Wine. They say the more it ages, the better it gets. Does the same apply to life? True, some things get better, such as being able to drink wine, but then there’s the end where your body starts to fail on you. We started with no responsibilities or cares. Maybe those were better times.
Karl
Wind isn’t a great thing. Sure, moses got drunk off of it once, but it makes my parents cheek’s look really red. Then I feel embarassed and they end up acting flustered…really flustered. I’m pretty sure they don’t get drunk off of it, just a little tipsy.
Sam
It was a sort of violent – wait, no, it was more of a maroonish color. Whatever color “red” grapes are, the wine was that color. I guess there’s no name for the color, it’s just called wine.
josebachachicken
i love wine.
red wine, white wine, blush
with fish, with beef, with pasta
with pizza, with fries, with chocolate
cabernet, merlot, zinfandel
calliope
Wine is delicious. I drank a lot of fantastic wine and then I visited my crazy neighbor and was very thankful that I had drank so much.
Debra Ray
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G
I really like it. Last night I drank almost a full bottle with the soup I made. I used to only like red wine but lately I’ve developed a taste for white. I almost like it more now. The first alcohol I ever purchased was a bottle of wine. Actually, that was the bottle I had yesterday. I like that it comes from grapes and I like the fullness of it. Over all it’s my favourite.
Anonymous
it makes me think of grapes and vineyards and nature.
then it also makes me think of being a middle aged woman and looking forward to having girls nights
Allie
Wine red, wine white, except that nobody really says things are white wine colored. Champagne, maybe. I have a bottle of red at home, unopened, uncharacteristically, for a dinner party, also uncharacteristic. It bespeaks class, wine does. But what of that? How classy are we? How is it more classy than beer? The elegance of a stem.
Anonymous
I love wine. It relaxes me and I am girly! What a girl gotta do when her body says give in, lol want some? i got red wine.
Girly
my mom drinks too much of it. it is completly overrated. people can get into trouble with it. it may have health benefits, but I don’t think it is really worth it. and it smells bad.
D.M.Jones
i don’t like wine, i get sick of wine easily, because i can’t drink. other people drink and it makes me sad that i can’t drink. i am always the designated driver/sober one and it really sucks. grr. i really hate wine. a lot. any kind. grrrrrrr.
Karah (kara.vallee@gmail.com)
I never really liked wine. But it was always so tempting to have a taste whenever my parents would pop into a bottle. Eventually I realized my taste for wine would never improve. I abhor you, wine. Absolutely. Good day.
Dave W.
I like the redness that slips over my tongue. It is like a velvet glove. I don’t care for whites in the same way, they aren’t as rich…don’t remind me of blood. Not as personal…not as full of living as I have left to do. Roomie and I love to drink together…little pieces of outselves get left in the bottom of our wine glasses. It is so personal.
strawbahre_fields@yahoo.com
Wine. The wine of life, the thing we all need to survive. I find myself thirsting for that, the cooling nectar that brings me to the threshold of something. Something I can’t possibly see, or touch, but I’m so close. Just so close. I try to take that final step, but the door shuts itself in my face. I take a sip, but it’s not the same. I can’t regain that innocent first taste, no matter how I try. The thirst is all I can feel.
UberEmo
My granny always drank wine. It was kinda weird. I’d see her sitting on a park bench her, withered old hand repeatedly bringing the paper bag to her lips. She didn’t smell to nice. I was young. Now it’s nothing I can’t handle. The bag goes to my lips and I drink
Shadows
the world is here as we are. Make the day one that will be an inspiration to the rest of the days.
kevster
sweet delicious tempting, soothing and warm relaxes the mind, body and soul
ruby deep and delicious
jules
She tipped the galss of wine back and through the glass to the floor. She was sick of thsi life style of the rich and famous she jsut wanted to be left alone. she was sick of the lonely nights or the mindless fucks, of the flavor of cheap bardou.
Nia
I taste the thick flavor on my tongue i gulp it down bad of me i know my mother always said t osavor wine because you never know when it will be your last drop. the flavor
wine
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Colby
She had never been known as a good girl. Her drinking habits were out of control and public drunkennes was the norm for her. Growing up as an aristrocarat, they made her try wine of course. She spat it out immmediately. She scowled with disgust. “Beer is better.”
Alex
glasses of wine are what keep me going. Hold a glass and look like you know what the world is about
Sophistication or insecurity? I dont know which it is but I suspect the latter.
