I eat cornflakes every morning for breakfast. Sometimes they get soggy. My favorite kind of flakes are snowflakes and my least favorite are people. People can be crunchy and soggy too. they can also be cold. I don’t eat cornflakes for breakfast anymore.
concetta
I eat cornflakes every morning for breakfast. sometimes they get soggy. my favorite kind of flakes are snowflakes and my least favorite are people. People can be crunchy and soggy too. they can also be cold. I hate flakes.
concetta
Try as you may to look at snowflakes and make them the same it will never happen. Each and every one is different. The cold touch of one little fleck can send your heart aglow with the longing of winters gone by. The beginning of winter fun and excitement.
asanderson
corn makes flakes. flakes can come from snow that falls out of the winter sky. every child wants a white christmas full of snow flakes that can be used to make snowmen and snow angels. Flakes come from paint that covers the bodies of sports fanatics all over the world.
Patric King
corn flakes for breakfast always remember me my youth, there are many types of cereal and you can combine them with many things, have it your way.
Snow flakes are also nice, i’d love to see snow again
Chuck
The flakes of dandrift are falling of the kids head. The snowflakes look so pretty and I really like it when it snows because I like to ski and sled. I also like to snowshoe.
Morgan
There are different types of flakes, although before we get to the varieties lets have a chat about the affection that they have garnered.
From the female population in general flakes symbolize beauty and freedom.
so with that in mind lets see what references are made when the word Flakes is heard:
Flakes – chocolate by cadburry
snowflakes and other such beautiful things. There you have it, sixty seconds worth of know how on one single word.
Shrey S
the flakes in her food seemed bland now, but she told herself she liked them so she’d eat them, another great idea that sat in her gut like burden’s guilt.
caleb p von radugge
Fall from the top my head, hitting the black sweater and creating then human version of snow, except oily and only partially water based.
or in my bowl, golden and full of fibery goodness, splashed with moisture, filling my belly with breakfast.
The flakes are gone :'( That’s all there is, there isn’t anymore …
Joel Swensen
Flakes of snow, piled up, pressing against the window
Blown down from on high
Blown in form across miles
Over mountains, over hills and plains
And now I hve to scrape the window clear before I can drive to work.
Max Quardlepleen
It’s amazing how many different companies can produce frosted flakes… knock off an original and try to pass it as equal, or even better. What a shame! Tony the Tiger is disappointed, and so is my lack of ability to buy name-branded goodness to feel high cotton-like.
JJ
you’re not there when i wake up in the morning, now.
a year’s worth of ritual, of repetition, every fucking morning,
and you’re not there.
who’s going to pour me a bowl of cornflakes,
now that you’re gone?
…i still love you.
charlie
snow cereal hair tasty
Mrs. Gall
I saw some snow flakes falling all around me. I didn’t know where the hell I was, but that doesn’t really matter, does it? My friend Jorge said he was as gay as the snow flakes. And I had to agree. He is really gay. But, he was a horse, so, I think I was under the influence of drugs…
Luis
I woke up in the morning and climbded down the stairs of heaven. I was sleepy, but managed to go to the kitchen and eat a plate of corn flakes with milk and orange juice, the flakes were delicious, the juice was bitter.
Jorge
Flakes fell on the roof, weighing it down with cold and damp. The roof sagged under the weight.
Flakes sprayed across his face. “Bitch!” Hey – you can’t get mad for losing a snowball fight that YOU started.
Ice, cold wind whipping – I think I felt my eyeballs freeze over for a split second.
i think i did this one already.. anyway. so many of my favorite people are flakes, at least at moments. moments of forgetfulness and waves of laughter about things that no one else gets. but i love them because they are the ones that teach me joy, something that is far too easy for me to forget about right now.
Broken pieces of an object, yet possibly another object that is made from it. Delicately falling downwards to a surface as they are inevitably chipped off, flakes are the pieces of the object, a “child”, if you will. But with no life.
