i love fried chicken.although its not healthy but its very tasty.sometimes i feel fries in my brain when a boring person starts conversing with me on an even boring subject.fried, thus can be both good and bad. its like life its self .only over cooked.i sometinmes fry other people.
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Fried.
The girl rubbed aloe vera cream over her raw, blistered skin, the cooling sensation of the cream quickly lost in the burning fire of her skin. Sighing, the girl surveyed her ruby complexion in the mirror. It was one of the perils of pale skin, the girl mused, always being fried whenever you step into the sunlight.
As I lay out in the sun, I try not to remind myself how long it’s been. It could’ve been days for all I know, but I will say that the burning feeling started to intensify as I was being superheated into my chair. However, I would not let this get me down for I need a tan so I may finally be the prettiest girl on the farm or at our prom, whichever mattered more.
Grant Montgomery
the person who loves you above all things, even in your most desperate moment, they are there for you, even if you don’t want them there because you think you’ll going to srew it up ans they’ll hate you, tey don’t. so…
nat
The pure thought and essence of him made me frazzled. It was like everything that I could possibly think of flooded into my mind whenever he was around. It was like my entire brain was fried – all because of him.
Alana
He fried that piece of her heart over and over again, until it was only ash and dust. And then she scattered those remains over the world so that she could love more deeply and widely than she ever had before.
My Grandmother made the very best fried chicken because she had to feed my Grandfather, their 10 children, the workers on their ranch and 2 orphans who were friends of the family. So, although they would rather eat steak they had to eat chicken twice a day. She also made biscuits three times a day because no one bought bread from the store back then. She is my hero. And the last days of her life, she was in a coma at age 84, whispering a list of work that needed to be done….wash the babies diapers, scrub the floors, cut the grapes…still working until the day she died. Love you Grandma!
paulie aragon
I fried
I lied
I don’t think this will work
I don t smoke salmon my friend
Get that out of your mouth
Turd
She sat in the back of the library alone.Stacked next to her were piles of books. Human Anatomy, Medicine in the Modern Era, History of Medicine Abridged, the titles out numbered her own blood cells. She read page after page of text. Med school had always been the dream. She was one final exam from graduating. Her internship was secure, her diploma was signed, all she had to was pass the test in the morning. She recalled terms for hours but she could feel her self nodding off between the page numbers. She felt like she was on life support, brain dead, fried.
Mel
chicken. always makes me sick to my stomach.
Toby loves it and so last time he wanted it I made him go to a new restaurant to try it.
He wasn’t satisfied and I thought it was my fault.
Felt guilty and had a stomach ache because it was spicy
Joanne
Fried chicken wafted in the air. Random squawks filled the silence impatiently waiting to die and get fried. Joey sat waiting for his meal wondering was it worth a chickens life for him to live?
His chubby fingers dripped drops of sweat onto the pavement as he held his magnifying glass steadily over the ant. The concentration could not be broken by anything, until the bug had been sufficiently fried.
carly
Robert woke up, already thinking about his breakfast. Fried egg. Nothing would be better to start that common day. What he didnt know was, that day would change his life forever.
stells
Friends + School + Dreams + Grades + Hobbies + Family + Life = Fried
I ate all the fried food I could get my hands on or my mouth around at the Dane County fair. Chicken of course I have a thing for chickens.french fires, cheese curds. The ones from the Stoughton VFW are the best. I prefer the yellow ones. Only the yellow ones. The white ones don’t taste right. And they have to be small. I won’t eat the big ones, they lose the crunch too fast.
Lenee
She awoke slowly with a groan which turned into a wail of agony as she tried to lift herself up into a sitting position. The wail turned into an angry scream as she noticed the white patch on her stomach where her book had protected a rectangle-shaped patch of skin…the rest was bright pink. Lobster pink.
L W
Baked in the sun for a long long time and now beyond useless, it’s crunchy and faded, cracked or blackened, extremely thirsty.
daniel williams
the orange county fair is full of fried foods being carried around on food trucks, so the scent saturates the air completely. it’s a tad disgusting to me when I think about the actual food that is creating the aroma, but when I breath in that distinct perfume of sugar, starch, meat, fat, and alcohol, it makes me smile. I can’t help it. It brings me home.
