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Snooty high heels.
Staring into thin air at those
things only cats can see (Doctro Sleep)
A circle swoop, and a quick parabola under the bridge arches
Where light pushes through;
A sudden turning upon itself of a thing in the air.
A dip to the water.
Make a better mousetrap and the world will know it; it can measure and applaud your skill. Make a better man and the world will say he did it himself.
Popcorn-can cover / screwed to the wall / over a hole / so the cold / can't mouse in.
I've read in many a novel, that unless they've souls that grovel
Folks prefer in fact a hovel to your dreary marble halls.
Don't pole-vault over mouse turds.
Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?
History could hover, like a faint perfume or a memory stamped on the back of one's eyelids.
That destruction o'er you hovers; Lustful Man and crafty Devil Will combine to work your evil; And from earth by sorrows driven, Soon your Soul must speed to heaven.
We hovered above the moment like two rain clouds
Stencils are good for two reasons; one - they're quick; two - they annoy idiots
Writing is a long and lonesome business; back of the problems in thought and composition hover always the awful questions: Is this the page that shows the empty shell? Is it here and now that they find me out?
Whatever lifts the corners of your mouth, trust that
It all started with a mouse.
But these, wide-finned in silver, roaring, the light mist of their propellers in the sun, these do not move like sharks. They move like nothing there has ever been. They move like mechanized doom.
dropping spiders
I hold a mouses wit not worth a leke, That hath but on hole for to sterten to.
"Lurking" is one metaphor that the Omniscience has allowed us to borrow.
A mouse has to do what a mouse has to do
We found a way to make things look great to the human eye through the window of a graphical web browser without worrying about what everything looked like under the hood.
Mooner was walking around laying his hands on the cars, divining karma. "this is it", he said, standing by a small khaki-colored jeep."this car has protective qualities"
You mean like a guardian angel?"
I mean, like, it has seatbelts
I like the gizmos that transport people.
Flight, its upper and lower wings spread wide, its toy-car wheels resting lightly on the grass, its long tail tapering behind. The weather was fine with gentle breezes, and the little aircraft trembled in the wind,
It's as if there's a magnet on the outside of the posts and bar.
pilaster, probably meant to anchor a
Fly without wings;
Dream with open eyes;
See in darkness.
If letters had eyebrows, these would be arched.
Why do you need to gallop while you fly?"
"Why do humans have to sway their arms while they walk? I dunno boss, but it just feels right.
You've got to keep things flying.
Sun-struck,
stuck in mid tropic strut, it sometimes stands
as if considering how to cool avian plastic,
dive into the mown lagoon of lawn;
how take flight on dayglow flap-
doodle wings, no matter
if it is ball-bald going nowhere fast.
What are you looking at?"
"A beautiful woman who makes me think I can fly.
your hands
humming hurricanes
of beauty.
What are those glorious dots? Those, dear one, are forget-me-nots!
What do you have there?"
Mouse perked up at her interest. "I'm making ski masks to have on hand for bank robberies. Last night I finished the fingerless mermaid gloves for Eve. She likes her fingers free for gunplay."
Mouse's needles clicked together in a peaceful rhythm.
I have wings on the back of my shoulders,
and I'm ready to fly.
Inside these letters, the eye will see
Nearby are your friends, and VFD.
The car doesn't so much drive as float above the road, like we're making our way to Sydney in a hovercraft.
Clouds very high look
not one word helped them get up there
That's it. Curtains. Off to the races. Treetops. Seashells and balloons.
shape about the size of a large dog hovering a few yards over his head.
Me up at does
out of the floor
quietly Stare
a poisoned mouse
still who alive
is asking What
have i done that
You wouldn't have
A great man may commence life in a hovel.
What's a wingding? Why, a wingding is, uh ... it's just like a shindig but without all the hullabaloo.
Every day the eye is subject to a thousand tiny shocks as a thousand industries compete for the eye-kick, the visual hook that will lock the consumer into product for that crucial second where the tiny - or not so tiny - leap of the imagination is made.
All the tiny, seemingly insignificant details upon which my world hangs.
Figure 1-3. The User Experience Honeycomb. Along
There are some sights that, once seen, can never be unseen. They replay themselves on a loop in your mind's home-theatre system with Dolby surround sound until you're so desperate to be rid of them that you'll resort to other loops simply to dislodge them for a while.
