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rise of frustration.
The half minute which we daily devote to the winding-up of our watches is an exertion of labour almost insensible; yet, by the aid of a few wheels, its effect is spread over the whole twenty-four hours.
Basking in the light and glory that comes with not giving a damn.
Quiet the mind's constant chatter of uncontrolled thoughts.
I'm a tuning fork, tense and twanging all the time ...
we must not fret over things that are not in our control.
Enthusiasm is everything. It must be taut and vibrating like a guitar string.
The windy satisfaction of the tongue.
The truth shall make thee fret
tittering on the brink of a war.
Running like a bunny with his tail on fire.
I don't like to fly. What's it called when the plane shakes? Turbulence, takeoffs ... I grab my chair, close my eyes, count to 30, breathe, and pray.
Hurrying, dragging, falling, crying, calling out names hopefully and hopelessly.
Making knots. Making knots. No word. Making knots. Tick-tock. This is a clock. Do not think of Gale. Do not think of Peeta. Making knots.
Bein' cooped up indoors. The little finger waggled briefly.
Something doing every minute' may be a gesture of despair
or the height of a battle against boredom.
Whining and panting beneath
A soft hushing sound, like fingernails scratching down an endless sheet of paper.
Loosen your girdle and let er fly!
The fun we'll have tonight is called figging.
I was learning the ways of the world; one of them being that the presence of a certain type of curly-haired man - your type - will cause you to fidget and fidget until the only way to reach some level of calm is to touch him. pg.38
Prowling about the rooms, sitting down, getting up, stirring the fire, looking out the window, teasing my hair, sitting down to write, writing nothing, writing something and tearing it up ...
The delicate sensitivity of a frightened rattlesnake.
When I am designing, my aim is to create tension and then gradually proceed into quiet.
Ducking, weaving, bouncing away from the knockout blow which must inevitably come.
Worry pretends to be necessary but serves no useful purpose
Worry is a mean-faced dwarf who beats on your heart like a kettledrum.
A sound waiting to be a word.
Yielding, like ice about to melt.
To be calm when you've found something going on
The tension is making him practically vibrate.
I have had my share of twiddling my thumbs while sitting idle at home
Braying of arrogant brass, whimper of querulous reeds.
The computer, the noise of the computer feels like impatience. It's sort of the sound of impatience to me.
Leash the anger on purpose.
Unleash it when falling apart.
With little wit and ease to suit them, They whirl in narrow circling trails, Like kittens playing with their tails.
The more perfectly you can refine the process of Frisbee, the tighter your energy is and the more you become one with the nothingness of the Frisbee, the nothingness of the play.
We fret about how to keep going the same old way when we should be casting around for another way that's better.
The noise the phone makes when you leave it off the hook It stops after a while.
Wiggle 'til you're high, wiggle 'til you're higher, wiggle 'til you vomit fire.
do not fret - it leads only to evil.
Frau Elena paces the parlor, her slippers whispering left, whispering right. Coal cars grind past in the wet dark. Machinery hums in the distance: pistons throbbing, belts turning. Smoothly. Madly.
Trying to evade the people who frighten us. We come to work, have lunch, and go home. We goose-step in and goose-step out, changing our partner and wander all about, sashay around for a pat on the head, and promenade home till we all drop dead.
Faffing is good. It is an important part of life. Faffing is when we disconnect from the matrix and idle for a while, like a car. Our body and spirit know deep down that human beings were not made for constant toil so subconsciously creates space through the mechanism of faffing.
a furtive groove
Gently I stir a white feather fan,
With open shirt sitting in a green wood.
I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone;
A wind from the pine-tree trickles on my bare head.
Nothing is so aggravating than calmness.
They tire of quiet, that have known the storm
Swish and flick.
Music loud, I can't help but wiggle a bit and I think that movement finds its way into the paintings ... I can see it in the strokes.
One's whole being vibrates like strings brushed by an invisible wind.
Fight, flight, and screw up royaly.
way it sounded, scraping and scuffling
In-Between the strumming of the strings...
a Life is Lived and Ends...
Play your music well, It's All you have to Give
rippling response stroking over his cock.
