jangle jingle keys in my pocket. I want to throw them away, get rid of the doors in my house; just let in the fresh air! I don’t want to care about security. Let people in, let ’em bloody steal. I don’t have anything of value and I’m happy. I don’t need no keys.
Antonio Watson
Schl
Anonymous
Die SChl
Minze
Beth handed the keys to Adam and he literally jumped for joy. His own house. His very own house. he was so excited he wasn’t sure he should drve over there himseld.
‘Congratulations Adam, you drove a hard bargin, but you got it in the end. Well done’
She shook his hand and turned to leave the office.
‘Wait, Beth’. adam stopped her. She turned slowly, a smile creaping over her face.
‘Come and celebrate with me’ he asked, and pulled his wonky gorgeous smile at her. He wasn’t a client any longer, so why not she thought.
Hel
i jingled the keys
and fingered the edges
drawing blood accidentally
so vibrant and fluid
against the ugly metal
the contrast was unbearable
like births and funerals,
love and loss,
what is resting with
what just cannot be.
anna
i jingled the keys
and fingered the edges
drawing blood accidentally
so vibrant and fluid
against the ugly metal
the contrast was unbearable
like births and funerals,
love and loss,
what is resting with
what just cannot be.
Anna
I hang my keys on a nail by the door.
I just got back a key from her,
a key she had, but I don’t use anymore.
Rob
where are they oh shit still in my car I’m an idiot how can i be this stupid really
Anonymous
Keys. What? I don’t know. I had to write about keys today in Drama. We were discussing symbology. I couldn’t think of anything specific keys symbolise. I seemed to be the only one. Half my page was devoted to what keys could represent symbolically. Freedom. Truth. Answers. Revealing.
Jack
He madly patted down his pockets in search of his keys. This was a ritual he performed several times a day when the pressures of life squeezed his last nerve like a car door slamming his pinky finger.
gino
you hated me because you pushed me and I didn’t push back.You didn’t want to be a dominatrix,you wanted a man.You would have to pop a handfull of pills before you’d make love to me!I should hate you.I wonder why I don’t.
a false terl
i forgot my keys. they were in my shoes when i left the house. and i can’t believe i forgot my keys. all these keys that open doors, enter worlds unimaginable. i just can’t believe i lost those keys. ever since i was a little boy, i loved playing with keys. plastic keys, and even my parents keys. the ring of them. and the piano keys. i have fallen in love with even more. the sound of music still rings in my ears.
griffin
i forgot my keys. they were in my shoes when i left the house. and i can’t believe i forgot my keys. all these keys that open doors, enter worlds unimaginable. i just can’t believe i lost those keys. ever since i was a little boy, i loved playing with keys. plastic keys, and even my parents keys. the ring of them. and the piano keys. i have fallen in love with even more. the sound of music still rings in my ears.
griffin
i forgot my keys. they were in my shoes when i left the house. and i can’t believe i forgot my keys. all these keys that open doors, enter worlds unimaginable. i just con’t believe i lost those keys. ever since i was a little boy, i loved playing with keys. plastic keys, and even my parents keys. the ring of them. and the piano keys. i have fallen in love with even more. the sound of music still rings in my ears.
griffin
i’ve lost my keys again this morning. i had on my coat, my gloves, my umbrella was in hand, yet i could not find my damn keys. i checked in my clutch, in my schoolbag, in my bedroom, everywhere! but finally found them in the refrigerator!
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to unlock the soul to release the angst or lock away kept secrets storage lockers filled with filthy memories of past indiscretions of baseball cards and heirloom junk and jury and keys to unlock the pas the secrets the dust
saraya
They jingle as I turn the ignition and recline my seat. Twenty-two years and this is how they thank me? I wonder if anyone will cry at the service.
Tea
one word is enough to say all words in one group of letters. It will save your time and effort.
vineet sajwan
The keys to friendship are a simple C-Major triad. Keep it simple, keep it honest.
