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our floating barge.
The best leaks always take place in the urinal.
Above us our palace waits, the only one I've ever needed. Its walls are space, its floor is sky, its center everywhere. We rise; the shapes cluster around us in welcome, dissolving and forming again like fireflies in a summer evening.
a misbegotten cockwaffle.
A waffle is like a pancake with a syrup trap.
I do believe that his given name is something odd. Peregrine, Penrose- Piers, that's it."
"He sounds like a dock." Lord Sundron put in.
"Mrs. Hutchins called me a light frigate this morning," Linnet said "a dock might be just the thing for me.
Sugar flake that, yo. Snap, crackle, pop.
Whither thou know'est thy ass from thy elbow
I adore artifice. I always have.
If some hole does not possess striking individuality through some gift of nature, it must be given as much as possible artificially, and the artifice must be introduced in so subtle a manner as to make it seem natural.
PANDEMONIUM, n. Literally, the Place of All the Demons. Most of them have escaped into politics and finance, and the place is now used as a lecture hall by the Audible Reformer.
Tonstant Weader fwowed up.
Is that a space?
No, it's a hydrant.
The gilded spiral
Of longings within.
Our very own cathedral
That points persistently to heaven.
Our Lady of Cheribim Chit-Chat.
I live in the angle of a leaden wall, into whose composition was poured a little alloy of bell-metal. Often, in the repose of my mid-day, there reaches my ears a confused tintinnabulum from without. It is the noise of my contemporaries.
If I'm gonna get my balls blown off for a word, my word is poontang.
I have a heart-shaped hole. Like an empty bird's next, it rests among marigold-hued ruffles above the topmost hook of my corset.
The hole was not left by something removed, but for something anticipated.
If you've never had the chance to visit a Waffle House, simply imagine a gas station bathroom that serves waffles.
The iron ring is worn out by constant use.
[Lat., Ferreus assiduo consumitur anulus usu.]
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
I saw your foner." "Foner?" "Your female boner.
The shelter of excuses has a leaky roof.
Like water leaking through a dam," said Piper.
"Yeah," smiled Percy. "We've got a dam hole."
"What?" Piper asked.
"Nothing," he said. "Inside joke.
Fenwick, sitting down to
Perched on top of the pointed nose of the
Now I have discovered where it is that she goes. It's the guillotine that draws her, across the river in the Place Louis Quinze- Place de la Revolution now-where daily crowds gather, the vendors selling lemonade, the children playing prisoner's base, the old ladies gossiping as the heads fall.
Buggeration and Fuckery
Shortly after his launch into eternity, Bonepenney's room at the inn is rifled by a maiden fair whose name I dare not utter aloud but who now sits demurely before me ...
Whither thou goest...
Popcorn-can cover / screwed to the wall / over a hole / so the cold / can't mouse in.
The same that oft-times hath
charm'd magic casements,
opening on the foam
of perilous seas, in fairy lands forlorn.
THE ADVENTURE OF WISTERIA LODGE
Pustular berk with the charisma of a plimsole
The Springboard. Denning
Madame Maxime entered
cast-iron erection, on
Nothing but a speck we seem In the waste of waters round, Floating, floating like a dream, Outward bound.
anglepoise lamp.
Swells, Marina? we ocean, depths, Marina? we sky!
Calumniate, calumniate; there will always be something which sticks.
Flakes. I was exhausted, shattered, in bewilderment. But behind the bewilderment the truth was
The Hemlock Tearoom and Stationery
Her mighty eyebrow rose like a kite catching the wind, flock of geese fleeing a shotgun blast, excursion balloon departing carnival grounds.
And now, in the interest of equal time, here is a message from the National Institute of Pancakes: It reads, and I quote, Fuck waffles.
The fast fliers are not disgraced." Queen Ree reached up for the missing tiara. "She saved us, but she's with him now."
Vidia was complicated, two fairies in one, a loyal traitor.
That Fish of yours is queer in her attic.'
'Freddy, she is not!'
Must be. Dash it, wouldn't write to you about Henry VIII if she wasn't! Stands to reason.
Fong's obscenity-spattered fit about keyboards. So what to look
There was Fiona Fiddick's faculties for both humour and sewing, which enabled her to hide the words FEED ME in an embroidered nosegay of coral peonies which Miss Sheffleton proudly hung upon the classroom wall.
Pipes filled with brine that spied on the inhabitants of buildings watching, listening, hunting. You might obscure the attention of the Londonmancers, with the complicity of a treacherous borough, with strikebreaking hexes strong enough: but nothing could stay hidden from an inquisitive sea.
Now stiff on a pillar with a phallic air nelson stylites in Trafalgar square reminds the British what once they were.
The Flutie Bowl is a great event that brings together people who really care about the autism community. We always have a great time bowling and playing music.
she's just passing through. And she's staying at the motherfucking Four Seasons Hotel. That's just fan-fucking-tastic." "Quin,
Hickory dickory dock my daddy's nuts from shellshock.
