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It sometimes becomes difficult to tell when you're even creating a buzz. You know, everything in this game, it so relies on timing that that part is really important, and it's something that everyone tries to pay a lot of attention to.
Most people don't realize that the mind constantly chatters. And yet, that chatter winds up being the force that drives us much of the day in terms of what we do, what we react to, and how we feel.
Butterflies in your stomach. More like killer bees.
Listen," you said.
"To what? There's nothing."
"There is. Maybe not shopping centers and cars, but other things ... buzzing insects, racing ants, a slight wind making the tree creak, there's a honeyeater up there, scuttling around, and the camels are coming.
Roaming through the jungle of "Ohs" and "Ahs" searching for a more agreeable noise, I live a life of primitivity with the mind of a child and an unquenchable thirst for sharps and flats.
Things are going round and round in my head
or maybe my head is going round and round in things.
Noise creates dusty air in the mind!
You know, in the case of most of us, the mind is noisy, everlastingly chattering to itself , soliloquizing or chattering about something, or trying to talk to itself, to convince itself of
something; it is always moving, noisy.
Loud ringing noises, I've discovered, upset Mr.Peepers.
Coils within coils," murmured the cat. "Fleas upon fleas, idiots begetting idiots - "
"What?"
"Mmm, just thinking," whispered Mogget. "You should try it sometimes.
I feel the fluttering
of dragonflies - summer creatures
that have no use for words.
loud laughter mixed with the chirp of crickets. A moth hit
The quivering
of Psyche's butterflies.
Red lights, green lights, stop and go jive. Headlines, deadlines, jamming your mind.
...causing her eyes to bulge and her tongue to flick from behind her luscious lips, scaring away insects." - Amok 2015
YOU'RE just humming with sexual energy! Is it the fabric? Is it wearing tights?
Noise is the most impertinent of all forms of interruption. It is not only an interruption, but also a disruption of thought.
When you hear buzz around the beehive, you know they're making honey in there.
discombobulated around
I get the same buzz cleaning up the yard as Leo Tolstoy did from scything hay.
Mind chatter: a clatter of left-brain rains of doubt, worry, guilt, shame in a thunderstorm of fear. Forgive the chatter, clear your mind.
My legs tired, ain't your legs tired!? His legs ain't Tired! He Just ... Tinktinktinktinktinktink, TinktinkTinktinkTinktink!! Just paperclips and Sparks everywhere!
I'm annoying to be around because I keep twitching.
I am the ticking, i am the pulsing, i am underneath every part of this moment
The fierce overhead strip lighting buzzed like the memory of a head injury.
I live in the angle of a leaden wall, into whose composition was poured a little alloy of bell-metal. Often, in the repose of my mid-day, there reaches my ears a confused tintinnabulum from without. It is the noise of my contemporaries.
Life is a buzzer box. Poke it.
The enthusiasm that characterizes our time is, unlike current events, hopeful and, like all enthusiasms, playful. The energy that flashes through our electronics has leapt into most of our bloodstreams and brains.
I can hear my heart beating. I can hear my stomach growling. I can hear my teeth grinding and my joints creaking. My body's so noisy, I can't sleep.
As soon as I hear music, something in me starts to vibrate.
Sparks fly, it's like electricity ...
There's a massive glitter ball in my head and it has never stopped turning
Here comes the time when, vibrating on its stem, every flower fumes like a censer; noises and perfumes circle in the evening air.
His name, Buzz, fits. He can buzz along at 40 miles an hour when his genetic memory moves him.
Airwaves get buzzed from pot By Trevor Hughes,
I'm a tuning fork, tense and twanging all the time ...
I hear myself laughing, screeching, cackling. The world is red hot and pulsing. On fire [...] I stroll down the corridor and the flickering fluorescents celebrate my passing, humming in praise. I spin, bow and hum along. Bloody footprints trail; bloody fingers smear the walls.
Overhead, the glass envelope of the Insomnia Balloon is malfunctioning. It blinks on and off at arrhythmic intervals, making the world go gray:black, gray:black. In the distance, a knot of twisted trees flashes like cerebral circuitry.
Alert. Aware. Dreams and memories slip away. Thoughts tumble. Tangled. Confused. Sounds from my mouth are primal. What I want to say, what I need to say stays locked inside.
Rob glanced back at the glint of the blade as Caleb spun it once more. 'So what - you want information?' he asked,looking back at him'You want to talk'?.
'If talking means I ask questions and you answer them'.
Rob exhaled sharply. 'Is that what the tickingclocks about?some kind of threat.
The moon rattles like a fragment of angry candy
You guys are humming my balls, right?) ~ Finn
Sound of snipping growing softer outside the window, Leo
The intricate gears of her mind ticking silently at no one, thoughts pinging the closed windows like a trapped bee. p. 251
Sometimes I observe with curiosity that uninterrupted activity which, independent of the subject of any conversation I may be carrying on, continues its course in that department of my brain that is devoted to music.
No, it's the musicians and I must say they are an accomplished bunch, but odd, as musicians tend to be. Is it the vibration from their instruments, do you suppose, working on the brain? All that fraught buzzing?
I'd like to be able to tap with my action this low without buzzing.
When I'm with you, bells go off in my head like a moving truck that's backing up.
