The needle stuck into my arm, even as I tried to shake away. I was strapped down. How did I get here and what was I injected with? The room began spinning and I was thinking thoughts I never had before. How do I survive with such horrible people?
Bailey Van Hoe
In the mountains they approached they could see the solitary stack with the lichens tumbling down its sides like water — insects budded aroung their necks == yes biting insects but so far for the mucous fruits of the gardens and cocktail pools they had abandoned to take this ascent
Looking, looking, looking. There must be a place in the universe stuff drifts to when you can’t find it. Car keys, change, credit cards, driver’s license, the stuff you need when you need it. But somehow I can always find a needle when it’s lost…when I step on it.
Like thousand needles were stabbing her, pinching her, poking her, she cried from the pain he had caused her. He didn’t break her heart, just ribbed it apart with thousand of needles.
Insidious. Ouch! The relationship between two people revealed as the needle hovers – vaccine – helpful or harmful? The mother pats and rocks the child as it nears – the child screams and screams again. The child pushes the hand away – I don’t need you’re help! I’m not like you!
Sophie
With needle and thread she created little wonders – dresses, skirts, blouses. All very well made and extraordinary. It was meditative, and she loved her works. The seamstress.
needle, i think of heroin and sewing. dont exactly go together. maybe it does for some people. do some heroin and sew. could be relaxing. or impossible. junkies probably arent good at crochet or needlepoint either. lotta patience, but no motor skills.
matt
Funny thing.
Tonight we talked about it, and I never thought much of it.
Never thought much of him, honestly.
Still don’t, honestly.
Honestly.
But there’s something about a couple of PBR and a couple of hours after midnight, talking about all the things in the world with sharp enough edges to cut–needles and scissors; lies and whole truths.
Forgive me if I’ve slighted you, my almost-friend.
Forgive me, for these sins won’t ever seem to end.
Honestly.
into my arm. the flood replenishes. i think requiem. what a terrible movie. saave lives you savvy needle. she knows how to use them. nursing. shes goes to school there. cadavears and life saving is on her mind always. she would make an incredible girlfireied. girlfriends. got messed up there. my grandma thinks i would never take ccare of her when the timne came but i said this girl would. she would make a great wife. the cadavers and all. she knows how to handle them. shw knows how to handel needdels. she knows how to replenish. she knows my arm. my arm. the needle. go pack go.
jjack
“Don’t even think about shooting up John” and she meant it. This time she’d go and be gone for good. No more ‘I love yous’ and ‘I try harders’. Not this time.
Seems inevitable somehow..Something thats just bound to happen. The mystery draws me in…Almost every thing else is said and done but ive never felt the bittersweet nauseating utopian feeling of the needle…I dont want it..But it seems inevitable and that makes me so sad
there’s no needle in the stack, there’s no needle to help sew my blue jeans together. but wait, that needle is busy jabbing my vein. it is better than anything else. but, wait and i’m not a heroin junkie. needle, you small insensible needle, you kill me.
anila
The needle in the cradle comes from the needle in his brain, he thinks it is only a glitch in the way he thinks, but he finds out later that it is not true. The needle in his brain can only be removed by his sole imagination
Kelly
Fabric requires thread
Thread requires a needle
A soul creates a future
The future begins with a direction.
SheriAnn
Oh, the needle. Stitching, stitching, stitching.Right through my heart. Sew the raw and open wounds left festring from a lover past. And men me into a new model. A new person. Shape my heart into a box. Into a cyliynder. Into a pyrimid. For I am ready for a change.
Yami
needles hurt, but it is also used for sewing and making my favourite things like clothes and shoes. needles can also help you when you’ve got splinters or something like i used to have a lot when i was young. (:
Melissa
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iustin
I’m a tailor. Needles are what I work with. I study now, therefore I don’t have the time to sew as much as I want. I actually do miss needles, threads and fabric. The hard, cold touch of needles is strangely comforting to me.
