Collar greens with BBQ and cornbread. Everyone’s should be laughing. Wait, it’s “collard”, isn’t it?
Fuckles.
happinesss@yahoo.com
Black leather and silver studs outlining the break between my head and body. No worries about the ring, just wish I were more of a piece and less of a lego.
Janice Lind
A white collar worker, that’s what most of my friends are turning out to be. Maybe a few will get to the silver collar or gold collar levels. Who knows. They are competitive enough. And sly enough. I’m sure some of them will get there.
Annie
she usually takes one look at him and sighs, just like his mother did. she would walk over to him, and press her hands down on his head in an attempt to flatten his hair. she would straighten his constantly crooked tie. her lips would spread slightly; a secret smile between them, and nobody else. this morning is differen: she is gone and it is his fault. he knows it. he looks in the mirror and sighs, just like his mother did. but today, he flattened his own collar.
r.e.t
he was caught when his pants slid down around his ankles. dumb criminal. mike made the collar. i laughed all the way back to the squad car.
Anonymous
The dog shook it off, the red collar grazing the tender meat on his neck. It growled, tuffs of fur caught against the latch. It pained him, the scratches and grazes.
Suwa
I straighten the collar on my new jacket and walk in. Nervously shuffling my feet I look around the room and try to find him. He’s at the far side talking to that boy again. Must get rid of that one…
Jack
i wear collars when i go out to a fancy restaurant…. but theyre reeaallyy uncomfortable… and its annoying when the collar goes to high and i look like a vampire and i dont realize and people are like, “hey look a vampire” and im like, “where?!?!”
mitch
fuck this
Anonymous
The Collar is what we know as something to hold another object down. The dog wears a collar of which the color may be blue. Tomorrow what will the color be what of a red or yellow?
danielle
no matter what, i know all i’m thinking of right now is how alone i am. and how alone i feel. i really want to get over it asap so that I can enjoy myself, and enjoy life.
the collar of the shirt i am wearing is white, and wrinkly. i should iron it. come to think of it, i should get an iron
Sandy
the collar of the dog was yellow and moving with the length of his stride over and around the meadow wild flower field and entering into a sunset abyss. along the edges of the grove came through the hunters and hunted, edging their way through another nightly feast.
sarah
I find the fashion trend of a ‘popped’ collar to be absurd. In my opinion, you wear a collar not to cover your neck; instead, the collar is there to accent your neck and draw eyes toward the face.
DanB
the dog was wearing a purple collar, a striking contrast to his large size and deep bark. When anyone approached, however, he became frightened and hid underneath the couch. it wasn’t surprising then that his collar should be purple. after all, he may have been large, but he was still afraid.
kate
She holds herself up by it, keeping herself awake as she drags herself forward through the day… yanking on it, leading herself on, down he hall, into class… she keeps tugging at it, jolting her head upright so she can pay attention to droning teachers and idiot classmates.
Jason "Danger" Block
Equality. You. Me. We are equal? Because some days it feels like I’m the pet you put a collar around my neck and drag me up and down the street like a shiny red wagon.
Grace
a ruffled collar, a whispered goodbye.
the pages turn on the victorian era and out
goes chivalry, with a tilt of the hat.
the pages spin fast as the winds of time blow them on and soon it is now, now when collars do not exist, only cleavage and v-necks and tube tops and flouting of modesty.
clothes communicate
Dawn
The collar of my restraint was too tight. Then again, it was a restraint so I guess it wouldn’t have made sense to make it loose. But still, you’d think that there was still some decency left in the world. Even in my captors who abused my poor, sore neck. Speaking of which, I could tell it was starting to chaff. Damn. Now one would think that I was Frankenstein. I had a bulbous neck with a metal contraption attached to it.
Carl Shan
collars are commonly worn by dogs. they help if your dog runs away while a. chasing a rabbit b. got scared away by your owner or c. if he’s afraid of his mother. collars are good things. you should give them to your dog if you love him
lar
The collar was fastened tightly on top of the jar in order to preserve its warm contents inside: an award-winning mullberry jam which Aunt Edna expected to take another blue ribbon at the upcoming State Fair. The mullberry trees had produced a bountiful crop this year and so there was more than enough Masonry jars to fill the widow’s food storage. The remainders would be given to the special souls in her eastern bench neighborhood who had demonstrated repeatedly little acts of Christ-like charity toward Edna and her twenty-pound cat, Miffy, in the weeks and months after Uncle Earl unexpectedly passed away. And the remainder of this year’s crop of mullberry preserves would be given to the bishop for placement in the storehouse.
jethro
makes me want to wear a starched collar as in the old days. the kind you button on to an old fashioned shirt. i think it was made out of some sort of pre-plastic of some kind.
j
The Collar tighten around my throat as I tried to pull away. The shadow lurked over me and and pulled me closer towards him. The strong stench of rotten corpses filled the air the closer and closer I got towards him.
