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It is quite a three-pipe problem.
Small pitchers have wyde eares.
I drank, sucking the blood out of the holes, experiencing for the first time since infancy the special pleasure of sucking nourishment, the body focused with the mind upon one vital source.
Flow down and down in always widening rings of being.
The only substance that goes in and never leaves, are words
barrels into the shaft as far
How you refill. Lying there. Something like happiness, just like water, pure and clear pouring in. So good you don't even welcome it, it runs through you in a bright stream, as if it has been there all along.
shut and slipped into
Six biscuits, crow, hydrant!
I will pull your pancreas out through your nose and feed it back to you in a drip inserted into your anus is that clear?
The cistern contains: the fountain overflows.
instinct leads me to another flow
Schopenhauer and Spinoza distilled, condensed, and funneled through the pupil, along the optic nerve, and directly into our occipital lobes. I'd love to be able to eat with my eyes - I'm
A river of images and thoughts and feelings, dirtied and polluted so that no one could drink from it without gagging.
Hedge put a drinking straw next to Nico's mouth. "Have some Gatorade."
"I-I don't want-"
"You'll have some Gatorade," the coach insisted.
Nico had some Gatorade.
Hooper ladled chum, which sounded to Brody, every time it hit the water, like diarrhea.
When God's in it ... it flows. When the flesh is in it ... it's forced.
Flow is not just about what you hold on to; it is also about what you let go of.
Eternally, woman spills herself away in driblets to the thirsty, seldom being allowed the time, the quiet, the peace, to let the pitcher fill up to the brim.
What is in the well of the heart will come up through the bucket of the mouth.
Every man is the inlet and may become the outlet of all there is in God.
It is usual that little streams put their mouths into big rivers. Most rivers can also be traced to the big sea. The fact that you start with a small choice does not mean you will be on that narrow road forever.
It was a belt canteen of flexible synthetic divided into half-litre pockets. The weight was taken by shoulder straps and a tube ran up the left suspender, ending in a nipple near his mouth, so that he might drink without taking it off.
He gripped the flask with the tongs, and taking care not to spill the tiniest drop, he poured the contents into the plastic bucket. One false move was all it would take.
The arrow increased without motion, then in a quick swirl the trout lipped a fly beneath the surface with that sort of gigantic delicacy of an elephant picking up a peanut.
Plots within plots, but all roads lead down the dragon's gullet.
It doesn't matter if the glass is half full or half empty. I am gonna drink it through this crazy straw.
If their occupation is actual work they prefer to pump water into cisterns,
two of which leak through holes in the bottom and one of
which is water-tight. A, of course, has the good one;
When in doubt, bourbon through it.
Take a cutlass, him that dares, and I'll see the colour of his inside, crutch and all, before that pipe's empty.
Who would drink from a cup when they can drink from the source?
Pour out the wine without restraint or stay,
Pour not by cups, but by the bellyful,
Pour out to all that wull.
What the Way is to the world, the stream is to the river and the sea.
Each one of us is an outlet to God and an inlet to God.
You drink from a rabbit and you think I smell?
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.
I know why logs spit. I know what it is to be consumed
What passes the
lips goes straight to the hips.
First you take a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes you.
Pel-i-cans, their beaks hold more than their bellies can.
Every path hath a puddle.
The filter's the best part. That's where they put the heroin.
The bitter dregs of Fortune's cup to drain.
I can hear, underground, that sucking and sobbing, In my veins, in my bones I feel it,- The small water seeping upward, The tight grains parting at last. When sprouts break out, Slippery as fish, I quail, lean to beginnings, sheath-wet.
The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well.
Caught between the tongue and the taste.
The scene fascinated me: a round straw hat; the funnel leaning left, the stairway leaning right; the white drawbridge, its railings made of chain; white suspenders crossed on the back of a man below; circular iron machinery; a mast that cut into the sky, completing a triangle.
I'm not sure how people drink out of skulls, Jinx added. Calvin had too many holes in him to make a good cup.
water wants to flow,
move your container easily.
It goes on top and breaks down,
It can emit a high or low sound.
Each atom of such noisy chute
Exhale the aroma of a ripe fruit.
