My corn flakes went bad. I should’ve bought some new, but I had no money.
Gotta be more careful, I said to myself, my hand reaching down my empty pocket.
Oh well.
Bad corn flakes it is.
Theodore Diakos
corn,snow
bored
what is this for?
o my god i got stressed!
time is running out…
ti kerdizo?
tzabras
Flakes are what you have for breakfast. They’re also the brown bits of poo that collect at the back of your toilet. It’s important you don’t ever confuse these things.
Matt
Once upon a time, a little girl saw flakes of snow drifting down around her home. She jumped for joy, because she knew that meant hot chocolate…. with marshmallows! As the flakes began to accumulate, she put on her snow pants and headed out to play.
Mrs. Cunningham
I like the flakes floating from the box into the bowl. covering the ice cream and beginning to melt and meld into the liquid sweetness. I like the noise of the flakes, rattling in the box. I imaging I can see through the cupboard doors, lasering through chipboard and varnish to see them trembling and waiting dispatch to a greater place.
catkins
I just want some spellchecker on this thing. Flakes.
Frosted Frakes: They’re more than good, they’re Kate.
Tony the Tiger is a creep. He covers his absent private parts, making commercials so much more awkward than they used to be. No wonder my childhood fucked me up so well.
Snowflakes fell, swirling to the ground as he strode down the street. The snow crunched under his boots as he made his way with purpose to the glowing light on the corner of the street.
They came down like crazy! It was hard to see across the street. We were waiting for family to come for the holiday and it was unnerving. Our neighbors had their family near and we couldn’t wait for ours.
Kay
Cornflakes are crunchy and delightful. They remind me of my childhood. Recently I have come to like the homebrand cornflakes as they are less expensive and just as delicious. I love to make honey biscuit
Bridgette
Snowflakes fall as we walk down Michigan Ave. We fit so well together, not just in the way we could talk, but like puzzle pieces. Her under my arm and wrapped around my back. We kept eachother warm…and today it’s really damn cold.
J’écris comme si j’avais peur de pas pouvoir remplir une satanique page de contenu vide de sens et sans intérêt.
Des ces tera octets de contenu disséminés dans la nature intrépide de nos réseaux
franck
The snow flakes fell around the dead man that laid at the bottom of the cliff. Tom had stumbled upon the corpse while running from the mass murderer that was chasing him. Tom only had moments to contemplate the body before he had to run on again.
Jason Lautzenheiser
Snowflakes. Tiny droplets of crystallized what that looked like clothes detergent. He sneered because what ugly little things! but his daughter smiled up at them and twirled in thesnow with snowflakes in her hair.
Suwa
Flakes of snow fell straight down from the grey sky to the barren ground as I drove past at 65 mph on my way to Thanksgiving at grandma’s house.
The flakes in her cereal were getting soggy, but she couldn’t find it in her heart to care. Nothing seemed to matter to her anymore. Not after all that had happened.
My girlfriend was telling me about the embarrassing results of shingles. We broke up a month ago and then she came down with shingles. She’s beautiful and has long blond hair and the shingles have effected the nerves in her scalp causing the skin to peel and flake off onto her shoulders.
Bryant
Flakes of cake fall from your lips as you mumble, still not awake in the morning. I think, are you really eating cake for breakfast? But that’s you. Flaking all over the floor, all over our relationship, drooling and dropping your way through our would-be love.
Richard Braithwaite
My thoughts fell like flakes of snow—random, frozen, yet perfectly formed when examined closely.
snow
crumbs
scraps
ice
water
cereals
rice
grass
hair
skin
toys
faint
people
rubbish
bags
do
june johnson
if there’s one place where one word is at one with the world it is here, but don’t take one too seriously because it’s only one and one needs another one to make two… so one is not such a great number when one is feeling sad and lonely. One word for one is onersome.
helen
flakes of mising you constantly brush off me i want to read your blog and simply agree with you on one issue eventhough i am going the other way you have the better-best-position on the other issue i wat to debate your position why do you feel that way and heres why i don’t
bend @the knees
I knew they were a bunch of flakes the minute I walked into the room. These people may have been the brightest and the best of the IT department, but their collective sky was not blue. Possibly chartreuse.
I knew they were a bunch of flakes they minute I walked into the room. These people may have been the brightest and the best of the IT department, but their collective sky was not blue.
flakes can be many things. they can b snow flakes and hey can be cereal flakes.both of them feel really good on my tounge- though i havent tried either. but i can imagiain what it would feel like
reilly
Corn, snow, coconut, idiots and a few more make up the content of flakes. It seems there are more flakes than people realize. Flakes are everywhere! If you want to add more time to this exercise just hit the back button on your browser and it will load an additional 60 seconds so you can continue your writing and completely screw up the thought process and intent.