Anonymous
There once was a dog that I bought a pet store, I could buy everything for him. Execpt for a collar. I didn’t have enough money to buy him a Collar. For a couple of months I mowed the lawn and walked other peoples dogs just to get enough money to buy my dog a collar. When
Blah
A thin collar pressed up against her cheekbone, colliding with that blushing newborn skin, frosted by the wintery glance pointing my way.
Mo Lonson
one day i was getting ready for work and i decided to trry to put on a shirt but it was dirty. I had to be at work in sixty seconds but the freeway was really busy! I had to get ready in my car because i didnt have enought time to do what i needed to do. This is a cool couch.
tia
dog use collars i like green collars my dog wears a collar collars are cool and red my dog has a blue collar i think he likes his collar when i remove his collar he looks naked so i put it back on him. collars collars collars
Justin M
My dog wears a collar. And nice shirts have collars too. I like collared shirts. And my dogs collar was blue with little paws on it.
Ashley
A silver dollar, bought my dog a nice firm collar.
mark
i turned down her collar, kissing the exposed line of skin that was revealed upon doing so. she always wore her collar up, especially on the cold winter nights. i’d never see her again but i certainly would think of her, scan for her face in a crowd… with that snide look on her face and the collar of her coat popped.
Roxxy
a piece of cloth around the neck.
mark
blue collars, run a mock.
down the side walk
out we go
we are free
from all the tyrants
tyrants
tell me
me
me
me
lauren
His collar was unkempt, bent, unwrought with tension and disparate with laxity. It flapped feebly in the wind, cruxing inwards and outwards like the dying flaps of a dry fish. Wrinkles molded themselves into the fabric, desperately.
Reyn
Blue, white. lot’s of different people should stop fighting about random differences between us, and should focus more on living in peace. Whatever color your collar may be, you shouldn’t think differently of others. Collars can be too tight, and collars can be too loose, you decide.
Joe
i don’t know what does it means? :)
square
collar, mmm… well, my shirt has one, my dog has a different kind, society places one on all who might rebel against it, times up
Bob
why would you give me this word twice. i am wholly uninspired by this word. i want variety, mix it up please. i cannot continue to do this. i need new, i need different, this is boring.
Anonymous
let me off of my leash. stop restraining me. i am suffocating with this collar, please let me go. let me live. please.
Anonymous
there is different work named different collar. Why word divide, we should treat everybody equqlly no matter white collar or bule.
jack.zhang
its collar again I was hoping for something different because it’s actually quite fun but no collar it is. collar rhymes with mollar which I don’t think is a word, i would look it up if i had a dictionary but unfortunatly I don’t. collars are worn by dogs and other animals so you know what their names are and where they have come from.
Anonymous
It was six feet tall so that nobody could see what his face looked like, beyond his five-inch nose poking out the middle. Old Nosey, we used to call him, before he walked off a bridge thinking it was his old tabby cat. Oh how the children cried and the world goes
Collar greens with BBQ and cornbread. Everyone’s should be laughing. Wait, it’s “collard”, isn’t it?
Fuckles.
Black leather and silver studs outlining the break between my head and body. No worries about the ring, just wish I were more of a piece and less of a lego.
A white collar worker, that’s what most of my friends are turning out to be. Maybe a few will get to the silver collar or gold collar levels. Who knows. They are competitive enough. And sly enough. I’m sure some of them will get there.
she usually takes one look at him and sighs, just like his mother did. she would walk over to him, and press her hands down on his head in an attempt to flatten his hair. she would straighten his constantly crooked tie. her lips would spread slightly; a secret smile between them, and nobody else. this morning is differen: she is gone and it is his fault. he knows it. he looks in the mirror and sighs, just like his mother did. but today, he flattened his own collar.
he was caught when his pants slid down around his ankles. dumb criminal. mike made the collar. i laughed all the way back to the squad car.
The dog shook it off, the red collar grazing the tender meat on his neck. It growled, tuffs of fur caught against the latch. It pained him, the scratches and grazes.
I straighten the collar on my new jacket and walk in. Nervously shuffling my feet I look around the room and try to find him. He’s at the far side talking to that boy again. Must get rid of that one…
i wear collars when i go out to a fancy restaurant…. but theyre reeaallyy uncomfortable… and its annoying when the collar goes to high and i look like a vampire and i dont realize and people are like, “hey look a vampire” and im like, “where?!?!”
fuck this
The Collar is what we know as something to hold another object down. The dog wears a collar of which the color may be blue. Tomorrow what will the color be what of a red or yellow?
no matter what, i know all i’m thinking of right now is how alone i am. and how alone i feel. i really want to get over it asap so that I can enjoy myself, and enjoy life.
the collar of the shirt i am wearing is white, and wrinkly. i should iron it. come to think of it, i should get an iron
the collar of the dog was yellow and moving with the length of his stride over and around the meadow wild flower field and entering into a sunset abyss. along the edges of the grove came through the hunters and hunted, edging their way through another nightly feast.
I find the fashion trend of a ‘popped’ collar to be absurd. In my opinion, you wear a collar not to cover your neck; instead, the collar is there to accent your neck and draw eyes toward the face.
the dog was wearing a purple collar, a striking contrast to his large size and deep bark. When anyone approached, however, he became frightened and hid underneath the couch. it wasn’t surprising then that his collar should be purple. after all, he may have been large, but he was still afraid.
