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The dreary flies, lazy and casual,
Stick to the ceiling, buzz along the wall.
O heart, the spider shuffles from the mould
Weaving, between the pinks and grapes, his pall.
Off in strata of porous rock by the leathery half-plant, half-animal little makers - and
He who clipped us has kept the scissors.
Wolf-Spiders Ruleth the Land
fishhook. It's squiggly like a worm. Something's
I never cut for matches, I cut for impact.
The razorous shoulder blades sawing under the pale skin.
chooks. You cannot go away and leave
I never knew words could be so sharp, until the wrong ones cut me
The Cavelries hear and their short and furrie
eyes running over me like the work of a hundred biting ants
Baby I know, the first cut is the deepest.
Cut these words and they would bleed; they are vascular and alive.
Seagulls ... slim yachts of the element.
Men, I say, but better to call them human spiders that go crawling in between and under the tables with rags in their hands, ..from the reader's choice about MK Gandhi and his works for the regeneration of human kind.
THE WONDERFUL EXPLOITS OF GRASSHOPPER.
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.
Cicadas, buckling and unbuckling their stomach muscles, yield the sound of someone sharpening scissors. Fall field crickets, the thermometer hounds, add high-pitched tinkling chirps to the jazz, and their call quickens with warm weather, slows again with cool.
I bite my fingernails till they look like disease, pull strips of my skin away. Get Daddy's razor out cabinet. Cut cut cut arm wrist, not trying to die, trying to plug myself back in. (111)
They are bearcrawls ... a bearclaw is a donut
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.
Barking spiders!
Carcharadon carcharias. Six thousand
pounds of muscle powering a hoop
of butcher's knives. The only animal
that ate its weaker siblings in the womb.
Immune from cancer. Constantly awake.
Squirrelpaw!" Brambleclaw's
I see you got a crew cut ... and the crew never came back!
The cold cut like a many bladed knife
Steak swallowers zonked on Television!
The cut worm forgives the plow
You're so sharp you'll cut yourself if you don't look out,
PICKANINNY, n. The young of the "Procyanthropos", or "Americanus dominans". It is small, black and charged with political fatalities.
They cut us up like boarding house pie. And that's real small pieces.
Before you say cut, wait 5 seconds
RATTLESNAKE, n. Our prostrate brother, "Homo ventrambulans".
Carnatur, eh? What are they man-eating daisies?
Let's jump on board, and cut them to pieces.
The tallest blade of grass is the surest to be cut.
SPIIIIIDERS!" The world ceased its turning. The owl went dumb. The Milky Way flickered on the verge of extinction. Ben hollered it again: "Spiders!" He started thrashing wildly amid the pine needles. "They're all over me!
Emotional cutters cut where it caused the deepest wound.
Women! Dressed to kill the woman in them.
Snooty high heels.
I am made of words. When you cut me, I bleed sentences. When you read me, I speak to your soul.
dropping spiders
Each poor immigrant girl had a plan in place to survive. Some had brothers or fathers for protection, others, young husbands; but for all of them, the first line of defense was their scissors.
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'.
The Wombat is a Joy, a Triumph, a Delight, a Madness!
Toads, beetles, bats.
That?" I glanced back to the door where JT had disappeared. "That was Genus Homo, species Whowantstofuckus, subspecies Closeted Headup Hisassia. Let us move on to the cages with the interesting animals."
Jacob "Yasha" Livingston
Martyred plants from their shrouds. Their mouths
woollyheads and silvergrays, and am unable to understand
row of stitches.
One of These Days I'm Going to Cut You Into Little Pieces.
Girls barely budding open their legs to make a living, alongside the toothless and rancid of breath; hair thick with lice, they all find customers if the price is right, against the wall or on sheets well-soiled. Their holes cost but a shilling. Skins grow thick and claws sharp.
I've got a lot of cutting and pasting to do, gentlemen, so why don't you please return to your porch rockers and resume whittling.
