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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.
Liar, liar, your knickers are on fire.
Baby you're a firework, come on, let your colors burst!!
[redacted; spurious].
Please stop trifling.
And we were a box of fireworks. A sixty-gallon drum of gasoline. An unstable container of napalm.
One spark, one look, was all it took.
We went up in flames.
smouldering away in a fit of impotent rage
red-hot fireflies
The word bollocks seems strong, punk rock, and imposing, but in reality, bollocks is always too tame to make much of an impact.
What the heck is this, a trivet?"
"I AM WAFFLE FACE!
No matter how much he denied his attraction to her, those red curls haunted his dreams like brilliant flames that couldn't be extinguished...
"Fuirich air falbh on teine," he said under his breath, but loud enough for her to hear. Stay away from the fire.
Amazingly flaverly? Or flavored with amazin?
-Francis Vallejo
I don't know how to blow stuff up. You were hurting, and I wanted to help, but I didn't know how, so I blew something up.
A brick is ... ... ... Well it's a bloody brick what more do you want from me?
You're a marshmallow. Soft and sweet and when you get heated up you go all gooey and delicious.-
Bubbles of false opinion will last whole ages, and deceive whole generations, till they are broken by some powerful breath, and even then how often they reunite, and again shine in the eyes of men, who hold them solid as cannon-balls!
Firework test fizzled past like a misbegotten angel
Pretend that I ain't in fact/Coming off like a thin hat/Where strong wind at
Let's blow some stuff up.
What it's like being the balloon, when someone lets go of the string. Kennedy
Balloons, all blown up. How, where and why he got
The word rattled in my head like rocks in an oatmeal box.
Puddleglum!" said Jill. "You're a regular old humbug. You sound as doleful as a funeral and I believe you're perfectly happy. And you talk as if you were afraid of everything, when you're really as brave as - as a lion.
Now, for the first time in my life, I empathize 100 percent with Fluff McFly. My heart is beating at hamster-speed and I am throwing my eyes around the room, looking for some way out.
Everything I've ever done in my life has been a fluke.
Now I'm a spent firework; but at least I've been a firework.
Whatever it is, it's better in the wind.
Snuffleupagus was real. No
From a small spark, Great flame has risen.
Brim is hope. Brim is love.
The guns of the big events rumble through our pages, but the tiny firecrackers are constantly hissing and popping there as well; it appears that much of my life as a journalist has been devoted to sedulously setting off firecrackers.
A flash of lightning
My heart is a water balloon exploding in my chest.
Then, three years ago, on a night very like tonight, the Prime Minister had been alone in his office when the portrait had once again announced the imminent arrival of Fudge, who had burst out of the fireplace, sopping wet and in a state of considerable panic.
[Non-flammable? Challenge accepted.]
[Alan], I texted, [arson is bad.]
[It's in the spirit of academic inquiry! It's SCIENCE!]
['Science' is not a legal defense.]
[Damn them.]
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Hell-bent on extinguishing
A flutist who is moved to tears by his own performance will soon make the listeners laugh because of the sounds that he produces.
Bullshit is truth, truth bullshit
I'm ridiculous, I'm ludicrous.
As to spelling the very frequent word though with six letters instead of two, it is impossible to discuss it, as it is outside the range of common sanity. In comparison such a monstrosity as phlegm for flem is merely disgusting.
Gloating sack of fictional cellular miss-firings. "Wow,
Wow...that was SQUISHY.
Blowfish, did you say?" "Ah, no. Blofis, actually." "Oh, I see," Poseidon said. "A shame. I quite like blowfish.
No spark, no boom.
Another term for balloon is bad breath holder.
Thinks the sun shines out yer clacker.
FLAME ON, MOTHERFUCKER!
Let me blow that up for you again.Blow-- Colin Powell
Warm fuzzies?"
"I don't do warm fuzzies."
Well, we can't win 'em all.
"I do scorching blazes," he muttered under his breath. "That sear you alive.
hurtling through space at mach eight. Flak
Who needs fireworks when I have you?
Your toaster's a puff.
He fumed like a bottled storm.
Conor, haven't you ever seen a firefly before?"
"Not like that. That's a flyine sixty-watt lightbulb.
He was flabbergasted. That was the best word. His flabber had been thoroughly gasted.
Excellent. They were flammable.
They are a bunch of fish covered in feathers trying to convince the public they can fly, and I am simply a bird in their midst.
Your window square a yellow kite, and the Moon a white balloon
We are flying over a ball of fire.
Look at me! I'm a puffy pink cloud!
I am a bed of sparks you breathe upon and kindle
A Waft of Cheese
It reminded Freddy of the World War II acronym, SNAFU. Situation normal, all fucked up.
A wanton waste of projectiles.
A few feathery flakes are scattered widely through the air, and hover downward with uncertain flight, now almost alighting on the earth, now whirled again aloft into remote regions of the atmosphere.
Tired of dancing on a pot of gold flake paint
Nobody can be uncheered with a balloon.
We've got a bad fire let's get out ... We're burning up.
Oh, fiddle-faddle.
fisselig (German):
Flustered to the point of incompetence. A temporary state of inexactitude and sloppiness that is elicited by another person's nagging.
If your a fly, fly awayFly-- Connor Smith
Summer here comes on like a zaftig hippie chick, jazzed on chlorophyll and flinging fistfuls of butterflies to the sun.
In a moment of pure frustration today, I came to the conclusion that there is no angry way to say 'bubbles'...
She's no flibberti-gibberti mamzell, but a whir-stir-get-lost-sir bundla dynamite!
What's a miffin?"
"Trippy muffin.
A steady flame unwavering & honest
I had hoped, as a broadcaster, to be merely ludicrous, but this is a hard world to be ludicrous in, with so many human beings so reluctant to laugh, so incapable of thought, so eager to believe and snarl and hate. So many people wanted to believe me! Say
Squeej? What kind of name was that for a pilot?
He felt like a helium balloon straining skyward on a slender string.
The paper burns, but the words fly free.
Her words were like tinfoil; they shone and they covered things up.
Nothing sparkly can stay.
fishhook. It's squiggly like a worm. Something's
How posterity will laugh at us, one way or other! If half a dozen break their necks, and balloonism is exploded, we shall be called fools for having imagined it could be brought to use: if it should be turned to account, we shall be ridiculed for having doubted.
Pompous worm-faced snob-head camel turd.
Cause' baby you're a firework!
If have got my spindle and my distaff ready
my pen and mind
never doubting for an instant that God will send me flax.
Jet Noise, the Sound of Freedom.
Splendiferous. That's your word. It's yellow with six legs and it's crawling up your arm.
I am flushed and warm.
I think I may be enormous,
I am so stupidly happy,
My wellingtons
Squelching and squelching through the beautiful red.
Chicken fizz! O Lord, protect all of us who toil in the vineyards of experimental chemistry!
What had happened to the old Jack Grammar, the one who would have flubbed it somehow?
Well, I reasoned: I could still flub it. Let the flubbing begin!
Oh, for shame! Nancy, have you never seen Florrie's face in a chrysanthemum, or a rose?'
'Never.' I said. 'Though there was a flounder for sale on a fishmonger's barrow, in Whitechapel yesterday, and the likeness was quite uncanny. I very nearly brought it home ...
A team without hope fizzles: no flameout, no fire.
Fuss is the froth of business.
Sorry, I'm allergic to bullshit.
Gold wrapped old crap.
I need some Ummagumma.
It's funny how all the fussing and fighting turns into us f-king and flying.