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The orgasm came upon her unexpectedly. It slammed into her with the force of a tidal wave. Her breath locked in her lungs as the climax swept over her, lifting her up and carrying her to untold heights.
The fires pool and strut; they flow up the sides of the ramparts like tides; they splash into alleys, over rooftops, through a carpark. Smoke chases dust; ash chases smoke. A newsstand floats, burning.
Her flame quickly burned up that light fuel; and, fed from within, soared after some illimitable satisfaction, some object which would never justify weariness, which would reconcile self-despair with the rapturous consciousness of life beyond self.
a glorious laughing ecstasy of rage.
To be spiritually dead is to be diabolically alive
An unSpiritual person is: A Human Current of Energy in an Ocean of Air
My inner chemistry had been hijacked by a mad scientist, who poured the fizzy, volatile contents of my heart from a test tube marked SOBER REALITY into another labeled SUNNY DELUSION, and back again, faster and faster, until the floor of my life was slick with spillage.
Dryden 's genius was of that sort which catches fire by its own motion; his chariot wheels get hot by driving fast.
You fly from thermal to thermal looking for lift.
broke into a blaze of effulgence.
As though it had come to the top of the hill and gone over a precipice,
He simply went from vertical to horizontal in one marvelous geometric sweep.
Awkward approximations, dull stammerings which cannot convey my sense of exhilaration as I seem to burst impediments, to exceed bounds of the possible, to experience, in the ruins of the human, the birth of something utterly new.
Flung is too harsh a word for the rush of the world. Blown is more like it, but blown by a generous, unending breath.
You think so logically ... like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically ... like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth ...
How posterity will laugh at us, one way or other! If half a dozen break their necks, and balloonism is exploded, we shall be called fools for having imagined it could be brought to use: if it should be turned to account, we shall be ridiculed for having doubted.
Unintended consequences, he thought miserably.
He was angry at his anger, the way it surged up
and took over.
Vortexy.
"Is that even a word?" I ask myself
"You're talking to yourself, so who the hell cares?" I reply
To pile up honey upon sugar, and sugar upon honey, to an interminable tedious sweetness.
An overflow of good converts to bad.
When you walk on the road and people scream out your name, the high is unparalleled.
smouldering away in a fit of impotent rage
Heat that rots ambition and stuns the intellect and will.
Rejecting all organs of informationbut my senses, I rid myself of the Pyrrhonisms with which an indulgence in speculations hyperphysical and antiphysical so uselessly occupy and disquiet the mind.
Allomantic power surged through his body, enhancing
...words so precisely placed that in combination with other words, also precisely placed, they carve out a shape in space and time.
An immense effect may be produced by small powers wisely and steadily directed.
As if the world were a pot on the boil and someone had taken its lid off and let the steam pour up wildly.
When my body gets so overexerted with energy, I just keep going and going.
If sometimes we are bogged down in lines full of "corybulous", "hypogeum", "plangent", "irrefragably", "glozening", "tellurian", "conclamant", sometimes we are caught up in the soaring rapture of something unprecedented, absolutely individual.
magnetohydrodynamic
With a bassy thump and a smell like burnt sulfur, Shitload farted himself far into the air.
It is a process of diverting one's scattered forces into one powerful channel.
Genius is a promontory jutting out into the infinite.
Other conditions being equal, if one force is hurled against another ten times its size, the result will be the flight of the former.
He put his foot on one pedal, scooted a few yards and swung his other leg over the saddle. He soared left into the vertiginously sloping hillside road and sped, without touching his brakes ... The hedgerows and sky blurred; he imagined himself in a velodrome as the wind whipped his hair clean ...
This is not just about talking or teaching a practice - this is about releasing an explosive energy of ecstasy.
I hear myself laughing, screeching, cackling. The world is red hot and pulsing. On fire [...] I stroll down the corridor and the flickering fluorescents celebrate my passing, humming in praise. I spin, bow and hum along. Bloody footprints trail; bloody fingers smear the walls.
excoriated and burned, mapped and measured and meted
Soon shall thy arm, UNCONQUER'D STEAM! afar
Drag the slow barge, or drive the rapid car;
Or on wide-waving wings expanded bear
The flying-chariot through the fields of air.
If we wish ourselves to be high, we should treat that which is over us as high.
His climax began gathering again, rising toward a point of no return. He didn't know if he could restrain himself this time: He was too close, too near to being overwhelmed.
She cried out, trembling exclamations.
He lost all control, his release hot, violent, and endless.
Push your limit to the absolute extreme.
Part of Cath screamed.As loud as she could.And part of her set the whole world on fire just to watch it burn.
Metaphysically, his bowl filled and emptied at the same time. Violent and maniacal to push himself so far, he'd both created and destroyed his body's energy. In other words he had complete power, self-sustaining, self-sacrificing power at the origin of himself.
