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What are those humps on her chest?
the wrinkled sleeve of the head
Dylan Quinn's knickers,
Hobey-Ho, let's go.
Hayes. Peter Hayes.
It's Hydrogenville in the Hab.
Science words," I warned. "When you say 'hemoglobin' I just think of little Irish tricksters who live in caves, or Lord of the Rings."
"You mean 'goblin'?"
"Yes.
Surprisin' a li'l ol' five foot tumble would kill a healthy feller like Charley," opined Barstow.
"Well, Jim Ed, we have to remember that that hemp neckerchief he was a-wearin' at the time, had ten, twelve inches, maybe less, slack than that to it.
Oh my God, is it really the womens'? Sorry...
As long as they were talking, it was easy. And Levi was always talking.
He told her about 4-H.
"What do the H's stand for?"
"Head, heart, hands, health. They don't have 4-H in South Omaha?"
"They do, but it stands for hard, hip-hop, and Homey-don't-play-that.
Hulga the whole while hollering like a half-slaughtered hog. (Attention, students of literature! Alliteration - have you noticed? - is my least vice.)
So many times I've wanted to crack up, standing there stiff while seven women are crawling round my toes fixing hems and the designer's having a freak-out because the denim cuffs are crooked. I'm on the verge of hysteria.
What's the handle, Zock?
I have, of all the inglorious things, a malignant hemorrhoid. What color bracelet does one wear for that? And where does one wear it? And what slogan is apropos? Perhaps that slogan can be sewn in needlepoint around the ruffle on a cover for my embarrassing little doughnut buttocks pillow.
This place's a festering whore's crotch. Do I own it?
Logan's brow rose. I'll have you know that these are Armani track pants.
It is that word 'hunny,' my darlings, that marks the first place in The House at Pooh Corner at which Tonstant Weader fwowed up.
In what vile part of this anatomy
Doth my name lodge? Tell me, that I may sack
The hateful mansion.
Hoyt's view of hell is tactile; it is the pain which moves in him like jagged wires pulled through his veins and guts.
Underworld butt.
Now, Mr. Shaughnessy, remember what happened the last time your wife got jealous of your flirting? She exchanged your denture cream for hemorrhoidal ointment.
Hyacinth. Please forgive me.
pocket. "Tanner," Nathaniel
That's the best gowne that goes up and downe the house.
bloody nose. Fred,
Hemp happens to be one of the most useful, strongest, toughest, longest-lasting materials on your planet.
Harry was bleeding.
Sir, this lane is for ten items or less. I'm counting thirteen items in your cart, including that hemorrhoid cream. And while hemorrhoids might give you a reason to be nasty, they don't give you a reason to be in this lane.
I say and maintain, that of all torcheculs, arsewisps, bumfodders, tail-napkins, bunghole cleansers, and wipe-breeches, there is none in the world comparable to the neck of a goose ...
The heel of my white kidskin boot ripped a six-inch gash in the hem of my skirt as I whipped around the corner.
his nose in the door and
waistcoat-pocket,
Let me not be weak and tell others how bleeding I am internally; how day by day it drips, and gathers, and congeals.
In the argot of the cycle world the Harley is a "hog," and the outlaw bike is a "chopped hog.
I think this cut might need stiches," Scarlett said, yet as her cloth wiped away the blood it revealed a smooth line of unmarked, unbroken flesh. "Wait, I don't see a wound."
"There's not one. But that feels really good." Julian moaned and arched his back.
"You scoundrel!
happeinefs, what is it? lady, difterbed in her Bed, your thoughts of it?
Look at that skirt," my mother said when she opened the door to me. "It's no wonder we have so much crime today what with these short skirts. How can you sit in a skirt like that? Everyone can see everything."
"It's two inches above my knee. It's not that short.
I am very glad to hear that the Gardener has saved so much of the St. foin seed, and that of the India Hemp. Make the most you can of both, by sowing them again in drills ... Let the ground be well prepared, and the Seed (St. loin) be sown in April. The Hemp may be sown any where.
I was surprised to find out there was a direct line from my palm to my, my, hootchie.
You saved us in the nick of time."
"Have I saved you?" asked the Hemulen in surprise. "I didn't mean to. I was looking for the caterpillars that were making such a noise down there." (Hemulens are generally a bit slow in grasping an idea, but they are very pleasant if you don't annoy them.)
Relish the fresh landscape of my wound, break rushes and delicate rivulets, drink blood poured on honeyed thigh.
What's got your jockstrap in a wad? (Abbie)
You don't even know me," I said.
"And whose fault is that?"
"Cinderella's"
Two creases formed between Jake's eyebrows.
"Cinderella's?"
"Yeah, Cinderella screwed me over." Without any more explanation, I got into my car, pulled the door closed, and fired up the engine.
