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An honest man you may form of windle-straws, but to make a rogue you must have grist.
backsplash - and
A gloss is a total system of perception and language.
You shall have," Gillie said, "the king's bread and goat milk."
"The magical goat milk?"
"The same."
"Will it make me beautiful?"
"It cannot. You are already that.
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.
The Cloudy Vase
Past time, I threw the flowers out,
washed out the cloudy vase.
How easily the old clearness
leapt, like a practiced tiger, back inside it.
Purify, Purify. Purify thy sacred soul.
Become empty to become complete, for it is the void that defines the form.
Something made out of words...
I stored up the purest words
for making new silences
With melted opals for my milk, Pearl-leaf for my cracker.
is the answer none of the above
crouched in a hole like a mud-streaked fugitive
everyday a different version of
pouring it away like a water through a sieve
There's only one way to satisfy a ghoul's hunger.
There wouldn't be no grime without me.
dark-gray cylinder,
... Clear pebbles of the rain ...
...that kernel of gaiety that never breaks.
stuff and nonsense
AGALAXY (A'GALAXY) n.s.[Gr.] Want of milk.Dict.
Live. If you mix the letters up in the words like and love, you get live.
The only substance that goes in and never leaves, are words
Leave a space and something will fill it.
I feel like the word shatter.
Stone and blocks, like butter and bread.
shatter the foundation
Better gray than garishness.
I listen to the rainfall,
my words wanna flow!
Droplets run down the wall,
where do they go?
Letters in the raw,
mesh together for the show!
Golden is a surface colour.
In a dung heap, even a plastic bead can gleam like a sapphire.
expression - nothing
White
Godiva, I unpeel --
Dead hands, dead stringencies.
Goo-goo goo-goo goo-goo goo
Goo-goo goo-goo goo-goo
Googly, googly, googly goo:
That's how we fill a column.
Rebus lifted a Guardian
The Agna, liberating instructions of the 'Gnani' [the enlightened one], purifies the mind. Knowledge of the Self [self realization] will give the mind, solutions in every circumstance.
The whitewash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnish'd clock that click'd behind the door; The chest, contriv'd a double debt to pay,- A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day.
Only love can purify your soul.
Atomize and refigure the word.
And what can still delight an inert stone except to become, once more, the bed of a raging torrent?
Love - the best cosmetics.
Where did you get that candy again?" Leven asked, worried.
"The pile said 'flavored'," Clover answered back, his face a chocolatey mess.
"Flavored?" Leven said exasperated. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," Clover argued. "F-l-a-w-e-d
flavored.
Nuzleaf Grass/Dark
I use Cheer. I like the idea of a happy wash.
If there is nothing else there is this: to be inundated, consumed.
A man's own addition to what he learns is cement to bind an otherwise loose heap of stones into a structure of unity, strength, and use.
When a gourd is hollowed out it becomes empty and is of great use to the world because of its emptiness.
Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.
Mixing myself with the hard stone. A stone had a single purpose: to
Giving is stream of abundance.
The perfection of rottenness.
A tear-drop of green.
We can call it Isratine.
Empty your cup so that it may be filled; become devoid to gain totality.
Perfect refining is for another world,
a deep smothering emptiness
Clean out your mind closet.
Clean out resentment and hatred.
Clean out regrets and secrets.
Now fill it with love, joy and respect.
In order to make something, Ms. Lane, you must first unmake what is in the process. Should you begin with nothing, even nothing is unmade when it is replaced with something.
Surface my wife's most vicious
Something that you feel will find its own form.
In the mouth of Society are many diseased teeth, decayed to the bones of the jaws. But Society makes no effort to have them extracted and be rid of the affliction. It contents itself with gold fillings.
Let's use some codes every word which isn't there or sound some kind non-sense, let's put it a code for something else and more powerful. Get it?
clearing and into the
Clay is moulded to make a vessel, but the utility of the vessel lies in the space where there is nothing ... Thus, taking advantage of what is, we recognize the utility of what is not.
Lu-cy...you have some s'plainin' to do.
~Gem
Nothingness
... there in this place
where nothingness takes
but for the glimmer
a steadfast shimmer
all would be consumed ...
Seeds pour out oil when pressed.
Grapes pour out wine when squeezed.
Herbs pour out medicine when pounded.
Flowers pour out perfume when crushed.
The gifted pour out excellence when tested.
Shine: clear dew aching with light.
All is not gold that glisters.
Purify yourself from the attributes of self, so that you may see your own pure, untarnished essence.
God loveth the clean.
I bow to purity
But what is pure?
Show me purity
I bow to clarity
But what is clear?
Show me clarity
A bruxis. That was the one wish more powerful than a gavriel, and its trade value was singular: The only way to purchase one was with one's own teeth. All of them, self-extracted.
I have learned and dismantled all the words in order to draw from them a
single word: Home.
There is a light seed grain inside. You fill it with yourself, or it dies.
Who can (make) the muddy water (clear)?
The partial becomes complete; the crooked, straight; the empty, full; the worn out, new.
Pray: O L<>ong>oong>rd, make my eyes see <>ong>oong>nly the g<>ong>oong><>ong>oong>d in every<>ong>oong>ne.
I am a maker of useful things.
[Referring to a glass of water:] I mixed this myself. Two parts H, one part O. I don't trust anybody!
COMMIT. PURGE. REPLENISH.
version of Amber.
On any given day, I'm likely to be working at home, hunched over this keyboard, typing Great Thoughts and Beautiful Sentences - or so they seem at the time, like those beautifully flecked and iridescent stones one finds at the seashore that gradually dry into dull gray pebbles.
What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste?
Smooth out with wine the worries of a wrinkled brow.
Let the space under the first storey be dark, let the water
lap the stone posts, and vivid green slime glimmer
upon them; let a boat be kept there.
Purification is but the cleaning of the lamp-glass which hides the Light
Gammy used to say, 'Too much scrubbing takes the life right out of things.'
gin daisy, which
I'm an appalling c<>ong>oong><>ong>oong>k. I can just ab<>ong>oong>ut create a glass <>ong>oong>f <>ong>oong>range juice and a ham-and-cheese sandwich.
I use Secret ... I'm always powder-fresh during the games.
A GLUTTON IS ONE who raids the icebox for a cure for spiritual malnutrition.
I am a painter with letters. I want to restore everything, mix everything up and say everything.
colored pencils to fill in blank spaces. Being
If you're bored tonight why don't you write down everything that comes to mind when you hear the word toothpaste?
A cloud-congested caul that is alternately red, orange, vermilion, purple. Sometimes the clouds break apart in great, slow rafts, letting through beams of innocent yellow sunlight that are bitterly nostalgic for the summer that has gone by.
We must clean this, and then you must leave here. He will find you. He will smell you out as I did. You are full of purity and goodness. It's like candy to my kind.
Googol?' 'That's a one with one hundred zeroes after it.
A light white, a disgras, an ink spot, a rosy charm.
Gray, the colour of forgetting.
Crafting, as the title suggests,
Undrape! you are not guilty to me, nor stale nor discarded,
I see through the broadcloth and gingham whether or no,
And am around, tenacious, acquisitive, tireless, and cannot be shaken away.