so tasty. Goes down like water. Spinning room, everything is a little more beautiful. The stains make me cry and so does the wine. The taste the smell it all stays in me for days. It is delight in a tiny shiny cup
caitlin
wine
Anonymous
A drop of the soothing red liquid slipped out of the corner of her mouth; I leaned in a licked it off.
The soft liquid rushed against my mouth. The utterly sweet taste burst out, exploding with energy. My eyes became bigger and bigger, ending with a smile to my lips.
Emily Justem
wine is red o white
sometimes my mom drinks it at night in small porcelin cups.
wine grows in many different places arond the world
the french are stereotyped for liking it
they come in nice bottles
they taste better with age i’m told
there is a trend of young people getting drunk on wine these days
wine comes from grapes
wine grows on vines the grapes that is.
Cienna
It’s an alcoholic drink made from distilled grapes…?
Camille
Just another glass of red wine, then i’ll put a full stop to this awful day. I keep telling me wine is not the answer to my problems, but at least it seems to shut them up for a good while. And it grants me a sweet night of sleep….
Flavia
asefrded
bridget
im tired of writing about wine!
Kyle heaton!
the last time i remember drinking wine i was at a wedding in north carolina. the night ended up with me face first on my hotel room floor. later that night i was escorted out of the hotel cordially an officer.
Kyle Heaton. facebook me
taste sweet to some. relaxing. to be enjoyed with candles and bubble baths. Wine. To drink with a loved one when you want to enjoy the company of each other the night air. Wine taste sweet to some
eroticserenity
this all i do
i listen to lilac wine
and hear Jeff’s voice going
about four octaves higher than mine ever can
and i think about people doing things
four octaves higher than i ever can.
Zach
I don’t waaaaaaaaaant wiiiiiiiiiiiiine. I’m tiiiiiiiiiiiired of wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.
Anonymous
wine is made by Italians…and Californians. Wine is used in communion. I wish I could drink it. I’m 16…you know, just at some family gathering. just a little bit, seriously. They can in other countries! I just want to know what it tastes like. I want to be like a real Italian =]. I wonder which is better, red or white.
vicki
red, drink, wine country, vineyards, wine glasses, gifts, Kendall-Jackson, Blackstone, love living here, family, friends, celebrations, love.
Jan
delicious, friendly, tannin bringing people together in harmony and laughter. Thoughtful gift in elegant wrapping. Nectar and juice.
Loree
wine has alcohol in it and can be red or white. wine also has a long history- thomas jefferson liked wine and often had it important from europe.
Brenna
I like wine, but it’s taken me a while. A smokey, smooth pinot noir from the royal vineyards in Liechtenstein changed my mind. And from there…well, the rest is history I suppose…
Jamie
Wine is associated to Dyonisos, the greek god, also known as the horned god.
It’s a sin for some people, an addiction to some, or simply a drink that makes you look sophisticated to others.
jneen
I’m ready for the week to be over so that I can enjoy a lovely glass of red.
Tug
tastes good, white, red, pink. Comes from grapes. Argentina, Chile, Italy, France.
Marcus
..and in me it goes.
full of tannins and alcohol and grapes and oak and violence and those angry little vicious words i thought would be buried forever.
fdot
there was wine. wine everywhere.
wine in my shoes, wine in her cup in her hand on her lips. it was an orgy of win, flowing gladly over every surface. here we had it, we had life and living. living off the fruit and nectar- the wine.
Danielle
Wine! Wave!
Carrie Bana
red wine good for cooking and getting drunk
Anonymous
He drank and drank, until he could no longer swallow the foul odorous stuff. His lips lined with a purple ring and his mind fortified with false bravery, he made his move.
Niknak
The dark, red wine made a nice contrast to the cold, snowy day. The fire was burning and the kids had gone out sledding. Finally, my castle was quiet
Sue
Wine is a drink made from the harvesting of grapes on a vineyard. Wine can be shared on many occasions, from cheap, useless ones to fine dining and memorable ones. Wine can be used as an asset to a meal or as a way to get completely wasted. Wine is both a treat and a distraction.
