not to be seen or herad. Don’t do it. Disapproval. Noone likes it. It’s bad for you. Don’t do it! The stuff of R-rated. Don’t watch, say do, or think it. You’ll get in trouble. Leave it alone.
taboo is something that people dont really like to talk about and usually makes people uncomfortable, like sex in western culture. It’s something that we all do and know about, but for some reason we don’t like to discuss it with others, it’s taboo! taboos make life a little more awkard
It was across the street, but Adrian tried to ignore it as he moved away. Brothels… forbidden to any man who wanted to be a man in truth. One never went to a brothel, no matter what. One always seduced, if one was in need.
And yet… no one had been amenable to his seductions, lately, and to be honest he wasn’t very amenable to the idea of seducing anyone, nowadays.
Taboo is things that are frowned upon. Things that some people think shouldn’t be allowed. but really who’s to decide taboo, well society decides taboo, collectively. It can’t be enforced by a single individual. As such can taboo cross cultures, not really, it can’t cross socieiies. It can’t transcend that boundary, my taboo is not necessarily your taboo/ Should we respect whats taboo in another culture?
I think everything about my life is taboo. The secrets I’ve stored, the people I’ve met, the people I’ve loved and the people I’ve hated. Everything is stored inside me, and it burns like a raging forest fire. All I can do is dream of the day I am free to let these things out, but until then, I remain eaten up inside. Obsessed with my own secrets, destroyed by my own facade.
I think everything about my life is taboo. The secrets I’ve stored, the people I’ve met, the people I’ve loved and the people I’ve hated. Everything is stored inside me, and it burns like a raging forest fire. All I can do is dream of the day I am free to let these things out, but until then, I remain eaten up inside. Obsessed with my own secrets, destroyed by my own facade.
The whole world is one big taboo.
Why so we judge so harshly?
Why can’t we just get along?
Love each other?
Why is everything different
strange…
What’s wrong with us?
It’s something human
natural
uncontrollable.
Accept it.
Taboo is something you shouldn’t do
we think before we do
but next time we can fix
the problems that makes us Trix
i fear that taboo will fade away
because of all the crazy teenagers in the way
They are the problems of the world
but we can stop it in a twirl
The re is a small cat that comes to my door every day. I think she’s lost.. Or something. She’s been appearing for two years now. Every day, at 2:43 pm. I like to call her Taboo. She has a cute tabby pelt with white spots.
this word is interesting on so many levels. on the one hand it is about what people shouldn’t talk about. on the other hand people think about what could be taboo and what not it ends up taking up a lot of space in their mind that it renders the whole point of not talking about it moot.
gayyyyyyyyyyyyyy viva el gay okay
i think homosexuality is taboo cause you know we don’t talk about it a lot…. especially in school some people just don’t understand what it is and that’s why they judge you know
they said it was wrong, a “taboo.” i don’t see what the problem was, it’s just me and her, at least, until the cabbie showed up, then things got a little awkward, but i wouldn’t call it taboo…
It’s fairly taboo to bring up the exes when you’re talking to the new heart throb. You let sleeping dogs lie and spend time in your own brain obsessing on whether or not you’re as good as the last to lay where you are. But you don’t bring it up. You don’t ask.
it was taboo, but they didn’t care. eating the fruit was just too tempting, and as they bit the flavor, tart and juicy, was beyond their expectations, the juice seemed to gush and it streamed down their chins like a river . they looked at each other as they ate and noticed how gorgeous tey looked as they ate. And they tore another fruit off the tree and gorged themselves beyond limits they had never even considered setting. as they ate, the sun rose high in the sky, warming the day, bringing out the insects which began to buzz louder than they had ever heard them until the din threatened t odrown out the slurping and oohing sounds they made. and so they ate until the sun set that night and waited until the next day….hey isn’t this supposed to stop at a minute? perhaps I am not doing it right. Hey but anyway, the next day, they decided to try another fruit tree further down the valley. One that had had beautiful pink flowers it seemed only a week before. How could ripe fruit, so fully formed have grown so fast? Perhaps they thought, breaking the taboo had distorted their sense of time as well as the other senses that had keened since the first luscious
i think it keeps life interesting. People dont like to talk about things that are taboo because it can be uncomfortable at times. I dont believe that some things tht are taboo to be taboo.
