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If you're not booked, you're not any good!
Pressed into service means pressed out of shape.
Wow, it's really crowded in here. And really ... furry.
way through the crowd that had gathered on
Zapped while zipping.
Upped but mentally disjointed.
Some of the overflow audience actually sat on the stage.
Secondhand booksellers and binder's shops ran in uneven rows on either side of me, jumbled and jostled together like an ill-kept bookshelf.
It's always 'busy' with four children; it's chaos.
A silly row which got out of hand.
Get off the excuse train because it's full.
Packing is always a nightmare.
Disarray as they were pulled to their feet by their escorts. We
It's been busier than ever I guess they were having a going-out-of-business sale.
I am incredibly jammy. I really am.
Avalanche of foreigners. The house was suddenly filled with
There are two types of 'busy': 1)
Constantly distracting yourself from what is true. 2) Constantly working to create something real.
So my brain is as stuffed as some old broken-down Commodore you see left in the bush.
The waiting area was jammed with the sort of egalitarian cross-section only genuine misery can provide: Hispanics and blacks and Russians and various indeterminate, red-eyed teenage girls with children you prayed were siblings; junkie veterans petitioning for painkillers they wouldn't get;
Discombobulated.
The followers must feel besieged.
Ivy Huxford kept peeking out and giving reports of who was there, and how she never saw so many seats filled in the Palace, and that she didn't think they could squeeze a rattlesnake into the back even if he paid full price, the place was so packed.
Waiting at the wrong place, most like.
Benteen, come on, big village, be quick. Bring packs.
The passengers slid out as if from a torn package.
A satisfied customer. We should have him stuffed.
It was early, late, lockjaw hour.
Plan your work - work your plan. Lack of system produces that 'I'm swamped' feeling.
Humpty Dumpty was pushed.
The players were mostly seated, itching to begin, impatient men shuffling the packs of cards, a center lamp on each table, and a hail of welcome as Cornelius entered.
Our shuttle crew is four people, because we're going to transfer a crew up to station, so all the jobs are divided between four people rather than five or six people. So it's been busy.
We didnt come all this way for no two seats when all of us is tired,
This is how looseLoose-- Gary Keller
All the seats were taken, and I had to squeeze into a three-inch slot. I lost my balance when the train pulled away, but a human crumple zone buffered my fall. We stayed like that, half fallen. The Diagonal People.
there is a dense crowd; outside the Betting Rooms it is like a great struggle at a theatre door - in the days of theatres; or at the vestibule of the Spurgeon temple - in the days of Spurgeon. An
We're sticky at the ends and the middle is getting squeezed
I'm officially whelmed
This fight figures to be crunk
We were totally unprepared for such a large quantity of visitors, and in view of the preservation of the antiquities they being very crowded and in poor preservation, we were obliged to refuse admission until some preparation was made to safeguard the objects.
You set up your place in my thoughts, moved in and made my thinking crowded.
Compressed into boxes, packed in sawdust, ... trussed up in sacks, roped up like hams ...
Earth's crammed with Heaven.
Lot of talky-talk in there, they had to open the windows to let the words out,
screwed blued and tattooed
How were the receipts today in Madison Square Garden ?
Things are about to get crazy.
There are no days more full than those we go back to.
sure bet, the crowd hadn't packed the
Cushions had been sliced apart and were bleeding stuffing onto the floor.
There's a lot of your family in tonight.
I was absent at the moment I took up the most space.
Ten o'clock!" "What does it matter when my things are put up?" the young man said. "There's no crowd at this moment; there will be cabins to spare. I'm waiting for a telegram - that will settle
Fucked Up
Set up
Faced up
Jacked up
Sitting there in chokey
14 years old
No lock on the door
But no way out
No joking
No hoping
No nothing
Pinned Down.
So many men, so little parking.
It takes a pillage.
Traffic growled and snarled, rising at times to a machine-gun rata-tat-tat, while pedestrians were scuttling about with that desperate ratlike urgency characteristic of all big American cities, but which reaches its ultimate in New York.
Whacked away under the desk like hail on a barn roof.
Hall nestled, stretched out like a sleeping beast.
We must scrunch or be scrunched.
Everybody was in struggle, in the grind trying to make it.
I was busier than a beaver in a coffee lake.
They rushed in like sickle cells forced through a vein.
Busy, busy, busy, is what we Bokononists whisper whenever we think of how complicated and unpredictable the machinery of life really is. But
Big F took out a small box, unwrapped
The credulity of crowds is never-ending.
Anytime "mushed" accurately describes your architecture, you likely have a problem.
Cussed fellow-critters! Kick up de damndest row as ever you can; fill your dam bellies 'till dey bust - and den die
Hundreds of butts in piles on the ground to mark the spot, their lives sucked out of them by their users in panicked distressed frenzy, their souls floating around the insides of lungs while their outsides were dropped, stamped on and deserted
out. May propped the
discombobulated around
Avram was shocked. "Well, how is the sand feeling?" he asked after a moment.
"Crowded.
- I was a tired mess. My eyes didn't just have bags - they had five-piece luggage sets.
I tell you, we're going to be busy for a minute.
I'm constantly busy.
It's not so much how busy you are, but why you are busy ...
Meandering cows, tenacious bicyclers, belching taxis, rickshaws, fearless pedestrians and the occasional mobile 'cigarette and sweets' stand all fought our taxi for room on the narrow two-lane road turned local byway.
The only way I can describe it-at the end of How the Grinch Stole Christmas, you know how his heart grows like five times? Everything is full; it's just full all the time.
assimilated. So it was
What more than madness reigns, when one short sitting many hundreds drains.
I'd been busy, busy, so busy, preparing for life, while life floated by me, quiet and swift as a regatta.
I was surrounded by phonies ... They were coming in the goddam window.
So little done, so much to do.-- Cecil Rhodes
For a song I was bought Now I lie when I talk With a careful eye on the cue card. Onto a stage I was pushed, With my sorrow well rehearsed. So give me all your pity and your money, now (all of it).
I shared a compartment with a half-dozen muffled-up soldiers who had only arrived the day before, including an ill-favoured young Catalan whose pox-pitted cheeks sprouted stubble like a grave in May.
Raids are slightly constipating.
Up 5.15 a.m. thinking, packpackpack. I appear to have accumulated more things. How did this happen? I haven't shopped. Think my bath oils have bred.
scrambled to stand.
There were three of us in this marriage, so it was a bit crowded.
Brought home her college friends and put on
The Press blew, the public stared, hands flew out like a million little fishes after bread.
Magnificently unprepared for the long littleness of life.
Strung out on lasers and slash back blazers.
And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.
There were maybe eighty chairs set up in the room, and it was two-thirds full but felt one-third empty.
cereal and went out into the
Parking lots and chaos.
a confused heap of mingle-mangle").
ambushed by sleep.
What's hectic about all this is the thought that I haven't asked to be here. I am just here. So is everybody else. We are all here. But we haven't asked to be. It's not our fault.
Like more tired than usual. Hard and crumbling at the edges.