He has greasy blonde hair and scruffy chops. And he is reminiscent of a fabled fallen prince I used to make, but he is shorter, and he is blunter, and he listens more to classic rock and less to moody goth jams… but here I am thinking about him instead of the boy I like.
I always wanted a red bandana when I was younger. Finally got one. Wore it a lot. Like a triangle on my head, or around my neck like… a cowboy I guess. I can’t imagine wearing one either of those ways now. But I will still wear one rolled up as a kind of sweat band on my head if it’s insanely hot outside. The difference is, the one I have now, the rolled up one, is a GEL band. I don’t care how goofy it looks. If it helps me survive those super hot days, I’ll wear goofy all over!
Noisy Quiet
You look like you’re going out to pick berries, she said,
eying my denim bandana.
They were all the rage in 1977, but she didn’t know that,
product of another time,
a day when girls wore their hair in braids until
they wore it up,
their long skirts swishing against the tops of their
leather boots.
I wrapped the bandana around her eyes and Myles took her delicately by the arm. We lead her to the living room and sat her down by the piano, where Myles sat as well. Then I took up the guitar and we played for her. A soft, easy song with a tiny touch of vocals from Myles. When he took off the bandana, she had tears in her eyes.
I loved her red banana. I couldn’t help it. I had always admired her, and honestly, once I saw her wearing it, I wanted one too. I knew I wouldn’t look good enough in it, but it didn’t really matter to me. I was used to not looking as good as everyone. It was just my nature. I blended in to the background.
Jolene
The man slipped the bandana on to his head, grimacing at the heat.
“These summers ain’t what they used to be,” he said, “No air conditioning and having to work out in the fields sure doesn’t help, either.”
Richard
My bandana blew in the breeze as I revved the engine again and again. The motorcycle roared beneath me, and the scenery whirled by impossibly fast. It was beautiful – the sunset, the lights of the city, and the smell of the air. It was all too much. I drove as fast as I could straight over a cliff.
Aden
Jandra has a red bandana that she always wears. She likes to refer to it as the pope. Pope activates when the wind flies up behind its red fringes. I wonder what would happen if it flew away. What metaphor or amusing statement she’d come up with to describe it’s motion across the ground.
Avery O'Hara
Tie me up and let me ride among the plains. My steed at ready for another discovery along the open plains, I ride. Light ,love, OPen sky.
Susan
I watched the gang member slip into the bar. He turned toward me and flashed the pistol in his belt. I smiled, knowing that i could take this guy, regardless of his weapondry. I flexed my left fist and felt the conforting weight of the blade appear in it. I stood and crossed to the bar, ready for a fight.
Elias
they are used to look like asses. they don’t cover up your greasy hair. you are not a thug a blood a crip or any of the above just a shitty suburban kid unaware that one accessory does not define you.
arianna
Bandanas. The things you can do with them. You can wear them on your head as pirates and they go great with costumes. If you want your dog to look good for some odd reason put a cute bandana on them. you usally see them on girls who are at car washes in the movies
casey
bandanA is something you wear on your head. you can get them in many colours, i used to have one when i was a child, stupidly. Now often they are worn by rappers or scene kids who think they’re cool and unique for wearing something that, people wore in the 90’s and still looked stupid.
Sadie
the bandana was soaked with blood
blood from his brother – but he didn’t know
blinded by rage
and the obligations of his gang
controlled by a knife in one hand
and a gun in the other.
blind until the blood soaked bandana revealed the young boy’s identity
the killer met his prey
“Let’s do this, ” I said with confidence. “We never get to have actual fun, so just go all out. Here–” I threw bandanas at each one of them. “We’re a team. Blue for the cool kids.”
a red bandana, played the cool piano. in a honky tonk, down in mexico. did she wear it around her neck? yes, i think she did. and she played old west tunes, whatever that sounds like. either way, the minute he looked at her, anything she wanted was easily gotten. she looked down at her fingers on the keys.
aler
the black bandana only left her cold grey eyes exposed. i stared at her but she did nothing. “that nacklace isnt yours.” “what?” “its not yours.” i half laughed “of course its mine” “no it is not.” she let out a cold giggle just as scary as her eyes. “it was my mothers before she died!” i had an anger problem that was beggining to surface.
boB
In these times you would offer someone a bandana instead i offer you a beach towel and we hit the open road. In one swift motion I will have you wrapped around my finger. Under the sun we will stay with the tide getting closer each hour as will we.
