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I am shrunken and shriveled inside, a rotten chestnut hidden beneath a deceptively smooth shell
As though I had been flat water and now I was carbonated.
A brown composition, which looked like diluted pincushions without the covers, and was called porridge.
Bollocks, I thought, or testiculi or possibly testiculos if we were using the accusative.
Pustular berk with the charisma of a plimsole
The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.
Cruddy Mouthbreather
It's looks like someone slapped you in the face with a fruit roll-up or something!
I would like a cappuccino," says Linus politely. "Thank you."
"Your name?"
"I'll spell it for you," he says. "Z-W-P-A-E-N
"
"What?" She stares at him, Sharpie in hand.
"Wait, I haven't finished. Double F-hyphen-T-J-U-S. It's an unusual name, Linus adds gravely. "It's Dutch.
He's a bit set in his ways."
"Congealed, I should think.
Never has my flabber been so completely gasted.
Ye know, Cork Courrant-Porky Implant. Tis a jest" Ian
Pressed caviar has the consistency of chilled tar.
Cassoulet, that best of bean feasts, is everyday fare for a peasant but ambrosia for a gastronome, though its ideal consumer is a 300-pound blocking back who has been splitting firewood nonstop for the last twelve hours on a subzero day in Manitoba.
Crash, from the Russian krashenina Noun: a rough fabric sometimes used to strengthen the spine of a book
coltish-looking,
He looks as though he's been weaned on a pickle.
Me and Frosted went to get a drink.
But she ordered somethin' bugged, and I ain't know what to think.
She ordered potassium, calcium,
Carbohydrate, scotch with sodium.
She took me to her crib, threw me on the couch ...
I woke up the next morning with a spoon in my mouth.
I'm a cotton-headed ninny muggins.
powdered horn is snorted like cocaine.)
We can call it Isratine.
A miscreant with coiffed, scented hair, a slender waist, the hips of a woman and the chest of a Prussian officer, with a finely tied cravat, by all girls admired. ~ [introduction of character Montparnasse]
Amazingly flaverly? Or flavored with amazin?
-Francis Vallejo
Cucumber. The cucumber is just a pickle before it started drinking.
Ballycumber (ba-li-KUM-ber) n.
One of the six half-read books lying somewhere in your bed.
crystals that stung your
with a face like a fish pressed to glass; eyes so large they appear distorted. "Is
What's that?" she asked the girl, wrinkling her nose.
"Oh, that? That's just Pillover."
"And what's a pillover, when it's at home?"
"My little brother."
"Ah, I commiserate. I have several of my own. Dashed inconvenient, brothers.
Perched on top of the pointed nose of the
CLUN (n.) A leg which has gone to sleep and has to be hauled around after you.
mashed into a casserole of wreckage that still smoked and burned.
I put a Phrygian cap on the old dictionary.
He was flabbergasted. That was the best word. His flabber had been thoroughly gasted.
One word, in this place, respecting asparagus. The young shoots of this plant, boiled, are the most unexceptionable form of greens with which I am acquainted.
The flat-brimmed cap is the modern day dunce cap.
ginger ¼ teaspoon pumpkin
pickled in formaldehyde and painted like a whore, / Shrimp-pink incorruptible, not lost or gone before.
A short story padded. A species of composition bearing the same relation to literature that the panorama bears to art. As it is too long to be read at a sitting the impressions made by its successive parts are successively effaced, as in the pa
A cloud-congested caul that is alternately red, orange, vermilion, purple. Sometimes the clouds break apart in great, slow rafts, letting through beams of innocent yellow sunlight that are bitterly nostalgic for the summer that has gone by.
Zapped while zipping.
a handful of crumpled stars
An old expression
'she looks like she was weaned on a pickle'
came to my mind.
piece of Turkey carpet
Incubated. And then raised. And then beheaded. And then plucked. And then cut up. And then put on a grill. And then put on a bun. Damn, it's gonna take a while. I don't have time. Scrambled!
voluptuous sluggard,
elbow. I had been without sleep for most of the last three days,
The purple, formalized, iridescent, gelatinous bladder of a Portuguese man-of-war was floating close beside the boat. It turned on its side and then righted itself. It floated cheerfully as a bubble with its long deadly purple filaments trailing a yard behind in the water.