Alison
Drink the blood of my viens as if it were a fine wine. Slice these wrists and let rubies drip out. Enjoy the fruits of your labor and as you place your mouth upon my arm. Let me feel your lips caress my blood out of my body. Take my life line. Take it. It’s already yours. I exsist only to substain you. Suck out my fears and worries and let your addiction make you an animal as you feed. Do not worry. I will heal, and I will be able to give more…
Izzybelle
Wine, it was the color of her lips. Crimson red, as her hair was against the sun at 6 in the afternoon. No one really knew who she was in the town, but everyone knew what she was. She walked around with proud freckles as her eyes were set downward. This time tonight, she’s not gonna let it happen again.
Rosceline
She traced the rim of the glass decidedly. The man across the table looked on. Did he appear too anxious to hopeful? It didn’t matter, there was no time to be self-conscious.
“Yes”, she finally said. “Yes. I will marry you.”
lionthegirl
All you do is whine while the rest of us use our minds to travel out of our bodies to figure out what needs to be done and where this or that belongs. Get to work. Stop complaining. We can hold it together without you if we must but we shouldn’t have to. Now, go get me some wine.
VoddyT
I wine and dine with the lovely ladies of the world. I travel throughout time and space to find the best there is, but none will ever be good enough. Do you think that your life is fast enough, cool enough or original enough to be shared with mine? The wine sooths the soul and allows you to understand it’s not.
Niq Theos
In the same way, after the dinner, He took the cup, gave thanks and said, “This is the blood of the new covenant which is poured out for you. Do this in remembrance of me.”
sara-signer
A fresh unopened bottle of wine stood on the table. Meg tried hard not to look at it. It seemed that ever since she’d decided to stop drinking, alcohol stared her in the face, laughing. Why did this have to happen? It was just more difficult for her to resist the temptation.
misha
The red bloody mess of a bottle. Broken shards. Wine puddles mixing with the blood on the floor. How did this happen?
M.W. Catlin
The leaves fall over the fire–the fire reaches for the branches…the chase of life. The wind slams into the ground and yet the ground remains still. What a wonderful afternoon for a tall glass of wine.
so tasty. Goes down like water. Spinning room, everything is a little more beautiful. The stains make me cry and so does the wine. The taste the smell it all stays in me for days. It is delight in a tiny shiny cup
wine
A drop of the soothing red liquid slipped out of the corner of her mouth; I leaned in a licked it off.
The soft liquid rushed against my mouth. The utterly sweet taste burst out, exploding with energy. My eyes became bigger and bigger, ending with a smile to my lips.
wine is red o white
sometimes my mom drinks it at night in small porcelin cups.
wine grows in many different places arond the world
the french are stereotyped for liking it
they come in nice bottles
they taste better with age i’m told
there is a trend of young people getting drunk on wine these days
wine comes from grapes
wine grows on vines the grapes that is.
It’s an alcoholic drink made from distilled grapes…?
Just another glass of red wine, then i’ll put a full stop to this awful day. I keep telling me wine is not the answer to my problems, but at least it seems to shut them up for a good while. And it grants me a sweet night of sleep….
asefrded
im tired of writing about wine!
the last time i remember drinking wine i was at a wedding in north carolina. the night ended up with me face first on my hotel room floor. later that night i was escorted out of the hotel cordially an officer.
taste sweet to some. relaxing. to be enjoyed with candles and bubble baths. Wine. To drink with a loved one when you want to enjoy the company of each other the night air. Wine taste sweet to some
this all i do
i listen to lilac wine
and hear Jeff’s voice going
about four octaves higher than mine ever can
and i think about people doing things
four octaves higher than i ever can.