I ... overflow; my desires have invented new desire, my body knows unheard-of-songs. Time and again ... I have felt so full of luminous torrents that I could burst - burst with forms much more beautiful than those which are put up in frames and sold for a stinking fortune.
Hyperbole was to Lyndon Johnson what oxygen is to life.
I reel in an uncanny intoxication of emotions, on minute bewildered and then frightened then the next, I swing from exhaustion to mania, from depression to tranquility and beneath it all, excitement fizzes as if my blood is filled with gas.
Flames from the lips may be produced by holding in the mouth a sponge saturated with the purest gasoline.
tightly, without
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.
She opened her hand, and a ball of fire blasted from it toward the cloudless sky of the Realm. It whirled above the Shifters, growing and stretching into a huge flaming disc. It moved down, forming a spinning inferno wall around them.
There is a place for hyperbole and I believe it's the back jacket of books
The obese is in a total delirium. For he is not only large, of a size opposed to normal morphology: he is larger than large. He no longer makes sense in some distinctive opposition, but in his excess, his redundancy.
Movements- driven by such unexpected need, fueled by such a relentless desire, and crashing into unimaginable possibilities.
Mental energy from within keeps me higher,
Than anything rolled and set on fire
[The imagination] ... inspires an audacious mental habit. We are as elastic as the gas of gunpowder, and ... a word dropped in conversation, sets free our fancy, and instantly our heads are bathed with galaxies, and our feet tread the floor of the Pit.
Feral rearranging. Letting form ferment. Letting form pass through you.
Anger warms the invention, but overheats the oven.
This can be useful in rocketry.
O to speed where there is space enough and air enough at last!
You can soar with great wings far beyond the sky.
We're sprinting at the speed of light when the ground gives way and we rise into the air as if racing up stairs.
There is a diabolical streak in me, a troublesome and inexplicable perversity.
We shall turn you into gas and pour you into the stratosphere.
Unleash in the right time and place before you explode at the wrong time and
place.
The suspect had experienced a ballistic interlude earlier in the evening," Miss Pao said, "regrettably not filmed, and relieved himself of excess velocity by means of an ablative technique." (describing a young man who flew off a bicycle at high speed)
Defiance to constituted authority leaped like a spark from one flammable area to another, growing in heat as it went.
caffeine-infused tsunami of words.
The speaker catches fire
looking at their faces.
His words
jump down to stand
in listener's places.
Smoke rose straight up from the chimney, as if the house raised its hand. As if the house knew the answer.
I'm like a rocket - I go a hundred miles per hour.
It is the speed, the hot, molten effect, the lava flow of sentence into sentence that I need.
Connie threw back her head, opened her mouth and cried to the heavens, as every sensation built and exploded inside her, fireworks and waterfalls, starburst and throbbing heat.
A filament of sensation sizzled between them, like a thin string of kerosene that, for the love of a match, could turn into a wall of fire.
I'm high energy.
I open my scuttle at night and see the far-sprinkled systems, All all I see multiplied as high as I can cipher edge but the rim of the farther systems. Wider and wider they spread, expanding, always expanding, Outward and outward and forever outward.
In proportion to the energy of his thought and will, he takes up the world into himself.
There's high, and there's high, and to get really high - I mean so high that you can walk on the water, that high-that's where I'm going.
Mankind flung its advance agents ever outward, ever outward. Eventually it flung them out into space, into the colorless, tasteless, weightless sea of outwardness without end.
It flung them like stones.
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other side
How like a mounting devil in the heart rules the unreined ambition.
You ride astride the imaginary in order to hunt down the real.
His sterility was infinite: it partook of ecstasy.
I think in metaphysical terms, I would call that increasing the speed of the vibration of life.
To make a mountain out of a mole-hill.
One section of the old city, tucked against the western walls, becomes a firestorm in which the spires of flames, at their highest, reach three hundred feet. The appetite for oxygen is such that objects heavier than housecats are dragged into the flames.
Words fly like stones into clouds and accelerate ...
Upward, not Northward
Like some crazed masochistic yo-yo
Exercise, not philosophically and with religious gravity undertaken, but with the wild and romping activities of a spirited girl who runs up and down as if her veins were full of wine.
Space hurls outwards, falconswift, mounting like an irreversible justice, a final disease
What folly takes light through ether to each eye from every horizon.
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind.
Lift is created by the onwards rush of life over the curved wing of the soul.
You burn bright and you burn hard, like a fire in a dumpster,
and nobody is so worried
about you burning as they are worried about the fire spreading.
The territorial anger lit his chest up like a bonfire, teeing off a blaze of power that roared in his body.
The waves rose in growing fury, each over-topping its fellow, till in a very few minutes the lately glassy sea was like a roaring and devouring monster.
A little at a time until less becomes more and more becomes less on the other side.
The Electric Monk's day was going tremendously well and he broke into an excited gallop. That is to say that, excitedly, he spurred his horse to a gallop and, unexcitedly, his horse broke into it.