It is taboo to speak your own name. Everyone who comes here thinks it strange—but I’ve lived here in the teapot all my life, I know how things work around here. I wouldn’t want to speak my own name anyway: I’ve never liked my name. I’d rather listen to music and stare up at the sky than waste time introducing myself over and over. I don’t know how people do it.
They do not know the real meaning of what has just happened. Nobody really does. All that they could do is hide the dust underneath the rug, like some silly little taboo. They are definitely the kind of people I do not want around.
This guy likes ponies but his boyfriend doesn’t so he gets in trouble each time he brings ponies to his room. One time it got so bad that he broke up with him and he cried every night. So a magical fairy granted him a wish to be a pony and get back with his boyfriend again.
The end. omg.
the elders told us the small pond was taboo. they were convinced evil spirits had inhabited the water and caused death for the living creatures who called the pond home. but i knew better. something told me another living thing, a bacteria, killed off what was once there. but, i have not been to school yet. i only read it in my science books. can’t wait to learn the truth.
“Taboo” was a strong word for the act she was about to commit….the spells that she mouthed
silently were ancient incantations meant to bring the forest spirits to her side. Powerful, gradual, and true.
taboo is a game. i’ve played it with my dad and his friends before. it has this random button thing that couldnt use because we ran out of batteries. my friend has a cat names taboo. when i go to her house, i say “TABBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!” and he comes to me. that cat also has an automatic food bowl that rotates every 3 hours
taboo is a game. iv’e played it before with my dad nd some of his friends. my friend has a cat with that name. when i visit them, i call down the hall “TABBBOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!” and he comes. that cat also has automatic food bowl
Taking paperclips home from the supply closet? Not so much. Slipping booze into your 9 am coffee from the bottle in your desk drawer – getting hotter. Eyeing the hot young design intern and leaning over his desk so your hair brushes his shoulder and he can feel your breath on his neck….maybe. But oh, so, so fun.
ah something which is a not to talk about subject! you cant talk about it or there will be consequences, peope will get their knickers in a not and may disagree with what you have to say. Things include, gay marrage and the like.
I hate that show. It’s always about gross things in extremely foreign countries. Why can’t they rename that show “Shit You Don’t Really Ever Want To See?”
It is taboo to do anything that bring you joy and happiness, in ways that is not considered to be to norm. My take on the whole issue is to live life the best you can, always praising God for each day that he gives you breath.
I started to see… what she meant by taboo. it wasn’s actually something that was not allowed because it was bad, but rather because it was different. she rushed me out of the tower, frantically saying “never come here again.”
well taboo is awesome. i get to do stuff i really want to do. also the word sounds sort of mystical. i like taboo. i would think it sounds like the name of a musical instrument. “i play the taboo”
Magic is crazzyyy cooll man
not to be seen or herad. Don’t do it. Disapproval. Noone likes it. It’s bad for you. Don’t do it! The stuff of R-rated. Don’t watch, say do, or think it. You’ll get in trouble. Leave it alone.
taboo is something that people dont really like to talk about and usually makes people uncomfortable, like sex in western culture. It’s something that we all do and know about, but for some reason we don’t like to discuss it with others, it’s taboo! taboos make life a little more awkard
It was across the street, but Adrian tried to ignore it as he moved away. Brothels… forbidden to any man who wanted to be a man in truth. One never went to a brothel, no matter what. One always seduced, if one was in need.
And yet… no one had been amenable to his seductions, lately, and to be honest he wasn’t very amenable to the idea of seducing anyone, nowadays.