Snow flakes. Falling from the sky, all over everything: trees, people, faces, cars, creatures, roads. Beautifully falling. But, they bring with them the cold and the promise of winter. If only it would snow in the summer- warm weather with a beautiful twist.
Morgan
The snow white flakes on my head were cute, but I wanted something more dramatic for this scene. After all, i wanted my understudy to fail miserably when i was out of town. so I decided cornflakes would freak her out nad i was so right. i hear dlater, from my accomplice that the cornflakes that fell in her hair had her running from the auditorium.
Marianne
like bran flakes? i don’t like those much. if i eat too much cereal i fart a lot. really smelly farts too. so i avoid bran flakes.
Tara
falling all around, snow, cold…. then I think Cereal! Yum with milk a bowl and a spoon: Cheerios, Special K, Frosted, with berries – so many choices- but then I think of people.
Morgan
corn flakes are so delicious i love to eat them. Also, snow flakes are beautiful and i miss them so much. here in the desert there’s no rain or snow. I hate flakes in my hair. dandruff is the worst thing that ever existed. I can never seem to completely get rid of it. Those things on tv are all such lies. I can’t believe they lie to people so much. consumerism is a big lie. They just like to let people dig out their money.
lulu
Flakes of irradiated ash still rained down on the world after the blast. In seconds a man had wiped away mankind.
Flakes of snow, flakes of dandruff, flaky lady, I am flaky, flaking off about something how are you flaking today? British candy, or is it canadian. armageddon armada army armisitice how did I get off on arm things from flakes? arm yourself be prepared
Barb
Flakes of snow, slowly drifting down. Christmas and presents filling our minds. Family is coming into town, and excitement overwhelms us as we think of the love and warmth that will accompany the time. Snow surrounds us, tiny flakes envelope us.
Sophie
What’s a snowflake? My daughter asked me this question one morning over a bowl of oatmeal. I wondered how to explain the wonder of snowfall to a child who lived in Nevada, but I could not grasp the words. So we colored instead.
Cereal and milk do not a meal a day make.
I believe that is all the fluff I can take.
If you don’t like it go eat some cake.
CDTrips
EWWW like mashed potato flakes? or dandruff snow? or what that word meakes me sad and it sounds gross so EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWEeeeWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
Jen
Corn flakes
Snow flakes
dandruff flakes
soap flakes
Hope flakes floats moves
people are flakes when they don’t show up
flakes are small sheddings
little bits and pieces jots and tittles
flakes
move
dirt
they are dirty aren’t they
except for soap and snow
I wonder what it is people think
when they hear the word “flakes?”
I guess I always knew deep inside that he was a flake. I remember the morning so clearly – sitting at the kitchen table, pouring my cheerios into my glass bowl. But he scoffed at my cereal choice, and pulled out a box of cornflakes. Then he kissed me an promised he’d never leave.
The next morning, he was gone. The cornflakes were still there, though.
Snowflakes, cornflakes, remember those times, that childhood, snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes, favorite things, lovely things, warm things, remember that flaky man? He said he’d stay, just eat cornflakes instead, don’t cry over him, he’s not worth it. Flaky memories.
Margy
Frosted Flakes were her favorite, and they had been since she was a kid. Though she was lactose intolerant, Frosted Flakes were so good that the crippling pain later was worth it. Toilet paper nearby, she started to eat.
Kelly
of small minds that Are lost in the valleys of our dreams…
Flakes… of misery on the faces of that young naked woman
when her child got angry
I’m going out to buy cigarettes.
Hank
Flakes. Snow Flakes. In Houston, it rarely snows. The first snow I can remember was my senior year in high school. Band practice. They came running in yelling it was snowing. My director said we were crazy. We didn’t know wat snow was. He was wrong. It was beautiful, white, and cold.
Amber
snow flakes soap flakes flakes in my mouth yummy yummy flakes corn flakes mmmm,… good, with milk and sugar and maybe honey and soya milk.
snow flakes are good, they come in different shapes and sizes and they are magic!
