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A peep, peep, peep, another peep, and that's it.Peep-- Barry Davies
Making love with his ego.
Gloating is a superficial glowing, floating is an idle flowing, and bloatedness is the paralysis of blowing up; because silent movement results in loud victories.
Dirt and then laughs. Somehow, it makes me
My pet peeve is hearing a knock on the bathroom door followed by the familiar words, 'What are you doing in there?
Look wise, say nothing, and grunt. Speech was given to conceal thought.
tittering on the brink of a war.
It was a sound like someone trying not to make a sound.
Barking hard work, being a boy.
The kind of noise that made your skin crawl and made you press your hands to your ears and pray it went away.
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.
Is there anything sexier than the noises a man makes during sex?
How the little piglets would grunt if they knew how the old boar suffered.
smouldering away in a fit of impotent rage
That's my life: screaming without making a sound.
the whisper of space being compressed.
Laughing (they thought we were laughing at them). Walking fast (they thought we were running).
[Language is] really a pretty amazing invention if you think about it. Here I have a very complicated, messy, confused idea in my head. I'm sitting here making grunting sounds and hopefully constructing a similar messy, confused idea in your head that bears some analogy to it.
Growlery. When I am out of humour, I come and growl here.
An age-old patter that seemed like chaos but was not ...
awkward tears or nodding silent
Creep, clobber, squawk. Repeat.
This howling mouth, this head which rolls back and tries to escape.
I like groaning. That means that you're not pandering to their already settled prejudices.
A long, loud, and canorous peal of laughter.
I mumble a lot when im off stage, so a lot of times when im with a friend i'll say something and he'll be like what, and i'll say it again and he'll be like what, and i'll say it again and he'll still be like what, so now he's got me yellin. Man that tree is far away
screaming as they squeal down a Slip'n Slide
vomiting the crying
A yawning repetitiveness as of a man who knows few words but will not stop talking.
SILENCE. The most loaded sound in human history.
He made a tck noise in the back of his throat. It expressed all sorts of annoyance and impatience, with just a smidgen of an implied eye roll.
Jules: Why are you on the floor?
Emma: I've heard roling out of bed in the morning helps you build up resistance to surprise attacks.
Jules: Oh yeah? What does screaming "holy crap!" do?
Emma: That part's optional.
Avoid being a 'groan' up.
Dry-humping, I believe it's called.
Unquestioning automatons
blindly marching to the beat -
an eerie crunching sound
hoards of shuffling feet ...
(from silent moments)
His voice, the very sound of rolling eyes.
theatrical groan of disappointment. Szacki
The sound of our lack of conversation amplified by the echo of our footsteps on the stone around us.
What can be quieter than standing alone in a crowd of strangers?
kissing up, kicking down." Although
Repooping is the purest form of pooping
If you must make a noise, make it quietly.
ngaobera:
a slight inflammation of the throat produced by screaming too much.
Bleep!" I screamed to the wall in front of me. "Bleep, bleep, bleep !" I kicked the dumpster, then grabbed at my foot. Now I was dirty, my toes hurt, and I felt like an idiot.
Hope, politeness, the blowing of a nose, the squeak of a boot, all produce boum.
What are you two doing in here?" Mike Iglehart wore an eye-blistering white lab coat and a surly expression. "This isn't some teenage make-out room."
My face flushed scarlet. "Excuse me?"
"We were using the computer!" Ben barked. "That's it.
Hump for humbleness, dump for dirts.
We are angered even by the full acceptance of our humiliating confessions - how much more by hearing in hard distinct syllables from the lips of a near observer, those confused murmurs which we try to call morbid, and strive against as if they were the oncoming of numbness!
When you can hear someone giving head but can't see them, it sounds terribly like a child eating spaghetti.
What are you doing?" she cried in protest.
"Playing," he said, the single word rough, almost guttural.
The work resembles a breech delivery-one which is expressed in rhythmic lurches, stabs of phrase and vocal ornamentation designed to express agitation rather than decorative grace.
an incantation of hatred.
I am working out the vocabulary of my silence.
Mrs. Jaffee a little earlier. I asked if he was escorting Mrs. Jaffee. "Certainly," he said virtuously. "She is my client. What's that noise you're making?" "It's something special," I told him, "and takes a lot of practice. Don't try it offhand. It's a derisive chortle.