Taboo is things that are frowned upon. Things that some people think shouldn’t be allowed. but really who’s to decide taboo, well society decides taboo, collectively. It can’t be enforced by a single individual. As such can taboo cross cultures, not really, it can’t cross socieiies. It can’t transcend that boundary, my taboo is not necessarily your taboo/ Should we respect whats taboo in another culture?
there are only ever two kinds of things in this world:
the holy and the profane
(see also sex, war, cannibalism)
I think everything about my life is taboo. The secrets I’ve stored, the people I’ve met, the people I’ve loved and the people I’ve hated. Everything is stored inside me, and it burns like a raging forest fire. All I can do is dream of the day I am free to let these things out, but until then, I remain eaten up inside. Obsessed with my own secrets, destroyed by my own facade.
I think everything about my life is taboo. The secrets I’ve stored, the people I’ve met, the people I’ve loved and the people I’ve hated. Everything is stored inside me, and it burns like a raging forest fire. All I can do is dream of the day I am free to let these things out, but until then, I remain eaten up inside. Obsessed with my own secrets, destroyed by my own facade.
The whole world is one big taboo.
Why so we judge so harshly?
Why can’t we just get along?
Love each other?
Why is everything different
strange…
What’s wrong with us?
It’s something human
natural
uncontrollable.
Accept it.
Taboo is something you shouldn’t do
we think before we do
but next time we can fix
the problems that makes us Trix
i fear that taboo will fade away
because of all the crazy teenagers in the way
They are the problems of the world
but we can stop it in a twirl
The re is a small cat that comes to my door every day. I think she’s lost.. Or something. She’s been appearing for two years now. Every day, at 2:43 pm. I like to call her Taboo. She has a cute tabby pelt with white spots.
this word is interesting on so many levels. on the one hand it is about what people shouldn’t talk about. on the other hand people think about what could be taboo and what not it ends up taking up a lot of space in their mind that it renders the whole point of not talking about it moot.
What you want to say, but can’t. What you think about doing, but would never ever tell anyone about. Forbidden.
I know it’s taboo, yet I cannot help my thoughts. Kristi is just so beautiful and delicious!
gayyyyyyyyyyyyyy viva el gay okay
i think homosexuality is taboo cause you know we don’t talk about it a lot…. especially in school some people just don’t understand what it is and that’s why they judge you know
they said it was wrong, a “taboo.” i don’t see what the problem was, it’s just me and her, at least, until the cabbie showed up, then things got a little awkward, but i wouldn’t call it taboo…
Tattoo taboo
Voo doo taboo
Peek-a-boo taboo
You taboo everything,
don’t you?
“So are you two, like, dating or something?” They both grew quiet and looked down, their lips pursed and their hands fidgeting.
They always knew it was a taboo thing between them. No talking about what they were – or what they weren’t. They were happy staying like this.
So it surprised her when he reached under the table and grabbed her hand, only offering their companion a small smile.
It’s fairly taboo to bring up the exes when you’re talking to the new heart throb. You let sleeping dogs lie and spend time in your own brain obsessing on whether or not you’re as good as the last to lay where you are. But you don’t bring it up. You don’t ask.
i live for this. scares the shit out of you and me but so undeniably interesting. piercings tattoos mutilations unconventional relationships.
it was taboo, but they didn’t care. eating the fruit was just too tempting, and as they bit the flavor, tart and juicy, was beyond their expectations, the juice seemed to gush and it streamed down their chins like a river . they looked at each other as they ate and noticed how gorgeous tey looked as they ate. And they tore another fruit off the tree and gorged themselves beyond limits they had never even considered setting. as they ate, the sun rose high in the sky, warming the day, bringing out the insects which began to buzz louder than they had ever heard them until the din threatened t odrown out the slurping and oohing sounds they made. and so they ate until the sun set that night and waited until the next day….hey isn’t this supposed to stop at a minute? perhaps I am not doing it right. Hey but anyway, the next day, they decided to try another fruit tree further down the valley. One that had had beautiful pink flowers it seemed only a week before. How could ripe fruit, so fully formed have grown so fast? Perhaps they thought, breaking the taboo had distorted their sense of time as well as the other senses that had keened since the first luscious
i think it keeps life interesting. People dont like to talk about things that are taboo because it can be uncomfortable at times. I dont believe that some things tht are taboo to be taboo.
