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The perfection of rottenness.
I have always been a grumbler. I am designed for the part - sagging face, weighty underlip, rumbling, resonant voice. Money couldn't buy a better grumbling outfit.
grudge who grudge
If ya' smell what The Rock is cookin'!
The gretteste clerkes been noght wisest men.
Buggeration and Fuckery
Faire language grates not the tongue.
You make me wanna staple bagels to my face, then remove them with a pitchfork.
The Melvins are grunge.
Okay greasers,you've had it.-- S.e. Hinton
Madam, I have been looking for a person who disliked gravy all my life; let us swear eternal friendship.
No crust so tough as the grudged bread of dependence.
A foot of steel looks as if it has been transformed into warm butter and gouged by the fingers of a child,
Lack of potatoes left a person's stomach growling, but absence of beauty hardened the soul.
An unedified palate is the irrepressible cloven foot of the upstart. The
The cold is waiting to ooze through the soles of your shoes. Maggot-damp, this city is festering: home to hollow faces of grey flesh. They stare from windows unclean, into the sun never reaches: dismal lives lived in dismal constriction.
It glistens, it gleams, I
A crier of green sauce.
Quiet this metal! Let the manes put off their terror, let them put off their aqueous bodies with fire. Let them assume the milk-white bodies of agate. Let them draw together the bones of the metal.
It's OAT-freaking-MEAL!
The Grecian are youthful and erring and fallen gods, with the vices of men, but in many important respects essentially of the divine race.
What is a harp but an oversized cheese slicer with cultural pretensions?
...All that grotty jiz crusting to sugar in my ass crevice...
All is not gold that glisters.
Just shattered structures rising up like rotten teeth from a diseased jaw.
door, something neither English nor American. "What do you think!" she exclaimed, coming in one morning as I was busy writing. "She's got a little iron grate on legs, and there's charcoal burning in it." "Who? Where?" I asked, coming out
What happens to the hole when the cheese is gone?
I come from a home where gravy is a beverage.
Ruthan Gudd drew off his gambeson and paused to luxuriate in the sudden escape from unbearable heat as his sweat-slicked skin cooled.
'Well,' said Skanarow from her cot, 'that woke me up.'
'My godlike physique?'
'The smell, Ruthan.
Many Texas barbecue fanatics have a strong belief in the beneficial properties of accumulated grease.
Looks delicious," he lied. "A mite crispy along the edges - but then, I like it that way."
Incredulous eyes met his own. "You like your potatoes burned?"
Ah, so he'd been right about that. If he could still recognize what it was she'd cooked, then surely he could eat it.
What was "grokking"? He had been using the word for a week - and he didn't grok it.
I don't know much about that whole grunge thing.
There are dark, hard, cherty silt-stones from some deep ocean trench full of rapidly accumulating Pennsylvanian guck.
Troubles cured you salty as a country ham, smoky to the taste, thick-skinned and tender inside.
dung. Spot wouldn't even put his nose inside the
They [potatoes] are good for boys cold fingers at suppertime on winter nights.
You rest, you rust.
They can crumble as easily as ice cream in this heat
Start with a clean grill. Keep it clean by brushing with a wire brush after preheating, and again after cooking. Make sure to oil your grates and your food before putting it on the grill to keep it from sticking.
Grumbling is the death of love.
Dear Gris, if there's one thing I can't abide it's a bad poet.
Grunge is a hippied romantic version of punk.
It's like a meatloaf.
Oh, you made an impression. Like a stone caught in my boot.
Good Lord, just look at that six pack!" She sighed. "I think you could grate cheese there."
"Fran, if you were with Daniel Craig with no shirt, I think the last thing you would think about would be grating cheese.
Griff's taking out another wall or two at the old
There is rust in my mouth,the stain of an old kiss.
The other package has pieces of dried stag stick. The pups like chewing on those."
"What's a stag stick?" Meg asked, taking the packages.
He stared at her for a moment. Then he put a fist below his belt and popped out a thumb.
"Oh," Meg said. "Oh.
Flakes. I was exhausted, shattered, in bewilderment. But behind the bewilderment the truth was
Whats up home skillet, biscuit.
She pokes at a very wrinkled baked potato that somehow reminds me of Alan Greenspan.
