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DY-N-AMITE
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Tritons Trident!
Does Raggedy Ann have a cotton crotch?
I love Kate Moss. I've worked with her a couple of times, and she is a great girl, really funny and easy to work with.
Pissy is a nice way to say bitchy, but I'm okay with it.
Isaac Rothe, Matthias
I jammed my hand in my jacket pocket, bracing myself fo the next hit, and fel something. Something grainy and samll, sticking to the tips of my fingers: the sand from Commons Park.
Oh Cass, I thought. I miss you so, so much.
Mouldy blanket? ALBUS
She's like a dessert-hoarding dragon." Alys
Squirrelpaw!" Brambleclaw's
sand-bar, sorrowful
I use a pick in my hair without force.
You use a lawn mower-you got peat moss.
Ours is only a little power, seems like, next to theirs," Moss said. "But it goes down deep. It's all roots. It's like an old blackberry thicket. And a wizard's power's like a fir tree, maybe, great and tall and grand, but it'll blow right down in a storm. Nothing kills a blackberry bramble.
Derek Randall bats like an octopus with piles
The thick plottens.
He feels like velvet,
Voluptuous and enveloping like layers of precious fabrics
Dewerman was this bearded 1960's throwback: a Teletubby in tie-dye, suspenders, and thinning hair scraped back into a stringy gray rat.
So weenybeenyveenyteeny.
Noodly: the act of being noodle-like, as in, Vivia drinks one Red Beach and she feels noodly.
All the rare and royal names
Wormy sheepskin yet retains
A rolling stone gathers no moss
The color of her eyes was mossy gold. It make me want to write crap poetry and hire a skywriter. Quinn Sullivan
a furtive groove
Ronald Isley is a musical genius.
Grody is in the eye of the beholder.
dropsy. He had been subject to spasms, and in consequence of
A distinctly ordinary player of extraordinary dirtiness.
Arty. To me the word's got as much venom associated with it as 'wacky'.
This soft grass suggests 'softness' to me, but also at the same time 'lying-down-ness'.
Oh, don't mind Humpty. He's inhaled a hell of a lot of super-glue.
It is the horrible texture of a fabric that should be woven of ships' cables and hawsers. A Polar wind blows through it, and birds of prey hover over it.
nineties Ross Gellar hair.
A purring noise woke him. Something furry was curled on his chest. Jarby opened one eye slowly. Something black, white, buff, and lemon-smelling. He glared at her and groaned. Stupid wytzl. Buffi chirruped and fluttered away to Poke.
Icecloud, and Hazeltail. Leafpool twitched
Humid the air! Leafless, yet soft as spring. The tender purple spray on copse and briers! And that sweet city with her dreaming spires, she needs not June for beauty's heightening. Lovely all the time she lies ...
voluptuous sluggard,
Her wavy blond hair
Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades High over-arch'd imbower.
Paint me the bold anfractuous rocks Faced by the snarled and yelping seas.
Astonishingly slimy and dangerous
Sex game kinky, niggas call me Pinky
The perfection of rottenness.
Baobab. Away in the distance I could see the cloud-softened
Ruthy's got the curves of the Scalextric he had once gotten for Christmas.
lush and flagitious mistresses. It
SCARAMOUCHE Rafael
He [Mr. Snagsby] is a mild, bald, timid man with a shining head and a scrubby clump of black hair sticking out at the back. He tends to meekness and obesity.
A squalid phantasmagoria of breath
Fuck a Smurf and call him Gimpy, is that who I think it is?
What's that smell?" Reynolds asked.
That smell is the stuff they grow mushrooms in."
DeForrest sniffed the air. "Shit?" he asked.
Captain Suzie shrugged. "Manure.
Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows.
Rotten like fish eyes in a barrel.
Stuart Davises he
The pink tips were pure punk, but the bleach blond roots were positively Malfoy-esque.
Brainy. Definitely the new Sexy.
A flip dark chill winter bastard though dry
He must needes go that the dyvell dryveth.
On the mound is Randy Jones, the left-hander with the Karl Marx hairdo.
Dicey looked out over the tall marsh grasses, blowing in the wind. If the wind blew, the grasses had to bend with it.
Shprintzl Rudashevsky's wide face takes on a philosophical, even mystic, blankness. She looks like she's wetting her pants and enjoying the warmth.
There is nothing more painful in the world than Aly when she makes her big eyes. She makes her big hurt eyes, there's nothing you can do. She just kills you.
That sounds like bulshytt!
The softness of the summer day like an ermine paw.
I'm the male Kate Moss.
jessamine. Flowering
Sai-Liber is my family name.Much like Wayfairer.You may call me Tetraphrimaportacheeq.It is much simpler."
To who? I'd barely got it out the first time.
Madeline Hatter. Her lavender-streaked teal hair exploded around her in messy curls. The polka-dotted, striped, and lacy layers of her skirt were bunched and fluffed. Her teacup hat tilted low over one ear. "Whoops,
All right, Planty, time's up.
The cool, lithe, cynical, and unconquered lord of the housetops.
Swathed in an old tweed coat on which the damp had settled like a thousand tiny pearls.
Clever name by the way Basil Pearl, spicy and cultured, sweet jewels with a twist of savory."
~ Ron Shaw, The Ron Shaw Show
woollyheads and silvergrays, and am unable to understand
Amidst the soft variety I'm lost.
Gundhrold's head lowered until his massive beak was only inches away from Amos's nose. "I am a son of the desert. This was once my home - the home of all my kind. I know every crag, every slope, every crick and hollow-"
Amos rolled his eyes. "Every blatherin' speck o' sand?
How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!
Squamous. He did not need to look it up. He knew. They
Thou art moist and soft clay; thou must instantly be shaped by the glowing wheel.
[Lat., Udum et molle lutum es: nunc, nunc properandus et acri
Fingendus sine fine rota.]
Hyacinth. Please forgive me.
Frightfully pale and perpetually odd
coat that she always
(a specially oily old gentleman in a blanket, with a swan's-down tippet for a beard, and a web of cracks all over him like rich pie-crust),
I'm not a phsyco I just like phsycotic things
The sea, the snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea.
Hyt is not al golde that glareth.
You should see what she's wearing, Callie. It's velvet. Canary yellow velvet. Turban to match. She looks like a furry banana.
Grumpy is her favorite dwarf.
Why don't you compare me to Sally Jessy Raphael?
Frosty girl, plain and colorless, who protected herself against a world she disliked by a mask-like expression and a hypertrophy of intellect.
Hissy, hissy, little snakey, Slither on the floor, You be good to Morfin Or he'll nail you to the door.
Each moss,
Each shell, each drawling insect, holds a rank
Important in the plan of Him who fram'd
This scale of beings; holds a rack which, lost
Would break the chain, and leave behind a gap
Which Nature's self would rue.
The beautiful uncut hair of graves.
A grey wrinkled vastness, like the residue of a dream
She's soft and she's gentle and sweet as can be, and if Sharmon needs squeezin', then leave it to me.
His hair is like feathers.
Shaggy wrapper, flapping hat, and muddy legs, was rather
Legacy Damian Green
By cool Siloam's shady rill How sweet the lily grows!
Green hills wash sunlight blue.
That Reyes Farrow boy.