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This is desire, daughter, the endless piercing that informs the universe throughout eternity,
I see you're looking at my cuff buttons.
I hadn't been looking at them, but I did now.
He needs a looser association. He needs something that implies a man who wants the ice shard to remain in his chest, who's learned to love the sensation of being pierced.
Sing, of delight drink deep,
Drain spring by cups, not by thimbles.
Heart step up your beat!
Our breasts be the brass of cymbals.
The pearl on my beloved's neck, Afflicted sore the oyster!
The cuff, unmistakably, was the twin to the one Damen wore, altered last night by a blacksmith for Laurent's finer wrist. Damen said, 'Wear it for me.' For
Penetrates your iris, tenderest of sphincters,
I've had everything pierced at some point.
The French cook; we open tins.
Dylan Quinn's knickers,
I have, of all the inglorious things, a malignant hemorrhoid. What color bracelet does one wear for that? And where does one wear it? And what slogan is apropos? Perhaps that slogan can be sewn in needlepoint around the ruffle on a cover for my embarrassing little doughnut buttocks pillow.
His Tender Roni.
I have a heart-shaped hole. Like an empty bird's next, it rests among marigold-hued ruffles above the topmost hook of my corset.
The hole was not left by something removed, but for something anticipated.
cheek, the one so disfigured by that
a bronze lustre; pearls were twisted round her wrists
And the sculptor woman was so clever in the way she did it. She had the beret just about to leave my hand. So it's attached to this finger and that's what will keep it there. And I'm looking up at it, so there's no question but that that beret is going to fly.
I'm reminded of a female patient who was particularly aroused by the shape of her husband's shoulder. And this hint of perversion should ideally remain a secret for both partners.
The silky dressing gown was open, revealing his smooth, bare chest and, Curtis couldn't but notice, dark nipples, one of which - oh, good God - was pierced with a silver ring.
cheese cauldron.
A horny Igbo girl's nipple can be used to crush diamond
Teflon Panty Club
A fluent trumpeter with a bright tone and a forward-looking style ...
The secret of toe cleavage, a very important part of the sexuality of the shoe; you must only show the first two cracks.
My tongue is pierced with glass.
Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger,
Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Wear both of them, for both of them are thine.
It is Chastity, my brother. She that has that is clad in complete steel.
Then, with an extended, falling glissando of disgust, the whole string section, plus flutes and piccolo, surged toward the brass, leaving the music critic and his deed - an early evening frites and mayonnaise on Oude Hoogstraat - illuminated under a lonely chandelier.
It wasn't until I let go of the idea of the brass ring that it showed up, and fortunately for me, it coincided with getting clean.
She has that something, like the thread in a crystal-bead necklace. She holds it all together.
Milton, in his hand
The thing became a trumpet
What's the weirdest thing you've pierced?"
"Earlobes," he plainly stated.
"Earlobes?"
"Yeah," he said. "Once you've held a couple dozen penises in your hand, earlobes are just weird.
If you think that the brass is not blowing loud enough, mute it by a couple of degrees.
Five balls! Five bright brass balls!
To juggle with, my love, when the sky falls.
I want to give myself a ridiculous nickname. Something like "Knuckle Cock," only not so flowery and romantic sounding.
When I get back to L.A. I'm going to buy myself a Blackberry and a slew of French-cuffed shirts. Possibly a nipple ring.
There is a good look that I wear
like a blood clot. I have
sewn it over my left breast.
I have made a vocation of it.
Seine and Piave are silver spoons,
But the spoonbowl-metal is thin and worn
A crier of green sauce.
A single diamond brooch was her only adornment (one good piece, ladies, and choose it well; everything makes a statement, nothing speaks quite so loudly as cheapness).
That hole she had at the base of her belly must appear so useless to her; a prick can always be cut off, but how do you forget the emptiness of a vagina?
What the ever-loving knuckle fuck?
I have a plate on my neck. I had my neck fused.
Tin-Tin in your rattle skin
Dumbed and worn down -
Flushed pink-salmon suffering.
Belly strippers! The use of this device is one of the most highly prized - and highly priced - secrets of fast-money winners.
There is something deeply surreal about standing behind a female performer in hotpink peau de soie, a woman whose clitoris and perineum you have priorly seen, and watching her try to get a microwaved egg roll onto her plate with a cocktail fork.
- David Foster Wallace, "Big Red Son" (1998)
What's the handle, Zock?
It's kind of like wearing a baseball cup. I want to call it the Mangina." "That's a good name for it ... Where are the other vaginas you made?" Chandler brought over to me a plastic bag and dumped out all the failed vaginas on to his drafting table.