Les Dossey
The colors of their relationship covered their hearts. Imprinted their feeling. And tainted their minds forever.
ash
A coisa mais honesta que se pode dizer a respeito da vida, é que a vida entendida é a vida vivida. Não se pode viver e analisar a vida ao mesmo tempo. Palavras ao vento.
Vitor
6 letters for white, 6 letters for cold and simetry. Melting away.
Andreea Nitoi
They are floating in the air or just floating in the milk. They seem to float everywhere. Maybe they float in space in a galaxy far far away. They have many colours. They seem to be fluffy all the time or they don`t are fluffy anyway. Flakes could be out of corn or water, when it is frozen. I can haz flaix too!!!
Nelo
corn flakes corn flakes corn flakes. what to say about corn flakes. or any flakes? the chicken thing on the corn flakes box is creepy. I heard that corn flakes are horribly unhealthy because of a coating that is put on them to keep them ‘fresh’ and i was told not to eat them. i never liked them anyway.
snowflakes are cool too?
mike
I hate bran flakes. They taste like dry dog food. How do I know this? When I was little, I tried my dog’s food. He was my friend so I couldn’t imagine his food would be that different form my own. Blech! Was I wrong!
You know when the now gently starts to fall, those first flakes of winter. the warm feeling that fills you up from the inside flowing through your veins, replacing the cold that starts o set in at winter.
Sean
The flakes were sinking fast in the milk.
-Why would you eat these goddamn flakes all morning?
Her question fell on deaf ears as he was busy stuffing his face with said flakes.
-Huh. You’re full of them.
The flakes were sinking in the milk when she turned and faced him for the millionth time.
-What do you like about breakfast?
The question was important.
-I like how I spill the milk on the flakes and the come alive.
They looked shocked.
50ft queenie
Cornflakes taste best with really cold milk. But you have to let them soak, so they get real soggy. Love it. They’ve got this special quality then, taste like corn but a kind of milky corn.
Susanne Zoehrer
The first ones are always a dream sequence. They happen to be one of the most potent ways to transport you to a far off place in your mind: a person, an image, a memory that happens to be home. It takes you back and holds your there in the temporary moment, complete with a temporary warmth that accompanies each flake.
Alyxandra Gauthier
Flakes are my favorite type of chocolate. Flakes are also people who say they’ll do something, then don’t. I like them a lot less. Theyre pointless. I might have a flake chocolate bar later. Yes?
snow. I yearn to see it again, feel the snowflakes on my skin, my cheeks, freezing my hands. opening up my mouth to the sky and have them land on my tongue, flutter on my eyelashes.
alice tragedy
and then it started snowing. flakes of all shapes and sizes begun to fall from the sky above her head and dissapeared when touched her shoulders.
My corn flakes went bad. I should’ve bought some new, but I had no money.
Gotta be more careful, I said to myself, my hand reaching down my empty pocket.
Oh well.
Bad corn flakes it is.
corn,snow
bored
what is this for?
o my god i got stressed!
time is running out…
ti kerdizo?
Flakes are what you have for breakfast. They’re also the brown bits of poo that collect at the back of your toilet. It’s important you don’t ever confuse these things.
Once upon a time, a little girl saw flakes of snow drifting down around her home. She jumped for joy, because she knew that meant hot chocolate…. with marshmallows! As the flakes began to accumulate, she put on her snow pants and headed out to play.
I like the flakes floating from the box into the bowl. covering the ice cream and beginning to melt and meld into the liquid sweetness. I like the noise of the flakes, rattling in the box. I imaging I can see through the cupboard doors, lasering through chipboard and varnish to see them trembling and waiting dispatch to a greater place.
I just want some spellchecker on this thing. Flakes.
Frosted Frakes: They’re more than good, they’re Kate.
Tony the Tiger is a creep. He covers his absent private parts, making commercials so much more awkward than they used to be. No wonder my childhood fucked me up so well.
Snowflakes fell, swirling to the ground as he strode down the street. The snow crunched under his boots as he made his way with purpose to the glowing light on the corner of the street.
They came down like crazy! It was hard to see across the street. We were waiting for family to come for the holiday and it was unnerving. Our neighbors had their family near and we couldn’t wait for ours.
Cornflakes are crunchy and delightful. They remind me of my childhood. Recently I have come to like the homebrand cornflakes as they are less expensive and just as delicious. I love to make honey biscuit
Snowflakes fall as we walk down Michigan Ave. We fit so well together, not just in the way we could talk, but like puzzle pieces. Her under my arm and wrapped around my back. We kept eachother warm…and today it’s really damn cold.
J’écris comme si j’avais peur de pas pouvoir remplir une satanique page de contenu vide de sens et sans intérêt.
Des ces tera octets de contenu disséminés dans la nature intrépide de nos réseaux
The snow flakes fell around the dead man that laid at the bottom of the cliff. Tom had stumbled upon the corpse while running from the mass murderer that was chasing him. Tom only had moments to contemplate the body before he had to run on again.
