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I know I'm going to shred the skin off your face and turn it into hair ribbons.
I'll even cut things. Or, I'll guesstimate it, and I'll have my assistant get it hemmed for me because I don't have time.
I have only one question, my sister and my friend," she said, so earnestly that Kethry came out of her own fear and looked deeply into the shadowed eyes that met hers. "And that is this; which way do you want them sliced - lengthwise, or widthwise?
Scraps
The scraps from the meal of the Emir are larger than the gifts of halwa from the merchant.
Timur Fazil
I was making guitars and I was a sheet metal worker and if you ever see sheet metal workers' hands, you've never seen so many cuts in your life.
Oh, scissors!" I said.
I am made of words. When you cut me, I bleed sentences. When you read me, I speak to your soul.
Thank Artemis, it is you! That little scar on your lip
you tried to eat a stapler when you were two!"
...
Hedge nodded like he approved of Jason's taste. "Staplers
excellent source of iron.
The thick plottens.
row of stitches.
You can't squeeze blood from a turnip.
With cropping, a new integrity appears and winning abstractions flutter up like butterflies. You can afford to be critical, discriminating, innocent, open-minded, charmed, beguiled or bamboozled.
You underestimate how deeply you cut when your intentions carry no knives.
It's been a slice!Slice-- Jon D'amore
Cut in dressmaking is like grammar in language. A good design should be like a well made sentence and it should only express one idea at a time,
What it must feel like to lie back with cut wrists in a warm bath, a voluptuous dwindling feeling.
We spend most of our life bleeding from a blade that cuts from the inside out. . . I'm tired of bleeding.
I'm going to be a 'Chopped' champion.
Varden's suppurating cuticles," said Seivarden. "Lieutenant,
Fork! that symbol of the British art of gluttony.
When I look at small things, I think I shall go on living: drops of rain, leather gloves shrunk by being wet ... When I look at something too big, I want to die: the Diet Building, or a map of the world ...
It was a chef's knife," I said, holding my hands about a foot apart. "And a very large one."
"That's what she said," Ethan murmured.
Aglets. Plastic thingies."
"Why do you know what those things are called?"
"Phineas and Ferb."
"You watch cartoons?"
Zane laughed hoarsely. "Kind of judgy for someone who can sing the country song from Animaniacs."
"Damn you, Tyler! Can't keep a fucking secret!
Poking a lump of red Jello that jiggles outrageously, like a breast I once knew.
I want a woman to feel the cut of the scissors in the clothes.
Usually, when you slice a person, he backs off or atleast hesitates. And he's more cautious when you have drawn his blood. But these things just keep coming. Their intestines can be falling out, but it doesn't matter.
Measure twice; cut once.
I think pickles are cucumbers that sold out.
A lot of people don't have much food on their table. But they got a lot of forks 'n knives. And they got to cut somethin'.
watching him cut for sign.
There's no getting blood out of a turnip.
Sliced off like a chicken neck and stuck with a hatpin. Reminded me of my husband." Lula leaned forward so she could whisper. "You talking about size? Was your man's part that big?" "Heck no," Grandma said. "His part was that dead.
Ground, impaled on the trunk of a tree that has been shaved down to the point of
They can wound, stories, they can blister.
By the time these words are read, the centuries-old cedar, hemlock, and balsm of the cutblock known as Leah Block 2 will be a distant memory, long since processed into siding, two-by-fours, perhaps even the paper that has been recycled into the pages of this book.
A good butcher is important to have. It's like a shrink.
Meaning to ask, where'd all them scratches come from? Lookin like you had yourself a knife fight with a dwarf, aye?
Some people go shopping - I cut myself.
I chop 'em into salad and my name ain't Caesar.
They cut us up like boarding house pie. And that's real small pieces.
I've spent the last two hours worried that you were bleeding to death in a ditch," Evie continued. "Now that I know you're okay, I just want you to be bleeding to death in a ditch."
"Aww, Lamb Chop, you missed me.
My collection has a whole new cut; they are based on the style of jeans my mum wore in Texas in the '70s.
That's what was in my head in the attic when I took broken glass from my tender kit and began to cut myself into tiny pieces.
When I diced vegetables, it was painstaking work to make sure that every single piece looked the same: 1/4-inch cubed for small, 3/4-inch cubed for large. It's a matter of practice and precision.
When you chop wood, splinters fly
I carry a knife with me so I can cut images out of cardboard boxes. I'm always cutting cardboard. Especially every Thursday, which is recycling day.
Is this the part where you start tearing off strips of your shirt to bind my wounds?"
"If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked.
Offal and offcuts such as head and feet can be picked up for next to nothing, and eating them helps to avoid waste.
I need a bone saw - for the meatloaf I made for you, which looks suspiciously like a brick. The gravy is a blanket.