I don’t waaaaaaaaaant wiiiiiiiiiiiiine. I’m tiiiiiiiiiiiired of wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.
wine is made by Italians…and Californians. Wine is used in communion. I wish I could drink it. I’m 16…you know, just at some family gathering. just a little bit, seriously. They can in other countries! I just want to know what it tastes like. I want to be like a real Italian =]. I wonder which is better, red or white.
red, drink, wine country, vineyards, wine glasses, gifts, Kendall-Jackson, Blackstone, love living here, family, friends, celebrations, love.
delicious, friendly, tannin bringing people together in harmony and laughter. Thoughtful gift in elegant wrapping. Nectar and juice.
wine has alcohol in it and can be red or white. wine also has a long history- thomas jefferson liked wine and often had it important from europe.
I like wine, but it’s taken me a while. A smokey, smooth pinot noir from the royal vineyards in Liechtenstein changed my mind. And from there…well, the rest is history I suppose…
Wine is associated to Dyonisos, the greek god, also known as the horned god.
It’s a sin for some people, an addiction to some, or simply a drink that makes you look sophisticated to others.
I’m ready for the week to be over so that I can enjoy a lovely glass of red.
tastes good, white, red, pink. Comes from grapes. Argentina, Chile, Italy, France.
..and in me it goes.
full of tannins and alcohol and grapes and oak and violence and those angry little vicious words i thought would be buried forever.
there was wine. wine everywhere.
wine in my shoes, wine in her cup in her hand on her lips. it was an orgy of win, flowing gladly over every surface. here we had it, we had life and living. living off the fruit and nectar- the wine.
Wine! Wave!
red wine good for cooking and getting drunk
He drank and drank, until he could no longer swallow the foul odorous stuff. His lips lined with a purple ring and his mind fortified with false bravery, he made his move.
The dark, red wine made a nice contrast to the cold, snowy day. The fire was burning and the kids had gone out sledding. Finally, my castle was quiet
Wine is a drink made from the harvesting of grapes on a vineyard. Wine can be shared on many occasions, from cheap, useless ones to fine dining and memorable ones. Wine can be used as an asset to a meal or as a way to get completely wasted. Wine is both a treat and a distraction.
Drink the blood of my viens as if it were a fine wine. Slice these wrists and let rubies drip out. Enjoy the fruits of your labor and as you place your mouth upon my arm. Let me feel your lips caress my blood out of my body. Take my life line. Take it. It’s already yours. I exsist only to substain you. Suck out my fears and worries and let your addiction make you an animal as you feed. Do not worry. I will heal, and I will be able to give more…
Wine, it was the color of her lips. Crimson red, as her hair was against the sun at 6 in the afternoon. No one really knew who she was in the town, but everyone knew what she was. She walked around with proud freckles as her eyes were set downward. This time tonight, she’s not gonna let it happen again.
She traced the rim of the glass decidedly. The man across the table looked on. Did he appear too anxious to hopeful? It didn’t matter, there was no time to be self-conscious.
“Yes”, she finally said. “Yes. I will marry you.”
All you do is whine while the rest of us use our minds to travel out of our bodies to figure out what needs to be done and where this or that belongs. Get to work. Stop complaining. We can hold it together without you if we must but we shouldn’t have to. Now, go get me some wine.
I wine and dine with the lovely ladies of the world. I travel throughout time and space to find the best there is, but none will ever be good enough. Do you think that your life is fast enough, cool enough or original enough to be shared with mine? The wine sooths the soul and allows you to understand it’s not.
In the same way, after the dinner, He took the cup, gave thanks and said, “This is the blood of the new covenant which is poured out for you. Do this in remembrance of me.”
A fresh unopened bottle of wine stood on the table. Meg tried hard not to look at it. It seemed that ever since she’d decided to stop drinking, alcohol stared her in the face, laughing. Why did this have to happen? It was just more difficult for her to resist the temptation.
The red bloody mess of a bottle. Broken shards. Wine puddles mixing with the blood on the floor. How did this happen?
The leaves fall over the fire–the fire reaches for the branches…the chase of life. The wind slams into the ground and yet the ground remains still. What a wonderful afternoon for a tall glass of wine.
Someone spilled sangria on my favorite hoodie…
tasty and wonderful
sparklin