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I like the idea of taking off like a bird.
Running like a bunny with his tail on fire.
What are you doing to me?" he asked the crow, tearful. Teaching you how to fly. "I can't fly!" You're flying right now. "I'm falling!" Every flight begins with a fall, the crow said.
I'm glad you turned cartwheels here."
Samantha heard the note of loneliness in his voice. "You did hear me say back tuck? Because that was my coolest move."
His arm came around her shoulders, and they started across the space again. "Back tuck. Coolest move. Got it.
Galloping here
Galloping there
Rollicking, frolicking, everywhere!
(Tala's favorite part...)
Let us fly, Madam Harpy Queen. Show me how you dance on the wind.
Wings - -vast shimmering wings, their reach so great they swept the walls on either side of the alley, each feather like the wind-tugged lick of a candle flame.
He's the only one fluttering his wings.
rolling eye balls
A little backflip (backflips), but it's not part of Parkour, but i like doing this since i did gym.
From this vantage point in the summer, the countryside below is a dreaming checkerboard over which it seems that one could, with a running start, spread one's arms and fly.
I'm like a surfer right now. I'm just surfing the wave. Except that I can't swim, so I'm on the board trying to hold on tight.
Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat
Don't stop, get it till ya clothes get wet
Why do you need to gallop while you fly?"
"Why do humans have to sway their arms while they walk? I dunno boss, but it just feels right.
Poised for flight, Wings spread bright, Spring from night into the Sun.
It's dancing! It's magical, actually. A kind of slowish magic. Like writing with your feet.
Short swallow-flights of song, that dip Their wings in tears, and skim away.
I'm learning to fly, but I ain't got wings. Coming down is the hardest thing.
That flopping or pattering was monstrous--I could not look upon the degenerate creatures responsible for it. I would keep my eyes shut till the sound receded toward the west.
She flew across the turbulent gust.
Her eyes fixed, her wings strong
She flies and flies and flies along.
To reach high, to open her wings to the breathing sun rise.
Precarious, life is. A flying leap. A sweep of hand. A star flung across the night. A lucky catch in this whirling juggling circus act.
From Steam Drills, Treadmills, and Shooting Stars
sucking on a football.
A secret spoken finds wings.
It is a bird-flight of the soul, when the heart declares itself in song. The affections that clothe themselves with wings are passions that have been subdued to virtues.
Why can't you just get out of here and leave me alone?"i bellowed.
"i can't!" dylan shouted back,his face twisted with an anger i'd never seen from him.
"you can,"i said through gritted teeth."just point your wings that way and flap!
twirling in his fingers the mummy of a cigar,
Turbulence stretches the eagle's wings.
kissing up, kicking down." Although
She soars on her own wings.
breathtakingly lewd exhibition of modesty.
You wiggle to the left, you wiggle to the right, you do the Ooby Dooby with all your might.
Dry-humping, I believe it's called.
Hoping to Fall Out:
Leaning out as far as she can, hoping she'll fall soon, so she can stop worrying about whether it will happen or not.
Zip zop wop boopity bop.
VIOLENT HOOLA-HOOPING!!!!!!
What need for feathers now? What need to confirm their loss? While the womb-red sky swelled with the promise of tomorrow, and he rode the warm, crimson currents, skimming, wheeling and gliding.
It's a bit like a fledgeling duck, finding your flippers.
You've got to keep things flying.
She flew like a bird, only faster.
I'm not backing down until you talk to me."
"What?" I asked, cupping my hand to my ear. "I can't hear you over the flapping sound of my loose vagina."
The corner of his mouth lifted, and he almost laughed. "Is that what that noise is?" he asked. "I thought it was the air conditioner.
Wings are made to Fly
My hand-stitched wings itch
to take flight
to test the winds of change
that inevitably blow
at the end
of a cycle.
Repooping is the purest form of pooping
Eddies of dry wind whipped tatters of cloth and reed paper about in dancing circles.
Trunk steady knocking/ Floating through the sky, Mary Poppins.
way it sounded, scraping and scuffling
If feathers don't ruffle, nothing flies.
We glide and I feel as if I'm floating.