Sydney Blake
A needle in a haystack. Sometimes that is what we think about true love. It seems unattainable and out of reach. And yet, like a needle in a haystack, it is there waiting for us to be willing to dive in, risk and take a chance.
Lindsey van Niekerk
We started, we stopped. You used to tell me that it made you love me more, and now you stare at my scars with despair and horror. I thought this was what you wanted. Now all you want is to have nothing to do with me.
needles remind me of drugs. they remind me of the people who shoot themselves every day with heroin. they remind me of death. they take lives. yet they give others a chance at life..for they care used in vaccines. needles take life away. needles are both good and bad. i however, cannot stand them.
danabb
the needle pushes through the silk with the determination of a flower budding on the newly thawed dirt of a mountain, ready to leave a flash of color from a thread that brings life to the fabric.
Sarah
Sow a needle in a thread. La, a note to follow sow. Te, a drink with jam and bread. And this brings us back to Do Ray Me Sow La Te.
zeMish
I’m in a need of a needle.
daniela
I dislike needles. Actually no I really don’t. I kind of like watching my blood go through the tubes when I give blood. So actually that first statement was a lie.. Sorry about that. But back to needles.. they usually hurt at first but then they aren’t so bad.
The needle in the haystack was going to be impossible to find. I just knew that even if I did attempt the daunting feat of digging through mounds and mounds of cut hay and wheat and barley, that I would never ever come upon that one little needle.
I am but a friend on the end of time yet here I stand so brittle and unwind the steps that I shall take to make this fall from grace I fear that thee will never see what it is truly like to be me do not fear and do not dance because I am a wonderstrous creature filled with such harmony and what it is to truly be free and far from the end that will never go I am here and I am through.
Dylan
I don’t like needles. Never have. I always hated the doctor as a kid because I was afraid they’d give me a shot. My parents had to drag me in. funny how I grew ended up using needles myself. Sewing, cutting, peircing. It’s interesting the way things change sometimes.
I like pain. Pain reminds me that I am alive. Sometimes I search and create ways to remind myself that I am alive and then I realize I have sabotaged myself. Like a needle in a haystack. I search my own soul for the reason that I keep returning over and over again to the same pain.
shannon symonds
in my arm
in a haystack
tangled
mandy moore
heroin addiction
shooting up
dress maker
The needle pushed past the barrier that was skin, and travelled it’s way into the flesh that was beneath. I froze as the pricking traveled it’s way to my head. It hurt, but was not the as painful as I thought it would be. I have always been scared of needles, always afraid to get sick lest I might need an injection.
He took the needle and threw it in the haystack. It was the literal example of the illogical cliche. Who even has a haystack lying around? Why would you ever really throw a needle into it? I guess we’ll never find it.
Lauren
its sharp. pointy. straight-edged. so bold, strong. yet so small and fragile. can sew, weave into many things. such a small tool. taken for granted
Whitney Klein
needles in haystacks are difficult to find. Needles are difficult in skin. Sew up some pants or a shirt or a hat. I live by the space needle. It pokes space.
DTF
My name is Needle and I am a hammock. No, I do not come from Mexico, but somewhere along the coast of Ohio. A lot of astronaut come form Ohio. My friend Erik Gustafson goes to school there, but he is not an astronaut. He is someones braces.
myspace.com/vanishedtheband
Needle. It implies a type of need, and then I guess you could say that it kind of has a sharp tone to it. Knee-Del. Get it? I kneed a Del. Or a Dell. But i like Dells. Thats all I got
Jack
Every time I get out my needle-work, I think about how much time I’m wasting. I sit here in this chair, just waiting for time to pass me by. Is this how I’m passing time?
Hayley
There is a needle in a hay stack. A cat on the stack bed Bed BED! Heart attack and a backpack! Space neeeeedle. cant flip it if you tip it! Never the less peterpanwithoutspaces. WHo doesn’t stall? Neeble nurbo turbo.