I think this cut might need stiches," Scarlett said, yet as her cloth wiped away the blood it revealed a smooth line of unmarked, unbroken flesh. "Wait, I don't see a wound."
"There's not one. But that feels really good." Julian moaned and arched his back.
"You scoundrel!
Boys need wood to chop.
Coffee or I'll cut you!
thou art the best o' the cut-throats
The finger cut, to save the hand.
Ledoux's face was pebbled with mosquito bites. Forget the Cutter's and that means every needle-nose bug in the woods spare-changing you for blood like cornerboy hustlers spotting a strung-out Kennedy trying to score on Seventh. Like you got plenty to give.
Blood, sweat and fingers.
Some things don't need to be cut back. They need to be cut off.
I am made of words. Cut me & I bleed sentences. Read me, & I speak to your soul.
It's only a cut, a reminder of this day. A reminder to ask every day, Why am I doing this?
watermelon cut in half and it was
The box opens and the razors slide out, whisper sweet.
Used to be that my whole body was my canvas-hot cuts licking my ribs, ladder rungs climbing my arms, thick milkweed stalks shooting up my thighs.
We cut the hair from women after they had been exterminated in the gas chambers. The hair was then sent to factories, when it was woven into special fittings for gaskets.
Hold, or cut bowstrings.
Fighting with tangles,
fighting with curls,
the poor barber yanked,
the poor barber pulled,
until with one last effort
(and to the wonder of us all)
a GINORMOUS Polar Bear
landed on the floor.
I think of leftovers like scabs, don't pick at em.
Riven and torn with cannon-shot, the trunks of the trees protruded bunches of splinters like hands, the fingers above the wound interlacing with those below.
Simple, like uncarved wood.
A slice is a loaf to a mouse.
It made me think of my mother, when she made her pie crusts. She'd prick little holes all over the place. So it can breath, she said. I was just breathing. I closed my eyes, anticipating each cut, feeling that wash of relief when it was done.
A cut. That's what I felt. Words can cut, slice, like a razor.
I'd rather not deal with such questions, because anyway it's like shearing a pig - lots of screams but little wool.
But it was like a dance across a field strewn with razors, and I bled with every step I took.
So that's what Ayet wanted scissors for. - Shira
The cut of a garment speaks of intellect and talent and the color of temperament and heart.
you cut me deep bitch,cut me like surgery.
The razorous shoulder blades sawing under the pale skin.
So what brings you to this killing pickle?
Pyp had stabbed a turnip with his knife. "The night is dark and full of turnips," he announced in a solemn voice. "Let us all pray for venison, my children, with some onions and a bit of tasty gravy.
That's when I wanted to cut. I cut to quiet the cacophony. I cut to end this abstracted agony, to reel my selves back to one present and physical whole, whose blood was the proof of her tangibility.
knife in my hand.
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.
Cutting food waste is a delicious way of saving money, helping to feed the world and protect the planet.
France is a meddow that cuts thrice a yeere.
The way you cut your meat reflects the way you live.
Person slaughtered: Me. Method used: Dimple. The guy has a dimple.
Herbs, and other country messes, Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses.
I see you got a crew cut ... and the crew never came back!
You made your own jean shorts ... with a butter knife?
It is an interesting truth that the human body, liberated from its head, is in essence a bag of blood with a built-in straw. Holding
seemed like small potatoes.
No. I sliced my own shirt for fun. Everyone's going to be dressing like this tomorrow.
I don't think Kitchen makes this. What's it called again?"
"Jell-O Surprise." Link grinned.
"What's the surprise?" Ridley examined the red gelatin more closely.
"What they put in it.
Blood!" Froi said, horrified. "Loins? Same loins you stick
"
"Froi!" Trevanion snapped.
"Flowing at times like a gutted pig," Evanjalin said.
"Evanjalin!
Meg cut up some celery and mixed it in with the tuna. After a moment's hesitation she opened the refrigerator door and brought out a jar of little sweet pickles.-Though why I'm doing it for her I don't know, she thought, as she cut them up.-I don't trust her one bit.
Incunk warriors and sisters who cut themselves and fathers who cut - (hush Lisey hush) She'd only lie there, leave it at that.
I spy, with my little eye, something that starts with ... G."
"Sausages.
If one twin is cut, the other will bleed
The scissors cut the long-grown hair; The razor scrapes the remnant fuzz. Small-jawed, weak-chinned, big-eyed, I stare At the forgotten boy I was.
like slicing bread, thick-skinned tomatoes and so on - but on your full line of vegetables, spuds, meat and even fish. My sous-chef uses his for just about everything. F. Dick makes a good one for about twenty-five bucks.
I'm really into girls with big platelets.