Everything was looking neat, except his white collar. There was small dot over there. This little f*cking dot made him crazy and furious. How can he go to meet his beloved one, when his collar is dirty !
The tiny puppy struggled hopelessly and helplessly against his collar, just trying to see the whole world that was out in front of him. He was only a month old, but he was just so eager to see everything. I wished I had that kind of passion, that kind of drive for anything.
is a symbole of obedience or mastery. There are all sorts of collars, symbolizing various methods of control. ie. choke chains, harnesses, spiked, etc. for human kind our collars are in form of laws, bills, responsibilities.
Justin Scott
The bell rings. First day of school and I take stock of my students. 3 dog collars, 2 micro-mini skirts and an anime costume. I realize 3 things.
1) I feel proud that I know what anime is.
2) I recognize the same underlying – search for/expression of – individuality that I felt when I wore poodle skirts, chewed gum in class and didn’t raise my hand when I knew the answer.
3) It feels too young to be dressing this way in kindergarten.
“Ring around the collar” cried the woman who was a shill for a multinational laundry detergent conglomerate. Andrew stared at her in disbelief as his wife reached into her purse. Nobody was going to disrespect her prowess in the laundry room if she, and her brass knuckles, had anything to say about it.
Every woman loves wearing nice collars. She’s even more happy if it’s a lovely present from her loving husband. She wears it and everyone can see: she’s loved.
I pull at my clothes, staring across the room. He looks over. I look down. My stomach’s in knots… it feels horrible. I hope he didn’t notice me. But then I stir up enough courage to lift my head up, and I see him heading straight for me. And I can just hardly make out the gun hidden under his shirt.
Quickly I jump up from my table, almost knocking over my glass of wine. I weave through the sea of tables, couples, and baffled waiters before I finally reach the bathroom. I glance behind me, and I see his eyes locked on mine, and his hand inching towards his weapon.
I enter the bathroom, and call out, making sure i’m alone. There’s no windows for me to make an escape. Guess we’ll just have to do this the hard way.
I go into one of the stalls and hop on top of the toilet seat. Just then, I hear the bathroom door being opened, and then the click of the lock.
“Oh hello?” he calls, and I hear the click of his shoes against the floor. Then the click of his gun. And almost making me jump, there’s a slam of a bathroom stall door, five down from me. This continues until he reaches mine.
He pushes open the door, and steps forward, his eyes glinting. I smirk and kick the door back. It slams into his nose and he falls over, dropping the gun. I walk around him as he clutches his face, and broken nose, and grab his gun. He reaches for it, but I place my high heel on his chest.
“One move, and you’re dead.” I tell him, pressing the heel down on him. He makes a sound in pain, and I back off, opening the door to the bathroom, and slamming it behind me. I hurriedly leave the restaurant, gun in hand.
Isabella Pierson
it’s there, a prided halo around your neck. they say life’s nothing without it. we all need directions. agreed. but who’s? you can’t follow and go wherever the wind blows when you’re tied down to that slave ship setting sail against the very breeze you enjoy. we were made to run along with the blizzards. when you’re cuffed….i mean, ‘collared’, to duties that benefit someone else more than it benefits you, it’s no surprise life becomes a bitch, no? but the alpha dogs love it. oooo, the way they howl in pride. but not us. you and i, we’re wildchilds, mongrels, halfbreeds, free-spirits, trying to get away from the stench of their dirty killing fields.
He was going to make the collar this time. He knew it. He could smell the drug deal about to come down, and then he would nab Benny and Gad, nab those two pricks and get them the hell off the street. Little Conny was the last poor runaway they’d sell bad drugs to, if Jose had his way.
Sorcha
Adjusting the collar on her son’s shirt, she gave him a small shove.
“C’mon, honey, it’s time to go.”
Indignantly, Cooper remained in the car, metal lunchbox clutched tightly in hand.
He collared the crook at the last possible moment, just before the dirty bird would have crossed the state line. He got the collar in a somewhat desperate way, but hey, it worked, so who cares? What he did is, see, he rear-ended the asshole. Rear-end. Asshole. Ha ha.
Kathleen Gabriel
he seldom wears his collar when he travels, he wants to blend in with the less pious of the world. he wonders if his very walk sets him apart, if they know who he is without the label. does anyone know who we are without our labels?
my big fat ugly dog sat there with his head down in his paws for his collar was weighing him down. bastard mother who the hell puts a collar on their dog that weighs as much as a baby elephant. damn you all
FUCK. poor dog
clare
black leather collar hung around his neck. moved by the panting and swaying of his tail. on the tag read in faded letters.
on his shirt, it sat. i quizzically looked at it, how interesting? the white collar man would be in my bedroom later that afternoon, his wife would not know. “it will be fine” he said. “hahahahaa” little did he know.
alexandra
There was this red balloon out by the car the other day, tucked up under the wheel. I kept thinking it should have had a string tied around it. But not one to mess with the bizarre when I was otherwise on the run, I let said owner of the car deal with it. Who knows if it was ever graced by a twine like collar or had been carelessly popped. Strange that days later I’m still thinking about it. I kind of wished I’d brought it inside now.
