My cabin in the deep woods calls for me even now…I am living in shrouds trapped in this cold city with you. If I were ever to arrive in this silent holy place, I would never leave. Content to walk in catheral forests…swim naked in cold bubbling streams, eat the roots of nature itself…
DianeM677
the stack of bills was laying on the table, it was the christmas present from all my friends. the same friends who had plans this new years, this new years that i would be alone, for the first alone on new years with nothing but a stack of bills.
BeccaBeez
saturday afternoon, with my love. stacks and syrup and butter and love all melting together. pancakes can equal love….can’t they? what about stacking your plates in the sink? hate. hate dirty dishes.
holly bowles, ks
you’re a bunch of fucking loser dorks sitting around in your mom’s basement playing warcraft making websites and blogs never getting any in your life and im going to rape your mother and slit your sisters wrist and shove a crufix in her clit then shove it down dad’s throat and rip out rover’s guts with it!!!!
DIE
pancakes. my father. sunday mornings. springy. dense. with thick sweet syrup. and butter. not margarine. the only time we used butter all week.
Paul
Stack attack the wack of a pack. Okay so the little boy continuously stacked the blocks all the way to the ceiling until caboom! They all landed on the little boy sending him into the abyss and forcing him to turn into an adult with the brain of a 2 and a half year old.
Phil
Stack reminds me of haystack which reminds me of barrels which I’m not sure how to spell. Barrel reminds me of the barrel of a curling tong which reminds me that I wish I could have curly hair. Everyone always wants what they don’t have they don’t they? Especially in terms of hair. Mine is naturally very straight but I always wish it wasn’t.
Vicky C
I like to stack things especially in a cabinet. I started to learn how to stack things when i was a child learning how to play with legos. I really don’t know how one learns how to stack, but it just starts to come naturally when you build towers on top of towers. The word stack rhymes with many words like jack, pack, rack, fact.
Melinda
I stack everything. Little piles all over the house. It’s part tidying and part organization, although to my mother it was just a big pain in the ass. I love my stacks though, especially the stacks of library books. Those are the best. Piles and piles of possibility. Now, that’s joy. :)
Kate
There was a stack of papers on my desk and everything was piled around it. I really should clean it up, but I kept stacking things on top of it.
raine
I love to see a stack of white dishes with their pristine nature, or a dusty stack of colorful books. Who could say the word stack without thinking of the wonderful shoe?
brooke
“Damn. DAMN. Look at her. I’d like to give ’em a good squeeze…”
He snickered. The only thing on his (admittedly very small) mind right now? The two glorious–
“OW!”
“My face is up here, jackass!!”
–scratch that. The only thing on his mind was the excruciating, palm-shaped pain on his cheek.
Danielle
Doubts entered my mind. What if this wasn’t what was suppose to have happened? What if the needle wasn’t suppose to be found? Would it affect everyone?
Jenna
I will stack up boxes without doubt that they will live a better life. Perhaps a life without worries or ideas. A dull life, but what they want. And I have to let them have their wants.
Jenna
The needle was indeed trapped in the haystack. How could he escape? He couldn’t, he simply couldn’t. If only some optimistic person ignored their friend and went in looking for him. He would thank them by giving them HIV.
Jesse S
stack to stack up objects or such. I stacked up a few boxes which held a musty smell in my mind.
Jenna
makes one think of the cookie known as an oreo and how you must have not one or two but a whole stack of the cookie to enjoy as a snack!
Anonymous
up down tall of hay stacking smoke tack
dina
One stack of pancakes tastes so much better than a stack of cards or even one haystack.
Jan
money. money. money. which reminds me i need a job, asap.. and uhhh a car. and ujuhbfaeugf license.
nichole
haystacks, tan in ohio. lots of people there? no very few. wide opn fields, wheat rolled up into cowpies. smell of fresh, crisp air and my cousins next to me, jared hitting me to get to the window
bry
she’s stacked like a brick shit house
Anonymous
Stacks in the news. The city of Boise bought Stack Rock. The KC Chiefs coach gave some dude a stack of money. Apple filed a patent on “Multi-Touch Sensor Patterns And Stack-Ups.” Kent police have lifted Operation Stack. Double Stack patties weigh 1.78 ounces each.
deep stack poker
a stack of papers, piles and piles. things do to. one by one people drop things off and the piles grows and grows. and soon it topples over. Me, not being able to keep up with it all, just stares and weeps. Why does life require so much out of us?
Anonymous
when we decide that we aren’t willing to pack our stuff properly we pile them up into stacks on our tables / beds / chairs / what have you and this naturally changes the landscape of our homes (more hilly terrain).
hanley
I ate a stack of pancakes one time and it made me sick for days. They were drenched in syrup and had strawberries on them. They were so good, but so much sweetness at one time made me puke afterward. However, I think it was worth it.
pancakes
a stack of papers sit at the corner of my desk, waiting, pleading to be filled with words of joy and wisdom. but all i have are words of sadness and sorrow. how can i fill the paper with such empty words?
