..if it starts to stall,you got to gun the engine,he said to me.well,it was better than no transportation at all…
a false terl
He ran like heck when the gun went off, did not know where it was he was going. He just knew he had to get out of the smothering swamp of an environment before he went stark raving mad. Again.
annie
Dont just shoot, think, look, love. It isnt so hard to throw it away or is it? You can be better than anyone if you can be worse than you want onthers to be. Like a f
Desmodus
Yesterday I was looking through radio stations and I stumbled upon a country song, a man was singing about the war in Iraq and Afghanistan. He was saying, “Have you forgotten?”, speaking about the attacks on our country and justifying the war.
I don’t understand. If we keep killing each other, we’ll all just be dead. I cannot forget what those dead people looked like. I want to. And I don’t want to responsible for that type of memory in anyone else’s mind, even if they are halfway across the planet.
chris
guns are just plain bad. guns don’t kill people, people kill people, with guns!
guns are much more accepted in the US, but its even so in my country – India. Its just not shown off like a lot of the rednecks do in the US.
Anurag
I don’t like guns. They make me uneasy when they are near me. I always think, if someone were absolutely out of their mind right now they could just grab it and shoot anyone they want to in this room and kill them. That thought of something so powerful in my presence that it could take a life scares me! I don’t like guns.
Christine
Guns are dangerous weapons, they take millions of lives. They are used for protection too. I don’t like guns, they scare me, I have never held a gun and don’t plan on ever owning a gun.
Ash
i have guns. we have guns. we are comfortable being around guns because we have our whole life. we know how to safely operate a gun. i shoot clay pigeons. guns are loud. guns can be beautiful. i wish to own a pair of dueling pistols some day. some dueling pistols exhibit wonderful craftsmanship.
kathy
guns should be there for the saftey of the american people. the government is bound to that by the 2nd amendment. guns are to keep us safe from our governmnte not from society as a whole hat the way the fore fathers wanted it.
hmerrill13
I saw it in my face
Gloomy tunnel
What fate is this?
You kidding me?
Well at least I remembered
To pay my rent!
Take that!
Wish I had one now…
kevin McCormick
guns hurt!
cosefin
I pointed it at his face. He spun around, stunned at the movement. I pulled the trigger, actionless, without words. I felt it pulse, work, felt the mechanisms go. I never looked back since. Never felt the burden.
Sean
The gun sat omniously on the table. The fate of the world sat in the barrel. Carefully, the woman picked the gun up. She stared out of the window into the setting sun, the red glare like fire in her eyes. She shook her head and ended the world.
K. Culkin
Bang isn’t that just nice it was today, wasn’t it? That there dog laughed and laughed then it wnet goodbye. Time to go. No one here anymore and my mom is gone.
gunning the car engine was a big mistake that day. I ended up stranded in the middle of nowhere with a blown head gasket. At that point I wished I’d not been so hasty and thought I was so cool
Elizabeth Munroz
the gun was still warm in his hands. he could not look away from the scene.
ceren
he took the gun
ceren
Shoot. Shoot. Shoot to kill. I somehow enjoy this. Killing this bastards, as they pray for mercy. No mercy for you, maybe just a little rape. Search aaaand… Seek and destroy!
tektonic
gun is what is forbidden in the USA on the moral idea, that a a dead girl in a dark alley is a better alternative to a girl explaining a homeless
with a bullet in his arm.
tektonic
I stared down the nozzle. I was so close to it that I could smell the tang of gunpowder, see the misty tendrils of smoke wafting out of the tunnel from the last shot. I could see the rubbery, pudgy pink finger tighten around the end of my lift, the area around the nail going a dirty white with pressure. The trigger slid inwards, inwards, and then, there was the sound of death.
Bronte
She leveled the Beretta at him. Nothing said, just pointing the barrel. Tyrell backed up. “what are you doing Gwen?” His face was calm, though his tone was not.