Gonna be a real frog-strangling turd-floater.
Out of some subway scuttle, cell or loft
A bedlamite speeds to thy parapets,
Tilting there momently, shrill shirt ballooning,
A jest falls from the speechless caravan.
A flatterers throat is an open Sepulcher.
Time to release the kraken, Mr Fenton,
O the wind is a faun in the spring time
When the ways are green for the tread of the May!
List! hark his lay!
Whist! mark his play!
T-r-r-r-l!
Hear how gay!
Waffles are like pancakes with syrup traps
Fraugh!" cried the sleeper, as though he suddenly understood all.
"Braugh!" he cried, not liking at all what he suddenly understood.
"Sup-foe!" he said, saying in no uncertain terms what he was going to do about it.
"Floof!" he cried.
A letter today from a Mrs Gladys Freeman, 45 Sebastopol Terrace, Blackpool. 'Sir, reference the room you had here during the party conference season. Well, we know what it is. We know who done it. But for heaven's sake tell us where it is!
Fie, wrangling queen!
Whom everything becomes, to chide, to laugh,
To weep; whose every passion fully strives
To make itself, in thee, fair and admired!
Sqwaak!" from Fletcher, the environmental crime fighting parrot in The Big Belch graphic novel by Kay Wood.
corner, an empty shell that is merely
Cosmo Girl with a passion for fashion and a magic flask.
Any port in a storm.
Faviana is a line that girls can feel super-glamorous in. A lot of their designs are kind of based off of what celebrities wear on the red carpet!
An inflated balloon
impressive to look at but hollow at the core and easily punctured.
In the V-shaped opening of her crape bodice Mlle. Vinteuil felt the sting of her friend's sudden kiss; ...
It's called a sea anchor,' [Evanlyn] explained. 'It'll stop us drifting too far.'
Alyss was impressed. 'And you said you were pig-ignorant when it came to boats.'
'I don't remember saying that,' Evanlyn replied with a frown.
Alyss shrugged. 'Oh? Well, it must have been me.
Fitz fixes fyces fitz.Fatsafices.
THROUGH THE TRAPDOOR I
Pony eyed the pitcher of hot fudge sauce Nellie had placed on the table. "And if you pass that pitcher, I will reveal a nugget of information that will please you and instantly return me to your good goddess graces."
Nellie pushed the pitcher forward. "Spill. Not the fudge sauce. The info.
thy neck is an iron sinew, and thy brow brass;
A city where the Capitol Dome, perforated like a kitchen colander, is the symbol of how secrets are kept ...
I've got four piercings in my left, so we've dubbed my right one the 'period drama ear.' I have to be filmed from that side when I do emotional close-ups in 'Downton.'
titillate an ocelot?' Answer: 'Oscillate its tit a lot.
Flavius's foot catches on a metal grate over a circular opening in the floor, and my stomach contracts when I think of why a room would need a drain. The stains of human misery that must have been hosed off these white tiles ...
Bill Door was impressed. Miss Flitworth could actually give the word "revenue", which had two vowels and one diphthong, all the peremptoriness of the word "scum.
The Jenny Haniver was repaired. He put his hand flat on the chart table and let the steady throb of Anchorage's engines beat against his palm, and it felt like home. In a cheap hotel behind Wolverinehampton's air-quay Widgery Blinkoe's five wives turned five
Kitty, The "Secret Annexe
cosine wherry, a wooden rowboat hand
My affection hath an unknown bottom, like the Bay of Portugal.
I'm not a fan of the wimple; you can't hear much when you've got it on.
flaxen mane and tail. The Black Forest horses had a draft-like
I am a cage, in search of a bird.
A plane of cheekbone,
The female covers her breasts, and then proceeds to redefine their shape with a brassiere. This sexual signaling device may be padded or inflatable, so that it not only reinstates the concealed shape, but also enlarges it, imitating in this way the breast swelling that occurs during sexual arousal.
Oh, fiddle-faddle.
I'm a cage, in search of a bird.
Fee-fi-fo-fum -
Now I'm borrowed.
Now I'm numb.
It sure is a pleasure not having Flume around in the mess hall any more. No more of that 'Pass the salt, Walt.'"
"Or 'Pass the bread, Fred.'"
"Or 'Shoot me a beet, Pete.
Just remember, golf is flog spelled backwards.
Never has my flabber been so completely gasted.
All this wondering was the weather vane on top of the building of unrest and of discontent
I saw a Puffin
In the Bay of Baffin
Sittin on Nuffin
And it was Laffin.
I felt like Frederic Moreau arriving late and uninvited at Monsieur Dambreuse's elite salon in Flaubert's Sentimental Education - a
The Caddo Bayou Marina.
Remember the Wizard Archer's drill arrows that rescued the entombed miners? Well, we're drilling holes in your swiss cheese building to rescue you from a costly boner!