Perhaps then, people won’t leave.
Minikimii
there was this one time were I left my keys at my best friends house, one state away, she sent them to me and the next week when she visited me I had locked them inside my house.
savanah
I think about where I put my keys.I look in all the possible places: the closet, the fridge, cupboards….not there. I turn around to see a complete stranger there dangling them in my face.
Josiah Zodhiates
I’m frantically searching for my keys again. I do this every time I go home to my parents house–put my keys down when I get there and forget where they are. I think it’s a subliminal cry for help or some vestigial child trying to put me back in that space where I was a screw-up.
Leslie Cook
keys to the car, no, she spent the winter on the Keys, and the summers on Kelley’s Island. She’d never seen a hurricane except in a glass. It was time to go north. She packed her sandals and plastic parrot.
Pam Sweet
My keys are scary. I have a Russian monster, a zombie, and a disembodied rabbit’s foot on my keyring. Be afraid.
Anana
i left my keys in the car but then i just used a piano key and started the car played the radio and sang along in the key of f sharp but then alicia keys gave me a key lime pie oh my so fly in the sky is where i go you know got them keys fo sho!!! let me see yo ball sack
rachel rutledge
Keys, I’m typing with them right now. The little buttons that let me type this at all. Without keys we wouldn’t have locks or the internet, so I’d say keys are pretty f***ing important.
wiz0floyd
why is that when you lose your keys you look in the weirdest places for them? Ever look in the refrigerator for lost keys? I know I even looked in my kids crib.
ej
the most beautiful place in florida has to be the Florida Keys. Some of my fav. memories are vacations I spent there. The whole vibe is chill and although you are in florida it seems you are in a different world.
Jeannie
I left Vancouver at the beginning of January with 2 keys — that go to my storage locker. It’s February 9th, and I have almost 3 keyrings~! 4 keys for the office – a house key, mailbox and car key, and the storage locker keys! How quickly they multiply!!
Angelica Taggart
The key to my heart could be anything. But what it is is something I can’t solve on my own. I might need your help, or God’s, or the help of love. When I find it though, I will ask you to unlock it. When I find it, my life will be complete.
Kelli Maria Crawford
these little locks you put on my time are really starting to tick me off. Give me the keys to my life already! Let me do what I will with the 1440 sweet minutes you waste every day
Jag
She looks for the keys, they are missing. They aren’t in a drawer, they didn’t fall into the crack between the headboard and mattress, they’re not in the soap dish, they are gone. She wishes she had keys to take her away. Far away from here and the things she remembers to forget before she puts them in the ignition and drives until she can’t see her yesterday or her tomorrow.
Adrienne Skinner
I lost my car keys behind the dryer that night. I don’t know why they fell out of my pockets–well, that’s a lie. i do. My aquamarine skinny jeans came off and I guess the pockets and contents got thrown in a heap everywich way. His name was Jared, and he has silver blue eyes.
Katie Klotzbach
I lose them all the time…they are my lifeblood….I’m never outdoors without them. Where would I go? What would I do if I lost them – never to be found again? I have mine, moms, Mrs. Ella’s – all on separate key rings..my life …the people I take care of ….my life….my loves….the keys to them are on rings in my pocket…
anita Perdue
i see the keys sitting on the table, i reach towords them, but a long tunnle opens up. i reach and reach but i cannot seem to reach them, i start to breath hard and i can’t reach them, i have to get them to get out of the room, but i can’t get up im on the floor and im not strong enough i can’t get them in time, it’s to much i can’t see them too late it’s gone.
kimberlee mathews
Who holds the keys to my heart? The keys that would open the stone cold door and untie the intricate knot, warm it up and melt the ice. But a snowman dies when it melts, doesn’t it?
abc
keys are what i am using to type with. they are also on pianos. the skeleton key was a scary movie. keys have several different definitions. they are buttons and they unlock doors and play music. yay for
linder
the allow us to write whatever we like about whatever is on our mind. they allow us to communicate with others on computers. they allow us to show feelings, emotions, and other things. keys are also used to unlock things, solve riddles, you know haha
Rose Cowling
cold and rough and painful and dark and complicated and sad and too mechanic or machine and human and unnatural and wrong and un trustworthy and wrong
jangle jingle keys in my pocket. I want to throw them away, get rid of the doors in my house; just let in the fresh air! I don’t want to care about security. Let people in, let ’em bloody steal. I don’t have anything of value and I’m happy. I don’t need no keys.