It is taboo to speak your own name. Everyone who comes here thinks it strange—but I’ve lived here in the teapot all my life, I know how things work around here. I wouldn’t want to speak my own name anyway: I’ve never liked my name. I’d rather listen to music and stare up at the sky than waste time introducing myself over and over. I don’t know how people do it.
They do not know the real meaning of what has just happened. Nobody really does. All that they could do is hide the dust underneath the rug, like some silly little taboo. They are definitely the kind of people I do not want around.
This guy likes ponies but his boyfriend doesn’t so he gets in trouble each time he brings ponies to his room. One time it got so bad that he broke up with him and he cried every night. So a magical fairy granted him a wish to be a pony and get back with his boyfriend again.
The end. omg.
the elders told us the small pond was taboo. they were convinced evil spirits had inhabited the water and caused death for the living creatures who called the pond home. but i knew better. something told me another living thing, a bacteria, killed off what was once there. but, i have not been to school yet. i only read it in my science books. can’t wait to learn the truth.
“Taboo” was a strong word for the act she was about to commit….the spells that she mouthed
silently were ancient incantations meant to bring the forest spirits to her side. Powerful, gradual, and true.
taboo is a game. i’ve played it with my dad and his friends before. it has this random button thing that couldnt use because we ran out of batteries. my friend has a cat names taboo. when i go to her house, i say “TABBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!” and he comes to me. that cat also has an automatic food bowl that rotates every 3 hours
taboo is a game. iv’e played it before with my dad nd some of his friends. my friend has a cat with that name. when i visit them, i call down the hall “TABBBOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!” and he comes. that cat also has automatic food bowl
He loved to think. The remember to reflect, to repent. He could think about anything, anytime, anywhere.
Except one thing.
That thing was taboo.
It could not be thought, said, even passed through a head with the slightest of trace.
Hmm. What is taboo? No really! I don’t know! This is a part of my schooling to do this writing excercise… goodness! What is taboo?
Taking paperclips home from the supply closet? Not so much. Slipping booze into your 9 am coffee from the bottle in your desk drawer – getting hotter. Eyeing the hot young design intern and leaning over his desk so your hair brushes his shoulder and he can feel your breath on his neck….maybe. But oh, so, so fun.
ah something which is a not to talk about subject! you cant talk about it or there will be consequences, peope will get their knickers in a not and may disagree with what you have to say. Things include, gay marrage and the like.
I hate that show. It’s always about gross things in extremely foreign countries. Why can’t they rename that show “Shit You Don’t Really Ever Want To See?”
It is taboo to do anything that bring you joy and happiness, in ways that is not considered to be to norm. My take on the whole issue is to live life the best you can, always praising God for each day that he gives you breath.
Her taboos. She will never talk about it. Not now. Not ever.
why has it been like that? she asked herself.
Never since the day it rained. Secret. Lies. Truth. Whirlwind of colourful languages and facts hurled at her. No more. No less.
This is why she will never talk of this again. Never before. Never after
I started to see… what she meant by taboo. it wasn’s actually something that was not allowed because it was bad, but rather because it was different. she rushed me out of the tower, frantically saying “never come here again.”
well taboo is awesome. i get to do stuff i really want to do. also the word sounds sort of mystical. i like taboo. i would think it sounds like the name of a musical instrument. “i play the taboo”
There are many subjects in life that are considered taboo. But to every person that which is taboo can vary drastically.