I'm missing a knuckle, it's crushed inside my hand at the moment.
I'm going to make a man bracelet. Let me see your wrist.
I have so many bras. I have so many, and then they get lost, and I look for a simple nude one to wear, and I can't find one because there's, like, lace and crazy colors that I never wear.
Holey? You have the the whole world of ear-related humor before you, you go for holey?
I've never been with a man who has a piercing before. The bar goes vertically, with one silver ball resting on the sensitive underside, and the other just where the head starts on the top of his shaft.
There was also the option of a "vest," which covered the marginally less shameful chest area. This area included the sensitive skin protrusions known as "nipples." I had no idea what purpose nipples served, though I did notice a pleasurable sensation when I tenderly stroked my fingers over them.
My dearest Miss Farthing, will you do me the unutterable honor of wearing this cheap bit of metal that will most likely turn your finger green, pretending to love and honor me as your husband for the purposes of subterfuge and stratagem?
It takes little talent to see what lies under one's nose, a good deal to know in what direction to point that organ.
A good surgeon needs courage for which a good pair of balls is a prerequisite,
Every time I read Erin Belieu work I'm pierced in that wonderful way poetry can.
La Griffe, "The Claw." Simple and small. The index finger goes through the hole near the blade. Favored by climbers and boaters.
This diamond has so many carats it's almost a turnip.
Thumbs grow into my throat.
I wear slaps like a spot of rouge.
He stepped forward, and as he did the left side of his coconut brassiere slipped down, revealing his left nipple. He shoved the coconut back into place. He didn't want to look unprofessional.
cast-iron erection, on
Brass is mistaken for gold more easily than clay is.
anglepoise lamp.
...a man within the breast...
Vagina Whisperer.
Mr. Sausage Nose
What the hell is an oboe?
Poking a lump of red Jello that jiggles outrageously, like a breast I once knew.
a Nean derthal with a badge.
louche, wearing a gauzy neck scarf and
What is a harp but an oversized cheese slicer with cultural pretensions?
There is a metal bar with two small balls, one at the top and one on the underside, in the end of his penis, and I'm completely thrown. Nate, my suit-wearing, conservative-looking except for the long hair thing boss has his penis pierced?
I do a mean mouth trumpet.
Hey, look, I just regenerated a finger. Guess which one.
I like the sparkle of the vibraphone.
How beautiful are these bangles! But if you put them on a man, he will not like it because he has assessed his own worth. One cannot be the 'thermometer (gauge)' as well as the 'fever', both cannot be one.
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtue we write in water.
The collar-bone is my favourite part of the human body.
My hearing has suffered seriously; just now I am obliged to have the assistance of an ear trumpet. Think of that, my beauty! - There 's a state for your old Lover to be in! - No more tender whisperings! Imagine sweet confessions to be made through an ear trumpet!
What in the name of Voldy's pasty-white rear end was that?
treatment. You know, champagne, caviar
Now I knew how women felt when they thought they were going to get a diamond ring and ended up with an onion ring
Phisoderm, not an inch spared, not the inside of my ears and nose,
Casket wreath* 13 Diabetes Insulin Leeches* 14 Hatchet embedded in skull Removal of hatchet, treatment of wound Larger
Oh, this I have to see. I love it when you go for the vernacular. Jugular.
Can you look at this brilliant wound?
There is no irritant as painful as an ace up your sleeve that you can never use; it's the kind of thing that causes oysters to produce pearls.
A woman's posterior is the key to my heart.
Flesh on the outside, metal on the inside.
In her bottled up is a woman peppery as curry,
a yam of a woman of butter and brass,
Who has not felt the beauty of a woman's arm? The unspeakable suggestions of tenderness that lie in the dimpled elbow, and all the varied gently-lessening curves, down to the delicate wrist, with its tiniest, almost imperceptible nicks in the firm softness.
bhole whose form no man might see.
I just lost a buttonhole.
You have a piercing."
"So I do."
"Didn't that hurt?"
"A bit.
Rubens! All bosom and bum, big cumulus clouds of pink flesh, eh? You can feel the heart beating like a kettledrum in a ton of that stuff. Every woman a bed; throw yourself on them, sink from sight.
If the nose has become a deeply disillusioned and grief-stricken organ in the modern world, then what of the ear? The poor little ear - such an innocent, intelligent and sensitive creature; in these times of such flagrant sonic brutality, the sense within the ear has much to contend with.
What has three eyes,
three nipples and two assholes?
Silk does for the body what diamonds do for the hand.
I guess the one thing that people don't know about me is, I had my belly button pierced but not anymore.