The noise the phone makes when you leave it off the hook It stops after a while.
The computer, the noise of the computer feels like impatience. It's sort of the sound of impatience to me.
the sweet drone of honeysuckle thickening the
..the happy hum of humanity.
Invisible insects of diabolical activity swarm in this place. I am tickled and twitched all over. Mentally, I have now committed a burglary under the meanest circumstances, and the myrmidons of justice are at my heels.
The more excited I get, the more I vibrate."
"Now there's a thought," Lor says.
"If you mean what I think you mean, you want to shut the fuck up and never think it again," Ryodan says.
That tuneful nymph, the babbling Echo.
For nearly twenty minutes, neither of the men spoke. A fly buzzed noisily about the room, and the ticking of the clock was like the beat of a hammer.
I think there ought to be
a little music here:
hum, hum.
the whisper of space being compressed.
An opportunity to allow the bees in one's bonnet to buzz even more noisily than usual.
The monotonous mechanical drone is swallowed up in the silence of the room, like a vivid dream ripped out by the hand of nothingness.
Information and images bump against each other every day in massive quantities, and the resonance of this interfacing is like the babble of a village or tavern gossip session.
My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, won't you play with my ding-a-ling.Play-- Chuck Berry
It was always buzzing and singing and glowing and sparking to no particular purpose. Magic was decidedly imperfect. But the really funny thing, she thought, was that if it were perfect, it wouldn't be so beautiful. On
And beeping, obviously sure that I was either too stupid or too deaf to hear the racket.
satisfyingly dizzying
His lips graze my ear and it's like fireflies are buzzing around my heart.
Whatever you're feeling is what you're vibrating and what you're vibrating is what you're attracting
Pre-high tech, objects thunked and crashed and clopped, amid a thunder of drums, a tumult of trumpets. Today things beep and cheep and whistle. We have come from the roar of the lion to the chirp of the tree frog, ceaselessly bleating our identities while the frog-eating bats hover above us.
Our house is a constant mayhem of music, noise, socializing and business. It vibrates life, as a house should.
Strange territory for me: the after-snap. I still feel myself vibrating. Humming.
My heart flutters a little. Or something inside my heart flutters; an artery worn so thin that a flap has come loose, is waving about, in the current of my blood.
No one answered. You could hear the light buzzing over us. I love that sound. It means school isn't working, that the teachers are losing the battle.
It happens very rarely that your ears perk up about a certain project.
Bouncing in hoppy little circles like a demented Goth bunny.
So what are you doing around here?" I ask, feeling all jittery, but this time it's in a good way.
"Oh, I was just in the area." he says vaguely. "I thought I'd take Welly for a walk ... " He trails off and stuffs his hands in his pockets.
Those butterflies are going crazy in there.
I'm all about zagging when everyone else is zigging.
Enthusiasm is everything. It must be taut and vibrating like a guitar string.
That tingle in the brain is called a word.
It bats itself against its fleshy bounds.
Man, that kind of little honeybee just buzzes from flower to flower."
"Maybe, but honey is sweet, you know?
Here come the hum the golden bees
Underneath full blossomed trees,
At once with glowing fruit and flowers crowned.
The world is alive, blinking and clicking, winking at us slyly, inviting us to get up and dance to the music that's been playing since the beginning of time, if you bend all the way down and put your ear to the ground to listen for it.
All the live murmur of a summer's day.
Truly unexpected tidings make both ears tingle.
I love the word 'resonance.'
Mr. Beeblebrox, sir,' said the insect in awed wonder, 'you're so weird you should be in movies.;
'Yeah,' said Zaphod patting the thing on a glittering pink wing, 'and you, baby, should be in real life.' The insect paused for a moment
Colours in vibration, peeling like silver bells and clanging like bronze bells, proclaiming happiness, passion and love, soul, blood and death.
Clang Clang Rattle Bing Bang, Gonna make my noise all day!
A sound from upstairs sends my thought process reeling. It's just a small noise, perhaps the sound of your feet brushing the crimson carpet in the bedroom? It's not loud or menacing, but it sends a wave of adrenaline crashing through me. You're on your way!
It teekles nozzing like Jock Torrance would like to teekle you, madame.
When everyone zigs, zag
The everlasting lure of round-the-corner, how fascinating it is.
What were we talking before I was so rudely interrupted by a flying citrus ?
I like the sparkle of the vibraphone.
Groangrousegurgling Toft's cumbersome whirligig turns slowly the room right roundabout the room.)
You must be all a-tingle with excitement.'
'I guess so,' I said, but I did not feel a-tingle. I did not feel a-anything.
They say sound is vibration and it got my mind shaking/ Can you feel it vibrating? I call it Vibe Ratings
The wild Bee reels from bough to bough
With his furry coat and his gauzy wing,
Now in a lily cup, and now
Setting a jacinth bell a-swing,
In his wandering.
Twinkle, twinkle little bat How I wonder what you're at! Up above the world you fly, Like a tea-tray in the sky.
I have felt that odd whirr of wings in the head.
Exasperated, Dee began, "Molly-" "I'm not hearing you. I can't hear you. Can you hear anything, Del?" "Only some whining. I thought it was a mozzie. If it keeps going, I'm getting the fly swat and smack it a good one.