A twinge of wonderment that might charm the most cynical of New York dance fans ... They raise the bar, and then they jump over it.
Flying High with the Angels
watching the flames twist in the wind.
Feather by feather the goose is plucked.
Man has learned to fly like the birds. Now all he has to do is work out how to do it quietly.
It's the most exciting thing you have ever done with your pants on!
With banner flip-flapping,
one more you'll ride high!
Ready for anything under the sky.
Ready because you're that kind of a guy!
the large black birds swirling and dispersing over
I have wings on the back of my shoulders,
and I'm ready to fly.
Prepared to fly, even if she has to loose her legs to do it
Shitty nappy whizzing through the air, you don't see that in the brochures.
Jet ski and wild noises.
smacking his fist into
Ride the air In whirlwind.
We lifted up and then bobbed.
"Back! Pull it back!" (Christopher)
"It's hard." (Kitty)
"The ground is harder!" (Christopher)
A moment later Jonathan's body wavered in the air, shimmering, and began to go transparent. Don't let them spread silly rumors about me, or make me a god. O.K., Fletch? I'm a seagull. I like to fly, maybe ...
As one, they leap, laughing, and that is where we leave them - mouths open, arms spread wide, fingers splayed to take in the whole world, bodies flying high in defiance of gravity, as if they will never fall.
With birds flying around, man's desire for having wings rises to infinite!
All that pent up longing," he says, "all that desire to flail and flap around. Them wings have needs.
Waiting for something to fall into your lap is a good way to get goosed
Whining and panting beneath
They say that "he who flies highest, falls farthest" - and who am I to argue? But we can't forget that "he who doesn't flap his wings, never flies at all.
This wind's like to push us off the Wall, and I never did learn the knack of flying. They
They do tricks even I can't figure out.
In my raveling thoughts I flew away, as if my spirit were nestled in the breast feathers of some passing hornbill or waxwing.
The fundamental magic of flying, a miracle that has nothing to do with any of its practical purposes - purposes of speed, accessibility, and convenience - and will not change as they change.
His hands fluttered like birds,
each with a fancy silk ribbon
to weave into their nest,
as he stood at the mirror
dressing for work, waving hello
to himself with both hands.
Women have been looking for a cape and have been handed an apron for centuries.
But here was a man who wanted to help women swing their apron around, let it flutter down their backs and watch them soar through the clear blue skies
He moves with the predatory grace of a penguin.
Jump, and you will find out how to unfold your wings as you fall.
Since I have spread my wings to purpose high,
The more beneath my feet the clouds I see,
The more I give the winds my pinions free,
Spurning the earth and soaring to the sky.
You have escaped the cage. Your wings are stretched out. Now fly.
A lumbering soul but trying to fly...
howling alternately
Instead of falling, I am dancing with the wind.
Why does a silly bird go on saying "chiff-chaff" all day long? Is it happiness or hiccups?
Skirts of the unknown, and the white men rushing out of a tumble-down hovel, with great gestures
I was swinging like a toilet door on a prawn trawler.
...the breeze twirled in on itself, picking up the cut grass on the road, spinning a confused chicken around a few times, then straightening back out.
Birds fly with their wings, men with their happiness!
I'm mostly unflappable, but you've flapped me, monster lady.
If get a jump right, there's a feeling of flying.
Sometimes a butterfly flaps its wings and the weather turns out fine.
you...are...a...frige...with...wings...we...are...freaking...ballet...dancers!
a furtive groove
Dance Above The Clouds
soaring with the eagles leaving the turkeys behind
If I see something sagging, bagging or dragging I'll get it nipped, tucked or sucked.
The beauteous dragonfly's dancing By the waves of the rivulet glancing; She dances here and she dances there, The glimmering, glittering flutterer fair. Full many a beetle with loud applause Admires her dress of azure gauze, Admires her body's bright splendour, And also her figure so slender ...
He's throwing everything he can into the air on the chance that something might take flight. And we're the smallest, weakest bird.
So," Asa said conversationally, "want to go home and play butterflies?"
Sebastian grimaced. "Do you promise not to pull my wings off?"
Asa looked at him sideways. "Do you promise to fly back?
Shakin' like a bowl of soup and make your body loop-de-loop.