Cass
My puppy Paprika looks adorable in a bandana. I have ones leftover from when my old dog, who died recently, used to go the the groomer. I like to think that by wearing these hand-me-downs from ZaZu, Paprika will channel some of her sweet nature and joyful spirit.
Andie
o. 0 idk…..
gummy
in the dusty eastern place of west conjina the bandit took off his bandna, sort of veil for a man, usually used for a womans hair. but in this case it was used to cover a mouth, to make him look better, sort of like someo ne that is very intimidating, but he wasnt intimidating t all, he looked like one of those cartoon characters that i watch on that one show. he looked very ridiculous at first, but then the bandana went with his face. it was the old west anyways so i geuss it made sense to wear a bandana. but it was still crazy. why did he wear a bandana. thats very wierd. i wonder if he just thinks that hes cool so he wearsa the bandanma. that makes no sense though, since my girlfriend Thrusday wears a bandana.
iiTzDave.
bandana. saw on the side of a trail; snowmobiler? reminds me of ben eck and more generically skiing and boarding. and that one kid at fredonia–brian–friends with kenny. would be a good characterization piece, really self-stigmatizing.
He always had a bandana with him, the red corner sticking out of his back pocket, or tucked into the elastic of his bright blue sweatshirt. I never knew why he had it, nor saw him use it, but I could respect the small piece of cloth that followed him wherever he went and was probably there when he decided to tighten the rope around his neck.
It looked scary across the intruders face.His eyes were looking pissed at me as if he were about to attack and kill me.The red bandana was originily white but was now covered with the victims blood.My partner laughed at my scared face.”youre so foolish Heaven”
Victoria
bandanas are usually a fashion statement, these are some ways you could were them:
X you could were them on
rebecca
i have a blue bandana that i always wear when I go camping. I have had the bandana for years and although it is a bit worn already I like to take it with
Ana
We tied bandanas over our mouths and pretended we were bandits, leaping from couch to couch. For an entire summer, I felt like I had friends. We were all getting too old to play games, but we played furiously, knowing that our childhood was slipping through our fingers. I look back on these people now, who have unwanted children, diseases, criminal records. We’ve all turned our backs on each other so long ago. I’ve caught the awful things they’ve said about me and saved them in a place I keep everything I pretend doesn’t hurt. I can say that I’m not close with any of you and never have been, but the truth is we had that summer where we were all each other had, and a part of me still needs the comfort of five bodies crammed onto one bed, laughing until it was late and not caring when we got in trouble.
cowboys wear bandannas. usually red ones. they mean you’re good or bad depending on the color. it reminds me of the movie tombstone – which was about cowboys. the classic tale of good versus evil.
alex
The green bandana was covered with sweat after a hards days work. As the days wore on white marks began to form from the dry salt.
Ross Stafford
The woman in the red bandana gave me an erie glance. The bandna hhad an interesting woven pattern, it held her wispy silver hair that waved in the wind of the cloudy day. I was walking around the courner when i saw the woman, and i shivered, but not from the cold.
Ellen
they are cute u can wear
shavon
it is a style you can wear as any thing you can wear it as ahat a scarf a do rag a braclet any thing if you are crying or haveing a runny nose there is your magic
makayla
I wrapped the bandana around the bullet wound on his leg with shaking hands. It had been a long time since I’ve seen so much blood; Thinking about it brought back memories of Iraq: Dragging the lifeless bodies of old friends down alleyways and laying them down as gently as possible, with tears stinging the open wounds on your face, behind a dumpster, praying to God that it would all end soon.
The shaggy faced man walked around the camp ground. He was the owner of the camp. signified by his trademark bandana that hung out of his pocket carelessly. All of his employees wore smaller yellow ones.
Becka
allergy
lizzeelou11
Mali’s head throbbed with adrenaline. She skillfully tied an iced bandana round her head and sat on the creaky bed. It must of been from the 1950s and it most certainly didn’t help the headache she felt coming.
the bandana is something you wear on your head. a lot of bald bikers wear them. you dont have to be bald or a biker to wear a bandana. a lot of people wear them i used to wear them when i was younger. they come in all different colors and even in clothing other than hats. jewels and all.
amanda
Gangsters and puppies are the only people I can think that wear bandanas. The puppies are continually clawing them off their necks, contorting their backs in every way to rip that piece of fabric their owner has selfishly tied around them. Breaking free of the restrictions of the garment, ready to romp, bark and snort freely at their environment.
