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My hearing has suffered seriously; just now I am obliged to have the assistance of an ear trumpet. Think of that, my beauty! - There 's a state for your old Lover to be in! - No more tender whisperings! Imagine sweet confessions to be made through an ear trumpet!
He wore a tiny turquoise stud earring I always associated with Dungeons and Dragons types. Men who own ferrets and think magic tricks are cool.
Squirrelpaw!" Brambleclaw's
My father-in-law has ear hair like a wolverine. It fans out from the auricles, wafting from the ridge lines like cilia, like gray feathered plumage.
Truly unexpected tidings make both ears tingle.
Dawn has two holes pierced in each ear. (Mary Anne and I will never get our ears pierced.) The
If you battle L, you picked the wrong head
I smash mics like cornbread
You can't kill me, I was born dead
This howling mouth, this head which rolls back and tries to escape.
My own favorite is something called Rogue Male.
Of all the screams cataloged in the encyclopedic audio library of the Hidden Schools, Tara's bore the closest resemblance to the scream of a man whose abdomen was being devoured by a jagged-clawed insect that wore a child's face. After
The people told me, however, that the big ear was not only a man, but a great man, a genius. But I never believed in the people when they spake of great men - and I hold to my belief that it was a reversed cripple, who had too little of everything, and too much of one thing.
Amy Studt is singing in my ear about misfits. This song used to mean so much to me; that's because I'm a misfit.
Get that finger out of your ear! You don't know where that finger's been!
We suspect Dr. Clutterbuck's sense of hearing must be injured: for him the 'ear trumpet' magnifies but distorts sound, rendering it less distinct than before.
So you've got no name?" I asked. "They couldn't think of one ugly enough?"
The creature snarled, stepping over the unconscious policeman.
"Set animal is too hard to say," I decided. "I'll call you Leroy."
Apparently, Leroy didn't like his name. He lunged.
Sqwaak!" from Fletcher, the environmental crime fighting parrot in The Big Belch graphic novel by Kay Wood.
A German singer! I should as soon expect to get pleasure from the neighing of my horse.
What's that sound I hear?
It's just my lifetime
It's whistling past my ear
BREAVMAN KNOWS a girl named Shell whose ears were pierced so she could wear the long filigree earrings. The punctures festered and now she has a tiny scar in each earlobe. He discovered them behind her hair.
Sound
That stealeth ever on the ear of him
Who, musing, gazeth on the distance dim,
And sees the darkness coming as a cloud
Is not its form
its voice
most palpable and loud?
The Piper is coming nearer," he said, "he is nearer than he was that evening I saw him before. His long, shadowy cloak is blowing around him. He pipes - he pipes - and we must follow - Jem and Carl and Jerry and I - round and round the world. Listen - listen - can't you hear his wild music?
A werewolf. He said the word like he was learning a foreign language and wanted to get the accent right.
Don't tug your ear with someone else. That's mine
Howl,heart is a heavy burden.
What the hell kind of name is Kitty for a werewolf?
heartbeat
the sound i must hear
and listen
That one doesn't count. The poor scoundrel is deaf, but he makes a fine sniffer. How do you think we found you?
The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots and wonders
At out quaint spirits.
Face of an angel, voice of a serpent
It was the eldritch scurrying of those fiend-born rats, always questing for new horrors, and determined to lead me on even unto those grinning caverns of earth's centre where Nyarlathotep, the mad faceless god, howls blindly in the darkness to the piping of two amorphous idiot flute-players.
The noise kept up and did not stop. My head rang. I saw Shepherd take the chewing gum from his mouth, break it into two, and stick it in both ears. He kept working.
Taste, that eternal wanderer, which flies
From head to ears, and now from ears to eyes.
That noise in my earphones knocked my nose off and I had to pick it up and find it.
My big ears indicated a talent for music. This thrilled me.
I have a pretty good ear.
I'm just completely obsessed with Die Antwoord.
Who's that, the windbreaker?
I know my name's Squirrelpaw, but I never thought I'd wish that I WAS a squirrel!
Mmmm I like the sounds you're making," he murmured in a honeyed whisper. "I just bet that you're a screamer. Should I have brought earplugs?
Kurt Nielsen
Shadowchild! - Don't let her get in your head!
That tuneful nymph, the babbling Echo.
Nightwindflyhighfreeeeeee.
When you're a kid and you're trying to find your own voice, it's rather daunting to hear somebody like Howlin' Wolf, because you know that you'll never achieve that.
Man with the Muckrake
The Cavelries hear and their short and furrie
Noise: a stench in the ear.
Hairy Mammal whaddya want
One eare it heard, at the other out it went.