Luk
stack them up. stack of magazine rack. big rack, like elk. big rack, like tits. new years so tits are plentiful on desperate girls, lonely and three drinks too far.
Kay
i stacked all my books on the tABLE. THE DOG WALKED IN THE DORO AND HE BIT THEM. I DIDNT KNOW WHERE HE PUT THEM. I DONT LIKE MY DOG. THAT WAS MY HOMEWORK. MY DOG TOOK MY BOOKS OFF OF THE TABLE. I HATED THE BOOKS BUT HE DIDNT HAVE TO TAKE THEM THAT STUPID DOG. NOW I HAVE TO LIE TO MY TEACHER EVEN THOUGH LIEING IS BAD. I REALLY DONT CARE.
RYUOKO
I walk through stacks of books at the bookstore. The Strand has the narrowest stacks and too many people in there to navigate comfortably.
Anonymous
Stacked. He was STACKED. Huge arms and chest that would make any girl with a 20th century notion of handsome drool.
Too bad he didn’t have the brains to match, or else I might have fallen for him.
That’s life, right?
Sie
i like ur stack its big and tall
i wish i could stack boxes with you tonight, it’d be very nice. we could stack boxes all night… ur stacked with boxes, oops i dropped one. i broke a nail and broke my finger but my arm caught the box before it fell on your head and killed you i saved your life by stacking boxes with you tonight
Anonymous
I had a stack of pancakes once. It was pretty good. Still, I wonder about the alternatives. What would happen if I ordered waffles instead? Crepes? Would I get the same amount of satisfaction. Could eating something be much more meaningful in the grand scheme?
Rasina
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sadf
The art work on the way to Athens made of large squares of glass staked on each other is unestehtic and unapealing. I try not to look at it when I pass it.
Latifa
The waiteer created quiet a stir this new year’s eve when he accidentally walked into the high stack of carefully placed china awaiting the arrival of new years diners.
Latifa
as the books were piled onto each other, I watched in horror as my prized volume was stacked upon the top of the “dispose” pile. as the books were thrown into the fire, I felt the tears brim over, as I knew I should never again see my prized novel.
Jennifer
It towered over me and I wasn’t even sure what it was composed of. This ominous stack of something-rather, it was filling the room with unease. I feared it would fall upon me.
Sydney!
id like to stack all the stupid things ive done in my life, put them in a pile, and go over them one by one. If only to ensure that I dont do them again. Mostly though, I want to see how big the stack is compared to others. So I can see just how much fun my life has been.
JS
“ugh more papers?!” i complained as jeff dropped a bunch onto my desk. i had been stacking and sorting papers all day. when would it end? goodness, i hate my job. i should’ve been a photographer…i should’ve….
My cabin in the deep woods calls for me even now…I am living in shrouds trapped in this cold city with you. If I were ever to arrive in this silent holy place, I would never leave. Content to walk in catheral forests…swim naked in cold bubbling streams, eat the roots of nature itself…
the stack of bills was laying on the table, it was the christmas present from all my friends. the same friends who had plans this new years, this new years that i would be alone, for the first alone on new years with nothing but a stack of bills.
saturday afternoon, with my love. stacks and syrup and butter and love all melting together. pancakes can equal love….can’t they? what about stacking your plates in the sink? hate. hate dirty dishes.
you’re a bunch of fucking loser dorks sitting around in your mom’s basement playing warcraft making websites and blogs never getting any in your life and im going to rape your mother and slit your sisters wrist and shove a crufix in her clit then shove it down dad’s throat and rip out rover’s guts with it!!!!
pancakes. my father. sunday mornings. springy. dense. with thick sweet syrup. and butter. not margarine. the only time we used butter all week.
Stack attack the wack of a pack. Okay so the little boy continuously stacked the blocks all the way to the ceiling until caboom! They all landed on the little boy sending him into the abyss and forcing him to turn into an adult with the brain of a 2 and a half year old.
Stack reminds me of haystack which reminds me of barrels which I’m not sure how to spell. Barrel reminds me of the barrel of a curling tong which reminds me that I wish I could have curly hair. Everyone always wants what they don’t have they don’t they? Especially in terms of hair. Mine is naturally very straight but I always wish it wasn’t.
I like to stack things especially in a cabinet. I started to learn how to stack things when i was a child learning how to play with legos. I really don’t know how one learns how to stack, but it just starts to come naturally when you build towers on top of towers. The word stack rhymes with many words like jack, pack, rack, fact.
I stack everything. Little piles all over the house. It’s part tidying and part organization, although to my mother it was just a big pain in the ass. I love my stacks though, especially the stacks of library books. Those are the best. Piles and piles of possibility. Now, that’s joy. :)
There was a stack of papers on my desk and everything was piled around it. I really should clean it up, but I kept stacking things on top of it.
I love to see a stack of white dishes with their pristine nature, or a dusty stack of colorful books. Who could say the word stack without thinking of the wonderful shoe?
