Tape. The very sound of the word makes me horny. It reminds me of a time when, although young, I had my first sexual experience with a beautiful young lady by the name of Tape. She was beautiful, and her sweet vagine certainly lived up to her name. I was stuck on it and sticky.
David S
She slipped the VHS tape into the machine and sat back, waiting for the words to spill out over her and release her from thinking, living,loving…just for two hours, she would be free.
idamines
Nina ducked under the yello caution tape as she analyzed the disaster that had occured in a young man jumping from the highest building in her town. There was something familiar in his bloody face…no, it couldn’t be.
“My…my lover?” She sputtered. Nina had noticed a change in David’s mood and attitude, but she didn’t know it had escalated this far. She stroked his matted hair.
She felt the faintest flitter of eyelash on her arm as David’d eyes embraced the living world.
Halee
I tried to write about tape, but I couldn’t. My mind was broken, ripped. I need some tape to put it back together. Close the gaps in memory, love. Close the gap between love and hate. Tape it all back together.
NovaCasserole
gone
gone are the days the leaves the wild flowers of ecstasy the filler sexyness of the unexpected the bees and the leaves and the flow of the water downriver the wild beasts and the hangovers of nerve wracking insomnia thereupon lies the will of the wayward ways
luis t
Tape. When I think of tape I think of band-aids, and how when I put them over my forearms, which are thin with pale hairs and white skin that tears too easily, I am left with a patch of follicles after I’ve torn off the bandage.
anabanana
tape record
this record I need to rememeber things
tape to stick sticky all the broken things
this current broken thing
tape tape clear
tape opque
I like to take tape taping toping toothy
Naaaaaaaaaaaa
That tape it’s beautiful. What can I say. It has your face in it. Our memories your love my love. I can’t even describe how much value is being held in that wonderful tape. I think I’ll never stop treasuring it. I spend endless nights just watching, watching, watching, and watching it over again. It has such a wonderful hold to it. I always feel so happy when I see it.
Valeria Gonzalez
tape it shut, your mouth. especially when your brain has been lubricated by that unruly, drool-inducing depressant, alchohol. when you’re on tape, it’s even worse: the kind of thing nobody will forget. so tape it shut.
fbg
i always wanted to have a recorder to tape daily conversations with myself, but given that i live in a ridiculously small apartment, talk about my feelings and secret stuff would be impossible without having someone else to know it
Arbelaez
dance audition from when I was seven. The old VHS is falling apart, the ribbon falling out the back. I touch it and it brings back a host of memories. Falling, my mom smiling. Dad clapping. The pink dress.
tehwizard
sticky tape and theyre all made out of ticky tacky and theyre all made just the same….my daughter loves sticky tape, duct tape christmas tape
wendy watson
Tape. Tape. Tape. Adhesive and sticky. It binds together. It keeps from coming apart. It can be used for good and evil, metaphorically. Bind together cultures, nations, and powers to create one people and one mind. Create a consciousness that speaks for Earth. On the other hand, silence. To keep from speaking.
tape is fun, i like to tape things to myself and somethimes make scultptures out of tape. I’m not sure why but it seems to be fun to do and they always end up looking really cool. I could use tape to fix this broken heart you know? I could. It’s true. Tape is the life saver I need! We need!
Megan Fitzie
Tape is pretty amazing. It is sticky and clear and helps you put things together. I dunno, tape is a weird word. Who invented tape? What’s tape made out of? Tape is actually a really intense invention. Oh well.
Audrey Paras
The tape covered my brain like green slime covered the faces of kids on the slime show on nickelodian. it was holding me together. his eyes were holding me together.
Canoegirl42
All my life I’ve needed tape. I need it to put things back together. I wish I had tape for things that I do wrong with my life. With my family, With my relationships. I wish I could go back and tape things together again. Tape is the bond that holds us. The thing that keeps things from separating. But sometimes the tape gets old… I guess I’ll always need to replace it…
Liz Womack
The tape was on the floor. I picked it up. I looked at it. I unrolled some of it. It stuck to my fingers. I kept unrolling more and more tape until the roll was finished. My fingers were covered in tape. I couldn’t seal the envelope now. Oh well.
Kimberly Brown
she used the tape to bound his arms and his legs to the side of the couche before making off with all his money and the gun he tried to shoot her with. Then with the door in sight just as she turned away he called to her, “Baby don’t leave me, i didn’t mean to try to kill you, it was an accident, a misaunderstanding, don’t blame me blame johnny”
Alyse Kobus
well, then, i”stick to the topic, but tape really won’t keep you from falling off the edge of the Universe. It will take more, much more, than sticky tape. Even Duck tape will not fix everything.
sfwendy
The capture of many objects in many forms. Whichever way you choose to make something more.
HLM
Tape. Tape my mouth shut. Tape. Duct tape? Put duct tape on my heart. Fix it up. Mend my broken heart. Tape the result. See where it takes you.
Anonymous
tape… that thin sticky filament that so often is used to hold our lives together… but when the tape is red it becomes something that holds us back.
aretus
I took the tape from the tape dispenser. I looked down at the polaroid in my hand. A smile graced my face, arching my features. I looked up again at the blank wall before me. I fastened the photo to it. It was a red dot in a field of white. A memory.
