Stale Tracks

Stale bread.

Stale and Orphaned

That's a stale one

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Yes, but the whole thing is stale now... it's stale... has lost its appeal, the editor won't print it.

And it never faded, never got stale.

The longing to end a stale affair

Primigenous, stale, a hashup of last week's news...

The river. It smells like marigolds. Stale ones.

It was great. Better than the school store's stale bread.

For the gossip of virgins Now grown old and stale

It's just stale air, Eleanor. No, that other smell... Awful.

It's no use, Grace. The air in here is stale.

The younger generation feels stifled by their elders stale, protectionist policies.

I went to the local baker and took their stale bread.

Why? Well, I guess he thought he was going stale here.

Let's see what Miss McCardle is hoarding. Probably maraschino cherries and stale crackers.

Taste

Taste

You've got taste in clothes, taste in food....

And you could taste herbs, you could taste spices.

No taste?

Taste it.

Taste? Maybe.

Extraordinary taste.

Taste good?

Your taste in music, your taste in art, your politics.

Political slogans, however high sounding, become stale when their purveyors fail to make good on their promises.

What fantastic taste.

Such mediocre taste.

What bizarre taste.

You taste good.

Don't taste bad.

I mean, taste.

Here, taste this.

You taste good.

An unusual taste!

Babies love the taste of sweet and hate the taste of bitter.

The taste is delicious.

At least, taste it.

What's it taste of?

It's always about taste.

You have some taste.

Bittersweet this would taste