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The sea and the sky were welded together without a joint ...
A knot you are of damned bloodsuckers.
Legs pinched together like bread loafs in a shared pan, linebackers in adjacent seats flying coach fare, chubby cats eating from a single dish.
Do not fold, spindle or mutilate.
Scars crossed her welded wrists.
Two human beings anchored to one another are like two ships shaken by waves; their carcases collide with one another and creak.
I have been cut in two.Cut-- Anne Sexton
All hangs together, I am in chains.
Strap On spelled backwards is No Parts. Just sayin'.
I'm a taped-together girl, but I can carry my own baggage.
Oh, I'm bowed, but unbroken.
Four legs gooood, two legs baaad!
thin materials, or in conjunction with flat stitch. Twisted knot
There should be a left leg and a right leg. And I'll be in between
a confused heap of mingle-mangle").
Constant togetherness is fine - but only for Siamese twins.
A mixed up knot of incompatible roles, tied up too tight to know where one ended and another began.
John had been a footman nearly all of his adult life. He knew decorum and appropriate behavior for his situation. But when he glanced from one twin to another, he nearly ruined his reputation and self-respect forever with...a smile.
As God is my witness, he is broken in half!
Their hands met; their eyes fastened; Starbuck's tears the glue.
We look good taped back together.
were all wired to come come unwound.
So closely interwoven have been our lives, our purposes, and experiences that, separated, we have a feeling of incompleteness
united, such strength of self-association that no ordinary obstacles, difficulties, or dangers ever appear to us insurmountable.
I held my arm out in front of me and twisted it back and forth. Palm up. Palm down. Now you look fractured. Now you look whole.
I have an artificial left shoulder, wired back together after a softball accident.
His leg split like a piece of lumber being hit with an awl.
Locked, cocked, and ready to rock, sir!
They were Siamese twins, joined at the groin by a traitorous piece of meat.
High and low rest on each other.
There are degrees of screwed.
Two hearts that beat as one.
If God had meant them to be lifted and separated, He would have put one on each shoulder.
We shake with joy, we shake with grief.
What a time they have, these two
housed as they are in the same body.
I am two lesbians in a man's body.
Is there a term for when you are only gay for the top half of someone?"
"I think that makes you bisect-ual.
Bad spellers of the world untie!
Partners:
Tied together by stuff too difficult to explain to someone new
People who feel empty never heal by merging with another incomplete person. On the contrary, two broken-winged birds coupled into one make for clumsy flight. No amount of patience will help it fly; and, ultimately, each must be pried from the other, and wounds separately splinted. The
His legs remembered the correct position for squatting down with toys. He played. He fit the round male studs into the round female grooves. He got some thinking done as he hunkered down on his fallen-sleep legs.
I replaced three joints in my hips and one in my knee. I'm hoping that other knee doesn't have to be done. It's one of the toughest things to overcome.
I'm not a natural joiner.
All well - from the neck down.Neck-- Aby Warburg
Together? Together.
I'm probably going to have to work hard on my right knee for the rest of my career
I don't think I'm fixed. People think that you're like a car in a body shop. You go in, they fix you, and you're out. And you work like you're brand new, it doesn't work like that.It takes constant fixing.
We must hang together or we will surely hang separately
sometimes stood up and speared, and
Future shackled is when tomorrow is anchored, boxed and managed to maximize the minimizing of uncertainty.
I'm not so much of a joiner.Joiner-- Josh Homme
One of us is chained, none of us is free.
Twolegs are mousebrain
crippled. He'd been better as soon as his hooves were trimmed.
No, this is not a disentanglement from, but a progressive knotting into --
Often when we think we are knotting one thread, we are tying quite another.
With my heart thumping, I froze up. I didn't dance. I was born with two left feet and they only worked together in the saddle. "Come on," Casey urged and grabbed my hand. "I wore my steel-toe boots. You can stand on my feet for all I care.
I feel like I'm wearing orthopedic shoes, because I stand corrected.
My knees look like they lost a knife fight with a midget.
He bound and gagged his hands together
He loves his bonds who, when the first are broke, Submits his neck into a second yoke.
This was the cream of marriage, this nightly turning out of the day's pocketful of memories, this deft habitual sharing of two pairs of eyes, two pairs of ears. It gave you, in a sense, almost a double life: though never, on the other hand, quite a single one.
When I was 18, I broke my leg, and my shin came right through - like I had two knees.
Love deeply grounded, hardly is dissembled.
It takes two to tangle.
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We were jigsawed, meant to fit together, making a whole picture.
I am incredibly jammy. I really am.
M. and I ground against each other as if we were ill-fitting jigsaw pieces determined to jam together, even though one showed sidewalk, the other sky.
Couples are jigsaw puzzles that hang together by touching in just enough points.
I clutched its mate to my chest like a baby, though of course it was futile. What is one boot without the other boot? It is nothing.
Ouch,' she mumbles. 'Somebody's superglued my joints.
She is a woman of muscle twisted around bone.
tightly, without
I remain restless and dissatisfied; what I knot with my right hand, I undo with my left, what my left hand creates, my right fist shatters
Entrance and exit wounds are silvered clean, The track aches only when the rain reminds. The one-legged man forgets his leg of wood, The one-armed man his jointed wooden arm. The blinded man sees with his ears and hands As much or more than once with both his eyes.
So in a nutshell," he says, "something snapped. That's what people say, isn't it? But to be honest, now I hear myself saying it, I don't think that's right. I wonder if something mended. Maybe something joined up.
have coupled before the stick-like figures racing eternally, before
That's put a strain on his left-hand knee.
We are split people.
used one end to loosen the tacks,
Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame
Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I.
A pair of legs engineered to defy the laws of physics and a mindset to master the most epic of splits.
I'm fine, and my hips are fine. My false knee is fine. My false hips are fine. Everything's cooking.
Somewhere between good and bad - bits of both stuck together.
Ma
A man is in bondage to whatever he cannot part with that is less than
himself.
For her, Mr. Splitfoot is a two that is sometimes a one, mothers and their children, Nat and Ruth, life and death. "Are
One foote is better then two crutches.
locked his fingers on the arm of his
To a crafty man, a crafty and an halfe.
My bed is actually two king beds put together.
If ever a fusion of two human beings into one has been accomplished on this sphere it was surely their union.
The Palm is a joint for sadists to entertain masochists.
Married, but not to each other.
I'm mangled," I said. "On the inside and the outside.
It ain't no broken.
Jaska straightened, though his whole person seemed to wilt.
The skeleton picked up the second skull, so worn as to barely be recognisable as such. The vertebrae fell and rolled like beads from a string.
Something had snapped between us, and I had no idea how to glue it back together.
The jery, impeded walk of a man stuck in a turnstile, admitted, and stuck in a turnstile, admitted, and stuck in a turnstile. He said it was rheumatoid arthritis. It looked as likely to be cancer of the prostrate metastatising to his hips.
You were broken years ago and you healed hunched. And now you're broken again and trying to heal even more hunched.
I've never been much of a joiner.