Eric Meehan
tape is sticky. scotch tape. plaid. a man. a Scottish man. he wants some beef. there is no more meat in the cupboard. oh well. he goes to the store. he buys more beef. the butcher wraps it in paper and seals it with a piece of tape. the Scottish man is satisfied.
Jennaaa
Tape is an adhesive material that bonds two or more objects together. I wish there were as much love as there was tape in the world.
Brittney Blanke
She tapes the bandage around her foot, foot aching, why does the foot continually ache, ache, ache. Slips on socks. With hole of course. Pulls on beat up tennies and tie the laces too tight cuz the pair is too big.
Nicole Gonda
taped down amongst the world of blank stares. Thin, plastic tape is all that holds me down and keeps my mind contained.
Russ Johnson
Tape is sticky, tape comes in rolls. We use tape to wrap presents and stick things together. There is all different kinds of tape, painter’s tape, hockey tape, scotch tape.
Cassette tapes. They’re old, and outdated now, not as bad as records though.
VCR Tapes, I have a lot of those, yet I don’t have a working VCR. Odd…
Rudi Aker
tape represented the best of an age that is long gone,and gone for good. all thats left now is the fond memories of a distant childhood spent runing in circles and trying to find something similar to happines.
andres ramirez
yaya great page and ofcourse hehe . . .
really nice and cool . . .u know great features . . . .superb. . . hahahaha
tape is coolll . . . .
cn record. . ..
Vishnu
long and silvery. instances of silence or hope for the broken. cliches of heart break. empty promises. what to do when your hope of repair breaks?
allyepiph
80’s.
You can take music with you.
Freedom.
Plastic.
Erdisi
Tape holds things together. But the force known as “tape” is much larger than the image portrays. What keeps us together? Is our life so fragile that a thin sheet of adhesive will save us from “death”? That is what tape is. It is the balance of time and space.
Kevin Costello
i found a tape today stashed away underneath your jacket. it was a mixed tape of all the songs that remind you of me. Most of them were songs no one would be glad to be the reminder for. I popped it in, and fell asleep wearing your jacket curled on the floor.
Kayla Curtin
Stick together like glue. Glue? This is tape… a faster, less messy sticking. Tape is the one-night stand of adhesives. Temporary. Wham bam thank you ma’am.
Nakita
duct. video. invisible. recorder. worm.
too many types of tape to write about one.
i’d have too many paragraphs, so little time.
goodnight tapetapetape.
JenniferLaurenHoffmann
Tape is usually a hassle for me. It’s never been satisfying for me to hear the rip of tape, just a forwarning that in the next couple minutes, I’ll get to wrestle with an invention that seems to only want to stick to itself, not the thing i want it to stick to.
is
Tape. The very sound of the word makes me horny. It reminds me of a time when, although young, I had my first sexual experience with a beautiful young lady by the name of Tape. She was beautiful, and her sweet vagine certainly lived up to her name. I was stuck on it and sticky.
She slipped the VHS tape into the machine and sat back, waiting for the words to spill out over her and release her from thinking, living,loving…just for two hours, she would be free.
Nina ducked under the yello caution tape as she analyzed the disaster that had occured in a young man jumping from the highest building in her town. There was something familiar in his bloody face…no, it couldn’t be.
“My…my lover?” She sputtered. Nina had noticed a change in David’s mood and attitude, but she didn’t know it had escalated this far. She stroked his matted hair.
She felt the faintest flitter of eyelash on her arm as David’d eyes embraced the living world.
I tried to write about tape, but I couldn’t. My mind was broken, ripped. I need some tape to put it back together. Close the gaps in memory, love. Close the gap between love and hate. Tape it all back together.
gone
gone are the days the leaves the wild flowers of ecstasy the filler sexyness of the unexpected the bees and the leaves and the flow of the water downriver the wild beasts and the hangovers of nerve wracking insomnia thereupon lies the will of the wayward ways
Tape. When I think of tape I think of band-aids, and how when I put them over my forearms, which are thin with pale hairs and white skin that tears too easily, I am left with a patch of follicles after I’ve torn off the bandage.
tape record
this record I need to rememeber things
tape to stick sticky all the broken things
this current broken thing
tape tape clear
tape opque
I like to take tape taping toping toothy
That tape it’s beautiful. What can I say. It has your face in it. Our memories your love my love. I can’t even describe how much value is being held in that wonderful tape. I think I’ll never stop treasuring it. I spend endless nights just watching, watching, watching, and watching it over again. It has such a wonderful hold to it. I always feel so happy when I see it.
tape it shut, your mouth. especially when your brain has been lubricated by that unruly, drool-inducing depressant, alchohol. when you’re on tape, it’s even worse: the kind of thing nobody will forget. so tape it shut.
i always wanted to have a recorder to tape daily conversations with myself, but given that i live in a ridiculously small apartment, talk about my feelings and secret stuff would be impossible without having someone else to know it
dance audition from when I was seven. The old VHS is falling apart, the ribbon falling out the back. I touch it and it brings back a host of memories. Falling, my mom smiling. Dad clapping. The pink dress.
