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The gaja might despise the Romany, but no Rom ever forgot his dead. For him, roaming over the earth were not only the half million Gypsies who drew breath but also the countless Gypsies who had gone before, restless spirits still wandering through cities and deserts, still real.
Toby Tyrrell unravels the various formulations of Gaia and explains how recent scientific developments bring the hypothesis into question. His criticisms are insightful, profound, and convincing, but fair. On Gaia is wonderfully informative and a pleasure to read.
I jokingly refer to the word 'gourmet' as the 'g' word.
There are gators, thousands of them. " said Rashawn.
" Then we better get out of here before we end up as a feast for gators." said Nicole. " What are going to do with him?" looking at the dead driver. " Let's get out of here and let him be the feast
The greasier, the better ...
Baby Feet (Again) Jimmy
Hakkai: Your footwork is lacking.
Gojyo: It's hard to control such long, sexy gams.
Oh, Georgia booze is mighty fine booze, The best yuh ever poured yuh, But it eats the soles right offen yore shoes, For Hell's broke loose in Georgia.
Like God and McDonalds, Aggi was everywhere
People are dreams and awkwardness and gawk.
Our Garrick 's a salad; for in him we see Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree!
I am not about to deny your salaciousness, my dear Aggs.
My life would be better without Gristedes.
Georgia! What are you doing here?
Grundy HATE Nazis! Grundy hate EVERYONE!
Less than forty-eight hours until G-Day, when Gaea the Princess of Potty Sludge would awaken in all her dirt-faced glory.
Gaby wasn't having much luck with cats lately. The stray from yesterday had left her with red welts and a bad dream, and Lemon had just tried to eat her hair.
The gretteste clerkes been noght wisest men.
What, when drunk, one sees in other women, one sees in Garbo sober.
The Gamifaction Movement is trying to help companies engage their audience and community by using game mechanics and wrapping them around shopping or achievements, so you get achievements for coming to a store or purchasing things, like rewarding activities.
Givi<>ng>ngng> these students, teenagers, any form of power over the use of their own words, allowi<>ng>ngng> them to turn everyday raw material into some form of beauty, is a gift beyond measure.
All is not gold that glisters.
GAWKING IS A LOOK stronger than a stare. The gawk was full of brazen curiosity, pity, and fear, every unattractive human emotion rolled into one unflattering facial expression.
Dylan Quinn's knickers,
He's just a man names Gatsby.
I picked up my college copy of 'The Great Gatsby' in an attempt to recover from the movie and was interested to find out what I'd underlined. The answer was basically: everything.
rolling eye balls
The rooftops of Ankh-Morpork sprouted a fine array of gargoyles even in normal times, but now they were alive with as ghastly an array of faces as ever were seen outside a woodcut about the evils of gin-drinking among the non-woodcut-buying classes.
The GP appeared in its typical V formation. "Goose on the lawn," Luc said. "Goose?" I asked. "That V formation. I like to use derogatory terms to describe the GP whenever possible.
THE "GLORI A SCOTT
great-grandmother's
Gamache was the best of them, the smartest and bravest and strongest because he was willing to go into his own head alone, and open all the doors there, and enter all the dark rooms. And make friends with what he found there.
She smells like angels ought to smell, the perfect woman ... the Goddess. Goldie. She says her name is Goldie.
Took the G out yo waffle, all you got left is your ego.
fags?" "I don't know - " "Do we look like we like fags?" "No, but . . ." "We're your friends, Steve-o," Morrison said solemnly. "And believe me, you and Chris and Webby need all
GWGs [girls with glasses] aren't happy being nomads; they need a safe place to put their glasses while they sleep.
Give to a being the useless, and deprive him of the needful, and you have the gamin.
Well, any friend of Gatsby is a friend of mine
Bode Gazzer was five feet six and had never forgiven his parents for it. He wore three-inch snakeskin shitkickers and walked with a swagger that suggested not brawn so much as hemorrhoidal tribulation.
Country IX. The Gorgon's Head X. Two Promises XI. A Companion Picture XII. The Fellow
Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood.
I can't believe Gram just said sex appeal.
Damn deez doilies!
Gil's hands imprison my own.
I'm a big goofball, you know. Don't tell anyone that, but I'm a big goofball. In Australia we call it a dag.
A gardin is where you can find a whole spectrum of life, birth and death
Long as I can spell G-o-d I got somebody along.
woollyheads and silvergrays, and am unable to understand
The rectum of Wybo Gerritszoon releases a hot fart of horror.
Jay Gatsby: Old sport.
G.U.R.U - Gee, you are you!Gee-- Jean Houston
My Little Pegasus pyjamas, the
Greaness IS for ALL of US. We just need to keep Believing in ourselves and follow our dreams.
Gee-word?"
"Gods. What were you doin' the day they handed out brains, boy, anyway?"
"Someone was telling a story about stealing a tiger's balls, and I had to stop and find out how it ended.