I like when they fall on my tongue and eye lashes .
As I got ready for my performance, I began to notice the little flakes falling outside the window. Maybe we will actually have a white Christmas.
flakes are like snowflakes or hair falkes
Today i saw some snow flakes falling from the sky. The looked beautiful.
I eat cornflakes every morning for breakfast. Sometimes they get soggy. My favorite kind of flakes are snowflakes and my least favorite are people. People can be crunchy and soggy too. they can also be cold. I don’t eat cornflakes for breakfast anymore.
I eat cornflakes every morning for breakfast. sometimes they get soggy. my favorite kind of flakes are snowflakes and my least favorite are people. People can be crunchy and soggy too. they can also be cold. I hate flakes.
Try as you may to look at snowflakes and make them the same it will never happen. Each and every one is different. The cold touch of one little fleck can send your heart aglow with the longing of winters gone by. The beginning of winter fun and excitement.
corn makes flakes. flakes can come from snow that falls out of the winter sky. every child wants a white christmas full of snow flakes that can be used to make snowmen and snow angels. Flakes come from paint that covers the bodies of sports fanatics all over the world.
corn flakes for breakfast always remember me my youth, there are many types of cereal and you can combine them with many things, have it your way.
Snow flakes are also nice, i’d love to see snow again
The flakes of dandrift are falling of the kids head. The snowflakes look so pretty and I really like it when it snows because I like to ski and sled. I also like to snowshoe.
There are different types of flakes, although before we get to the varieties lets have a chat about the affection that they have garnered.
From the female population in general flakes symbolize beauty and freedom.
so with that in mind lets see what references are made when the word Flakes is heard:
Flakes – chocolate by cadburry
snowflakes and other such beautiful things. There you have it, sixty seconds worth of know how on one single word.
the flakes in her food seemed bland now, but she told herself she liked them so she’d eat them, another great idea that sat in her gut like burden’s guilt.
Fall from the top my head, hitting the black sweater and creating then human version of snow, except oily and only partially water based.
or in my bowl, golden and full of fibery goodness, splashed with moisture, filling my belly with breakfast.
The flakes are gone :'( That’s all there is, there isn’t anymore …
Flakes of snow, piled up, pressing against the window
Blown down from on high
Blown in form across miles
Over mountains, over hills and plains
And now I hve to scrape the window clear before I can drive to work.
It’s amazing how many different companies can produce frosted flakes… knock off an original and try to pass it as equal, or even better. What a shame! Tony the Tiger is disappointed, and so is my lack of ability to buy name-branded goodness to feel high cotton-like.
you’re not there when i wake up in the morning, now.
a year’s worth of ritual, of repetition, every fucking morning,
and you’re not there.
who’s going to pour me a bowl of cornflakes,
now that you’re gone?
…i still love you.
snow cereal hair tasty
I saw some snow flakes falling all around me. I didn’t know where the hell I was, but that doesn’t really matter, does it? My friend Jorge said he was as gay as the snow flakes. And I had to agree. He is really gay. But, he was a horse, so, I think I was under the influence of drugs…
I woke up in the morning and climbded down the stairs of heaven. I was sleepy, but managed to go to the kitchen and eat a plate of corn flakes with milk and orange juice, the flakes were delicious, the juice was bitter.
Flakes fell on the roof, weighing it down with cold and damp. The roof sagged under the weight.
Flakes sprayed across his face. “Bitch!” Hey – you can’t get mad for losing a snowball fight that YOU started.
Ice, cold wind whipping – I think I felt my eyeballs freeze over for a split second.
i think i did this one already.. anyway. so many of my favorite people are flakes, at least at moments. moments of forgetfulness and waves of laughter about things that no one else gets. but i love them because they are the ones that teach me joy, something that is far too easy for me to forget about right now.
Broken pieces of an object, yet possibly another object that is made from it. Delicately falling downwards to a surface as they are inevitably chipped off, flakes are the pieces of the object, a “child”, if you will. But with no life.