Most people would say 'the deets', but I say 'the tails'. Just another example of innovation.
They sat on the edge of a brook and took off their shoes and let the water cut their feet off to the ankles with an exquisite cold razor.
My collection has a whole new cut; they are based on the style of jeans my mum wore in Texas in the '70s.
Stab, don't slash! It takes two inches of steel to kill.
Critics must excuse me if I compare them to certain animals called asses, who, by gnawing vines, originally taught the great advantage of pruning them.
From the dawn of agriculture until this very day, billions of humans armed with branches, swatters, shoes and poison sprays have waged relentless war against the diligent ants, furtive roaches, adventurous spiders and misguided beetles that constantly infiltrate the human domicile. For
The things that mount the rostrum with a skip, And then skip down again, pronounce a text, Cry hem; and reading what they never wrote Just fifteen minutes, huddle up their work, And with a well-bred whisper close the scene!
Oo, you are so sharp you'll cut yourself one of these days
Ground, impaled on the trunk of a tree that has been shaved down to the point of
These slender little people (Homo Habilis), the size of modern 12 year olds, were devoid of fangs and claws and almost certainly slower on foot than the four legged animals around them. They could have succeeded in their new way of life only by relying on tools and sophisticated cooperative behavior
Think of me as the praying mantis of the supernatural world.
Aren't those the bugs that bite the heads off the males? Link looked skeptical.
Yes. Then they eat them
Oh, scissors!" I said.
How did an allegedly free people spawn a vast, rampant cuttlefish of dominion with its tentacles in every orifice of the body politic?
Cockmotherhumpershitpissbodoinkeewacker,
A pair of legs engineered to defy the laws of physics and a mindset to master the most epic of splits.
a misbegotten cockwaffle.
So that's what Ayet wanted scissors for. - Shira
You know what scares me most?"
"Chipmunks?
Monkey stalactites
Hair and hole, horn and teeth - hedgehog, walrus, ape, Josef Breuer. He
Blades before babes, you know what I'm saying?
Smeagol won't grub for roots and carrotses and - taters. What's taters,precious, eh, what's taters?"
"Po-ta-toes!" said Sam.
The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives without appetite, with a lazy indifference.
The Eater of Socks,' moaned the Senior Wrangler, with his eyes shut. 'How many tentacles would you expect it to have?' said the Lecturer in Recent Runes. 'I mean, roughly speaking?
Limbs of a dismembered poet.
The most detestable race of enemies are flatterers.
The bent but unbroken ones.
Sandworms ... you know I hate 'em!
Red ants that had a sour farty smell when they were squashed.
Ockham's disposable razors
Creep, clobber, squawk. Repeat.
Sure I'm cut but not for the sake of vanity ...
Let him cut your skin, and you cut his flesh. Let him cut your flesh, and you cut his bones. Let him cut your bones, and you cut off his life
What are men compared to rocks and trees?
Screwdrivers, women who screw drivers.
Bent creatures are full of fears
COBWEBS. The spider as an artist Has never been employed Though his surpassing merit Is freely certified By every broom and Bridget Throughout a Christian land. Neglected son of genius, I take thee by the hand.
The gay motes that people the sunbeams.
I trim my opponents to fit my arrows.
Bloodthirsty, thy name is Momma Wolf.
The thing with high-tech is that you always end up using scissors.
If one of the guys got a hangnail, the rest of them would rally around staring balefully at the unfortunate who wielded the cuticle clippers until it was successfully clipped out.
Holy crap, were they part anteater?
Homo sapiens, which as far as I can tell is only another way of saying weaponised chimpanzees who are hellbent on tearing their cage apart without realising it's not a cage, it's their fucking life support they're shredding.
those ghouls who enter into a macabre dance with pot-bellied netas.
I try to catch flies in cups and put them outside. After I wrote 'The Underland Chronicles' ... well, once you start naming cockroaches, you lose your edge.
misbegotten cockwaffle.