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We can call it Isratine.
incurable lover of the grotesque
Smooth out with wine the worries of a wrinkled brow.
Mouth cat's-cradled with filaments of gleaming cheese.
Loopy as a crochet convention.
Aggle flabble kabble . . . snurp?
It is futile to advance the argument that glasses are unromantic. They are not. I know, because I wear them myself, and I am a singularly romantic figure, whether in my rimless, my Oxford gold-bordered, or the plain gent's spectacles which I wear in the privacy of my study.
a nose of a delicate Hebrew model, but with a breadth of nostril unusual in similar formations; a
Astonishingly slimy and dangerous
the skin was yellow, the eyes slightly slanted;
Eyes so black they seem all pupils.
Credulous: having views about the world, the universe and humanity's place in it that are shared only by very unsophisticated people and the most intelligent and advanced mathematicians and physicists.
Frumious. Anything that inspires its own adjective is a force to be feared.
Put cream and sugar on a fly and it tastes very much like a raspberry.
Days, pale slices between nights, they blend, not exactly alike, transparencies so lightly tinted that only stacked all together do they darken to a fatal shade.
A Companion Picture XII. The Fellow of Delicacy XIII.
Crikey means gee whiz, wow!
He had a Cro-Magnon forehead,
This tragic brow, these closed eyes, eyebrows raised and knotted.
Seeing that smile, Cress melted. Every. Time.
CRAYFISH, n. A small crustacean very much resembling the lobster, but less indigestible.
Appleblossom can't believe the taste of the dark square. Is tehre a way to describe this morsel of goodness? It is so sweet adn smooth. It makes a green snail seem like an old pinecone seed, and every possum knows that a green snail is fantastic eating.
Wamblecropt is the most exquisite word in the English language. Say it. Each syllable is intolerably beautiful.
malady of reverie.
How many crumpets, at a sittin', do you think 'ud kill me off at once?" says the patient. "I don't know," says the doctor. "Do you think half-a-crown's wurth 'ud do it?" says the patient. "I think it might," says the doctor.
It's going to be legen ... wait for it ... and I hope you're not lactose-intolerant cause the second half of that word is ... dairy!
fishhook. It's squiggly like a worm. Something's
Its face crinkled up grotesquely, the eyes narrowing like those of a laughing Buddha, the lips peeling back to expose a sickle of brilliant teeth.
Here's to the health of my beloved Critias !
Acromegaly. Frau Dr. Anna Kavalier was a neurologist
An exquisite dulcet epithalame of most mollificative suadency for juveniles amatory whom the odoriferous flambeaus of the paranymphs have escorted to the quadrupedal proscenium of connubial communion.
Placid, adj.
Sometimes I love it when we just lie on our backs, gaze off, stay still.
Disturbing crunch as
Skin is punctured for access
Sweet, warm, filling blood
There's no medical term for what I've got.
The thick plottens.
Me wretched! Let me curr to quercine shades!
Effund your albid hausts, lactiferous maids!
O, might I vole to some umbrageous clump,
Depart,
be off,
excede,
evade,
erump!
the merry green eyes and a roguish dimple
There was something immensely comforting, I found, about a crumpet - so comforting that I've never forgotten about them and have even learned to make them myself against those times when I have no other source of supply.
What is sweeter than lettered ease?
iconoclastically.
rolling eye balls
No tea for the feeble, no crepe for the dead.
a furtive groove
His eyes are peculiar. There is nothing in them, like an eclair without the cream filling. It's wrong, lack of cream.
A light white, a disgras, an ink spot, a rosy charm.
In the V-shaped opening of her crape bodice Mlle. Vinteuil felt the sting of her friend's sudden kiss; ...
This muck heaves and palpitates. It is multi-directional and has a mayor.
Penetrates your iris, tenderest of sphincters,
The croup following measles, on top of malnutrition, on top of rickets," he said to me under his breath. "It's the cascade of catastrophies.
cheek, the one so disfigured by that
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.
revealing a splotchy red forehead, shiny with sweat.
(Rhino horns, which are made of keratin,
Chadwickius frenemus,
He could feel the shape of his eyeballs beneath his lids, round and hot, tasty bits of jelly rolling restless to and fro, looking vainly for oblivion, while the rising sun turned his lids a dark and bloody red.
Why, Criminy Stain," I said. "You're a romantic."
"Oh, no," he said with a grin. "I'm fiendish and unscrupulous, a vicious killer and a thief and a bloodthirsty monster. And maybe a little romantic. But don't tell anyone, or my reputation's shot.
