i was intrigued that i had alredy killed my pet cat many times and it still lives “i have looked at my liste of expariments ” i told my coleges “mutated fogs and froges, enlaregd bugs, mixed dana animols mutated and not mutated ” said i “but nothin can cep my cat dead just you triy i have you you dont belive me you think i wear a glove over my arm fore nothing!” as i said this i took of my glove and said “this is my robotik arm my real arm was riped and shredid wen my cat trid to kill me i tried killing it by shoving it into my soper blender those of you how have sean my soper blender know that it has 627 blades my arm was shredid and my cat died or so i thout but it got out 5 hours later looking for reveng it stil trid killing me but somthing was difrint i thout somthing about the ies and the mouth then it toulked it said that it would never stop tring to kil me but wold go after me intil one of us was dead i shot its mouth of and it stil kept talking i shot its head of and it kept coming after me all it dide was rip a doles head of and put it wer its head was i say it becus it is not evin a cat enymore its bodum half is made frome the hands of its victumes!!!!!!” they just staerd
Caleb gayton
Espionage is a dangerous calling, but it cannot be resisted if it is in the blood. Political intrigue, futuristic weaponry, and glamorous surroundings are the things that dreams are made of.
Regina
I was intrigued by the fact that the animal in questions was dominant in the pack. She often lurked about the fringe of the group and seemed to prefer to hunt alone. Continued observation is required to understand the social hierarchy.
Regina
It was intriguing that the young man would be so intrigued by the young girl before him, more so because of her intriguing love of the word ‘intrigue’ which was so overused that the young man nearly wanted to kill himself, should she ask him why he looked so intrigued.
My mind was in chaos. I couldn’t fully comprehend what I was seeing. My own image lay before me in the police sketchbook. But why? Why was it my image? What had I done? I knew instantly that there was danger in my future. I had been framed for something. Now I just had to wait for the officer to explain.
the intrigue snagged from the window’s wind
tugs me outside
to jollily frolic
to massage the very essence of life that treads within the nostril hairs of my nose!
Merely, a faint dog, can even inspire me today….
his muzzled mouth, that doesn’t have a muzzle,
daring, he is, to try to obey me today, for I am intrigued by it all!
I had no clue what the object was, but it intrigued me. A small, metallic thing I had dug up in my backyard. It was fairly dirty. Perhaps I should take it indoors and clean it? What could it be? It was roughly the size of my palm and oddly shaped. A medal, perhaps? But from what era? And who could it have belonged to? I just had to know. So off I went to clean it up.
Ruth Schneider
The dame stood there in a red dress, thighs up ta heaven, and all I could think about was the gun I knew she had nestled between her breasts. She was the picture of intrigue, had a smile that could put down puppies, and eyes that left your heart somewhere between an ice pick and an orgasm. She was coming to kill me, and she didn’t know that my knife would find a place between her ribs first.
wondering why
and how
fascination works
apathy endures
until shaken
winds of change
with no
objective
no warning
no promise
desire blooms
like a tender fool
willing
and then
wilting
you like espionage i did not know that regina!
good job soft ya im tolking too you yo waat!
i was intrigued that i had alredy killed my pet cat many times and it still lives “i have looked at my liste of expariments ” i told my coleges “mutated fogs and froges, enlaregd bugs, mixed dana animols mutated and not mutated ” said i “but nothin can cep my cat dead just you triy i have you you dont belive me you think i wear a glove over my arm fore nothing!” as i said this i took of my glove and said “this is my robotik arm my real arm was riped and shredid wen my cat trid to kill me i tried killing it by shoving it into my soper blender those of you how have sean my soper blender know that it has 627 blades my arm was shredid and my cat died or so i thout but it got out 5 hours later looking for reveng it stil trid killing me but somthing was difrint i thout somthing about the ies and the mouth then it toulked it said that it would never stop tring to kil me but wold go after me intil one of us was dead i shot its mouth of and it stil kept talking i shot its head of and it kept coming after me all it dide was rip a doles head of and put it wer its head was i say it becus it is not evin a cat enymore its bodum half is made frome the hands of its victumes!!!!!!” they just staerd
Espionage is a dangerous calling, but it cannot be resisted if it is in the blood. Political intrigue, futuristic weaponry, and glamorous surroundings are the things that dreams are made of.
I was intrigued by the fact that the animal in questions was dominant in the pack. She often lurked about the fringe of the group and seemed to prefer to hunt alone. Continued observation is required to understand the social hierarchy.
It was intriguing that the young man would be so intrigued by the young girl before him, more so because of her intriguing love of the word ‘intrigue’ which was so overused that the young man nearly wanted to kill himself, should she ask him why he looked so intrigued.
My mind was in chaos. I couldn’t fully comprehend what I was seeing. My own image lay before me in the police sketchbook. But why? Why was it my image? What had I done? I knew instantly that there was danger in my future. I had been framed for something. Now I just had to wait for the officer to explain.
the intrigue snagged from the window’s wind
tugs me outside
to jollily frolic
to massage the very essence of life that treads within the nostril hairs of my nose!
Merely, a faint dog, can even inspire me today….
his muzzled mouth, that doesn’t have a muzzle,
daring, he is, to try to obey me today, for I am intrigued by it all!
I had no clue what the object was, but it intrigued me. A small, metallic thing I had dug up in my backyard. It was fairly dirty. Perhaps I should take it indoors and clean it? What could it be? It was roughly the size of my palm and oddly shaped. A medal, perhaps? But from what era? And who could it have belonged to? I just had to know. So off I went to clean it up.
The dame stood there in a red dress, thighs up ta heaven, and all I could think about was the gun I knew she had nestled between her breasts. She was the picture of intrigue, had a smile that could put down puppies, and eyes that left your heart somewhere between an ice pick and an orgasm. She was coming to kill me, and she didn’t know that my knife would find a place between her ribs first.
wondering why
and how
fascination works
apathy endures
until shaken
winds of change
with no
objective
no warning
no promise
desire blooms
like a tender fool
willing
and then
wilting
Me and my sister love horses, we think they are beautiful, we get intrigued when see them.
The secret planning of something illicit. A secret love affair.
intrigue is something I don’t know about I have never heard of the word.