Schl
Die SChl
Beth handed the keys to Adam and he literally jumped for joy. His own house. His very own house. he was so excited he wasn’t sure he should drve over there himseld.
‘Congratulations Adam, you drove a hard bargin, but you got it in the end. Well done’
She shook his hand and turned to leave the office.
‘Wait, Beth’. adam stopped her. She turned slowly, a smile creaping over her face.
‘Come and celebrate with me’ he asked, and pulled his wonky gorgeous smile at her. He wasn’t a client any longer, so why not she thought.
i jingled the keys
and fingered the edges
drawing blood accidentally
so vibrant and fluid
against the ugly metal
the contrast was unbearable
like births and funerals,
love and loss,
what is resting with
what just cannot be.
i jingled the keys
and fingered the edges
drawing blood accidentally
so vibrant and fluid
against the ugly metal
the contrast was unbearable
like births and funerals,
love and loss,
what is resting with
what just cannot be.
I hang my keys on a nail by the door.
I just got back a key from her,
a key she had, but I don’t use anymore.
where are they oh shit still in my car I’m an idiot how can i be this stupid really
Keys. What? I don’t know. I had to write about keys today in Drama. We were discussing symbology. I couldn’t think of anything specific keys symbolise. I seemed to be the only one. Half my page was devoted to what keys could represent symbolically. Freedom. Truth. Answers. Revealing.
He madly patted down his pockets in search of his keys. This was a ritual he performed several times a day when the pressures of life squeezed his last nerve like a car door slamming his pinky finger.
you hated me because you pushed me and I didn’t push back.You didn’t want to be a dominatrix,you wanted a man.You would have to pop a handfull of pills before you’d make love to me!I should hate you.I wonder why I don’t.
i forgot my keys. they were in my shoes when i left the house. and i can’t believe i forgot my keys. all these keys that open doors, enter worlds unimaginable. i just can’t believe i lost those keys. ever since i was a little boy, i loved playing with keys. plastic keys, and even my parents keys. the ring of them. and the piano keys. i have fallen in love with even more. the sound of music still rings in my ears.
i forgot my keys. they were in my shoes when i left the house. and i can’t believe i forgot my keys. all these keys that open doors, enter worlds unimaginable. i just can’t believe i lost those keys. ever since i was a little boy, i loved playing with keys. plastic keys, and even my parents keys. the ring of them. and the piano keys. i have fallen in love with even more. the sound of music still rings in my ears.
i forgot my keys. they were in my shoes when i left the house. and i can’t believe i forgot my keys. all these keys that open doors, enter worlds unimaginable. i just con’t believe i lost those keys. ever since i was a little boy, i loved playing with keys. plastic keys, and even my parents keys. the ring of them. and the piano keys. i have fallen in love with even more. the sound of music still rings in my ears.
i’ve lost my keys again this morning. i had on my coat, my gloves, my umbrella was in hand, yet i could not find my damn keys. i checked in my clutch, in my schoolbag, in my bedroom, everywhere! but finally found them in the refrigerator!
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to unlock the soul to release the angst or lock away kept secrets storage lockers filled with filthy memories of past indiscretions of baseball cards and heirloom junk and jury and keys to unlock the pas the secrets the dust
They jingle as I turn the ignition and recline my seat. Twenty-two years and this is how they thank me? I wonder if anyone will cry at the service.
one word is enough to say all words in one group of letters. It will save your time and effort.