Milton, in his hand
The thing became a trumpet
Wolf - tis what he is. He's not blackhearted like some men. 'Tis no heart he has at all.
I didn't have to look to know who it was; this was a voice I would know anywhere - know, and respond to, whether I was awake or asleep ... or even dead, I'd bet. The voice I'd walk through fire for - or, less dramatically, slosh every day through the cold and endless rain for.
Annabelle growls tunelessly, like a bear hibernating on a bassoonist.
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
On the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.
I do a mean mouth trumpet.
What has three eyes,
three nipples and two assholes?
I miss my fox-headed brother. Keeper
I am the voice of the voiceless; Through me the dumb shall speak. Till the deaf world's ears be made to hear. The wrongs of the wordless weak. And I am my brothers keeper, And I will fight his fights; And speak the words for beast and bird. Till the world shall set things right.
He reached down and picked up the ear and threw it at a stray. The dog sniffed it, snapped it up and wandered off down the street, chewing.
There's someone in my head and it's not me. PINK FLOYD
The garrulous parrot
Please stay with your mouth shut.
The thrush in the willow grove
Has promised to sing a song for me
No beast was as noisy as man.
There was no sound but the murmur of nasty little stinging insects, the occasional crack of a falling branch, and the whispering of the trees discussing religion and the trouble with squirrels. Rincewind
It was a hound of some sort, black and disproportionately long-bodied, with lets so stumpy that they appeared to have been amputated. With large, liquid eyes and a sturdy long tail in constant motion, it resembled nothing so much as and exceedingly amiable sausage.
Mansell can see him in his earphone.
The silver, snarling trumpets 'gan to chide.
"Chaunt in his ear delusions magical,
That he may fight the horses of the sea."
The Druids took them to their mystery,
And chaunted for three days.
Eye , gazelle, delicate wanderer, Drinker of horizon's fluid line; Ear that suspends on a chord The spirit drinking timelessness; Touch, love, all senses ...
The too-clever fox, finally caught.
Scar. I still don't know his real name. The man's like Beetlejuice... or hell, maybe he's Voldemort. He's fucking Bloody Mary. Don't dare say his name or he might show up.
What was unspeakable found voice and its bleating froze the air for a moment hacked from the fabric of time as the secret of all stabbed at his ears.
My name might be Arrow, but it was Hopp who'd pierced my heart like one. I
If you get earaches, I'd turn my volume down a notch or two for you. Cause I will do anything for you.
The ears of the hunted grow even keener than a hunter's.
You're that weird cat-eared cosplay-kid!
Mouse-brained fool
Don't worry, I'm still earthbound,' Friday called down. 'But I've found something!' 'What?' asked Melanie. 'It's a flying fox!' said Friday. 'Don't touch it!' said Melanie. 'It might bite you.
My name is Squirrelpaw, but I never thought I'd wish I was one!
Were you hare when I was fox?
The temptation to betray a secret, always breathing its hot breath in your ear.
Awake and listen, you that are lonely! From the future come winds with stealthy wings, and to subtle ears good tidings are proclaimed.
lithographic
landscape beyond the forgotten
ocean of the innermost ear
where one boy, with a wolf for a heart, wants
to eat the songbird nesting inside the other
no one can catch the mother-effing fox
Eye was a great discovery. He is one of the great vocalists of all time.
One little leak becomes a lake, Says the tiny voice in my earpiece
Who is the monster now?
The trombones crunched redgold under my bed, and behind my gulliver the trumpets threewise silverflamed,
Solitary the thrush,
The hermit withdrawn to himself, avoiding the
settlements,
Sings by himself a song.
Song of the bleeding throat!
I pulled out my mp3 player and stuck the buds in, and letting out a big breath, I started to scroll through my music for something appropriate to kill by. John Tesh, it is.
No onslaught more fierce was ever seen in the savage world of beasts, where some desperate small creature armed with little teeth, alone, will spring upon a tower of horn and hide that stands above its fallen mate.
This destroyer of worlds and creature of wonder.
the distant cries of the seagulls
More like some small, fierce bird of prey, something with a sharp bite. An owl perhaps, that speaks only when the rest of the world sleeps.
Jenny will do well enough.
Hunting Verse - Feet that make no noise; eyes that can see in the dark; ears that can hear the winds in their lairs, and sharp white teeth, all
Ulick Norman Owen.
Holy hell weasel!
I could bend you with my finger and my thumb. A mere reed you feel in my hands. But whatever I do with this cage, I cannot get at you, and it is your soul that I want.
I have a monster under my bed, and it's Mouse.
The belly has no ears.
Worrying too much about other people's ears and not my own, I lost my way.