sticky tape and theyre all made out of ticky tacky and theyre all made just the same….my daughter loves sticky tape, duct tape christmas tape
Tape. Tape. Tape. Adhesive and sticky. It binds together. It keeps from coming apart. It can be used for good and evil, metaphorically. Bind together cultures, nations, and powers to create one people and one mind. Create a consciousness that speaks for Earth. On the other hand, silence. To keep from speaking.
presents crafts repair haste healing destroy invention poster glue neat
tape is fun, i like to tape things to myself and somethimes make scultptures out of tape. I’m not sure why but it seems to be fun to do and they always end up looking really cool. I could use tape to fix this broken heart you know? I could. It’s true. Tape is the life saver I need! We need!
Tape is pretty amazing. It is sticky and clear and helps you put things together. I dunno, tape is a weird word. Who invented tape? What’s tape made out of? Tape is actually a really intense invention. Oh well.
The tape covered my brain like green slime covered the faces of kids on the slime show on nickelodian. it was holding me together. his eyes were holding me together.
All my life I’ve needed tape. I need it to put things back together. I wish I had tape for things that I do wrong with my life. With my family, With my relationships. I wish I could go back and tape things together again. Tape is the bond that holds us. The thing that keeps things from separating. But sometimes the tape gets old… I guess I’ll always need to replace it…
The tape was on the floor. I picked it up. I looked at it. I unrolled some of it. It stuck to my fingers. I kept unrolling more and more tape until the roll was finished. My fingers were covered in tape. I couldn’t seal the envelope now. Oh well.
she used the tape to bound his arms and his legs to the side of the couche before making off with all his money and the gun he tried to shoot her with. Then with the door in sight just as she turned away he called to her, “Baby don’t leave me, i didn’t mean to try to kill you, it was an accident, a misaunderstanding, don’t blame me blame johnny”
well, then, i”stick to the topic, but tape really won’t keep you from falling off the edge of the Universe. It will take more, much more, than sticky tape. Even Duck tape will not fix everything.
The capture of many objects in many forms. Whichever way you choose to make something more.
Tape. Tape my mouth shut. Tape. Duct tape? Put duct tape on my heart. Fix it up. Mend my broken heart. Tape the result. See where it takes you.
tape… that thin sticky filament that so often is used to hold our lives together… but when the tape is red it becomes something that holds us back.
I took the tape from the tape dispenser. I looked down at the polaroid in my hand. A smile graced my face, arching my features. I looked up again at the blank wall before me. I fastened the photo to it. It was a red dot in a field of white. A memory.
tape is sticky. scotch tape. plaid. a man. a Scottish man. he wants some beef. there is no more meat in the cupboard. oh well. he goes to the store. he buys more beef. the butcher wraps it in paper and seals it with a piece of tape. the Scottish man is satisfied.
Tape is an adhesive material that bonds two or more objects together. I wish there were as much love as there was tape in the world.
She tapes the bandage around her foot, foot aching, why does the foot continually ache, ache, ache. Slips on socks. With hole of course. Pulls on beat up tennies and tie the laces too tight cuz the pair is too big.
taped down amongst the world of blank stares. Thin, plastic tape is all that holds me down and keeps my mind contained.
Tape is sticky, tape comes in rolls. We use tape to wrap presents and stick things together. There is all different kinds of tape, painter’s tape, hockey tape, scotch tape.
Cassette tapes. They’re old, and outdated now, not as bad as records though.
VCR Tapes, I have a lot of those, yet I don’t have a working VCR. Odd…
tape represented the best of an age that is long gone,and gone for good. all thats left now is the fond memories of a distant childhood spent runing in circles and trying to find something similar to happines.
yaya great page and ofcourse hehe . . .
really nice and cool . . .u know great features . . . .superb. . . hahahaha
tape is coolll . . . .
cn record. . ..
long and silvery. instances of silence or hope for the broken. cliches of heart break. empty promises. what to do when your hope of repair breaks?
80’s.
You can take music with you.
Freedom.
Plastic.
Tape holds things together. But the force known as “tape” is much larger than the image portrays. What keeps us together? Is our life so fragile that a thin sheet of adhesive will save us from “death”? That is what tape is. It is the balance of time and space.
i found a tape today stashed away underneath your jacket. it was a mixed tape of all the songs that remind you of me. Most of them were songs no one would be glad to be the reminder for. I popped it in, and fell asleep wearing your jacket curled on the floor.
Stick together like glue. Glue? This is tape… a faster, less messy sticking. Tape is the one-night stand of adhesives. Temporary. Wham bam thank you ma’am.
duct. video. invisible. recorder. worm.
too many types of tape to write about one.
i’d have too many paragraphs, so little time.
goodnight tapetapetape.
Tape is usually a hassle for me. It’s never been satisfying for me to hear the rip of tape, just a forwarning that in the next couple minutes, I’ll get to wrestle with an invention that seems to only want to stick to itself, not the thing i want it to stick to.