I ran out of the transition gate and tripped over a three-year-old. Bam, on the ground, before I could even understand the new perspective.
lynD
owl
omer
A little word, that beyond images of cherries and peaches in the wind, gives me shudders.
Fresh. More than fresh. Pulsingly fresh. Off the vine, off the bone. Freshly plucked and broken open.
Ready for consumption.
Why do I have issues with this? Because I don’t like the image of myself standing there with the knife in my hand?
I’d rather get my meat pink and bloodless–wrapped in plastic–and forget about the butcher behind the glass. Even though he’s just the dealer of a hit man I never see.
Raw, reminding us that we are killers too.
And to be reminded that we, perhaps more than ‘nature’ are red in tooth and claw, might open doors that I wouldn’t want opened. Then the butchers wouldn’t be locked and sealed by the health and safety inspector. Open *those* doors and one day, I may find my own self raw, splayed down like a fruit with juices all around.
As long as we keep playing the game that raw is fresh, packed, vaccuum sealed, we can all be safe.
mousebrown
raw, like flesh, like sushi. Raw. shocking. dirty. something so Intense it rocks you to the core. Nothing held back. no social restraint.
Beau D
my eyes are raw. i’ve been crying for hours. they’re out of my control, running like a dam broke through. it’s dark. shouldn’t the sun be coming up by now? i’ve been sitting on the same wood panel endlessly i wouldn’t be surprised if i left a mark.
acaso la naturaleza del hombre es una gran y redonda escalera circular hacia los sue
columella
this word always makes me think of painful things. my throat is actually raw right now, and im assuming its very red. usually things that are raw are red, like meat. my throat probably looks like raw meat right now and as you can imagine that is not very pleasant for me. also, raw can also be a word that is kind of dirty. like raw, graphic porn. thats another thing i think of.
Rae
Emotions without any mask
Meat without any cooking
Courtship without any decorum
Decorating with a blindfold
Old love letters without the lover
Oven without the roast
Deborah
I saw the meat as it was sitting there. it was uncooked and fleshy. I knew from that moment on that i was going to become a vegetarian for the rest of my life. how could i eat that moldy hunk of raw meat when i knew that it had once been a cute furry little animal. it seemed barbaric that somebody could even think about eating it.
Nate King
desire in place of pure enlightenment. bold statements of undivided truths.
scraped legs bleed. slowly drip to the fresh earth.
tears fall. babies born. raw
tom weavin
emotion
windswept
blood red
gritty
ham on the bone
sharp
teeth
emotions- hard
severe
grating
seething
pinched
goat
rough
ready
The meat I held felt as if it was in my hand that I held his very life. I felt his heart beating, thumping, dying. Raw, that is who I am, what I’ve done, I’m raw.
damian
I hate the pineapple that made my mouth raw. The acidity of it burned my tongue. It tore up my insides. It made it difficult to eat for days. Rawness must be contagious, causing me to want to sooth my aching sores.
Melanie Heindl
the flow is overwhelming
I’ve got ten seconds, just ten, maybe eight
wind whipping the bare flesh and the feeling (it’s so pure) keeps me in place
Patrick McGorrill
You know what. i like it better rough, tough, hard, and RAW. you know what im talking about. i love it when theres a lil hair pulling and bitting, lots of sucking too. yeah, i like it raw. i love it rough. i like it tough and hard. a
READ ME
I eat raw fish and wonder about how I’m contradicting my vegetarianism.
I’m a horrible person.
Jelllyfishrawr
the meat i saw in the meat shop looke d so read and bloody and raw that while i gazed upon it and almost drippled spit on my lips, the meat man was shouting “sir! you have to get out of my store” i left the store, with my gun in my hand.
Francisco Marquez
sushi on a dry skinned, scrape my jaw, backwards war and the sound of a knife scraping bread.
Blaise
Meat should be cooked until it isn’t raw. If one consumes meat while it is such, then there in an imminent risk of becoming deathningly ill. If that is the case, then all hope is lost. Sorry.
Sarah Hanlon
raw data fucking sucks. i spent 2 months collecting raw data. censuses are hard to read especially from 1910. fucking census takers should have been mandated in enumeration district recording strategy. assholes! unbelievable.
saucy
meat that smells nasty adn open wounds. Raw is funny stuff that makes the world laugh at how obnoxious it was. Raw is getting nothing for something. Raw is red and open and very tough. Raw is being able to say what you want to whomever you want. Raw is Raw… loud music, bad manners, expensive stuff…..
bubblydi
meat, owies when your skin gets rubbed off by the back of your sandle walking down a dirt road in the middle of nowhere when your just a little kid. meat thats under cooked. the color and shade of pink that skin is when its exposed. straw, and hay and famers.
cory smith
Raw meat: one of the most disturning substances I know. In horror movies its is flesh, in butcher shops it’s what’s for dinner. I’m no vegetarian but for somereason raw meat is unappealing. Dogs like it, but then again I’m no dog.
Greg P.
the raw power of the sun hit my eyes. bleeding from the torturous pain, i keep walking down the secluded hill. each move i make cringes my body as i suffocate from my own belief. it is time
unknown
She was standing there ready and willing, in the raw passion that consumed her.