“…Are you wearing a bandana?”
My friend stared at me as if I had two devil horns sticking out of my head, before touching her forehead with a hesitant finger.
“Huh. I guess I am.”
He has greasy blonde hair and scruffy chops. And he is reminiscent of a fabled fallen prince I used to make, but he is shorter, and he is blunter, and he listens more to classic rock and less to moody goth jams… but here I am thinking about him instead of the boy I like.
bandana
I always wanted a red bandana when I was younger. Finally got one. Wore it a lot. Like a triangle on my head, or around my neck like… a cowboy I guess. I can’t imagine wearing one either of those ways now. But I will still wear one rolled up as a kind of sweat band on my head if it’s insanely hot outside. The difference is, the one I have now, the rolled up one, is a GEL band. I don’t care how goofy it looks. If it helps me survive those super hot days, I’ll wear goofy all over!
You look like you’re going out to pick berries, she said,
eying my denim bandana.
They were all the rage in 1977, but she didn’t know that,
product of another time,
a day when girls wore their hair in braids until
they wore it up,
their long skirts swishing against the tops of their
leather boots.
I wrapped the bandana around her eyes and Myles took her delicately by the arm. We lead her to the living room and sat her down by the piano, where Myles sat as well. Then I took up the guitar and we played for her. A soft, easy song with a tiny touch of vocals from Myles. When he took off the bandana, she had tears in her eyes.
Every single day during the summer I am required to wear one for my job. How sexy.
I loved her red banana. I couldn’t help it. I had always admired her, and honestly, once I saw her wearing it, I wanted one too. I knew I wouldn’t look good enough in it, but it didn’t really matter to me. I was used to not looking as good as everyone. It was just my nature. I blended in to the background.
The man slipped the bandana on to his head, grimacing at the heat.
“These summers ain’t what they used to be,” he said, “No air conditioning and having to work out in the fields sure doesn’t help, either.”
My bandana blew in the breeze as I revved the engine again and again. The motorcycle roared beneath me, and the scenery whirled by impossibly fast. It was beautiful – the sunset, the lights of the city, and the smell of the air. It was all too much. I drove as fast as I could straight over a cliff.
Jandra has a red bandana that she always wears. She likes to refer to it as the pope. Pope activates when the wind flies up behind its red fringes. I wonder what would happen if it flew away. What metaphor or amusing statement she’d come up with to describe it’s motion across the ground.
Tie me up and let me ride among the plains. My steed at ready for another discovery along the open plains, I ride. Light ,love, OPen sky.
I watched the gang member slip into the bar. He turned toward me and flashed the pistol in his belt. I smiled, knowing that i could take this guy, regardless of his weapondry. I flexed my left fist and felt the conforting weight of the blade appear in it. I stood and crossed to the bar, ready for a fight.
they are used to look like asses. they don’t cover up your greasy hair. you are not a thug a blood a crip or any of the above just a shitty suburban kid unaware that one accessory does not define you.
Bandanas. The things you can do with them. You can wear them on your head as pirates and they go great with costumes. If you want your dog to look good for some odd reason put a cute bandana on them. you usally see them on girls who are at car washes in the movies
bandanA is something you wear on your head. you can get them in many colours, i used to have one when i was a child, stupidly. Now often they are worn by rappers or scene kids who think they’re cool and unique for wearing something that, people wore in the 90’s and still looked stupid.
the bandana was soaked with blood
blood from his brother – but he didn’t know
blinded by rage
and the obligations of his gang
controlled by a knife in one hand
and a gun in the other.
blind until the blood soaked bandana revealed the young boy’s identity
the killer met his prey
“Let’s do this, ” I said with confidence. “We never get to have actual fun, so just go all out. Here–” I threw bandanas at each one of them. “We’re a team. Blue for the cool kids.”
a red bandana, played the cool piano. in a honky tonk, down in mexico. did she wear it around her neck? yes, i think she did. and she played old west tunes, whatever that sounds like. either way, the minute he looked at her, anything she wanted was easily gotten. she looked down at her fingers on the keys.
the black bandana only left her cold grey eyes exposed. i stared at her but she did nothing. “that nacklace isnt yours.” “what?” “its not yours.” i half laughed “of course its mine” “no it is not.” she let out a cold giggle just as scary as her eyes. “it was my mothers before she died!” i had an anger problem that was beggining to surface.