Lee
I think of paris, france tradition to sip wine with dinner and just a glass of water. I was there this past summer and I saw even children drinking wine with their parents. I think of red, white, dark colors, a new york pent house
bachelor pad…dark chocolate wood and jazz music
Colby
dark. deep. Romantic. Sitting around a table sipping from a half filled glass. Exotic. Mature…. Sophisticated. Memories. Curled up by the fireside with a book in one hand and a glass in the other.
Samantha Emmison
A delicious liquid of fine purple elegance. Derived from the juices of sweet grapes, fermented and enjoyed in a big round shaped glass.
I’ve never tried it, but I’m sure it’s good.
Joe
i really like wine because it makes you feel good. I am a fan of white wine because it isnt quite as harsh as red. I’ve heard that red is actually better for you though because it can actually reduce your chance of getting cancer.
Nick
what i am drinking now. a very comforting beverage, of many moods. can be used for good or evil, and talk about a range of quality! some of it detestable, and some divine…
girlheel
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Anonymous
It’s color seduces me directly. Far more than potential intoxication from intruiging flavors. Wine itself is veil like: sheer, billowing, scented, a bisexual flirt.
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it gets you drunk and is very elegant
Riley
sipping red liquid
overflowing glasses
wine and the dreams of excess
stroking red silk
no longer asking
a wrecking ball in a red dress
red wine
white wine
you’ll be all mine,
drowning my sorrows in booze.
chimm
Bring the wine,
and drink to “us.”
That false image
of love
and happiness.
Drink, baby,
drink.
Rhane Yarbrough
wine
Anonymous
why do you cry so much, you filthy sob story? I come to you and bring you this fine bottle and you just hurt me and tell me that you are depressed and cannot live on. Like the depth of the caverns of the Montressori, you are dark, dank and filled with vinegar.
Mike D
embriagante
perruno
risas
Pao
i like wine. I prefer red to white. And hate rose.
I drink wine with italian food.
derka
He drank the wine joyously. “This is splendid occasion!”, he boisterously announced to the crowd. Everyone was laughing, their spirits high.
Nyxtrisk
The wine was beautiful. Deep, dark red. It poured out of the bottle, sparkling. She stared into it as, not focusing on the world around her at all. What she didn’t notice, though, was that there was someone watching her.
Zed
The wine was sweet and sharp. After a few glasses, her vision began to swim pleasantly, making the world seem brighter and much, much funnier than usual.
“Maybe we should go to bed,” Alex chuckled, taking her by the arm.
Bed? With him? She tried to argue, but everything was so wobbly and he was so warm…
Wine. They say the more it ages, the better it gets. Does the same apply to life? True, some things get better, such as being able to drink wine, but then there’s the end where your body starts to fail on you. We started with no responsibilities or cares. Maybe those were better times.
Wind isn’t a great thing. Sure, moses got drunk off of it once, but it makes my parents cheek’s look really red. Then I feel embarassed and they end up acting flustered…really flustered. I’m pretty sure they don’t get drunk off of it, just a little tipsy.
It was a sort of violent – wait, no, it was more of a maroonish color. Whatever color “red” grapes are, the wine was that color. I guess there’s no name for the color, it’s just called wine.
i love wine.
red wine, white wine, blush
with fish, with beef, with pasta
with pizza, with fries, with chocolate
cabernet, merlot, zinfandel
Wine is delicious. I drank a lot of fantastic wine and then I visited my crazy neighbor and was very thankful that I had drank so much.
red wine drunk house collage offie college road first year school uniform party house party balconny throwing bread at police
I really like it. Last night I drank almost a full bottle with the soup I made. I used to only like red wine but lately I’ve developed a taste for white. I almost like it more now. The first alcohol I ever purchased was a bottle of wine. Actually, that was the bottle I had yesterday. I like that it comes from grapes and I like the fullness of it. Over all it’s my favourite.
it makes me think of grapes and vineyards and nature.
then it also makes me think of being a middle aged woman and looking forward to having girls nights
Wine red, wine white, except that nobody really says things are white wine colored. Champagne, maybe. I have a bottle of red at home, unopened, uncharacteristically, for a dinner party, also uncharacteristic. It bespeaks class, wine does. But what of that? How classy are we? How is it more classy than beer? The elegance of a stem.
I love wine. It relaxes me and I am girly! What a girl gotta do when her body says give in, lol want some? i got red wine.
my mom drinks too much of it. it is completly overrated. people can get into trouble with it. it may have health benefits, but I don’t think it is really worth it. and it smells bad.
i don’t like wine, i get sick of wine easily, because i can’t drink. other people drink and it makes me sad that i can’t drink. i am always the designated driver/sober one and it really sucks. grr. i really hate wine. a lot. any kind. grrrrrrr.