It’s a simple statment that can explain so much.
nathanial
revieling the subtle internal pieces of
an amazingly.
wonderful artistic endever.
jml parker
i really hate raw.
it represents all that is wrong with society to me.
Whether it be WWE Raw or Raw Hide, I think the word raw represents the epic stupidity of society. Perhaps that’s simply because I live in the American South, where Wrestling and Cowboy movies are very common things, but this word drives me nuts.
It also makes me think of my now dead dog. She used to love raw hide bones, but she was allergic to them, so she could never have them. I really do miss her, although I try not to make it very obvious.
Blair
…is how my legs felt after wearing my rubber winter boots that dug into my legs as my socks slipped lower and lower inside my boots.
Ru
Raw meat is bad for you. Meat should always be cooked.
Raw cadets should be trained so they don’t get themselves killed.
Raw vegetables are good for you because none of the nutrients have been cooked out of them.
Raw sewage is bad for the environment and stinks.
Kala
i presume the word raw has connotations of morons and absolute slags, who feel the need to link them self with a predatory animal to make them attractive the opposite sex. this presuming the opposite sex is also a moron who is predatory!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
luke ibbetson
change the word goshdarn rabbit!
Anik
Bones dry like sherry but more solid (actually relatively spealing sherry isn’t solid at all). Skeletons used to drink sherry defore they died of alcohol poisoning.
Ryan Thomas
the raw meat was red and dripping. it was hard to think that that was actually blood, that it had come from some living thing. and that we were going to cook it. or, as the case was, put it on my black eye. who the fuck had come up with that concept, anyway? putting raw fucking meat in somebody’s fucking eye for chistssake. can you get ecoli through your eye?
Bry
Raw is a noise that is made by many different animals. One of those animals is a lion. Another could be a tiger, or a cub from a lion or a tiger. Raw could also be a descriptive word of meat or food. If a food isn’t cooked then it is raw.
Chelsea Lybbert
Cold and unfeeling, uncooked hardness is a bitter state of being. A steak comes to mind. How useless is an uncooked steak? It sits in the fridge, bleeding grotesquely until it is rescued. Cook it, and it comes alive.
Fake
Being raw i good I think. I need to be raw. Like vegetables. And fruit. And frozen waffles. I like raw. Like raw bruises or raw skin. Like when you peel that ugly scab off and all of a sudden you see your scar tissue and you realize you can heal.
human bean
its that gross piece of crap those halfwit friends of mine keep insisting is real, I wish that crap would be replaced with something that was actualy coreographed by someone who knew what the hell they were doing. Idiot bodybuilders and their tiny swimsuits
Lionman
meat makes me feel gross when i eat it sometimes. i try not to think about where it’s come from.
I ran out of the transition gate and tripped over a three-year-old. Bam, on the ground, before I could even understand the new perspective.
owl
A little word, that beyond images of cherries and peaches in the wind, gives me shudders.
Fresh. More than fresh. Pulsingly fresh. Off the vine, off the bone. Freshly plucked and broken open.
Ready for consumption.
Why do I have issues with this? Because I don’t like the image of myself standing there with the knife in my hand?
I’d rather get my meat pink and bloodless–wrapped in plastic–and forget about the butcher behind the glass. Even though he’s just the dealer of a hit man I never see.
Raw, reminding us that we are killers too.
And to be reminded that we, perhaps more than ‘nature’ are red in tooth and claw, might open doors that I wouldn’t want opened. Then the butchers wouldn’t be locked and sealed by the health and safety inspector. Open *those* doors and one day, I may find my own self raw, splayed down like a fruit with juices all around.
As long as we keep playing the game that raw is fresh, packed, vaccuum sealed, we can all be safe.
raw, like flesh, like sushi. Raw. shocking. dirty. something so Intense it rocks you to the core. Nothing held back. no social restraint.
my eyes are raw. i’ve been crying for hours. they’re out of my control, running like a dam broke through. it’s dark. shouldn’t the sun be coming up by now? i’ve been sitting on the same wood panel endlessly i wouldn’t be surprised if i left a mark.
food, eggs yuck, blue, worm infested, gross, humor carrots,
acaso la naturaleza del hombre es una gran y redonda escalera circular hacia los sue
this word always makes me think of painful things. my throat is actually raw right now, and im assuming its very red. usually things that are raw are red, like meat. my throat probably looks like raw meat right now and as you can imagine that is not very pleasant for me. also, raw can also be a word that is kind of dirty. like raw, graphic porn. thats another thing i think of.
Emotions without any mask
Meat without any cooking
Courtship without any decorum
Decorating with a blindfold
Old love letters without the lover
Oven without the roast
I saw the meat as it was sitting there. it was uncooked and fleshy. I knew from that moment on that i was going to become a vegetarian for the rest of my life. how could i eat that moldy hunk of raw meat when i knew that it had once been a cute furry little animal. it seemed barbaric that somebody could even think about eating it.
desire in place of pure enlightenment. bold statements of undivided truths.
scraped legs bleed. slowly drip to the fresh earth.
tears fall. babies born. raw
emotion
windswept
blood red
gritty
ham on the bone
sharp
teeth
emotions- hard
severe
grating
seething
pinched
goat
rough
ready
expressed extreme sore slicing painful
stupid bravery runninginto wild situations despite the costs
free
cold
The meat I held felt as if it was in my hand that I held his very life. I felt his heart beating, thumping, dying. Raw, that is who I am, what I’ve done, I’m raw.
