on it.
I yelled at the top of my lungs. the spike on the ground puntured the skin on my foot.
the pain was too powerful for me.I fainted on the spot.
a sharp object that can penertrate almost any thing it is very sharp
so good
Spike sounds like the name of a dog or a pointy metal thing.
a sharp object. Like a pencil pointed at the top
who spiked the bal today in volleyball practice.
my dogs name is Spike.
Heather spiked the ball in volleyball.
spike is a name for a dog
There is a spike on a persons head. Elves have spiked ears. Their are spiked hair tht is actually fake, a hat. Pretty weird if you ask me.
I spiked the ball in volleyball.
Did Brett Farve spike the ball.
My dog is named Spike.
We put a bunch of vodka into the juice. We didn’t know how much. We had never drank before. Stephanie’s lips were numb for the rest of that night and I was much warmer than usual.
oooooooh, now it all makes sense. the gel in his hair. the way it stood on end when i told him goodbye. and that drink… he must have spiked it, thinking it would change the outcome of our relationship. boy was he wrong. what a night. if only he’d decided not to go to that party at all.
i use to drink these spike energy drinks that make you feel soo crazy. You feel like your heart is racing, you can jump higher, run faster, sing better, and who needs sleep?
i want that natural feeling without the liquid in a can. i gave up the poison and found the motivation in myself. I can be spiked without spike.
Someone spiked this punch.
The player spiked the ball and broke her porcelain nose.
Spike leaped over the fence and landed on a stake.
Spikes protruded from the cathedrals in Rome.
The spike of interest and creativity that hits me can be so uncontrollable. I wish I could just catch it in a butterfly net and grasp onto it to control when and where the creativity will spike my interest and peak my creativity.
koopas all i see is pain blood running around stinign people with long lashes of glass and tears the spikes around their necks show they work for someone else whow ould want tow ork for someone who wants such pain and suffereing? but they work for themselves, the world. The world enslaves us, and we all know. some of us work the way we want to, but the spikes grows and we feel the pain grow within us until we must inflict that pain on others.
Land Before Time was my favorite series as a child. I loved the characters. There was a dinosaur named Spike. His sister, of an entirely different species was ducky. Ducky was the coolest one of the bunch. She would always say “yup yup” and “that is true”. It was an enjoyable set of movies.
Spike TV is one of the worst television channels on the television. Have you watched Spike TV? The programming featured therein is quite poor. I mean bad stuff, just bad. Just look at what’s on right now: a bad TV show.
Furthermore, the programming is insulting in the way it “talks down” to young men of the current generation, insinuating they are all interested in nothing but explosions and partial female nudity and sports and beer and video games and guns and ladies and deodorant and