Eric
a needle in a haystack
but which do you value? burn the hay; sift the ashes. you will find your needle. but what of the fire?
The needle stuck into my arm, even as I tried to shake away. I was strapped down. How did I get here and what was I injected with? The room began spinning and I was thinking thoughts I never had before. How do I survive with such horrible people?
In the mountains they approached they could see the solitary stack with the lichens tumbling down its sides like water — insects budded aroung their necks == yes biting insects but so far for the mucous fruits of the gardens and cocktail pools they had abandoned to take this ascent
Looking, looking, looking. There must be a place in the universe stuff drifts to when you can’t find it. Car keys, change, credit cards, driver’s license, the stuff you need when you need it. But somehow I can always find a needle when it’s lost…when I step on it.
Like thousand needles were stabbing her, pinching her, poking her, she cried from the pain he had caused her. He didn’t break her heart, just ribbed it apart with thousand of needles.
Insidious. Ouch! The relationship between two people revealed as the needle hovers – vaccine – helpful or harmful? The mother pats and rocks the child as it nears – the child screams and screams again. The child pushes the hand away – I don’t need you’re help! I’m not like you!
With needle and thread she created little wonders – dresses, skirts, blouses. All very well made and extraordinary. It was meditative, and she loved her works. The seamstress.
needle, i think of heroin and sewing. dont exactly go together. maybe it does for some people. do some heroin and sew. could be relaxing. or impossible. junkies probably arent good at crochet or needlepoint either. lotta patience, but no motor skills.
Funny thing.
Tonight we talked about it, and I never thought much of it.
Never thought much of him, honestly.
Still don’t, honestly.
Honestly.
But there’s something about a couple of PBR and a couple of hours after midnight, talking about all the things in the world with sharp enough edges to cut–needles and scissors; lies and whole truths.
Forgive me if I’ve slighted you, my almost-friend.
Forgive me, for these sins won’t ever seem to end.
Honestly.
into my arm. the flood replenishes. i think requiem. what a terrible movie. saave lives you savvy needle. she knows how to use them. nursing. shes goes to school there. cadavears and life saving is on her mind always. she would make an incredible girlfireied. girlfriends. got messed up there. my grandma thinks i would never take ccare of her when the timne came but i said this girl would. she would make a great wife. the cadavers and all. she knows how to handle them. shw knows how to handel needdels. she knows how to replenish. she knows my arm. my arm. the needle. go pack go.
“Don’t even think about shooting up John” and she meant it. This time she’d go and be gone for good. No more ‘I love yous’ and ‘I try harders’. Not this time.
Seems inevitable somehow..Something thats just bound to happen. The mystery draws me in…Almost every thing else is said and done but ive never felt the bittersweet nauseating utopian feeling of the needle…I dont want it..But it seems inevitable and that makes me so sad
there’s no needle in the stack, there’s no needle to help sew my blue jeans together. but wait, that needle is busy jabbing my vein. it is better than anything else. but, wait and i’m not a heroin junkie. needle, you small insensible needle, you kill me.
The needle in the cradle comes from the needle in his brain, he thinks it is only a glitch in the way he thinks, but he finds out later that it is not true. The needle in his brain can only be removed by his sole imagination
Fabric requires thread
Thread requires a needle
A soul creates a future
The future begins with a direction.
Oh, the needle. Stitching, stitching, stitching.Right through my heart. Sew the raw and open wounds left festring from a lover past. And men me into a new model. A new person. Shape my heart into a box. Into a cyliynder. Into a pyrimid. For I am ready for a change.
needles hurt, but it is also used for sewing and making my favourite things like clothes and shoes. needles can also help you when you’ve got splinters or something like i used to have a lot when i was young. (:
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I’m a tailor. Needles are what I work with. I study now, therefore I don’t have the time to sew as much as I want. I actually do miss needles, threads and fabric. The hard, cold touch of needles is strangely comforting to me.