Trebez
they like to go off randomly and shoot people in the face when they’re least expecting it. no one will ever know how to control it properly as it gives one person too much fucking power. get off your high horse and get a gun. shoot your pillow, not your friends. there’s no need for greed. get down get down get on down with some ammo mama jamma!
dari
I didn’t do “it” in February. So here goes:
Haiku desu:
You’ve been born as one
You forswear knowledge for fun
You’re an idiot
Shi, Nihon-go ni:
Anata wa naru kara imashita
Soshite, itsumo imashoo
Baka-na gokibiru imasu
The-Apoth.
Guns are cool.
Sandro
gun,heavy
gun, cold
trigger, heavy
trigger, cold
don’t pull it
don’t know if
its loaded
its heavy
its cold
trigger heavy
gun
burden
let go
too heavy and cold
gun
April
Guns are scary. Guns are unnecessary and only cause more pain and fear to the world. I believe that it’s a way to make people feel more powerful. I’m afraid if I were to ever use one, it would backfire. I hate the piercing noise it makes when it’s triggered.
Emmanuel Coloma
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The gun looked real in his hand. Solid. But I knew it wasn’t. It was just an illusion. A figment of his imagination, just like the wallet I handed over to him was a figment of mine. It looked real, it felt real but it wasn’t. We were just ghosts recreating the events of our death.
Doug McIntire
His heartbeat quickens. His breath deepens. And he smiles as his hand wraps around the steel end of the gun.
“What are you doing?!” Mary yells. Ten long years of trust and friendship vanish from her eyes, to be replaced with a fearful surprise.
And he grins a feral grin, and imagines blood staining her shirt, and limp hands falling and lifeless eyes staring up at the stormy sky.
The first drops fall as he pulls the trigger.
Guess Who
“Seriously, pal, threatening me with a gun is about as ridiculous as a blade of grass threatening a lawn mower.” He opened his overcoat to reveal explosives that…
Janet
thegun was taken out of its holster slowly. he revolved it around his finger. there was no danger of him using it. it was empty at least that’s what he thought when he laughingly rested it on his forehead and pulled the trigger. Bang! he was damned.
Shannon
I want to shoot you with a gun. Leave me alone. Just go away or I think I might crack. Ugh. Finally you’re gone. Now I can get back to relaxing. You think talking to me about stress makes me less stressed? It makes me really stressed. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Gosh. Just leave me alone.
s
Vengeance fell in love with guns when her father taught her to shoot.
“Here, James,” he said. “Steady in your hands.”
They’d go out and shoot at targets. She always loved it. They had a little target practice they’d go to and he showed her how to do it. Her mother didn’t approve, said girls should have better hobbies. She thought it was exhilarating, and the feeling never left her, whenever she clutched a pistol in her hands.
Sock
i got this word. i don’t like it. i don’t really have a reason not to. right to bear arms right? guns don’ kill people, people kill people. but without the gun, the person wouldn’t have been shot. i don’t know where the logic is with that. nor do i really care. but i don’t particularly enjoy that word on its own. even if it is in pink.
joy
shoot
kassy
hurt. pain. violence, too much of it. right to bear arms. suicide, suicide, suicide. pull the trigger. russian roulette with one’s life. power. killing. satisfaction. guilt. death. hatred. love?
leen
He held the gun as one would a lovers hand. He caressed its trigger and placed its barrel gently, almost lovingly,against his temple. The policeman smashed his way into the locked room gun at the ready. Gunfire filled the air.
Aj
By: The-Apotheo
How I wish the world didn’t need the GUN,
But since they are here- Let’s all have one.
So, when the bad guys shoot and think it fun
The best of us can shoot back as they run.
A single well-aimed bullet and they’re done,
those cold-blooded killing, selfish bums.
Then gangs disband and your daughters and sons
Can live with less risk and see more “rising” suns.
The United States
Without Caucasians with GUNs
Land of Red People
(I personally apologize to First Nations/Red-mankind for the greed and cruelty of the U.S. and European-American invaders and occupiers, both past and present, and for the role of the buffalo soldiers, and for the natives that could not push old grudges aside to unite against the new great threat of centuries ago. Truly this land IS YOUR land. The rest just live here.) To Washington: It’s long time for your official apologies! For shame.)