The keys to friendship are a simple C-Major triad. Keep it simple, keep it honest.
Perhaps then, people won’t leave.
there was this one time were I left my keys at my best friends house, one state away, she sent them to me and the next week when she visited me I had locked them inside my house.
I think about where I put my keys.I look in all the possible places: the closet, the fridge, cupboards….not there. I turn around to see a complete stranger there dangling them in my face.
I’m frantically searching for my keys again. I do this every time I go home to my parents house–put my keys down when I get there and forget where they are. I think it’s a subliminal cry for help or some vestigial child trying to put me back in that space where I was a screw-up.
keys to the car, no, she spent the winter on the Keys, and the summers on Kelley’s Island. She’d never seen a hurricane except in a glass. It was time to go north. She packed her sandals and plastic parrot.
My keys are scary. I have a Russian monster, a zombie, and a disembodied rabbit’s foot on my keyring. Be afraid.
i left my keys in the car but then i just used a piano key and started the car played the radio and sang along in the key of f sharp but then alicia keys gave me a key lime pie oh my so fly in the sky is where i go you know got them keys fo sho!!! let me see yo ball sack
Keys, I’m typing with them right now. The little buttons that let me type this at all. Without keys we wouldn’t have locks or the internet, so I’d say keys are pretty f***ing important.
why is that when you lose your keys you look in the weirdest places for them? Ever look in the refrigerator for lost keys? I know I even looked in my kids crib.
the most beautiful place in florida has to be the Florida Keys. Some of my fav. memories are vacations I spent there. The whole vibe is chill and although you are in florida it seems you are in a different world.
I left Vancouver at the beginning of January with 2 keys — that go to my storage locker. It’s February 9th, and I have almost 3 keyrings~! 4 keys for the office – a house key, mailbox and car key, and the storage locker keys! How quickly they multiply!!
The key to my heart could be anything. But what it is is something I can’t solve on my own. I might need your help, or God’s, or the help of love. When I find it though, I will ask you to unlock it. When I find it, my life will be complete.
these little locks you put on my time are really starting to tick me off. Give me the keys to my life already! Let me do what I will with the 1440 sweet minutes you waste every day
She looks for the keys, they are missing. They aren’t in a drawer, they didn’t fall into the crack between the headboard and mattress, they’re not in the soap dish, they are gone. She wishes she had keys to take her away. Far away from here and the things she remembers to forget before she puts them in the ignition and drives until she can’t see her yesterday or her tomorrow.
I lost my car keys behind the dryer that night. I don’t know why they fell out of my pockets–well, that’s a lie. i do. My aquamarine skinny jeans came off and I guess the pockets and contents got thrown in a heap everywich way. His name was Jared, and he has silver blue eyes.
I lose them all the time…they are my lifeblood….I’m never outdoors without them. Where would I go? What would I do if I lost them – never to be found again? I have mine, moms, Mrs. Ella’s – all on separate key rings..my life …the people I take care of ….my life….my loves….the keys to them are on rings in my pocket…
i see the keys sitting on the table, i reach towords them, but a long tunnle opens up. i reach and reach but i cannot seem to reach them, i start to breath hard and i can’t reach them, i have to get them to get out of the room, but i can’t get up im on the floor and im not strong enough i can’t get them in time, it’s to much i can’t see them too late it’s gone.
Who holds the keys to my heart? The keys that would open the stone cold door and untie the intricate knot, warm it up and melt the ice. But a snowman dies when it melts, doesn’t it?
keys are what i am using to type with. they are also on pianos. the skeleton key was a scary movie. keys have several different definitions. they are buttons and they unlock doors and play music. yay for
the allow us to write whatever we like about whatever is on our mind. they allow us to communicate with others on computers. they allow us to show feelings, emotions, and other things. keys are also used to unlock things, solve riddles, you know haha
cold and rough and painful and dark and complicated and sad and too mechanic or machine and human and unnatural and wrong and un trustworthy and wrong