Snowflakes. Tiny droplets of crystallized what that looked like clothes detergent. He sneered because what ugly little things! but his daughter smiled up at them and twirled in thesnow with snowflakes in her hair.
Flakes of snow fell straight down from the grey sky to the barren ground as I drove past at 65 mph on my way to Thanksgiving at grandma’s house.
The flakes in her cereal were getting soggy, but she couldn’t find it in her heart to care. Nothing seemed to matter to her anymore. Not after all that had happened.
My girlfriend was telling me about the embarrassing results of shingles. We broke up a month ago and then she came down with shingles. She’s beautiful and has long blond hair and the shingles have effected the nerves in her scalp causing the skin to peel and flake off onto her shoulders.
Flakes of cake fall from your lips as you mumble, still not awake in the morning. I think, are you really eating cake for breakfast? But that’s you. Flaking all over the floor, all over our relationship, drooling and dropping your way through our would-be love.
My thoughts fell like flakes of snow—random, frozen, yet perfectly formed when examined closely.
snow
crumbs
scraps
ice
water
cereals
rice
grass
hair
skin
toys
faint
people
rubbish
bags
do
if there’s one place where one word is at one with the world it is here, but don’t take one too seriously because it’s only one and one needs another one to make two… so one is not such a great number when one is feeling sad and lonely. One word for one is onersome.
flakes of mising you constantly brush off me i want to read your blog and simply agree with you on one issue eventhough i am going the other way you have the better-best-position on the other issue i wat to debate your position why do you feel that way and heres why i don’t
I knew they were a bunch of flakes the minute I walked into the room. These people may have been the brightest and the best of the IT department, but their collective sky was not blue. Possibly chartreuse.
I knew they were a bunch of flakes they minute I walked into the room. These people may have been the brightest and the best of the IT department, but their collective sky was not blue.
flakes can be many things. they can b snow flakes and hey can be cereal flakes.both of them feel really good on my tounge- though i havent tried either. but i can imagiain what it would feel like
Corn, snow, coconut, idiots and a few more make up the content of flakes. It seems there are more flakes than people realize. Flakes are everywhere! If you want to add more time to this exercise just hit the back button on your browser and it will load an additional 60 seconds so you can continue your writing and completely screw up the thought process and intent.
The colors of their relationship covered their hearts. Imprinted their feeling. And tainted their minds forever.
A coisa mais honesta que se pode dizer a respeito da vida, é que a vida entendida é a vida vivida. Não se pode viver e analisar a vida ao mesmo tempo. Palavras ao vento.
6 letters for white, 6 letters for cold and simetry. Melting away.
They are floating in the air or just floating in the milk. They seem to float everywhere. Maybe they float in space in a galaxy far far away. They have many colours. They seem to be fluffy all the time or they don`t are fluffy anyway. Flakes could be out of corn or water, when it is frozen. I can haz flaix too!!!
corn flakes corn flakes corn flakes. what to say about corn flakes. or any flakes? the chicken thing on the corn flakes box is creepy. I heard that corn flakes are horribly unhealthy because of a coating that is put on them to keep them ‘fresh’ and i was told not to eat them. i never liked them anyway.
snowflakes are cool too?
I hate bran flakes. They taste like dry dog food. How do I know this? When I was little, I tried my dog’s food. He was my friend so I couldn’t imagine his food would be that different form my own. Blech! Was I wrong!
You know when the now gently starts to fall, those first flakes of winter. the warm feeling that fills you up from the inside flowing through your veins, replacing the cold that starts o set in at winter.
The flakes were sinking fast in the milk.
-Why would you eat these goddamn flakes all morning?
Her question fell on deaf ears as he was busy stuffing his face with said flakes.
-Huh. You’re full of them.
The flakes were sinking in the milk when she turned and faced him for the millionth time.
-What do you like about breakfast?
The question was important.
-I like how I spill the milk on the flakes and the come alive.
They looked shocked.
Cornflakes taste best with really cold milk. But you have to let them soak, so they get real soggy. Love it. They’ve got this special quality then, taste like corn but a kind of milky corn.
The first ones are always a dream sequence. They happen to be one of the most potent ways to transport you to a far off place in your mind: a person, an image, a memory that happens to be home. It takes you back and holds your there in the temporary moment, complete with a temporary warmth that accompanies each flake.
Flakes are my favorite type of chocolate. Flakes are also people who say they’ll do something, then don’t. I like them a lot less. Theyre pointless. I might have a flake chocolate bar later. Yes?
snow. I yearn to see it again, feel the snowflakes on my skin, my cheeks, freezing my hands. opening up my mouth to the sky and have them land on my tongue, flutter on my eyelashes.
and then it started snowing. flakes of all shapes and sizes begun to fall from the sky above her head and dissapeared when touched her shoulders.