Those are the Big Three: clipboards, orange cones, elf suits. People don't question
Swish and flick.
commotion and flurry.
Many of the familiar little things that we use every day have typically evolved over a period of time to a state of familiarity. They balance form and function, elegance and economy, success and failure in ways that are not only acceptable, but also admirable.
High and low rest on each other.
Anyone who has invented a better mousetrap, or the contemporary equivalent, can expect to be harassed by strangers demanding that you read their unpublished manuscripts or undergo the humiliation of public speaking, usually on remote Midwestern campuses.
Those who skim over the surface in a hit-or-miss fashion not only forfeit the best returns on their efforts, but are ever barred from the keen pleasure of seeing beauty in the results of their labor.
A fresh spiderweb
billowing
like a spinnaker
across the open window
and here he is
the little master
sailing by
on a thread of milk
wish me luck
admiral
I haven't finished anything
in a long time
Leaning up against one
Out of the corner of my eye, I say the pointed bow of a boat.
The thought of hovering above the earth, weightless in a lilac sky, appealed to her, in the same way imaginary friends appealed to her, or talking alligators.
The dreary flies, lazy and casual,
Stick to the ceiling, buzz along the wall.
O heart, the spider shuffles from the mould
Weaving, between the pinks and grapes, his pall.
Atop their gleaming backs the jockeys look like gaudy baubles, secured with strings. They bob up and down, they rise, lean forward, then settle again.
They are raised on high that they may be dashed to pieces with a greater fall.
I flutter all ways, and fly in none.
With banner flip-flapping,
one more you'll ride high!
Ready for anything under the sky.
Ready because you're that kind of a guy!
the obvious is invisible. On
Merlin's "Merlin" outfit.
That happens sometimes, right? It's
on the tip of your tongue, but you just can't think of it.
Their points sharpened like giant pencils, completely
The floating world is the realm of the graphic designer
Oh. My. Candlesticks.
Get on top of the obstacles
and they become vantage points.
What like see-through tops?" Mackenzie Winters
For what is falling to a flyer but a pleasant reminder, a firm affirmation of wings.
When your hands leap towards mine, love, what do they bring me in flight?
I think
I just don't know.-- Lou Reed
But I can't see anything any more: however much I search the past I can only retrieve scraps of images and I am not sure what they represent, nor whether they are remembered or invented.
I have no name for what circles so perfectly.
The bumps are what you climb on.
his way across the slanted roof over the
Towers, or float in lazy circles there like the nations of gulls
Most people would say 'the deets', but I say 'the tails'. Just another example of innovation.
what Tigerstar was trying to
Licence my roving hands, and let them go
Before, behind, between, above, below.
Those playful fancies of the mighty sky.
I sailed on the cold air currents above the rooftops of Paris. I could see the river, the Louvre Museum, the gardens and palaces. And a mouse-yum. Hang on, Carter, I thought. not hunting mice.
When a dragonfly flutters by, you may not realize, but it's the greatest flier in nature. It can hover, fly backwards, even upside down.
These guys are just flying through the air and I'm capturing them in the split second and putting it into a work of art, via clay to the bronze.
thumbs. With every minute
Bright, white coming alive jumping off of the aerial
All the time it's a changing, like now ...
But we shall not know the world by looking at it; we know it by looking at the hovering fly.
My hand-stitched wings itch
to take flight
to test the winds of change
that inevitably blow
at the end
of a cycle.
What are you doing here "
"Hiding with you
If get a jump right, there's a feeling of flying.
Large, heavy, ragged black clouds hung like crape hammocks beneath the starry cope of the night. You would have said that they were the cobwebs of the firmament.
behind. Something-- Jodi Picoult
The cloudlets are lazily sailing O'er the blue Atlantic sea; And mid the twilight there hovers A shadowy figure o'er me ...
I'm flying!
Of course, I'm not flying so much as coasting over the treetops like a hang glider or a freakishly large flying squirrel.
Little things that run the world
Sarah drops her spent handgun and grabs some crazy-looking lightweight machine gun, the kind of thing I used to believe didn't exist outside of action movies.
"You know how to use that thing?" I ask.
"They all work pretty much the same," she replies. "You just point and click.
The corners of her mouth