I never really liked wine. But it was always so tempting to have a taste whenever my parents would pop into a bottle. Eventually I realized my taste for wine would never improve. I abhor you, wine. Absolutely. Good day.
I like the redness that slips over my tongue. It is like a velvet glove. I don’t care for whites in the same way, they aren’t as rich…don’t remind me of blood. Not as personal…not as full of living as I have left to do. Roomie and I love to drink together…little pieces of outselves get left in the bottom of our wine glasses. It is so personal.
Wine. The wine of life, the thing we all need to survive. I find myself thirsting for that, the cooling nectar that brings me to the threshold of something. Something I can’t possibly see, or touch, but I’m so close. Just so close. I try to take that final step, but the door shuts itself in my face. I take a sip, but it’s not the same. I can’t regain that innocent first taste, no matter how I try. The thirst is all I can feel.
My granny always drank wine. It was kinda weird. I’d see her sitting on a park bench her, withered old hand repeatedly bringing the paper bag to her lips. She didn’t smell to nice. I was young. Now it’s nothing I can’t handle. The bag goes to my lips and I drink
the world is here as we are. Make the day one that will be an inspiration to the rest of the days.
sweet delicious tempting, soothing and warm relaxes the mind, body and soul
ruby deep and delicious
She tipped the galss of wine back and through the glass to the floor. She was sick of thsi life style of the rich and famous she jsut wanted to be left alone. she was sick of the lonely nights or the mindless fucks, of the flavor of cheap bardou.
I taste the thick flavor on my tongue i gulp it down bad of me i know my mother always said t osavor wine because you never know when it will be your last drop. the flavor
alreayd worte this one
She had never been known as a good girl. Her drinking habits were out of control and public drunkennes was the norm for her. Growing up as an aristrocarat, they made her try wine of course. She spat it out immmediately. She scowled with disgust. “Beer is better.”
glasses of wine are what keep me going. Hold a glass and look like you know what the world is about
Sophistication or insecurity? I dont know which it is but I suspect the latter.
I think of paris, france tradition to sip wine with dinner and just a glass of water. I was there this past summer and I saw even children drinking wine with their parents. I think of red, white, dark colors, a new york pent house
bachelor pad…dark chocolate wood and jazz music
dark. deep. Romantic. Sitting around a table sipping from a half filled glass. Exotic. Mature…. Sophisticated. Memories. Curled up by the fireside with a book in one hand and a glass in the other.
A delicious liquid of fine purple elegance. Derived from the juices of sweet grapes, fermented and enjoyed in a big round shaped glass.
I’ve never tried it, but I’m sure it’s good.
i really like wine because it makes you feel good. I am a fan of white wine because it isnt quite as harsh as red. I’ve heard that red is actually better for you though because it can actually reduce your chance of getting cancer.
what i am drinking now. a very comforting beverage, of many moods. can be used for good or evil, and talk about a range of quality! some of it detestable, and some divine…
red yummy wet grape france italy drunk spaghetti galric glass bottled box sangria spain bull hungover stains white rose chilled fridge many types cassi rh
It’s color seduces me directly. Far more than potential intoxication from intruiging flavors. Wine itself is veil like: sheer, billowing, scented, a bisexual flirt.
it gets you drunk and is very elegant
sipping red liquid
overflowing glasses
wine and the dreams of excess
stroking red silk
no longer asking
a wrecking ball in a red dress
red wine
white wine
you’ll be all mine,
drowning my sorrows in booze.
Bring the wine,
and drink to “us.”
That false image
of love
and happiness.
Drink, baby,
drink.
wine
why do you cry so much, you filthy sob story? I come to you and bring you this fine bottle and you just hurt me and tell me that you are depressed and cannot live on. Like the depth of the caverns of the Montressori, you are dark, dank and filled with vinegar.
embriagante
perruno
risas
i like wine. I prefer red to white. And hate rose.
I drink wine with italian food.
He drank the wine joyously. “This is splendid occasion!”, he boisterously announced to the crowd. Everyone was laughing, their spirits high.
The wine was beautiful. Deep, dark red. It poured out of the bottle, sparkling. She stared into it as, not focusing on the world around her at all. What she didn’t notice, though, was that there was someone watching her.
The wine was sweet and sharp. After a few glasses, her vision began to swim pleasantly, making the world seem brighter and much, much funnier than usual.
“Maybe we should go to bed,” Alex chuckled, taking her by the arm.
Bed? With him? She tried to argue, but everything was so wobbly and he was so warm…