Adorkable. It's in its own category.
Mashed-in nose, half of one ear missing, eyes the color of rotting squash.
It's something that never comes off, no matter how much you might want it to."
"You're comparing love to a ... stain?"
He leans so far back in his seat that the front legs of his chair scrape off the floor. He looks very satisfied, with the crepe or with himself, I'm not sure. "Exactly.
Carter-headed chicken.
A dimple on the chin, the devil within.
The contact of two epidermises.
Eyes that droop like summer flowers.
row of stitches.
His chin looked as though a farsighted person had attempted to sew two thickly cut pieces of bacon together in a dark room.
somethingological
thick negroid lips
Ye know, Cork Courrant-Porky Implant. Tis a jest" Ian
It is a certified kind of blindness - official, and in many diabolical ways, inescapable.
clinical picture
The phlegamtic female is a weepy, bug-eyed, fat, lumpy, fleshy German. She looks like a sack of flour. She is born in order to become a mother-in-law. That is her whole ambition.
He was distinguished by a red eye that had hemorrhaged while proofreading unsolicited manuscripts.
Now, Mr. Shaughnessy, remember what happened the last time your wife got jealous of your flirting? She exchanged your denture cream for hemorrhoidal ointment.
It looks like frozen snot.
I finished grating a root and dropped the stub into a jar on the desk. Bloodroot is aptly named; the scientific name is Sanguinaria, and the juice is red, acrid, and sticky. The bowl in my lap was full of oozy, moist shavings, and my hands looked as though I had been disemboweling small animals.
Cold eyelids that hide like a jewel
Hard eyes that grow soft for an hour;
The heavy white limbs, and the cruel
Red mouth like a venomous flower;
When these have gone by with their glories,
What shall rest of thee then, what remain,
O mystic and somber Delores,
Our Lady of Pain?
Thou art moist and soft clay; thou must instantly be shaped by the glowing wheel.
[Lat., Udum et molle lutum es: nunc, nunc properandus et acri
Fingendus sine fine rota.]
I'm not a big scatology fan, unlike my sons, who can amuse themselves for an entire afternoon by repeating the phrase 'crocodile fart.' So I'll spare you from an overabundance of detail in this chapter. This chapter will be somewhat soft focus, like the TV camera in a Barbra Streisand interview.
O scaly, slippery, wet, swift, staring wights, What is 't ye do? what life lead? eh, dull goggles? How do ye vary your vile days and nights? How pass your Sundays? Are ye still but joggles In ceaseless wash? Still nought but gapes and bites, And drinks, and stares, diversified with boggles.
A perspicacious lad, Mr. McLean. A perspicacious swine, indeed.
no cray,Daddy he whisper
It looked like pieces of bread pudding that had been soaked in raspberry syrup.
The mass are animal, in pupilage, and near chimpanzee.
Had pale scanty hair and an earthy skin;
The person at the other end of the phone said something. Mr. Croup cringed.
Oh. Yes, sir. Yes, indeed. And might I say how your telephonic confabulation brightens up and cheers our otherwise dreary and uneventful day?
He is white-livered and red-faced.
Cribbage, n. A substitute for conversation among those to whom nature has denied ideas.
it was a delusive pie, the crust being like a disappointing head, phrenologically speaking: full of lumps and bumps, with nothing particular underneath.
Dark hair on a white pillow, an ache inside, his face a reflection in her eye.
It's called ergot. Smell
Ydych chi'n cymryd cerdynnau credid? said the highwayman, no doubt trying to frighten me further, his consonants chained like anal beads strung out of hell's own bunghole.
His round cheeks are of a red that seems to glow from within, as if he had a lit candle in his mouth like a paper lantern at a summer fete.
Lord, confound this surly sister, blight her brow with blotch and blister, cramp her larynx, lung and liver, in her guts a galling give her.
varieties of sunken cheek, cadaverous
with a face like a fish pressed to glass; eyes so large they appear distorted. "Is
The Chollerick drinkes, the Melancholick eats, the Flegmatick sleepes.
Ache my bones, flame my muscles, tingle my nerves, but you will never taint my beautiful mind & I will overcome this condition with the belief that I already have.
- CRPS AWARENESS -
PIE, n. An advance agent of the reaper whose name is Indigestion.
I am Crone, eldest of the Moon's Great Ravens, whose eyes have looked upon a hundred thousand years of human folly. Hence my tattered coat and broken beak as evidence of your indiscriminate destruction. I am but a winged witness of your eternal madness.
slanderous diarrhea of the mouth.