How do our lives ravel out
into the no-wind, no-sound,
the weary gestures wearily recapitulant:
echoes of old compulsions with no-hand on no-string:
in sunset we fall into furious attitudes,
dead gestures of dolls.
No fickleness in flight like that of wind or women's fancy,
Unnerved, the nerve, you're nervous, nervous that I'm right.
My eyes flew open, and I pushed back against rock-hard shoulders. I let out a little squeak of horror.
"It's me," said a familiar voice.
... "Eric, what are you doing here?"
"Snuggling.
fisselig (German):
Flustered to the point of incompetence. A temporary state of inexactitude and sloppiness that is elicited by another person's nagging.
Buggeration and Fuckery
It's funny how all the fussing and fighting turns into us f-king and flying.
"Nix, I know you're faking the static." She could picture her sister blowing into her fist directly at the receiver. The static abruptly stopped. "Why?"
"It seamed less rude than the alternative."
"What's that?"
Click.
I'm always tweaking, always trying to make it better, constantly moving the levers and dials.
[W]e should be mucking about all the time, because mucking about is enjoying life for its own sake, now, and not in preparation for an imaginary future. It's obvious that the mirth-filled man, the cheerful soul, the childish adult is the one who has least to fear from life.
What are you doing?"
"What I've wanted to do for a long time."
She couldn't move, couldn't think. She was lost in his dark eyes, and as he slowly lowered his head toward hers, she whispered, "Are you going to throttle me, then?"
He was laughing when he kissed her.
There is a fierce joy to letting loose, to cutting yourself free from all the countless mundane threads of restraint that fix like you in your place, that tighten so gradually day by day that you do not even realize how bowed you are until you're quit of them.
As Shakespeare said, there's nothin' cooler than droppin' the 'g's off of gerunds!
I wonder that among all the evils deprecated in the Liturgy, no one thought of inserting flitting. Is there any worse thing? Oh no, no!
Flight, its upper and lower wings spread wide, its toy-car wheels resting lightly on the grass, its long tail tapering behind. The weather was fine with gentle breezes, and the little aircraft trembled in the wind,
I steadied by guitar against the table, and steadied myself with it.
And forgot every rule I had ever known.
Thinking about what songs are coming next instead of just relaxing, breathing and playing from my heart. Sometimes it can get to be almost like the enemy.
Soup simmering, music of idle gossip, yammering kids, domestic chaos - long adjusted to this rolling scene, you show them your lofty calm.
Busying herself with inconsequential tasks.
Frustration was my constant companion. I wanted to scream. What the he-eck are we supposed to do now? I asked Fang.
He looked at me, and I could tell he was mulling over the problem. He held out a small waxed-paper bag.
Peanut?
When people are nervous, some people move around. Some people scratch their leg.
Switchin' speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' up Fuji in a movie.
Nothing is so aggravating as calmness.
Its the shingaling, baby!
The sin was mine; I did not understand. So now is music prisoned in her cave, Save where some ebbing desultory wave Frets with its restless whirls this meagre strand ...
The dancer's trembling heart must bring everything into harmony, from the tips of her shoes to the flutter of her eyelashes, from the ruffles of her dress to the incessant play of her fingers.
Whistling to keep myself from being afraid.
What is the blonde doing when she holds her hands tightly over her ears? Trying to hold on to a thought.
Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life.
Palm twitching mad, especially now
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.
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.
Frivolity is a stern taskmaster.
Jet ski and wild noises.
Don't make me flip you off"
"Why would I deprive you of a favourite hobby?"
"Because my finger's getting sore.
Worry is a habit that shatters our peace of mind and needlessly drains our energy, a form of mental masturbation without any benefits.
Battering the gates of heaven with the storms of prayer.
If I'm moving too fast or coming on too hard...
None of the things one frets about ever happen. Something one's never thought of does.
A single three-bladed fan turned slowly in the centre of the ceiling, barely disturbing the scorching air which filled the small prefabricated hut like an oven...
Galloping here
Galloping there
Rollicking, frolicking, everywhere!
(Tala's favorite part...)
It's a buzz every time you perform under pressure.
Loaming is my special word for it..it's a combination of looming and roaming
Surrender to the flow.
Sometimes you need to ease off in order to go faster