She holds herself up by it, keeping herself awake as she drags herself forward through the day… yanking on it, leading herself on, down he hall, into class… she keeps tugging at it, jolting her head upright so she can pay attention to droning teachers and idiot classmates.
Equality. You. Me. We are equal? Because some days it feels like I’m the pet you put a collar around my neck and drag me up and down the street like a shiny red wagon.
a ruffled collar, a whispered goodbye.
the pages turn on the victorian era and out
goes chivalry, with a tilt of the hat.
the pages spin fast as the winds of time blow them on and soon it is now, now when collars do not exist, only cleavage and v-necks and tube tops and flouting of modesty.
clothes communicate
The collar of my restraint was too tight. Then again, it was a restraint so I guess it wouldn’t have made sense to make it loose. But still, you’d think that there was still some decency left in the world. Even in my captors who abused my poor, sore neck. Speaking of which, I could tell it was starting to chaff. Damn. Now one would think that I was Frankenstein. I had a bulbous neck with a metal contraption attached to it.
collars are commonly worn by dogs. they help if your dog runs away while a. chasing a rabbit b. got scared away by your owner or c. if he’s afraid of his mother. collars are good things. you should give them to your dog if you love him
The collar was fastened tightly on top of the jar in order to preserve its warm contents inside: an award-winning mullberry jam which Aunt Edna expected to take another blue ribbon at the upcoming State Fair. The mullberry trees had produced a bountiful crop this year and so there was more than enough Masonry jars to fill the widow’s food storage. The remainders would be given to the special souls in her eastern bench neighborhood who had demonstrated repeatedly little acts of Christ-like charity toward Edna and her twenty-pound cat, Miffy, in the weeks and months after Uncle Earl unexpectedly passed away. And the remainder of this year’s crop of mullberry preserves would be given to the bishop for placement in the storehouse.
makes me want to wear a starched collar as in the old days. the kind you button on to an old fashioned shirt. i think it was made out of some sort of pre-plastic of some kind.
The Collar tighten around my throat as I tried to pull away. The shadow lurked over me and and pulled me closer towards him. The strong stench of rotten corpses filled the air the closer and closer I got towards him.
There once was a dog that I bought a pet store, I could buy everything for him. Execpt for a collar. I didn’t have enough money to buy him a Collar. For a couple of months I mowed the lawn and walked other peoples dogs just to get enough money to buy my dog a collar. When
A thin collar pressed up against her cheekbone, colliding with that blushing newborn skin, frosted by the wintery glance pointing my way.
one day i was getting ready for work and i decided to trry to put on a shirt but it was dirty. I had to be at work in sixty seconds but the freeway was really busy! I had to get ready in my car because i didnt have enought time to do what i needed to do. This is a cool couch.
dog use collars i like green collars my dog wears a collar collars are cool and red my dog has a blue collar i think he likes his collar when i remove his collar he looks naked so i put it back on him. collars collars collars
My dog wears a collar. And nice shirts have collars too. I like collared shirts. And my dogs collar was blue with little paws on it.
A silver dollar, bought my dog a nice firm collar.
i turned down her collar, kissing the exposed line of skin that was revealed upon doing so. she always wore her collar up, especially on the cold winter nights. i’d never see her again but i certainly would think of her, scan for her face in a crowd… with that snide look on her face and the collar of her coat popped.
a piece of cloth around the neck.
blue collars, run a mock.
down the side walk
out we go
we are free
from all the tyrants
tyrants
tell me
me
me
me
His collar was unkempt, bent, unwrought with tension and disparate with laxity. It flapped feebly in the wind, cruxing inwards and outwards like the dying flaps of a dry fish. Wrinkles molded themselves into the fabric, desperately.
Blue, white. lot’s of different people should stop fighting about random differences between us, and should focus more on living in peace. Whatever color your collar may be, you shouldn’t think differently of others. Collars can be too tight, and collars can be too loose, you decide.
i don’t know what does it means? :)
collar, mmm… well, my shirt has one, my dog has a different kind, society places one on all who might rebel against it, times up
why would you give me this word twice. i am wholly uninspired by this word. i want variety, mix it up please. i cannot continue to do this. i need new, i need different, this is boring.
let me off of my leash. stop restraining me. i am suffocating with this collar, please let me go. let me live. please.
there is different work named different collar. Why word divide, we should treat everybody equqlly no matter white collar or bule.
its collar again I was hoping for something different because it’s actually quite fun but no collar it is. collar rhymes with mollar which I don’t think is a word, i would look it up if i had a dictionary but unfortunatly I don’t. collars are worn by dogs and other animals so you know what their names are and where they have come from.
It was six feet tall so that nobody could see what his face looked like, beyond his five-inch nose poking out the middle. Old Nosey, we used to call him, before he walked off a bridge thinking it was his old tabby cat. Oh how the children cried and the world goes