I see through your brain like I see through the water that runs down the drain.
Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me: "Pipe a song about a Lamb." So I piped with merry cheer; "Piper, pipe that song again." So I piped; he wept to hear.
When if or chance or hunger's powerful sway Directs the roving trout this fatal way, He greedily sucks in the twining bait, And tugs and nibbles the fallacious meat. Now, happy fisherman; now twitch the line! How thy rod bends! behold, the prize is thine!
When you are in the center of God's will, my friend, it flows.
Streams may spring from one source and yet some may be clear and some be foul.
Both the vessel and the receiver must be chosen carefully according to the nature of the ting to be distilled.
Cautious of the flood so I always lay the right pipe.
I drink from a small spring,
my thirst exceeds the ocean.
Look upstream. Just simply turn around; have you no will?
Today God gives milk / and I have the pail.
Why don't I drink from a straw? Because straws are for suckers.
An old earthen pipe like myself is dry and thirsty and so a most voracious drinker of life at its source; I'm no more to be split by the vital stream than if I were stone or steel.
We have made many glass vessels ... with tubes two cubits long. These were filled with mercury, the open end was closed with the finger, and the tubes were then inverted in a vessel where there was mercury.
The throat: how strange, that there is not more erotic emphasis upon it. For here, through this compound pulsing pillar, our life makes its leap into spirit, and in the other direction gulps down what it needs of the material world.
We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.
Don't hand me another glass of wine. Pour it in my mouth. I've lost the way to my mouth.
I'm going down the apples and pears, into the jam jar, down the frog and toad into the rub-da-dub-dub, and I'm going to have pig's ear.
The liquid inside was pitching and rolling, like there was a storm inside the tiny capsule.
Life's too big to fit in a bucket
Spirals.... this town is contaminated with spirals.
A little and good fills the trencher.
Straw shows which way the wind is blowing.
Don't you have a machine that puts food into the mouth and pushes it down?
Piglet opened the letter box and climbed in. Then, having untied himself, he began to squeeze into the slit, through which in the old days when front doors were front doors, many an unexpected letter than WOL had written to himself, had come slipping.
Most people need a philosophical enema and I'm the bag with the pipe.
Inside this clay jug there are canyons and pine mountains,
and the maker of canyons and mountains!
All seven oceans are inside, and hundreds of millions of stars.
THROUGH THE TRAPDOOR I
I tried to think outside the box but couldn't open the lid.
..if you put enough raindrops together you have a river.
I look at a stream and I see myself: a native South African, flowing irresistibly over hard obstacles until they become smooth and, one day, disappear - flowing from an origin that has been forgotten toward an end that will never be.
A sort of botanical glory-hole
She watched as the chocolate looped through the tubes, then flowed along a flat surface until it cascaded over the edge, creating a chocolate waterfall so smooth and shiny she could see her reflection in it. The
If the colander is perforated, then the hole filled vessel is irrelevant".
~R. Alan Woods [2012]
When the water reaches the upper level, follow the rats.
Letmeoutletme
outletmeoutletmeout.
Wait--let me back in!
...
Letmeinletme
inletmeinletmein.
Wait--let me back out!
Pru, you have the depth of a puddle.
Society can transport money from rich to poor only in a leaky bucket
If Christ were only a cistern, we might soon exhaust His fullness - but who can drain a fountain?
Two reeds drink from the same stream. One is hollow, the other is sugarcane. - MOROCCAN PROVERB
Water from your own cistern, water flowing from your own well.
Shortest straw pulls the skunk's tail.
The look in her eyes is of a person who drank from the end of a gun barrel and found it delicious.
Every day the bucket a-go a well, one day the bottom a-go drop out.
Questions swirled in my brain like terrified bait minnows in a bucket.
Drop by drop is the water pot filled. Likewise, the wise man, gathering it little by little, fills himself with good.
One can be emptied out and be filled up.
Vodka Redbull: Upper meets downer in an effervescent hybrid of bubble gum and junkie piss
Stream is stream.
You know what it's like," said Storm, "when you want to
just
pour a woman into a glass and
just-drink her
just drink her down, one gulp, body and soul?