Groovy? Is that some kind of code word?
Grievance is a sullen little boat, blown in the creepy breeze of ridiculous sighs.
I always felt slightly grubbier than most American people.
Gravy is the simplest, tastiest, most memory-laden dish I know how to make: a little flour, salt and pepper, crispy bits of whatever meat anchored the meal, a couple of cups of water or milk and slow stirring to break up lumps.
With grumble, nobody changes anything, even himself.
Puddings, my dear sir?' cried Graham.
Puddings. We trice 'em athwart the starboard gumbrils, when sailing by and large.
piece of Turkey carpet
If gold ruste, what shall iren do?
He screamed. Mmm?' inquired the gentleman. I ... I would never presume to interrupt you, sir. But the ground appears to be swallowing me up.' It is a bog,' said the gentleman, helpfully. It is certainly a most terrifying substance.
Cruddy Mouthbreather
It's a geode. You can sess that, the way the rock around you abruptly changes to
Dear Mr. Gibbon. Sorry I was absent. Here is some salted food. Please grade it the way you would a jenti piece of beef jerky.
Creep, clobber, squawk. Repeat.
Mouth cat's-cradled with filaments of gleaming cheese.
Gods take whoever designed this crawlspace and jam them inside a sardine can. Then put that sardine can inside a pill box and shoot both into a black hole. Ugh, and I am having a very long discussion with Orn and his habit of throwing old candy sticks through the grates!
It's good," Jackson said. "You're just saying that," I replied. "No, really, it's good. A little greasy ... ." "The grease is part of the charm," I pointed out. "Said the heart attack to the clogged arteries." "You're in the South now, boy. Grease is one of the four main food groups.
way it sounded, scraping and scuffling
I eat swiss cheese. But I only nibble on it. I make the holes bigger.
In fine, the truffle is the very diamond of gastronomy.
The table quite literally groaned under its weight of roasted game,
It looks more like a rotting pumpkin.
It's hard to beat the rough texture of steel-cut oats, with their slight resistance against the teeth.
grass is slightly frosty and I enjoy hearing it crunch
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.
I put my hand in my pocket and squeeze my rocks and wonder if there is a word for the marks you get on your palm when you squeeze something so hard that the skin is on the verge of ripping.
You've got food stuck in your teeth," Vee told
Marcie. "In the crack between your two front teeth.
Looks like chocolate Ex-Lax ...
Words, Grif. Tell me how you're feeling.
Unleavened Bread, all
your huge blocks of industrial ice packed in fragrant sawdust, the huge blocks of man-sized ice with flaws way inside like trapped white faces, white flames of internal cracks.
Everybody's got a sack of rocks.
The word rattled in my head like rocks in an oatmeal box.
Soft brown sugar dusted the lips of the plates, dissolving to gold in the hot heart of the toast. The
Monstrous shiny black beetles the size of goats unfurled their wings, writhed and festered at the very top of the sharp rock formation.
How are you feeling?"
"Like someone massaged me with a cheese grater."
-Clary & Simon, pg.297-
George,' I croaked, 'are you okay?'
'No. Someone's buttocks are flattening my foot.'
I shifted my position irritably.
My wife has teeth like the stars ... they come out at night.
bowls of cornflakes,
Be groovy or leave, man
His father, that austere, unfeeling and untutored man, had insisted his sons polish their boots every evening. Flett has learned to be grateful for this early discipline. It kept him breathing as a boy, provided a pulse, gave order to vast incomprehension. Later he found other ways.
Wonderful. Last night's dinner, the charred remains of my dignity, and apparently, now, my undergarments, too. What else did I leave on Josh Bennett's bathroom floor?
Rotten like fish eyes in a barrel.
We grizzle every day. I see no need of it. Whilst we converse with what is above us, we do not grow old, but grow young.
Salt. Wound. Together at last.
Dust webbed the window and the showtrays. Dust darkened the toiling fingers with their vulture nails. Dust slept on dull coils of bronze and silver, lozenges of cinnabar, on rubies, leprous and winedark stones.
Corrode, v.
I spent all this time building a relationship. Then one night I left the window open and it started to rust.
Pressed caviar has the consistency of chilled tar.
This is for my G's, this is for my Hustlas.
A maggot must be born i' the rotten cheese to like it.