In these times you would offer someone a bandana instead i offer you a beach towel and we hit the open road. In one swift motion I will have you wrapped around my finger. Under the sun we will stay with the tide getting closer each hour as will we.
My puppy Paprika looks adorable in a bandana. I have ones leftover from when my old dog, who died recently, used to go the the groomer. I like to think that by wearing these hand-me-downs from ZaZu, Paprika will channel some of her sweet nature and joyful spirit.
o. 0 idk…..
in the dusty eastern place of west conjina the bandit took off his bandna, sort of veil for a man, usually used for a womans hair. but in this case it was used to cover a mouth, to make him look better, sort of like someo ne that is very intimidating, but he wasnt intimidating t all, he looked like one of those cartoon characters that i watch on that one show. he looked very ridiculous at first, but then the bandana went with his face. it was the old west anyways so i geuss it made sense to wear a bandana. but it was still crazy. why did he wear a bandana. thats very wierd. i wonder if he just thinks that hes cool so he wearsa the bandanma. that makes no sense though, since my girlfriend Thrusday wears a bandana.
bandana. saw on the side of a trail; snowmobiler? reminds me of ben eck and more generically skiing and boarding. and that one kid at fredonia–brian–friends with kenny. would be a good characterization piece, really self-stigmatizing.
He always had a bandana with him, the red corner sticking out of his back pocket, or tucked into the elastic of his bright blue sweatshirt. I never knew why he had it, nor saw him use it, but I could respect the small piece of cloth that followed him wherever he went and was probably there when he decided to tighten the rope around his neck.
It looked scary across the intruders face.His eyes were looking pissed at me as if he were about to attack and kill me.The red bandana was originily white but was now covered with the victims blood.My partner laughed at my scared face.”youre so foolish Heaven”
bandanas are usually a fashion statement, these are some ways you could were them:
X you could were them on
i have a blue bandana that i always wear when I go camping. I have had the bandana for years and although it is a bit worn already I like to take it with
We tied bandanas over our mouths and pretended we were bandits, leaping from couch to couch. For an entire summer, I felt like I had friends. We were all getting too old to play games, but we played furiously, knowing that our childhood was slipping through our fingers. I look back on these people now, who have unwanted children, diseases, criminal records. We’ve all turned our backs on each other so long ago. I’ve caught the awful things they’ve said about me and saved them in a place I keep everything I pretend doesn’t hurt. I can say that I’m not close with any of you and never have been, but the truth is we had that summer where we were all each other had, and a part of me still needs the comfort of five bodies crammed onto one bed, laughing until it was late and not caring when we got in trouble.
cowboys wear bandannas. usually red ones. they mean you’re good or bad depending on the color. it reminds me of the movie tombstone – which was about cowboys. the classic tale of good versus evil.
The green bandana was covered with sweat after a hards days work. As the days wore on white marks began to form from the dry salt.
The woman in the red bandana gave me an erie glance. The bandna hhad an interesting woven pattern, it held her wispy silver hair that waved in the wind of the cloudy day. I was walking around the courner when i saw the woman, and i shivered, but not from the cold.
they are cute u can wear
it is a style you can wear as any thing you can wear it as ahat a scarf a do rag a braclet any thing if you are crying or haveing a runny nose there is your magic
I wrapped the bandana around the bullet wound on his leg with shaking hands. It had been a long time since I’ve seen so much blood; Thinking about it brought back memories of Iraq: Dragging the lifeless bodies of old friends down alleyways and laying them down as gently as possible, with tears stinging the open wounds on your face, behind a dumpster, praying to God that it would all end soon.
The shaggy faced man walked around the camp ground. He was the owner of the camp. signified by his trademark bandana that hung out of his pocket carelessly. All of his employees wore smaller yellow ones.
allergy
Mali’s head throbbed with adrenaline. She skillfully tied an iced bandana round her head and sat on the creaky bed. It must of been from the 1950s and it most certainly didn’t help the headache she felt coming.
the bandana is something you wear on your head. a lot of bald bikers wear them. you dont have to be bald or a biker to wear a bandana. a lot of people wear them i used to wear them when i was younger. they come in all different colors and even in clothing other than hats. jewels and all.
Gangsters and puppies are the only people I can think that wear bandanas. The puppies are continually clawing them off their necks, contorting their backs in every way to rip that piece of fabric their owner has selfishly tied around them. Breaking free of the restrictions of the garment, ready to romp, bark and snort freely at their environment.