A needle in a haystack. Sometimes that is what we think about true love. It seems unattainable and out of reach. And yet, like a needle in a haystack, it is there waiting for us to be willing to dive in, risk and take a chance.
We started, we stopped. You used to tell me that it made you love me more, and now you stare at my scars with despair and horror. I thought this was what you wanted. Now all you want is to have nothing to do with me.
needles remind me of drugs. they remind me of the people who shoot themselves every day with heroin. they remind me of death. they take lives. yet they give others a chance at life..for they care used in vaccines. needles take life away. needles are both good and bad. i however, cannot stand them.
the needle pushes through the silk with the determination of a flower budding on the newly thawed dirt of a mountain, ready to leave a flash of color from a thread that brings life to the fabric.
Sow a needle in a thread. La, a note to follow sow. Te, a drink with jam and bread. And this brings us back to Do Ray Me Sow La Te.
I’m in a need of a needle.
I dislike needles. Actually no I really don’t. I kind of like watching my blood go through the tubes when I give blood. So actually that first statement was a lie.. Sorry about that. But back to needles.. they usually hurt at first but then they aren’t so bad.
The needle in the haystack was going to be impossible to find. I just knew that even if I did attempt the daunting feat of digging through mounds and mounds of cut hay and wheat and barley, that I would never ever come upon that one little needle.
I am but a friend on the end of time yet here I stand so brittle and unwind the steps that I shall take to make this fall from grace I fear that thee will never see what it is truly like to be me do not fear and do not dance because I am a wonderstrous creature filled with such harmony and what it is to truly be free and far from the end that will never go I am here and I am through.
I don’t like needles. Never have. I always hated the doctor as a kid because I was afraid they’d give me a shot. My parents had to drag me in. funny how I grew ended up using needles myself. Sewing, cutting, peircing. It’s interesting the way things change sometimes.
I like pain. Pain reminds me that I am alive. Sometimes I search and create ways to remind myself that I am alive and then I realize I have sabotaged myself. Like a needle in a haystack. I search my own soul for the reason that I keep returning over and over again to the same pain.
in my arm
in a haystack
tangled
mandy moore
heroin addiction
shooting up
dress maker
The needle pushed past the barrier that was skin, and travelled it’s way into the flesh that was beneath. I froze as the pricking traveled it’s way to my head. It hurt, but was not the as painful as I thought it would be. I have always been scared of needles, always afraid to get sick lest I might need an injection.
He took the needle and threw it in the haystack. It was the literal example of the illogical cliche. Who even has a haystack lying around? Why would you ever really throw a needle into it? I guess we’ll never find it.
its sharp. pointy. straight-edged. so bold, strong. yet so small and fragile. can sew, weave into many things. such a small tool. taken for granted
needles in haystacks are difficult to find. Needles are difficult in skin. Sew up some pants or a shirt or a hat. I live by the space needle. It pokes space.
My name is Needle and I am a hammock. No, I do not come from Mexico, but somewhere along the coast of Ohio. A lot of astronaut come form Ohio. My friend Erik Gustafson goes to school there, but he is not an astronaut. He is someones braces.
Needle. It implies a type of need, and then I guess you could say that it kind of has a sharp tone to it. Knee-Del. Get it? I kneed a Del. Or a Dell. But i like Dells. Thats all I got
Every time I get out my needle-work, I think about how much time I’m wasting. I sit here in this chair, just waiting for time to pass me by. Is this how I’m passing time?
There is a needle in a hay stack. A cat on the stack bed Bed BED! Heart attack and a backpack! Space neeeeedle. cant flip it if you tip it! Never the less peterpanwithoutspaces. WHo doesn’t stall? Neeble nurbo turbo.
a needle in a haystack
but which do you value? burn the hay; sift the ashes. you will find your needle. but what of the fire?
The sight of you and the strangeness punctured the potential for future contentment.
Disillusioned thus I found pockets of liquid on the edges of my vision.