The sky was as gray and bleak as ever and, as usual, it looked as though it was promising a rain.
His navy trench coat only made him look taller and enhanced his pale skin and prominent cheek bones. He gazed down at the Thames and upturned his collar before walking away with his hands in his pockets, giving a little smirk as he thought about his earlier discovery…
white and stiff, like the cold neck it encircles. the collar portrays a top status, top of the food chain. no feelings, just money. perhaps next time, use a little fabric softener.
Aaron
my dog is amazing. people don’t quite understand why i’m so in love with my dog, but she’s always been there for me. in the summer, we go up to my camp which is on a lake. unlike the rest of my family, i always bring her in the water, but since it’s lake water she has to be rinsed after. we have to wash her and then pat her dry with a towel, and then we let her sunbathe on the deck with her collar off.
Merydith
you make me hot under the collar.
you make me want to rip off my collar and choke you with it.
you make me want to choke myself with my collar so i don’t have to deal with people like you anymore.
collar means necklace in spanish, but in english it’s for a dog’s neck to help control on walks, etc. it could be a symbol for being restricted or restrained. Maybe we all wear collars in the form of our attire to fit into a certain social group and we’re constrained by those rules and expectations.
A.L. Rockwell
Collar? I feel like there’s a fucking collar around my neck. There’s something seriously wronged and fucked up with our culture and society, and its driving me crazy. I feel horribly powerless and chained up- I’m too young to do anything.
Jazz
I can say that my headphones are a collar because you can always find them around my neck. Dogs also wear these but you can put them on just about any animal. Pretty interesting word for a topic.
Isaac
tshirt collar wrinkled…just my luck…now how am i going to make a good first impression with her?
kuler
His collar was popped. His tie, tied. His shirt ironed and ready to go. He grabbed his coat and shoes and hurried out the door. Out the door and out into the city where he proceeded to search for his next victim.
The collar on his neck dangled loosely as he walked through the halls. He knew that if he did something wrong, he would be dead on command. As the lights flickered on and off, he couldn’t help but look at the faces of the other inmates, distraught as death loomed over them, but not nearly as heavily as it did over him.
He grabbed the terrified boy by the collar and threw him several feet away, enraged at what had just happened. There would be no forgiveness or mercy for a demonic boy like this.
I’m dreaming of brighter days, of clear skies and burning nights, of streetlights and wistfulness. I’m longing for skyfuls of stars, and long, cool, dew-touched mornings. I’m hungering for change with an appetite indescribable. For now, I’ll turn my collar against the cold, but it’s always darkest just before the dawn.
The collar of his shirt was high and pristine. He ironed each button down shirt carefully and methodically each morning before he wore it. If nothing else, He could always control this.
Having done this once, putting on the collar did not seem difficult. I was not worried about wearing it, just thinking about the end when I could take it off and put on my normal feelings and be myself again.
Peter pan collar dresses, blouses and button downs. One word, obsessed.
It gives out this vintage vibe and feminine features, very classy and lady-like.
alyssa rae
white collar crime, ring around the collar, kisses, professionalism, promotion, snazzy club business man walking up to a woman in a sleek black dress and kissing her, becoming the man I could always be and will be one day but aren’t right now, money, power, wealth of life
Bob
A dainty Peter Pan collar adorns her favorite dress; the sweet light green one that’s made of the softest, finest cotton she’s ever felt. She feels pretty in it. Not sexy, just…pretty. It’s a nice feeling, a departure from the normal way she dresses to go out. It makes her stick out in the crowd, but in a nice way. In a way that makes everyone else feel like they should go home and change.
Katie
I want to buy her a beautiful collar, one to show how much I love her. do I get the pink camo one? Or the leather one with the pink stitching. I think she likes it when she has a special collar on; like at Christmas when she wears the red velvet one with faux fur trim or at Halloween when she wears the purple one with orange pumpkins.
A collar is something that clamps around on next. It is meant to bind, to hold…to prevent. A collar is meant to own. These last two reasons have been the downfall of many an individual the world would’ve regarded as “great” had it not been for that certain object, the collar.
I don’t know what to write about “collar,” except the fact that I hate sleeping in shirts with collars. It’s really uncomfortable.
