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Such things happen," said Too-ticky
A crier of green sauce.
Tangle me up like Grandma's yarn,
Layney Logan, there are two things in this world you don't need to question. One is gravity." He tilted my chin to force me to look him in the eye. The sudden intimacy shocked me. "The other is Layney Logan.
Does Raggedy Ann have a cotton crotch?
I love you, Ivey, and you got a name you gave yourself that means somethin' to you but I still want you to take mine.
It's Helena Handbasket.
The right words can bind someone more effectively than chains.
Wanting nothing more than for it to unravel, unbind.
Huntleigh's (Yes, I gave them a cheesy couple name in my mind)
untie. Clove Hitch
Hermy-own-ninny.-- J.k. Rowling
She tangled her words
like matted fishing lines
Around your skin, I tie and untie mine.
Mouse-brained fool
Strap On spelled backwards is No Parts. Just sayin'.
Katniss the mockingjay
Twelve-year-old Islay. Good stuff if you liked peat, smoke, earth, rain, despair, and the Atlantic Ocean, and who doesn't like that?
Cool isn't for sale at the bondage store. You make it up yourself, pull it outta your asshole, your own unique brand that starts when you're born, and when you die, it's gone.
Arty. To me the word's got as much venom associated with it as 'wacky'.
dropsy. He had been subject to spasms, and in consequence of
Ayo for yayo
Walk around with yayo, all in my nasal
I must have been craze yo
If you are aware of the kind of hunger, regrets and frustrations that follows rumpy pumpy, you would stir clear from hanky panky.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN "Y
Places: a cold, bleak, lonely day on the rim at Muley Point, Utah. And the heart-cracking loveliness of the blood-smeared, bitter, incomprehensible slaughterhouse of a world ...
My Little Pegasus pyjamas, the
You're pulling a Lassie on me, aren't you?
Binder didn't plan on being disappointed either. He felt a growing obsession to unstring the secrets the house held, to unravel the Gordian knot time and myth had only tightened.
London is speared by the tube map of fashion zone: zone one is classic-edgy, zone two is edgy-dowdy while the counties do a classic, edgy, dowdy hotch potch - epitomised so beautifully by Kate Moss.
Some people call me Dougie Fresh. I don't know why.
The twelve months ...
Snowy, Flowy, Blowy,
Showery, Flowery, Bowery,
Hoppy, Croppy, Droppy,
Breeze, Sneezy, Freezy.
Well, I've done a lot of strips since I've been here about Zippy and me being in Connecticut.
boundbydad: thrust your fierce quavering manpole at me, stud
grayscale: your dastardly appendage engorges me with hellfire
boundbydad: my search party is creeping into your no man's land
grayscale: baste me like a thanksgiving turkey!!!
You're not from around here, are you? Can't be. Why would we name it I-YOU-POO-Y? Really? Say the letters. I-U-P-U-I.
Untie me so I can kill you.
Dweller in yon dungeon dark, Hangman of creation, mark! Who in widow weeds appears, Laden with unhonoured years, Noosing with care a bursting purse, Baited with many a deadly curse?
The Homestuck-ery of it all!Homestuck-Ery-- Me
Bad spellers of the world untie!
Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud.
One day a pickaninny was happy and the next the light was gone from them; in between they had been introduced to a new reality of bondage.
This is how looseLoose-- Gary Keller
Mom once told me Aly had me wrapped around her little finger. She'd been wrong. Aly had held me in the palm of her hand.
Lonny Zone stepped forward, tall and cadaverous, moving with the slow undersea grace of his addiction.
Loyalty binds me,
Tweedle dee and tweedle dum
What Rob Brezsny does with words is grammarye, the Old English term for magic. With his strange brew of macho feminism and poetic rationalism, Brezsny weaves a yarn crazy enough to be true and real enough to subvert the literalist virus of cynicism now immobilizing the collective mindscape.
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.
Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
poxy shitweasel,
I am incredibly jammy. I really am.
Bind me-I still can sing-
Banish-my mandolin
Strikes true within-
Slay-and my Soul shall rise
Chanting to Paradise-
Still thine.
Crikey means gee whiz, wow!
That's Right Hunny-B
If your
hands are tied towards
anyone who's in need of
a helping hand, let your
tangue also be tied
What's got your jockstrap in a wad? (Abbie)
What is sweeter than lettered ease?
To fine folkes a little ill finely wrapt.
All the rare and royal names
Wormy sheepskin yet retains
New Jersey gives us glue.
I ink, therefore I ham.
Clippy got that pervert-on-the-playground look again..
Katey's the hottest bookworm you'll ever meet. If you took all the books that she's read and piled them in a stack, you could climb to the Milky Way.
I'm crepuscular.
Feely had the knack of being able to screw one side of her face into a witchlike horror while keeping the other as sweet and demure as any maiden from Tennyson. It was perhaps, the one thing I envied her.
Show me your Booty **** Oh Oh Oh Oh
So weenybeenyveenyteeny.
It is that word 'hunny,' my darlings, that marks the first place in The House at Pooh Corner at which Tonstant Weader fwowed up.
I don't like 'cool telly.'
Lawdy Mama, those Friday nights when Suzy wore her dresses down tight.
If you pull a rope and some duct tape out of those saddlebags, I'm going to freak.
Jeana E. Mann. Intoxicated (Kindle Locations 746-747).
Cranberry Catsup
To whom the wilie Adder, blithe and glad.
Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I.
prestidigitator,
Dance of the Sugar Plum Bikey. Yes, that's got a nice ring to it.
My Becca's home.
Land of my sires! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand!
waistcoat-pocket,
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
What do you call a kid with no arms and an eyepatch? Names.
hospital johnny.
Holey? You have the the whole world of ear-related humor before you, you go for holey?
A fiery soul, which, working out its way, Fretted the pygmy-body to decay, And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay. A daring pilot in extremity; Pleas'd with the danger, when the waves went high He sought the storms.
Call me Tanny, please. Montana is what my Master calls me.
Are you a wedgie?" Asked Massie. "No." "Then why are you all up in my butt?" Said Massie
I tried to do my bracelet up, but couldn't get the clasp to fasten, and before I tossed it across the room, Will grabbed my hand and fixed the silver clasp for me.
"Jesus, Mark, surely Batman can do up his own bracelets."
"Batman. Bat. Man, Will," I reminded him. "I'm not Magneto.
It will be in the key of delicious. - Bucky
Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast, With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts- O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power So to seduce!
look at Caroline's hands.
Matty told Hatty about a thing she saw, had two big horns and a wooly jaw.
Mouth cat's-cradled with filaments of gleaming cheese.
THE NAME THOUGHT OUT TO BE SPOKEN
Itchy, itchy, itchy, yo.
Scratchy, scratchy, scratchy, yo.
Itchy, itchy, itchy, yo.
Poison summac daddy. Got an itch real baddy.
Zip! Back to the mansion. Zip! to Market Square. Zip! and there was the castle yet again. She was getting the hang of it. Zip! Here was Upper Folding - but how did you stop? Zip! "Oh, confound it!" Sophie cried, almost in Marsh Folding again.
Paddles and floggers and whips, oh my! - Location 3816
The words in this book are all phooey. When you say them, your lips will make slips and back flips and your tongue may end up in Saint Looey!
Pyp had stabbed a turnip with his knife. "The night is dark and full of turnips," he announced in a solemn voice. "Let us all pray for venison, my children, with some onions and a bit of tasty gravy.
Bulgy Bears," said
Making knots. Making knots. No word. Making knots. Tick-tock. This is a clock. Do not think of Gale. Do not think of Peeta. Making knots.
They call me the trippy king.