..if it starts to stall,you got to gun the engine,he said to me.well,it was better than no transportation at all…
He ran like heck when the gun went off, did not know where it was he was going. He just knew he had to get out of the smothering swamp of an environment before he went stark raving mad. Again.
Dont just shoot, think, look, love. It isnt so hard to throw it away or is it? You can be better than anyone if you can be worse than you want onthers to be. Like a f
Yesterday I was looking through radio stations and I stumbled upon a country song, a man was singing about the war in Iraq and Afghanistan. He was saying, “Have you forgotten?”, speaking about the attacks on our country and justifying the war.
I don’t understand. If we keep killing each other, we’ll all just be dead. I cannot forget what those dead people looked like. I want to. And I don’t want to responsible for that type of memory in anyone else’s mind, even if they are halfway across the planet.
guns are just plain bad. guns don’t kill people, people kill people, with guns!
guns are much more accepted in the US, but its even so in my country – India. Its just not shown off like a lot of the rednecks do in the US.
I don’t like guns. They make me uneasy when they are near me. I always think, if someone were absolutely out of their mind right now they could just grab it and shoot anyone they want to in this room and kill them. That thought of something so powerful in my presence that it could take a life scares me! I don’t like guns.
Guns are dangerous weapons, they take millions of lives. They are used for protection too. I don’t like guns, they scare me, I have never held a gun and don’t plan on ever owning a gun.
i have guns. we have guns. we are comfortable being around guns because we have our whole life. we know how to safely operate a gun. i shoot clay pigeons. guns are loud. guns can be beautiful. i wish to own a pair of dueling pistols some day. some dueling pistols exhibit wonderful craftsmanship.
guns should be there for the saftey of the american people. the government is bound to that by the 2nd amendment. guns are to keep us safe from our governmnte not from society as a whole hat the way the fore fathers wanted it.
I saw it in my face
Gloomy tunnel
What fate is this?
You kidding me?
Well at least I remembered
To pay my rent!
Take that!
Wish I had one now…
guns hurt!
I pointed it at his face. He spun around, stunned at the movement. I pulled the trigger, actionless, without words. I felt it pulse, work, felt the mechanisms go. I never looked back since. Never felt the burden.
The gun sat omniously on the table. The fate of the world sat in the barrel. Carefully, the woman picked the gun up. She stared out of the window into the setting sun, the red glare like fire in her eyes. She shook her head and ended the world.
Bang isn’t that just nice it was today, wasn’t it? That there dog laughed and laughed then it wnet goodbye. Time to go. No one here anymore and my mom is gone.
Small people shoot big people. In the crotch.
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gunning the car engine was a big mistake that day. I ended up stranded in the middle of nowhere with a blown head gasket. At that point I wished I’d not been so hasty and thought I was so cool
the gun was still warm in his hands. he could not look away from the scene.
he took the gun
Shoot. Shoot. Shoot to kill. I somehow enjoy this. Killing this bastards, as they pray for mercy. No mercy for you, maybe just a little rape. Search aaaand… Seek and destroy!
gun is what is forbidden in the USA on the moral idea, that a a dead girl in a dark alley is a better alternative to a girl explaining a homeless
with a bullet in his arm.
I stared down the nozzle. I was so close to it that I could smell the tang of gunpowder, see the misty tendrils of smoke wafting out of the tunnel from the last shot. I could see the rubbery, pudgy pink finger tighten around the end of my lift, the area around the nail going a dirty white with pressure. The trigger slid inwards, inwards, and then, there was the sound of death.
She leveled the Beretta at him. Nothing said, just pointing the barrel. Tyrell backed up. “what are you doing Gwen?” His face was calm, though his tone was not.
they like to go off randomly and shoot people in the face when they’re least expecting it. no one will ever know how to control it properly as it gives one person too much fucking power. get off your high horse and get a gun. shoot your pillow, not your friends. there’s no need for greed. get down get down get on down with some ammo mama jamma!
