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Know thy sacred soul
This sucks the hind teat.
How many spelling misteaks are their in this sentence?
Na, she's righted again," said a cool young fisherman, "and they've gotten down that unchancy mast. They maun have stout hearts and skeely hands that work her; but it's for life, and that learns folk baith pith and lear. There! - but it's owre now.
A blot in thy escutcheon to all futurity.
There's no "I" in team, but there is an M.E.Team-- M.e. Brines
Beauty is beauty.
he was saying was
Oh... It's a thing.
There's meaning in thy snores.
It's not what it isn't.
I see that you have made three spelling mistakes.
What relish is in this? How runs the stream?
Or I am mad, or else this is a dream.
Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep.
If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!
It is what it is. It, meaning terrorism. Terrorism is what it is,
If every t isn't crossed and every I isnt dotted ...
Whether goest, griefe? where I am wont.
In sooth I know not why I am so sad.
It wearies me, you say it wearies you;
But how I caught it, found it, or came by it,
What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born,
I am to learn; ...
Tis the night - the night
Of the grave's delight,
And the warlocks are at their play;
Ye think that without
The wild winds shout,
But no, it is they - it is they.
Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce.
I am other I now.-- James Joyce
Though thou wert scattered to the wind, Yet is there plenty of the kind.
Every smart / Is eased in telling.
But it's awluz jis' so; people dat's sot, stays sot; dey won't look into noth'n'en fine it out f'r deyselves, en when you fine it out en tell um 'bout it, dey doan' b'lieve you.
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
and makes me end where I begun.
When I speak, I speaks.
If is a word for fools.
It sucked me first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled be;
What is thine is mine, and all mine is thine.
You'se something tuh make uh man forgit to git old and forgit tuh die.
In sooth, thy life sounds passing strange and shitty.
You don't spell it, son. You eat it.
Thee onnlly wway ttoo ccope withh ssometthingg ddeadly sseriouss iss ttoo ttry ttoo trreatt itt a llittlle lligghtly.
Be careful of your spelling, if an o can make count cunt, what it might do to you.
Eat it or wear it
That old black magic has me in its spell.
To fine folkes a little ill finely wrapt.
The majority of men are curtailed "I's"; what was planned by nature as a possibility capable of being sharpened into an I is soon dulled into a third person.
A man called, wanting to borrow a rope. "You cannot have it," said Nasrudin. "Why not?" "Because it is in use." "But I can see it just lying there, on the ground." "That's right: that's its use.
It is a basilisk unto mine eye, Kills me to look on't.
It glistens, it gleams, I
Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day.
I' is Absolute; it has been possessed by the ghosts of 'my'!
A word only writes
Its night and rides
Its dream.
use in even trying to. I-- K. Bromberg
Dare something worthy.
Only, it's not an it. It's a her. A zombie. A woman. A zombie woman. She's older than Janine, closer to my age, maybe early thirties, missing a little bit of her face, but otherwise sort of pretty in a melancholy way.
I'm the worst speller on the planet. I'm so glad for spellcheck on my phone.
Death carries with it a certain dread. It [is] the enemy, the great, mysterious monster that makes people quake with fear.
It's a strange world
The gowne is his that we ares it, and the world his that enjoyes it.
Write it down and it will come alive.
Sure, there's no 'i' in team, but there is an 'm' and an 'e'.Team-- Kevin Myers
Know thy Creator.
It's dogged as does it.
Grammar, you're the pickiest noun I know.
Thou art a votary to fond desire
If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine, Thou robb'st me of a moiety.
The I is the soul, which endures.
I do not think, I note
Likest thou jelly within thy doughnut?
The picture waits for my verdict; it is not to command me, but I am to settle its claim to praise.
Knowledge enlightens.
Writing's in the nouns.
The thing of courage
As rous'd with rage doth sympathise,
And, with an accent tun'd in self-same key,
Retorts to chiding fortune.
I shall arise and go to Innisfree
The nuttes schell, thocht it be hard and teuch,Haldis the kirnill, and is delectabill.Sa lyis thair ane doctrine wyse aneuch,And full of fruit, under ane fenyeit Fabill.
change was coming
Seems does not make it so.
I am a verb, not a noun.
But come bad chance
And wee joyne to it our strength
And wee teach it art and length
It selfe o'er us to advance.
if I have aught it is gave from Thy Hand
Trus, is a word that has to be earned.
Life is science.
Viceis a creature of such heejous mienthat th' more ye see it th' betther ye like it.
Tis reason's part
To govern and to guard the heart,
To lull the wayward soul to rest,
When hopes and fears distract the breast;
Reason may calm this doubtful strife,
And steer thy bark through various life.
Bad spelling can be lethal.
It ... whatever 'it' is, has swallowed me and I lie here in the pit of its cold dark stomach being eaten alive by its bile and I ... I don't even know if I want to be saved.
hey people im just chillin as usaual
You may lay to that.
Someone has to dot God's i's.
At this hour of the morning, and knock sleepy people up out of their beds, I presume that it is
My wife complained
GOD IS YOUR THOUGHTS
But since 'tis as 'tis, why, it might have been worse, and I feel my thanks accordingly.
foe harm by putting your
Thou art to me a delicious torment.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow.
What I see is sacred.
Your name's longer'n you are.
What language are you talking in now? It appears to be bollocks.
It is time for thee to be gone, lest the age more decent in its wantonness should laugh at thee and drive thee of the stage.
[Lat., Tempus abire tibi est, ne ...
Rideat et pulset lasciva decentius aetas.]
Nothing is more horrible than my self in the mirror of hysteria. Nothing is more vulgar than my style in the hands of another. Toimitate me is to punish me.
(Stoop) if you are abcedminded, to this claybook, what curios of sings (please stoop), in this allaphbed! Can you rede (since We and Thou had it out already) its world?
Thy impudence has a monstrous beauty, like the hindquarters of an elephant.
What is aught but as 'tis valued?
A holy habit clenseth not a foule soule.
Tis pleasant to have a large heap to take from.
I is what I is, and I'm not changing,
Of all the horrid, hideous notes of woe, Sadder than owl-songs or the midnight blast; Is that portentous phrase, I told you so.
Thy food is such
As hath been belch'd on by infected lungs.