Everything was looking neat, except his white collar. There was small dot over there. This little f*cking dot made him crazy and furious. How can he go to meet his beloved one, when his collar is dirty !
The tiny puppy struggled hopelessly and helplessly against his collar, just trying to see the whole world that was out in front of him. He was only a month old, but he was just so eager to see everything. I wished I had that kind of passion, that kind of drive for anything.
is a symbole of obedience or mastery. There are all sorts of collars, symbolizing various methods of control. ie. choke chains, harnesses, spiked, etc. for human kind our collars are in form of laws, bills, responsibilities.
The bell rings. First day of school and I take stock of my students. 3 dog collars, 2 micro-mini skirts and an anime costume. I realize 3 things.
1) I feel proud that I know what anime is.
2) I recognize the same underlying – search for/expression of – individuality that I felt when I wore poodle skirts, chewed gum in class and didn’t raise my hand when I knew the answer.
3) It feels too young to be dressing this way in kindergarten.
Man … I feel old.
“Ring around the collar” cried the woman who was a shill for a multinational laundry detergent conglomerate. Andrew stared at her in disbelief as his wife reached into her purse. Nobody was going to disrespect her prowess in the laundry room if she, and her brass knuckles, had anything to say about it.
Every woman loves wearing nice collars. She’s even more happy if it’s a lovely present from her loving husband. She wears it and everyone can see: she’s loved.
Collar-lipstick-infidelity-liar-cheat-relationship over.
I pull at my clothes, staring across the room. He looks over. I look down. My stomach’s in knots… it feels horrible. I hope he didn’t notice me. But then I stir up enough courage to lift my head up, and I see him heading straight for me. And I can just hardly make out the gun hidden under his shirt.
Quickly I jump up from my table, almost knocking over my glass of wine. I weave through the sea of tables, couples, and baffled waiters before I finally reach the bathroom. I glance behind me, and I see his eyes locked on mine, and his hand inching towards his weapon.
I enter the bathroom, and call out, making sure i’m alone. There’s no windows for me to make an escape. Guess we’ll just have to do this the hard way.
I go into one of the stalls and hop on top of the toilet seat. Just then, I hear the bathroom door being opened, and then the click of the lock.
“Oh hello?” he calls, and I hear the click of his shoes against the floor. Then the click of his gun. And almost making me jump, there’s a slam of a bathroom stall door, five down from me. This continues until he reaches mine.
He pushes open the door, and steps forward, his eyes glinting. I smirk and kick the door back. It slams into his nose and he falls over, dropping the gun. I walk around him as he clutches his face, and broken nose, and grab his gun. He reaches for it, but I place my high heel on his chest.
“One move, and you’re dead.” I tell him, pressing the heel down on him. He makes a sound in pain, and I back off, opening the door to the bathroom, and slamming it behind me. I hurriedly leave the restaurant, gun in hand.
it’s there, a prided halo around your neck. they say life’s nothing without it. we all need directions. agreed. but who’s? you can’t follow and go wherever the wind blows when you’re tied down to that slave ship setting sail against the very breeze you enjoy. we were made to run along with the blizzards. when you’re cuffed….i mean, ‘collared’, to duties that benefit someone else more than it benefits you, it’s no surprise life becomes a bitch, no? but the alpha dogs love it. oooo, the way they howl in pride. but not us. you and i, we’re wildchilds, mongrels, halfbreeds, free-spirits, trying to get away from the stench of their dirty killing fields.
He was going to make the collar this time. He knew it. He could smell the drug deal about to come down, and then he would nab Benny and Gad, nab those two pricks and get them the hell off the street. Little Conny was the last poor runaway they’d sell bad drugs to, if Jose had his way.
Adjusting the collar on her son’s shirt, she gave him a small shove.
“C’mon, honey, it’s time to go.”
Indignantly, Cooper remained in the car, metal lunchbox clutched tightly in hand.
my collar is not white or blue. It’s… green. But sometimes pink and other times yellow
He collared the crook at the last possible moment, just before the dirty bird would have crossed the state line. He got the collar in a somewhat desperate way, but hey, it worked, so who cares? What he did is, see, he rear-ended the asshole. Rear-end. Asshole. Ha ha.
he seldom wears his collar when he travels, he wants to blend in with the less pious of the world. he wonders if his very walk sets him apart, if they know who he is without the label. does anyone know who we are without our labels?
my big fat ugly dog sat there with his head down in his paws for his collar was weighing him down. bastard mother who the hell puts a collar on their dog that weighs as much as a baby elephant. damn you all
FUCK. poor dog
black leather collar hung around his neck. moved by the panting and swaying of his tail. on the tag read in faded letters.
a collar that animal wears
on his shirt, it sat. i quizzically looked at it, how interesting? the white collar man would be in my bedroom later that afternoon, his wife would not know. “it will be fine” he said. “hahahahaa” little did he know.