Snow flakes. Falling from the sky, all over everything: trees, people, faces, cars, creatures, roads. Beautifully falling. But, they bring with them the cold and the promise of winter. If only it would snow in the summer- warm weather with a beautiful twist.
The snow white flakes on my head were cute, but I wanted something more dramatic for this scene. After all, i wanted my understudy to fail miserably when i was out of town. so I decided cornflakes would freak her out nad i was so right. i hear dlater, from my accomplice that the cornflakes that fell in her hair had her running from the auditorium.
like bran flakes? i don’t like those much. if i eat too much cereal i fart a lot. really smelly farts too. so i avoid bran flakes.
falling all around, snow, cold…. then I think Cereal! Yum with milk a bowl and a spoon: Cheerios, Special K, Frosted, with berries – so many choices- but then I think of people.
corn flakes are so delicious i love to eat them. Also, snow flakes are beautiful and i miss them so much. here in the desert there’s no rain or snow. I hate flakes in my hair. dandruff is the worst thing that ever existed. I can never seem to completely get rid of it. Those things on tv are all such lies. I can’t believe they lie to people so much. consumerism is a big lie. They just like to let people dig out their money.
Flakes of irradiated ash still rained down on the world after the blast. In seconds a man had wiped away mankind.
Flakes of snow, flakes of dandruff, flaky lady, I am flaky, flaking off about something how are you flaking today? British candy, or is it canadian. armageddon armada army armisitice how did I get off on arm things from flakes? arm yourself be prepared
Flakes of snow, slowly drifting down. Christmas and presents filling our minds. Family is coming into town, and excitement overwhelms us as we think of the love and warmth that will accompany the time. Snow surrounds us, tiny flakes envelope us.
What’s a snowflake? My daughter asked me this question one morning over a bowl of oatmeal. I wondered how to explain the wonder of snowfall to a child who lived in Nevada, but I could not grasp the words. So we colored instead.
Cereal and milk do not a meal a day make.
I believe that is all the fluff I can take.
If you don’t like it go eat some cake.
EWWW like mashed potato flakes? or dandruff snow? or what that word meakes me sad and it sounds gross so EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWEeeeWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
Corn flakes
Snow flakes
dandruff flakes
soap flakes
Hope flakes floats moves
people are flakes when they don’t show up
flakes are small sheddings
little bits and pieces jots and tittles
flakes
move
dirt
they are dirty aren’t they
except for soap and snow
I wonder what it is people think
when they hear the word “flakes?”
I guess I always knew deep inside that he was a flake. I remember the morning so clearly – sitting at the kitchen table, pouring my cheerios into my glass bowl. But he scoffed at my cereal choice, and pulled out a box of cornflakes. Then he kissed me an promised he’d never leave.
The next morning, he was gone. The cornflakes were still there, though.
Snowflakes, cornflakes, remember those times, that childhood, snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes, favorite things, lovely things, warm things, remember that flaky man? He said he’d stay, just eat cornflakes instead, don’t cry over him, he’s not worth it. Flaky memories.
Frosted Flakes were her favorite, and they had been since she was a kid. Though she was lactose intolerant, Frosted Flakes were so good that the crippling pain later was worth it. Toilet paper nearby, she started to eat.
of small minds that Are lost in the valleys of our dreams…
Flakes… of misery on the faces of that young naked woman
when her child got angry
I’m going out to buy cigarettes.
Flakes. Snow Flakes. In Houston, it rarely snows. The first snow I can remember was my senior year in high school. Band practice. They came running in yelling it was snowing. My director said we were crazy. We didn’t know wat snow was. He was wrong. It was beautiful, white, and cold.
snow flakes soap flakes flakes in my mouth yummy yummy flakes corn flakes mmmm,… good, with milk and sugar and maybe honey and soya milk.
snow flakes are good, they come in different shapes and sizes and they are magic!
I like when they fall on my tongue and eye lashes .