Roaming through the jungle of "Ohs" and "Ahs" searching for a more agreeable noise, I live a life of primitivity with the mind of a child and an unquenchable thirst for sharps and flats.
She was standing in the airport of Copenhagen, staring at a doorway, trying to figure out if it was (a) a bathroom and (b) what kind of bathroom it was. The door merely said H.
Was she an H? Was H "hers"? It could just as easily be "his". Or "Helicopter Room: Not a Bathroom at All
And Henry's as well, for
Rivers of wrinkles flowing down from the corners of this eyes and mouth.
I'm bleeding inside where no one will see. Where no one will ever know to look.
The society of whores stuck needles in an image of me.
Hooters McHoulihan, let's get the fuck out of here. This G-string is so far up my ass, it's making my brain hurt, Jane grumbled
Down the endless halls of quilt
My silver thread of tears is split.
My fingerbone the key that broke
My blood the oil that smooth the lock.
skintight layer of clothing that extends from my feet to my neck that's supposed to help improve my hypertrophic scarring. The Iron Maiden describes hypertrophic scarring as skin that exhibits the three Rs of being red,
The more we sweat, the less we bleed.
Pigpen's on the move.
I cannot possibly borrow underclothes from Holly and Angela. Bras especially."
"I know," said Jared.
"Oh, you do, do you?" Kami inquired. "And how do you know, may I ask?"
There was a slight flush along the lines of Jared's cheekbones. "Observation.
I almost envy your horse," she said, "because these thighs hug him all day."
-Rebecca to Jake
Jesus's bloody tears.
Fenwick, sitting down to
Most people would say 'the deets', but I say 'the tails'. Just another example of innovation.
There's a reason hobble skirts are called hobble skirts. You literally can't move very far in them.
Blood tricked down Molly's neck from the stinging cut Justine had given her. She thought, dear lords and ladies, all I want in the whole wide world is a bath, a pina colada, and the chance to stake this bitch in the heart.
When we turned right on Thirty-fifth Street our suffix came along. By the time we rolled to the curb in front of Wolfe's house there wasn't even hyphen between us.
Don't make trouble at the pub tonight, Wayne," the man intoned in response. "My temper is really short." "Temper?" Wayne said, passing him. "That's a funny name for it, mate, but if the ladies like you givin' silly names to your body parts, I ain't gonna say nothin'.
Hobey-ho here we go.....
I'm livin' high on the hog, and let me tell you, hogs make a terrible foundation.
There is a good look that I wear
like a blood clot. I have
sewn it over my left breast.
I have made a vocation of it.
Shall we stop this bleeding?
Never let 'em see you ache"; that's what Mr. Mayer always said. Or was it ass; "Never let 'em see your ass"?
vice-chancellor's
This morning I deleted the hyphen from "hell-bound" and made it one word; this afternoon I redivided it and restored the hyphen.
Hodor?"
"Hodor.
What do you call the Hrothgar-wrecker when Hrothgar has been wrecked?
May 12-13: Sowed Hemp at Muddy hole by Swamp. August 7: Began to separate the Male from the Female at Do - rather too late.
I like hoofing you about.
It is hereby certified that the bearer, Nikolai Ivanovich, spent the
said night at Satan's ball, having been summoned there in the capacity of a means of transportation ... make a parenthesis, Hella, in the parenthesis put "hog". Signed - Behemoth.
This long ride is the blood my heart bleeds...
Lean the way I lean. Don't fight me.
a furtive groove
Here by the Canal, a g - A hand closed around Eddie's
Good Hock (Hochheimer) keeps off the Doc.
What are you looking at?-- Jesse Stone
Hee stands not surely, that never slips.
Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
Avarice, the sphincter of the heart.
Not stepping over the bounds of modesty.
Show me your Booty **** Oh Oh Oh Oh
My blood singing as it courses through my body,
So now I'm getting my gown made by an exclusive seamstress, and all thos anorexic whores on Michigan Avenue and Oak Street who made me feel like the Goodyear blimp can kiss the very fattest part of my ass.
Mother's tits, Rhys,
How on earth did I get here, and where the hell are my pants?
Bump in my hoopty hoopty hoop. I own that. And I aint payin my rent this month. I owe that.
Through your rags I see your vanity.
On the left side of my cheek a row of crusted scabbed stitches hold a deep 1 inch-long gash together. My nose is bent and swollen beneath its bandage and red lines streak from my nostrils. There are black and yellow bruises beneath both eyes, there is blood both wet and dry everywhere. (James Frey)
The near in blood,
The nearer bloody.
My closet! Mine!
After recently acquiring a position as a seamstress at Damsels in Dis Dress,
Chamfron. Crimson silk draped his hindquarters,
Mills & Boon and Harlequins are like colourful jelly beans, you can't get enough of...
Snooty high heels.
It's the homiest spot I ever saw-it's homier than home avowed Philippa Gorden, looking about her with delighted eyes.