There was this red balloon out by the car the other day, tucked up under the wheel. I kept thinking it should have had a string tied around it. But not one to mess with the bizarre when I was otherwise on the run, I let said owner of the car deal with it. Who knows if it was ever graced by a twine like collar or had been carelessly popped. Strange that days later I’m still thinking about it. I kind of wished I’d brought it inside now.
The sky was as gray and bleak as ever and, as usual, it looked as though it was promising a rain.
His navy trench coat only made him look taller and enhanced his pale skin and prominent cheek bones. He gazed down at the Thames and upturned his collar before walking away with his hands in his pockets, giving a little smirk as he thought about his earlier discovery…
white and stiff, like the cold neck it encircles. the collar portrays a top status, top of the food chain. no feelings, just money. perhaps next time, use a little fabric softener.
my dog is amazing. people don’t quite understand why i’m so in love with my dog, but she’s always been there for me. in the summer, we go up to my camp which is on a lake. unlike the rest of my family, i always bring her in the water, but since it’s lake water she has to be rinsed after. we have to wash her and then pat her dry with a towel, and then we let her sunbathe on the deck with her collar off.
you make me hot under the collar.
you make me want to rip off my collar and choke you with it.
you make me want to choke myself with my collar so i don’t have to deal with people like you anymore.
collar means necklace in spanish, but in english it’s for a dog’s neck to help control on walks, etc. it could be a symbol for being restricted or restrained. Maybe we all wear collars in the form of our attire to fit into a certain social group and we’re constrained by those rules and expectations.
Collar? I feel like there’s a fucking collar around my neck. There’s something seriously wronged and fucked up with our culture and society, and its driving me crazy. I feel horribly powerless and chained up- I’m too young to do anything.
I can say that my headphones are a collar because you can always find them around my neck. Dogs also wear these but you can put them on just about any animal. Pretty interesting word for a topic.
tshirt collar wrinkled…just my luck…now how am i going to make a good first impression with her?
His collar was popped. His tie, tied. His shirt ironed and ready to go. He grabbed his coat and shoes and hurried out the door. Out the door and out into the city where he proceeded to search for his next victim.
The collar on his neck dangled loosely as he walked through the halls. He knew that if he did something wrong, he would be dead on command. As the lights flickered on and off, he couldn’t help but look at the faces of the other inmates, distraught as death loomed over them, but not nearly as heavily as it did over him.
He grabbed the terrified boy by the collar and threw him several feet away, enraged at what had just happened. There would be no forgiveness or mercy for a demonic boy like this.
I’m dreaming of brighter days, of clear skies and burning nights, of streetlights and wistfulness. I’m longing for skyfuls of stars, and long, cool, dew-touched mornings. I’m hungering for change with an appetite indescribable. For now, I’ll turn my collar against the cold, but it’s always darkest just before the dawn.
The collar of his shirt was high and pristine. He ironed each button down shirt carefully and methodically each morning before he wore it. If nothing else, He could always control this.
Having done this once, putting on the collar did not seem difficult. I was not worried about wearing it, just thinking about the end when I could take it off and put on my normal feelings and be myself again.
Peter pan collar dresses, blouses and button downs. One word, obsessed.
It gives out this vintage vibe and feminine features, very classy and lady-like.
white collar crime, ring around the collar, kisses, professionalism, promotion, snazzy club business man walking up to a woman in a sleek black dress and kissing her, becoming the man I could always be and will be one day but aren’t right now, money, power, wealth of life
A dainty Peter Pan collar adorns her favorite dress; the sweet light green one that’s made of the softest, finest cotton she’s ever felt. She feels pretty in it. Not sexy, just…pretty. It’s a nice feeling, a departure from the normal way she dresses to go out. It makes her stick out in the crowd, but in a nice way. In a way that makes everyone else feel like they should go home and change.
I want to buy her a beautiful collar, one to show how much I love her. do I get the pink camo one? Or the leather one with the pink stitching. I think she likes it when she has a special collar on; like at Christmas when she wears the red velvet one with faux fur trim or at Halloween when she wears the purple one with orange pumpkins.
A collar is something that clamps around on next. It is meant to bind, to hold…to prevent. A collar is meant to own. These last two reasons have been the downfall of many an individual the world would’ve regarded as “great” had it not been for that certain object, the collar.
Um a collar goes around your pets neck. and a collar is also on shirts. Collars are sometimes annoying :) Glad im not a dog :)