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untie. Clove Hitch
We ain't speak, clicking heat is our Morse code.
What the hell am I looking at?" he barked. "It's a nope GIF. You've never seen a nope GIF? There are hundreds on the Internet." She smiled. "We literally never have to have this conversation again. You'll bring it up again, and I'll just send you a GIF. Subject closed.
There are only those certain people where things click - at least for me.
Somewhere at the back of my head I heard a click, tiny and irrevocable. Memory magnifies it to a wrenching, echoing crack, but the truth is that it was the very smallness that made it so terrible.
On three. Ready?"
Closing my eyes I take a deep breath as he squeezes my hand in time to his counting.
I open my eyes on the third
and final squeeze.
And then we jump
Mmmmmm
I like that thing you do with your tongue. What do you call it? Speaking? Yeah, I dig it
Leap, and the net appears.
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Nothing important should ever be more than two clicks away.
Pull,
my finger
please.
You love strapping me in, don't you?"
"In any form," he says, a wicked grin playing on his lips.
"You are a pervert."
"I know." He raises his eyebrows and his grin broadens.
"My pervert," I whisper.
"Yes, yours.
Stop it!' I gasp.
'What?'
'That thing you're doing! With your eyes!'
'Um, opening them? Or blinking? Should I not blink?'
'Just- make them less blue or something.
fiddlesticks" and
Come and trip it as ye go
On the light fantastic toe.
1. The picture must, by its mere arrangement, make you look at it. 2. Having looked - see! 3. Having seen - enjoy! The
Just change the channel. You are in control of the clicker. Don't replay the bad, scary movie.
Molly squeaked and clicked (the clicks were the hardest) something back, which she hoped was "Hello." What she actually said was "My teeth are green," but the porpoise was too polite to point that out.
Oh wow. Oh wow. Oh wow.Wow-- Steve Jobs
I hate click tracks. A lot of people I know like to use click tracks. Like my son is perfect on the click tracks. It makes me to edgy.
You see a fleeting perfection of form merging with a significant substance, and you make a clicking noise only a hair's breadth away. You have judged something, reported something, ostensibly truthfully ... And when you made a clicking noise you said something eloquently if you are skilled.
Click! In other words, I'm in a very controlling position, and I can bring ... and I've already ... if the camera's on you, your face is very concentrated. You're listening. You don't know what I'm going to say next, and now you're smiling. All these things are the things I work with.
I can't do anything in a minute.
For me, pointing and clicking my phone is absolutely fine. People say that isn't the art of photography but I don't agree.
crawled like a blind slug into the
web
Your computer monitor is a kind a one-way mirror, reflecting your own interests while algorithmic observers watch what you click.
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.
He started reading. He jumped from volume to volume, understanding only part of what he was reading, but understanding enough to follow another lead and then another. It was exactly like following hyperlinks, only slower, and with more lifting.
Leap...and the net will follow
I took out my watch and listened to it clicking away, not knowing it couldn't even lie
She walked to the rear door and took out a bobby pin from her pocket. Hugo watched as she fiddled with the pin inside the lock until it clicked and the door opened. "How did you learn to do that?" asked Hugo. "Books," answered Isabelle.
Curiosity was getting the better of me.
You can almost hear people's b-holes tighten. A collective cartoon-mouse squeak of b-hole.
Down the Rabbit-Hole
Make linking to the rest an essential part of what you do best.
We use the :link pseudo-class to target all anchors tags which have yet to be clicked on.
Ve haf vays of making you gif us your DNA sample.
What?"
"Nothing." He laughed."You were really hungry."
"I don't need to defend my eating to anyone.And just so you know,when I'm done with this,I plan to eat three whole cookies."
"Whoa." He held up his hands."Now you're pulling out the big guns."
"I don't mess around.
The guidance of a cultured human being will always beat the click of a mouse.
Maybe the reason people avoid you is because the emotions your brain sends out when you click are kind of... negative emotions?
Maybe you're clicking unhappiness at people, and they're sending it back in echoes.
Watching. Watching with those piercing, clit licking blue eyes.
When wiggling through a hole
the world looks different than
when scrubbed clean by the wiggle
and looking back.
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I loves me my Google
You Fill Up My Senses
And when her eyes met mine, I felt something click, like a key turning in a lock.
These are delicious! What are they?"
"Double chocolate chip with peanut butter filling."
"They're the second best thing I've ever tasted."
I laughed. "You said the same thing at dinner."
"I recently readjusted the ranking.
I chuckled, but no sound came out.
I flexed my wrist, popped a silver needle into my palm, and offered it to him.
'What's this?'
'A needle.'
'What should I do with it?'
He'd walked right into it. Too easy. 'Please use it to pop your head. It's obscuring my view of the room.'
- Kate & Saiman
Another day.
How long are you gonna scroll down?
Semicolon
Smile
He stepped over to Vidian and turned the man's head. There, in his left ear, he saw a small dataport. A moment's revulsion struck and passed. "All right," he said. "Who wants to download Vidian's brain?