My brain is almost fried.
Ibhave been thinking about one annoying problem all week.
I need to switch gears and focuson something else.
I don’t like having a fried brain.
Robin
Fish can really stink up a house. Fried foods are terrible but oh so tasty. Sometimes people reference themselves as fried…burnt out and over it. Crispy I would think I’d lose to
Anne
me brains are fried, soooo much organization, papers to write, people to love, uggg im taking a nap now! solidify again..de pressurization
Chante
After a night of drinking and inadequate sleep, I’m fried the next day. For the next day after a binge, I am in constant danger of falling asleep standing up, or saying/doing something that seems insane.
The most delicious adjective ever? Give her a think there once: fried chicken, fried catfish, French fires, WHY AM I STILL TALKING? My mother’s fried chicken is the best food you’ll ever eat!!!
scattered bit of flesh
sparkle beneath their soles
never knowing how soft it could be
only running away from
the truth behing their eyes
they were fried
I feel like out of the space. Nobody is here. I’m not here. I see some starts in a black space, but don’t know where is the line between me and them. How to find it?
Aira
chicken. potatoes. sunburn. I mostly think about food, everything is fried now. Unless….it is a person, then fried can be a sunburn. I guess it is the process of being burnt in a large amount of grease!
Amanda
Their skin was nearly fried. The sun beat upon them relentlessly as they continued their traversal. No color was identifiable except the white glare of the sun that engulfed their view, all around them and reflected from the sand.
The greasy fried butter was piled up on my plate. I stared in awe at the cholesterol filled fatness. Suddenly, my hands grasped the pile of grease and shoved the contents into my mouth. My heart stopped, literally.
I don’t know what is it mean, my language is not the English, I’m Saudi :)
Kareem
fried.past tense of the word fry,.fry is a traditional way of cooking where you put oil on the pan and let it be hot for few seconds and thats when you could put the main ingredient that you wish to be FRIED. fried.
joel binay
She was fried. She knew that she was fried. She knew that there was no hope, anymore, that she would be able to escape the chamber on her own; it was too late. She had refused her companions’ offers of help against the heat, and she was going to pay for it in a slow and painful death.
Christine had heard stories–horrifying ones. Supposedly, if you stayed in a Chamber long enough, then you would slowly cook from the inside, until you eventually exploded. The Chamber in their shuttle had been busted–someone needed to go in and fix it, and Jasper had been out of commission. Being the idiot that she always was, she went in without help.
I had to think on my feet. I was good at it. I was good of never getting caught off guard. I wasn’t about to go down with this bitch. It wasn’t in my cards. So I did what I did best and prepared myself against a fight with my shadow.
something I should never eat. never ever ever
it is so magically yummy and delicious however
he eats it all the time
i would bake it but the oil is calling me. i swear it is.
if i could fry my heart i would
because he would love it more. so much more. I swear.
I wish I were the oil sometimes.
So everything that I touched he would desire more and more just because I was around.
and I would be oh so magical to him.
i’m fried . I’m sick of it all. babys fried. eggs. we all are. whats next/ why is it this way? i feel so lonely and am not sure why. was i born this way? what’s next? tell me something is next? there’s gotta be more than just these fried eggs…
Emma
The sausage hit the pan and sizzled loudly, a hush of steam rising as they mixed with the onions. Dave didn’t look up from where he sat as Mark stirred the fried bits together. The heady scent of the onions browning rose in the air.
“That’s your plan? You want to fry an egg on the sidewalk in the middle of winter?”
“Well it’s different isn’t it? I just need a lot of heaters and heat lamps and then…”
“You’ll have a giant electric bill and a cold egg.”
The fall is great, the tress is moving, I ate a frog and fell down a well. How am I still alive? Where am I? No really, where am I? The other day i saw a ghost, he told me to fuck off.
i love fried chicken.although its not healthy but its very tasty.sometimes i feel fries in my brain when a boring person starts conversing with me on an even boring subject.fried, thus can be both good and bad. its like life its self .only over cooked.i sometinmes fry other people.