“Damn. DAMN. Look at her. I’d like to give ’em a good squeeze…”
He snickered. The only thing on his (admittedly very small) mind right now? The two glorious–
“OW!”
“My face is up here, jackass!!”
–scratch that. The only thing on his mind was the excruciating, palm-shaped pain on his cheek.
Doubts entered my mind. What if this wasn’t what was suppose to have happened? What if the needle wasn’t suppose to be found? Would it affect everyone?
I will stack up boxes without doubt that they will live a better life. Perhaps a life without worries or ideas. A dull life, but what they want. And I have to let them have their wants.
The needle was indeed trapped in the haystack. How could he escape? He couldn’t, he simply couldn’t. If only some optimistic person ignored their friend and went in looking for him. He would thank them by giving them HIV.
stack to stack up objects or such. I stacked up a few boxes which held a musty smell in my mind.
makes one think of the cookie known as an oreo and how you must have not one or two but a whole stack of the cookie to enjoy as a snack!
up down tall of hay stacking smoke tack
One stack of pancakes tastes so much better than a stack of cards or even one haystack.
money. money. money. which reminds me i need a job, asap.. and uhhh a car. and ujuhbfaeugf license.
haystacks, tan in ohio. lots of people there? no very few. wide opn fields, wheat rolled up into cowpies. smell of fresh, crisp air and my cousins next to me, jared hitting me to get to the window
she’s stacked like a brick shit house
Stacks in the news. The city of Boise bought Stack Rock. The KC Chiefs coach gave some dude a stack of money. Apple filed a patent on “Multi-Touch Sensor Patterns And Stack-Ups.” Kent police have lifted Operation Stack. Double Stack patties weigh 1.78 ounces each.
a stack of papers, piles and piles. things do to. one by one people drop things off and the piles grows and grows. and soon it topples over. Me, not being able to keep up with it all, just stares and weeps. Why does life require so much out of us?
when we decide that we aren’t willing to pack our stuff properly we pile them up into stacks on our tables / beds / chairs / what have you and this naturally changes the landscape of our homes (more hilly terrain).
I ate a stack of pancakes one time and it made me sick for days. They were drenched in syrup and had strawberries on them. They were so good, but so much sweetness at one time made me puke afterward. However, I think it was worth it.
a stack of papers sit at the corner of my desk, waiting, pleading to be filled with words of joy and wisdom. but all i have are words of sadness and sorrow. how can i fill the paper with such empty words?
stack them up. stack of magazine rack. big rack, like elk. big rack, like tits. new years so tits are plentiful on desperate girls, lonely and three drinks too far.
i stacked all my books on the tABLE. THE DOG WALKED IN THE DORO AND HE BIT THEM. I DIDNT KNOW WHERE HE PUT THEM. I DONT LIKE MY DOG. THAT WAS MY HOMEWORK. MY DOG TOOK MY BOOKS OFF OF THE TABLE. I HATED THE BOOKS BUT HE DIDNT HAVE TO TAKE THEM THAT STUPID DOG. NOW I HAVE TO LIE TO MY TEACHER EVEN THOUGH LIEING IS BAD. I REALLY DONT CARE.
I walk through stacks of books at the bookstore. The Strand has the narrowest stacks and too many people in there to navigate comfortably.
Stacked. He was STACKED. Huge arms and chest that would make any girl with a 20th century notion of handsome drool.
Too bad he didn’t have the brains to match, or else I might have fallen for him.
That’s life, right?
i like ur stack its big and tall
i wish i could stack boxes with you tonight, it’d be very nice. we could stack boxes all night… ur stacked with boxes, oops i dropped one. i broke a nail and broke my finger but my arm caught the box before it fell on your head and killed you i saved your life by stacking boxes with you tonight
I had a stack of pancakes once. It was pretty good. Still, I wonder about the alternatives. What would happen if I ordered waffles instead? Crepes? Would I get the same amount of satisfaction. Could eating something be much more meaningful in the grand scheme?
asdfasdf
The art work on the way to Athens made of large squares of glass staked on each other is unestehtic and unapealing. I try not to look at it when I pass it.
The waiteer created quiet a stir this new year’s eve when he accidentally walked into the high stack of carefully placed china awaiting the arrival of new years diners.
as the books were piled onto each other, I watched in horror as my prized volume was stacked upon the top of the “dispose” pile. as the books were thrown into the fire, I felt the tears brim over, as I knew I should never again see my prized novel.
It towered over me and I wasn’t even sure what it was composed of. This ominous stack of something-rather, it was filling the room with unease. I feared it would fall upon me.
id like to stack all the stupid things ive done in my life, put them in a pile, and go over them one by one. If only to ensure that I dont do them again. Mostly though, I want to see how big the stack is compared to others. So I can see just how much fun my life has been.
“ugh more papers?!” i complained as jeff dropped a bunch onto my desk. i had been stacking and sorting papers all day. when would it end? goodness, i hate my job. i should’ve been a photographer…i should’ve….