I didn’t do “it” in February. So here goes:
Haiku desu:
You’ve been born as one
You forswear knowledge for fun
You’re an idiot
Shi, Nihon-go ni:
Anata wa naru kara imashita
Soshite, itsumo imashoo
Baka-na gokibiru imasu
Guns are cool.
gun,heavy
gun, cold
trigger, heavy
trigger, cold
don’t pull it
don’t know if
its loaded
its heavy
its cold
trigger heavy
gun
burden
let go
too heavy and cold
gun
Guns are scary. Guns are unnecessary and only cause more pain and fear to the world. I believe that it’s a way to make people feel more powerful. I’m afraid if I were to ever use one, it would backfire. I hate the piercing noise it makes when it’s triggered.
sdfasdf
The gun looked real in his hand. Solid. But I knew it wasn’t. It was just an illusion. A figment of his imagination, just like the wallet I handed over to him was a figment of mine. It looked real, it felt real but it wasn’t. We were just ghosts recreating the events of our death.
His heartbeat quickens. His breath deepens. And he smiles as his hand wraps around the steel end of the gun.
“What are you doing?!” Mary yells. Ten long years of trust and friendship vanish from her eyes, to be replaced with a fearful surprise.
And he grins a feral grin, and imagines blood staining her shirt, and limp hands falling and lifeless eyes staring up at the stormy sky.
The first drops fall as he pulls the trigger.
“Seriously, pal, threatening me with a gun is about as ridiculous as a blade of grass threatening a lawn mower.” He opened his overcoat to reveal explosives that…
thegun was taken out of its holster slowly. he revolved it around his finger. there was no danger of him using it. it was empty at least that’s what he thought when he laughingly rested it on his forehead and pulled the trigger. Bang! he was damned.
I want to shoot you with a gun. Leave me alone. Just go away or I think I might crack. Ugh. Finally you’re gone. Now I can get back to relaxing. You think talking to me about stress makes me less stressed? It makes me really stressed. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Gosh. Just leave me alone.
Vengeance fell in love with guns when her father taught her to shoot.
“Here, James,” he said. “Steady in your hands.”
They’d go out and shoot at targets. She always loved it. They had a little target practice they’d go to and he showed her how to do it. Her mother didn’t approve, said girls should have better hobbies. She thought it was exhilarating, and the feeling never left her, whenever she clutched a pistol in her hands.
i got this word. i don’t like it. i don’t really have a reason not to. right to bear arms right? guns don’ kill people, people kill people. but without the gun, the person wouldn’t have been shot. i don’t know where the logic is with that. nor do i really care. but i don’t particularly enjoy that word on its own. even if it is in pink.
shoot
hurt. pain. violence, too much of it. right to bear arms. suicide, suicide, suicide. pull the trigger. russian roulette with one’s life. power. killing. satisfaction. guilt. death. hatred. love?
He held the gun as one would a lovers hand. He caressed its trigger and placed its barrel gently, almost lovingly,against his temple. The policeman smashed his way into the locked room gun at the ready. Gunfire filled the air.
By: The-Apotheo
How I wish the world didn’t need the GUN,
But since they are here- Let’s all have one.
So, when the bad guys shoot and think it fun
The best of us can shoot back as they run.
A single well-aimed bullet and they’re done,
those cold-blooded killing, selfish bums.
Then gangs disband and your daughters and sons
Can live with less risk and see more “rising” suns.
The United States
Without Caucasians with GUNs
Land of Red People
(I personally apologize to First Nations/Red-mankind for the greed and cruelty of the U.S. and European-American invaders and occupiers, both past and present, and for the role of the buffalo soldiers, and for the natives that could not push old grudges aside to unite against the new great threat of centuries ago. Truly this land IS YOUR land. The rest just live here.) To Washington: It’s long time for your official apologies! For shame.)