All that glisters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told:
Many a man his life hath sold
But my outside to behold:
Gilded tombs do worms enfold.
These are Gerald Celente's three Gs: gold, guns and a getaway plan.
Sisters of the Nigrizia
Gamache in anger. "He knew that's
Go away, G. I'm wooing.
Bonkie bit Garp!"
Garp bit Bonkie
For Armand Gamache knew what not-nice was. He knew what cruelty, despair, horror were. And he knew what a forgotten, and precious quality 'nice'was.
Genghises. Large, angry Genghises.
Break the chaings.
I love you more than I love goats, and you know how I feel about goats, Gaby said.
Back when we started this show, the hottest program on television was 'Keeping Up With the Gabors.'
hi my name is gail xxxx #swag
Thou art god, I am god. All that groks is god.
Something in his leisurely move- ments and the secure position of his feet upon the lawn suggested that it was Mr. Gatsby himself, come out to deter- mine what share was his of our local heavens.
G.O.D Great Omnipresent Divinity
Snooty high heels.
Sarah Jane turned to face me square on, her eyes full of compassion and wisdom and strength I could never match. "You are the gaurdian, Jess. The truth is inside you if you look for it. Trust that you're here because you're destined to be.
Our creature comforts
Gaia has left us wonder wherever we go, if we only open our eyes to it." ~ Atticus
Garp was a natural storyteller; he could make things up, one right after the other, and they seemed to fit. But what did they mean?
She's-big-she's-blond-she-works-in-deli Georgia
This level of operational and organisational perfection for a body that has a scourge as unpredictable as terrorism to deal with is nearly utopian, but it is what GATA must strive to reach, a pursuit that must be written in its DNA.
The name was supposed to be 'Googol,' which is the mathematical term for a 1 followed by 100 zeroes. It was before the Google spellchecker existed.
[Garrincha] was the one who would climb out of the training camp window because he heard from some far-off back alley call of a ball asking to be played with, music demanding to be danced to, a woman wanting to be kissed.
This was the face that Ga had shown the world, that of a boy who had swallowed the things that had happened to him, but who wouldn't understand what they meant for a long, long time.
Gaea?" Leo shook his head. "Isn't that Mother Nature? She's supposed to have, like, flowers in her hair and birds singing around her and dear and rabbits doing her laundry."
"Leo, that's Snow White," Piper said.
I intend to make Georgia howl.
Ye gods and little fishes.
There's ten thousand wyes a hen can get into a gairden, but only the wan wye she can get oot, and it's gey ill for her to find it.
Things We Couldn't Say,
There is not a single true chess-player in the world whose heart does not beat faster at the mere sound of such long beloved and familiar words as 'gambit games'.
Versace pythons. Louis Aviators. Balenciagas & they gotta be the gladiators.
Bubba there zombies ... and there trying to eat me!
-Nick Gautier
Perhaps," said Jasper shyly, "you would like some Gargletine Instant Breakfast Drink?"
Katie fixed him with a long, level stare. Gargletine TM caused hysteria in lab rats and took the brown off horses. "Maybe not," said Katie. "But thanks.
O scaly, slippery, wet, swift, staring wights, What is 't ye do? what life lead? eh, dull goggles? How do ye vary your vile days and nights? How pass your Sundays? Are ye still but joggles In ceaseless wash? Still nought but gapes and bites, And drinks, and stares, diversified with boggles.
NEED is an overused word. A swirling human figure erupted from the sand - Leo's least favorite goddess, the Mistress of Mud, the Princess of Potty Sludge, Gaea herself.
Older Fags and Younger Fags, Like Legally Young. Daddies. Zeus and Ganymede.
Ganymede was a child, Ziggy schooled her.
Yeah, You Were There, Michelle retorted, On Mount Olympus. You Were Working the Door. You Carded Ganymede.
The Grecian are youthful and erring and fallen gods, with the vices of men, but in many important respects essentially of the divine race.
You psychotic little Georgia Peach.
Dear gourmands! my bowels yearn towards them as a father's toward his children. They are so good natured! They have such sparkling eyes!
Kings of the land and the sky we are; proud gryphons. Stalker stands, the epitome of pride. Naked and muscular, his wings widen and his feet dig in as if he alone holds down the earth and supports the heavens, keeping the two ever separate.
Enchantment and fulfillment were on the gold and garnet horizon - autumn's breath, a dormant dream reawakened, a yearning nearly satiated, a tender thank you with a brush of the lips, and a connection as fingers touch and go hand in hand.
The words seemed to bite physically into Gatsby.
Saw Gamache shaking his head he reconsidered. Not the maps?
I hate goofballs.
Gazzy: (Hugging himself and jumping up and down) "I'm brilliant! I'm a genius! I can blow up the world!"
Max: (Raises her eyebrows)
Gazzy: "Not that I would want to, of course," (coughs)