Fried.
The girl rubbed aloe vera cream over her raw, blistered skin, the cooling sensation of the cream quickly lost in the burning fire of her skin. Sighing, the girl surveyed her ruby complexion in the mirror. It was one of the perils of pale skin, the girl mused, always being fried whenever you step into the sunlight.
As I lay out in the sun, I try not to remind myself how long it’s been. It could’ve been days for all I know, but I will say that the burning feeling started to intensify as I was being superheated into my chair. However, I would not let this get me down for I need a tan so I may finally be the prettiest girl on the farm or at our prom, whichever mattered more.
the person who loves you above all things, even in your most desperate moment, they are there for you, even if you don’t want them there because you think you’ll going to srew it up ans they’ll hate you, tey don’t. so…
The pure thought and essence of him made me frazzled. It was like everything that I could possibly think of flooded into my mind whenever he was around. It was like my entire brain was fried – all because of him.
He fried that piece of her heart over and over again, until it was only ash and dust. And then she scattered those remains over the world so that she could love more deeply and widely than she ever had before.
My Grandmother made the very best fried chicken because she had to feed my Grandfather, their 10 children, the workers on their ranch and 2 orphans who were friends of the family. So, although they would rather eat steak they had to eat chicken twice a day. She also made biscuits three times a day because no one bought bread from the store back then. She is my hero. And the last days of her life, she was in a coma at age 84, whispering a list of work that needed to be done….wash the babies diapers, scrub the floors, cut the grapes…still working until the day she died. Love you Grandma!
I fried
I lied
I don’t think this will work
I don t smoke salmon my friend
Get that out of your mouth
Turd
She sat in the back of the library alone.Stacked next to her were piles of books. Human Anatomy, Medicine in the Modern Era, History of Medicine Abridged, the titles out numbered her own blood cells. She read page after page of text. Med school had always been the dream. She was one final exam from graduating. Her internship was secure, her diploma was signed, all she had to was pass the test in the morning. She recalled terms for hours but she could feel her self nodding off between the page numbers. She felt like she was on life support, brain dead, fried.
chicken. always makes me sick to my stomach.
Toby loves it and so last time he wanted it I made him go to a new restaurant to try it.
He wasn’t satisfied and I thought it was my fault.
Felt guilty and had a stomach ache because it was spicy
Fried chicken wafted in the air. Random squawks filled the silence impatiently waiting to die and get fried. Joey sat waiting for his meal wondering was it worth a chickens life for him to live?
{yesterday’s asthma and today’s fried}
the day is gray
and i’m just ash in your hair
try not to breathe
i might drown in your lungs
and stay there,
mostly quiet and unobtrusive,
and occasionally
reminding you of lit matches.
His chubby fingers dripped drops of sweat onto the pavement as he held his magnifying glass steadily over the ant. The concentration could not be broken by anything, until the bug had been sufficiently fried.
Robert woke up, already thinking about his breakfast. Fried egg. Nothing would be better to start that common day. What he didnt know was, that day would change his life forever.
Friends + School + Dreams + Grades + Hobbies + Family + Life = Fried
I ate all the fried food I could get my hands on or my mouth around at the Dane County fair. Chicken of course I have a thing for chickens.french fires, cheese curds. The ones from the Stoughton VFW are the best. I prefer the yellow ones. Only the yellow ones. The white ones don’t taste right. And they have to be small. I won’t eat the big ones, they lose the crunch too fast.
She awoke slowly with a groan which turned into a wail of agony as she tried to lift herself up into a sitting position. The wail turned into an angry scream as she noticed the white patch on her stomach where her book had protected a rectangle-shaped patch of skin…the rest was bright pink. Lobster pink.
Baked in the sun for a long long time and now beyond useless, it’s crunchy and faded, cracked or blackened, extremely thirsty.
the orange county fair is full of fried foods being carried around on food trucks, so the scent saturates the air completely. it’s a tad disgusting to me when I think about the actual food that is creating the aroma, but when I breath in that distinct perfume of sugar, starch, meat, fat, and alcohol, it makes me smile. I can’t help it. It brings me home.