Confused and Stunned, like a duck hit on the head.
suburban-cocooned ass
His skin was pocked and ruddy, his nose large and misshapen, red and veined as though he'd snorted, and retained, Burgundy.
Pompous worm-faced snob-head camel turd.
Raw I'mma give it to ya, with no trivia.
Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia.
Knees, but they evaporated as the boat picked
Civilised my syphilised yarbles.
cooked alive or forced to eat the severed ears from their own heads
She was like a crinkled poppy; with the desire to drink dry dust.
A crier of green sauce.
I burn, I freeze; I am never warm. I am rigid; I forgot softness because it did not serve me.
slanderous diarrhea of the mouth.
A Companion Picture XII. The Fellow of Delicacy XIII.
Wampa cap securely on his little head. I pat mine. It's still there. All is well.
A slightly uncommon condition of the some-long-word. Nothing at all serious, but it just needs putting right. A simple treatment.
Hallorann's testicles turned into two small wrinkled sacs filled with shaved ice.
The minisub burbled up to the surface like a bout of bad tacos;
Some weasel took the cork out of my lunch.
Is it nice, my preciousss? Is it juicy? Is it scrumptiously crunchable?
The medical term for that is dead. Gee, Magnus, what did it feel like? It hurt. A lot. Thanks for asking.
smeared a balm over the end of it.
When the going gets tough, the tough get salted caramel cappuccinos.
My manuscripts sleep, while I cannot, for I am covered with poultices.
prestidigitator,
Siry answered with one simple, shattering word. Veelox.
Sarsaparilla boiled for one of Sybil's tonics, overpowering the aroma of the roasting meat. Cora
Ducking autocorrect!
What in the name of Voldy's pasty-white rear end was that?
Cap Boso? How could I cut a guy with a name like that?
Theta crashed next to them on the thick zebra-skin rug. "I'm embalmed."
"Potted and splificated?"
"Ossified to the gills. Time for night-night.
Yielding, like ice about to melt.
One of those personalities who, in spite of all their words, are inarticulate
I have a list of pet names for Cap'n so long that it could fill a phone book (if the phone book is for a town with a population of four). I call him Cap'n Boy, Sweet Boyo, My Little Boy (done in a British accent), and when he is misbehaving, You Little Shit.
IMITATION CITRUS FLAVORED DIETARY ARTIFICIALLY SWEETENED CARBONATED BEVERAGE. That, I submit, is not a label; it is an incantation. Someday, it should be set to a suitable plainsong tune or Anglican chant.
Blind and naked as an unearthed mole, uncomprehending.
My eye-balls are glass,
my limbs marble,
my face fixed
in its marble mask.
In her bottled up is a woman peppery as curry,
a yam of a woman of butter and brass,
Where the label had peeled
Stiff shoulders humped over the writing-table, and the ache of a heart slow to move. A tortoise heart.
A paunchy man with a face the color of corned beef,
Erratum. In my article on the Price of Milk, 'Horses' should have read 'Cows' throughout.
Shandy. Have you begun your Ptolemaic
An unedified palate is the irrepressible cloven foot of the upstart. The
Mental nausea of daily squash
flabby cauliflower
and grease dripping slick and sheepish
onto the placid plate of mind.
Yeah, Mr. Ball Cap would do just fine.
Washed clean like a porcelain, with housewifely care ...
He felts as if a tumour had burst inside his skull,
Tall and skinny, with arms and legs sticking out at odd angles, as if [they] were made of drinking straws instead of flesh and bone.
rectangular slab of mincemeat that everyone, including the servers, referred to as baked turd.
Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood.
I feel like the word shatter.
Brimming. That's what it is, I want to get to a place where my sentences enact brimming.
I once typed 'vagina dentata' into dictionary and it asked me, 'Did you mean giant anteater?