I tell you I can't be bothered with things like that. I've got a
soul above buttons.
And what am I doing?"
"You?" he eyed me appreciatively. "You'd just stand around and look pretty."
"And?"
"Give me blow jobs."
I punched him in the arm.
"What?" he laughed. "I know you love the cock."
"Shut up.
I wanted to pull down a book, open it proper, and gobble up page after page
For a while I was thinking about moving the mouse with my hand.
walkthrough and see if you get anything." "Get
What's this "
"A needle."
"What should I do with it " He'd walked right into it. Too easy.
"Please use it to pop your head. It's obscuring my view of the room.
In the world of Internet Customer Service, it's important to remember your competitor is only one mouse click away.
I checked out your blog.'
Oh. Dear. Baby. Jesus. How did he find it? Wait. More importantly was the fact he HAD found it. Was my blog now googleable? That was awesomesauce with an extra heaping of sauce.
I just didn't know how to do this, ... the clang and chatter ... And more than that, I didn't particularly want to learn.
The missing links in my life's work, no less!
And if that weren't bad enough, the next sound he heard was a loud click.
The damned woman had locked him out. She'd taken all the food and locked him out.
"You'll pay for this!" he yelled at the door.
"Do be quiet," came the muffled reply. "I'm eating.
I spy, with my little eye, something that starts with ... G."
"Sausages.
I don't see anything," Miller said. "What's it look like?"
"The eye of an angry God?" Elvi said.
"Oh," Miller said. The heavy plates of his robotic body clicked and hissed against each other as he shifted. "Yeah, well that's probably it, then. Good work.
Canoodling, I see.
It's no fun feeling your thoughts are being controlled by an electrode, and someone else is holding the clicker.
Go to the beginning.
The guillotine is the masterpiece of the plastic arts
Its click
Creates perpetual motion
("The Head")
This simple but hidden action
Wandering around the web is like living in a world in which every doorway is actually one of those science fiction devices which deposit you in a completely different part of the world when you walk through them. In fact, it isn't like it, it is it.
Unbutton, unzip, unclip, untie, undo, undress."
"Understood," she replied.
True interactivity is not about clicking on icons or downloading files, it's about encouraging communication.
A peep, peep, peep, another peep, and that's it.Peep-- Barry Davies
These shoes look like they're straight out of 'The Wizard of Oz,' but since I'm like the tornado that blew you into Oz, I guess you can wear Dorothy's red slippers. And if I'm gone and seem lost, maybe you can do a little click and I'll find my way home.
Don't look at the hole in the doughnut. Look at the whole doughnut.
I glance in the mirror. Surprise,
surprise - I look finger-lickin'
delicious.
Feel my heart beat. Can you feel it?"
"Yes."
"Feel how steady it is?"
"It's fast."
"Yes, well, that has nothing to do with the box.
Personalized filters play to the most compulsive parts of you, creating "compulsive media" to get you to click things more.
For the first time in ages I felt a tiny pinprick in my heart
not like it was breaking, but like something small and unseen had begun sewing it closed again.
Holy fellatio! You are standing there licking him up with your eyes! Do you freaking hear the old seventies porn music playing in your head?
To trust agents, hyperlinks are the twenty-first-century equivalent of the name-dropper.
From snake - charmers, we are now a nation of mouse- charmers. Our youngsters are shaping the world with the click of a mouse with their feats in the IT sector.
My heart twisted then leapt as he wet his bottom lip just before drawing the succulent flesh into his mouth, between his teeth, and biting.
That's right, bite that lip.
I almost groaned.
Wait, it's going to fall," I say, pointing to the banner. "Pull it tighter-there, yeah, see how loose it is?"
"A little to the left" Isaac mocks me, grinning. "A little to the right?"
I stick my tongue out at him.
"Better be careful with that thing," he jokes.
I gave the mouse a hole, and she is become my heire.
[I gave the mouse a hole, and she is become my heir.]
Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth.
It all started with a mouse.
Scratch your flesh raw between your toes, but you won't find the answer.
There is beauty when something
works and it works intuitively.
Read; explore; write; read; explore; write; read...
Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat
Don't stop, get it till ya clothes get wet
The objective is not to "make your links appear natural"; the objective is that your links are natural.
Well. This has been erotic. Enlightening. Gods, this is enlightening. Like eye-opening. Nothing else!
Every now and then, I strike something that just goes click, you know, in my head. As Gertrude Stein used to say, it rings the bell, and I feel, this is great.
Spanking must be steady, rhythmic, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, moving from one area to another until both cheeks glow with a rosy bloom that lights the charge and sends the electric message to the restless clitoris.
Mouse-brained fool
Mind if I have a bite?
O plunge y<>ong>oong>ur hands in water, Plunge them in up t<>ong>oong> the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin And w<>ong>oong>nder what y<>ong>oong>u've missed.
Steele's tongue was right there, pushing Tech's ass higher so he could lick that sweet hole. Tech went crazy on top of him, driving his ass down on his mouth while Steele fucked him with his fingers. "Ohhh.
Didn't come up here to read. Came up here to hit.