My brain is almost fried.
Ibhave been thinking about one annoying problem all week.
I need to switch gears and focuson something else.
I don’t like having a fried brain.
Fish can really stink up a house. Fried foods are terrible but oh so tasty. Sometimes people reference themselves as fried…burnt out and over it. Crispy I would think I’d lose to
me brains are fried, soooo much organization, papers to write, people to love, uggg im taking a nap now! solidify again..de pressurization
After a night of drinking and inadequate sleep, I’m fried the next day. For the next day after a binge, I am in constant danger of falling asleep standing up, or saying/doing something that seems insane.
The most delicious adjective ever? Give her a think there once: fried chicken, fried catfish, French fires, WHY AM I STILL TALKING? My mother’s fried chicken is the best food you’ll ever eat!!!
scattered bit of flesh
sparkle beneath their soles
never knowing how soft it could be
only running away from
the truth behing their eyes
they were fried
crackled,
you are the chip crunching under my boot
forever trying to piece you back together
I feel like out of the space. Nobody is here. I’m not here. I see some starts in a black space, but don’t know where is the line between me and them. How to find it?
chicken. potatoes. sunburn. I mostly think about food, everything is fried now. Unless….it is a person, then fried can be a sunburn. I guess it is the process of being burnt in a large amount of grease!
Their skin was nearly fried. The sun beat upon them relentlessly as they continued their traversal. No color was identifiable except the white glare of the sun that engulfed their view, all around them and reflected from the sand.
Dude,t’s like we couldn’t move a muscle, because we were totally fried. It was awesome. The Tv, man. The TV. Pass me the Cheetos, dude.
The greasy fried butter was piled up on my plate. I stared in awe at the cholesterol filled fatness. Suddenly, my hands grasped the pile of grease and shoved the contents into my mouth. My heart stopped, literally.
I don’t know what is it mean, my language is not the English, I’m Saudi :)
fried.past tense of the word fry,.fry is a traditional way of cooking where you put oil on the pan and let it be hot for few seconds and thats when you could put the main ingredient that you wish to be FRIED. fried.
She was fried. She knew that she was fried. She knew that there was no hope, anymore, that she would be able to escape the chamber on her own; it was too late. She had refused her companions’ offers of help against the heat, and she was going to pay for it in a slow and painful death.
Christine had heard stories–horrifying ones. Supposedly, if you stayed in a Chamber long enough, then you would slowly cook from the inside, until you eventually exploded. The Chamber in their shuttle had been busted–someone needed to go in and fix it, and Jasper had been out of commission. Being the idiot that she always was, she went in without help.
And now she was going to die.
I had to think on my feet. I was good at it. I was good of never getting caught off guard. I wasn’t about to go down with this bitch. It wasn’t in my cards. So I did what I did best and prepared myself against a fight with my shadow.
something I should never eat. never ever ever
it is so magically yummy and delicious however
he eats it all the time
i would bake it but the oil is calling me. i swear it is.
if i could fry my heart i would
because he would love it more. so much more. I swear.
I wish I were the oil sometimes.
So everything that I touched he would desire more and more just because I was around.
and I would be oh so magical to him.
i’m fried . I’m sick of it all. babys fried. eggs. we all are. whats next/ why is it this way? i feel so lonely and am not sure why. was i born this way? what’s next? tell me something is next? there’s gotta be more than just these fried eggs…
The sausage hit the pan and sizzled loudly, a hush of steam rising as they mixed with the onions. Dave didn’t look up from where he sat as Mark stirred the fried bits together. The heady scent of the onions browning rose in the air.
“That’s your plan? You want to fry an egg on the sidewalk in the middle of winter?”
“Well it’s different isn’t it? I just need a lot of heaters and heat lamps and then…”
“You’ll have a giant electric bill and a cold egg.”
The fall is great, the tress is moving, I ate a frog and fell down a well. How am I still alive? Where am I? No really, where am I? The other day i saw a ghost, he told me to fuck off.