Too weary and dazed by unfinished sleep even to swear. There comes a degree of numbness in fatigue and exasperation which can be expressed only by a sullen silence.
Q: What sound or noise do you love? A: Puppies sighing.
A few joints are circulating around, saliva-liva-liva-liva-liva.
He made a noise like a pig swallowing half a cabbage,
Whistling to keep myself from being afraid.
The demented strutting of a dumb bird in the moonlight.
Growl all you want. The sound is...appealing.
God, you tick me off."
"Well, at least I got you - "
"Don't even finish that statement!" I snatched up my socks and tights. Rolling them on, I hobbled on one foot. "Ugh, I hate you sometimes."
He sat up in one fluid motion. "Not too long ago, you were really, really loving me.
How come you don't ever hear about gruntled employees? And who has been dis-ing them anyhow?
Canoodling, I see.
Laziness. Unwarranted repose of manner in a person of low degree.
Resignation, perhaps the most stifling word in the language.
Streaking. That's a very stupid young man thing to do. There is something ruder I can't mention. Celebs On Sunday, you're kinda clean, aren't you? Hmm. Maybe we should stick to streaking.
He growled. I mean it, a gut wrenching growl and
Trying to support you with their gaze as if a gaze could ever support anyone!
Sometimes I just get tired of bowin' down and givin' up, you know?" It
Ducking, weaving, bouncing away from the knockout blow which must inevitably come.
I'm pissed like this rutting beast can't conceive - I'm a lifetime of pissed, of strong, of muscle built over bruise, I'm slick with power and feel the fight as it changes ...
As it flows ...
... Everything into place, perfect, and I finally do what I was born to do.
I slay.
Whispering like it's a secret, only to condemn the one who hears it, with a heavy heart.
Poo" Manchee barks quielty to himself. "Poo, poo, poo."
"Just have yer stupid poo and quit yapping about it.
chanting. Neither any of the C.I.s, or this man here,
Oh? And what's so stinking about it?.
Being quiet is the loudest remark.
Tail wagging like a windscreen wiper in a downpour.
Before marriage, when a woman speaks to a man in an undertone, he calls it "cooing"; after marriage, he calls it nagging.
We're both making noises similar to the soundtrack of a porno - they're coming from me because I'm finally touching his ridiculously huge dick again; and I assume it probably feels good for Alex, too.
Human Nature Baby, grab it and growl.
The desperation meeting the silence with its unmasked wish.
Pressure ... I love it.
I know you once offered to fix dinner for me, but I seriously thought you were bragging."
Those lips, mmm, those sinful lips, pouted briefly, with the sole purpose of driving me crazy, no doubt. He shrugged.
"Nope, no bragging. You hungry?"
"Starving." Though not exactly for food.
uppity children,
Carrot started to clap.
It wasn't the clap used by middlings to encourage underlings to applaud overlings. It had genuine enthusiasm behind it which was, somehow, worse.
from any anatomical disgust
There they sit, with everyone thinking no more of them than they might of a pretty odd lot of cabbages, yet half the time they're pattering and clattering away at one another. Why? What is it they patter about? That's what I want to know.' I
There's an uncomfortable silence, crackling with tension, unsaid words and vehement intensity.
Moaning, delirious with my own pleasure. I know that I'm selling my soul to him at this very moment.
Protecting myself from the influx of painful stimuli, just give me space and I shall be okay.
Thoughts that should be unthought before interacting with the public. Thoughts like [low guttural growl] or [knuckles crack, fists clench, teeth tighten, eyes stop letting in any new information, and water runs down a rigid face].
Fuck that noise.
I wasn't moaning your name. I was shrieking in alarm." "That was the sexiest throaty shrieking I've ever heard.
Shoveling food into his mouth. Thoughts came fluently, cogently:
What am I doing? Tearing myself. My usual occupation at most times.
If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing.
Sleepwalking down the hall like a firefly in the fog.
With an effort, the kind you use when confronting an unpleasant duty,
It is ill-bred to put on an air of weariness during a long speech from another person, and quite as rude to look at a watch, read a letter, flirt the leaves of a book, or in any other action show that you are tired of the speaker or his subject. In