I hate the pineapple that made my mouth raw. The acidity of it burned my tongue. It tore up my insides. It made it difficult to eat for days. Rawness must be contagious, causing me to want to sooth my aching sores.
the flow is overwhelming
I’ve got ten seconds, just ten, maybe eight
wind whipping the bare flesh and the feeling (it’s so pure) keeps me in place
You know what. i like it better rough, tough, hard, and RAW. you know what im talking about. i love it when theres a lil hair pulling and bitting, lots of sucking too. yeah, i like it raw. i love it rough. i like it tough and hard. a
I eat raw fish and wonder about how I’m contradicting my vegetarianism.
I’m a horrible person.
the meat i saw in the meat shop looke d so read and bloody and raw that while i gazed upon it and almost drippled spit on my lips, the meat man was shouting “sir! you have to get out of my store” i left the store, with my gun in my hand.
sushi on a dry skinned, scrape my jaw, backwards war and the sound of a knife scraping bread.
Meat should be cooked until it isn’t raw. If one consumes meat while it is such, then there in an imminent risk of becoming deathningly ill. If that is the case, then all hope is lost. Sorry.
raw data fucking sucks. i spent 2 months collecting raw data. censuses are hard to read especially from 1910. fucking census takers should have been mandated in enumeration district recording strategy. assholes! unbelievable.
meat that smells nasty adn open wounds. Raw is funny stuff that makes the world laugh at how obnoxious it was. Raw is getting nothing for something. Raw is red and open and very tough. Raw is being able to say what you want to whomever you want. Raw is Raw… loud music, bad manners, expensive stuff…..
meat, owies when your skin gets rubbed off by the back of your sandle walking down a dirt road in the middle of nowhere when your just a little kid. meat thats under cooked. the color and shade of pink that skin is when its exposed. straw, and hay and famers.
Raw meat: one of the most disturning substances I know. In horror movies its is flesh, in butcher shops it’s what’s for dinner. I’m no vegetarian but for somereason raw meat is unappealing. Dogs like it, but then again I’m no dog.
the raw power of the sun hit my eyes. bleeding from the torturous pain, i keep walking down the secluded hill. each move i make cringes my body as i suffocate from my own belief. it is time
She was standing there ready and willing, in the raw passion that consumed her.
It’s a simple statment that can explain so much.
revieling the subtle internal pieces of
an amazingly.
wonderful artistic endever.
i really hate raw.
it represents all that is wrong with society to me.
Whether it be WWE Raw or Raw Hide, I think the word raw represents the epic stupidity of society. Perhaps that’s simply because I live in the American South, where Wrestling and Cowboy movies are very common things, but this word drives me nuts.
It also makes me think of my now dead dog. She used to love raw hide bones, but she was allergic to them, so she could never have them. I really do miss her, although I try not to make it very obvious.
…is how my legs felt after wearing my rubber winter boots that dug into my legs as my socks slipped lower and lower inside my boots.
Raw meat is bad for you. Meat should always be cooked.
Raw cadets should be trained so they don’t get themselves killed.
Raw vegetables are good for you because none of the nutrients have been cooked out of them.
Raw sewage is bad for the environment and stinks.
i presume the word raw has connotations of morons and absolute slags, who feel the need to link them self with a predatory animal to make them attractive the opposite sex. this presuming the opposite sex is also a moron who is predatory!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
change the word goshdarn rabbit!
Bones dry like sherry but more solid (actually relatively spealing sherry isn’t solid at all). Skeletons used to drink sherry defore they died of alcohol poisoning.
the raw meat was red and dripping. it was hard to think that that was actually blood, that it had come from some living thing. and that we were going to cook it. or, as the case was, put it on my black eye. who the fuck had come up with that concept, anyway? putting raw fucking meat in somebody’s fucking eye for chistssake. can you get ecoli through your eye?
Raw is a noise that is made by many different animals. One of those animals is a lion. Another could be a tiger, or a cub from a lion or a tiger. Raw could also be a descriptive word of meat or food. If a food isn’t cooked then it is raw.
Cold and unfeeling, uncooked hardness is a bitter state of being. A steak comes to mind. How useless is an uncooked steak? It sits in the fridge, bleeding grotesquely until it is rescued. Cook it, and it comes alive.
Being raw i good I think. I need to be raw. Like vegetables. And fruit. And frozen waffles. I like raw. Like raw bruises or raw skin. Like when you peel that ugly scab off and all of a sudden you see your scar tissue and you realize you can heal.
its that gross piece of crap those halfwit friends of mine keep insisting is real, I wish that crap would be replaced with something that was actualy coreographed by someone who knew what the hell they were doing. Idiot bodybuilders and their tiny swimsuits
meat makes me feel gross when i eat it sometimes. i try not to think about where it’s come from.