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Fingering spots where they had been torn or punctured by boarhound teeth.
The pains they took to make themselves smooth! The rashes the creams left! The futility of it all! The enemy, hair, was invincible. It was life itself.
Lice consume grass, rust consumes iron, and lying the soul!
The flies of some other summer darkening its windowsills.
Astonishingly slimy and dangerous
Barking spiders!
The trees that have it in their pent-up buds
To darken nature and be summer woods.
The sight of a certain depressed-to-the-max head of seaweed has made me quite ill.
The yellow glistens. It glistens with various yellows, Citrons, oranges and greens Flowering over the skin.
We have to fight them daily, lake fleas, those many small worries about the morrow, for they sap our energies.
It's this place. Whatever darkness came to the island, it's here to stay. Stick around long enough and it gets inside your skin, into your cells, like an infection.
Gold mould as if blisters of the body can become precious metals.
What's worse than cancer? Leprosy.
Toads, beetles, bats.
Skin-that smooth plump sweetly fragrant sac upon which life scrawls the record of our failures and exhaustion
Wet catkins fur the twigs of a willow.
Rats. Rats, mice, and rodents.
Some things just won't go away, no matter how hard you scrub.
Lankester's mistake didn't stem simply from a loathing for all parasites;
Things without defense: insects, kittens, small boys.
To the naked eye Boudicca is a haze of noxious green that lurks among fronds of seaweed looking exactly like the aftermath of a chemical spill.
woollyheads and silvergrays, and am unable to understand
Sunlight is bad,' he wheezes. 'It's the exact same stuff as breeds maggots in wounded soldiers' legs. And when there's no war on, it fades wallpaper.
One gram of moss from the forest floor, a piece about the size of a muffin, would harbour 150,000 protozoa, 132,000 tardigrades, 3,000 springtails, 800 rotifers, 500 nematodes, 400 mites, and 200 fly larvae. These numbers tell us something about the astounding quantity of life in a handful of moss.
Chlorophyll drops.
Mistletoe," said Luna dreamily, pointing at a large clump of white berries placed almost over Harry's head. He jumped out from under it.
"Good thinking," said Luna seriously. "It's often infested with nargles.
The terrain is everything; the germ is nothing,
Sunscreen! It is a recent discovery and now I can't live without it - that and drinking lots of water and moisturizing.
...He was succeeded by a gentleman who gazed at the Brussels sprouts and asked if the funny little knobs on the stalks were a form of disease. I told him yes. Eczema.
Writing in the incurable itch that possesses many.
What was once dormant is now a Creeping Thing
purple tongue, and that the whitish hair that
A fly, a grape-stone, or a hair can kill.
Morning: Slept.
Afternoon: Slept.
Evening: Ate grass.
Night: Ate grass. Decided grass is boring.
Scratched. Hard to reach the itchy bits.
Slept.
Your place is no different to mine," Gethin said.
"Really?"
"Maybe the pattern of mould on the wall's a bit more
interesting here. Patches of aspergillus, cladosporium and stachybotrys atra.
If you want your place in the sun you've got put up with a few blisters.
Critical lice are like body lice, which desert corpses to seek the living.
I collect spores, molds, and fungus
worms and bugs. They climbed up the
I have personal problems like other people have termites.
a sour lozenge on my tongue.
Is it just another pore expanding? God, I already have pores the size of pudding cups, that's the last thing I need, another pore ... to fill in with spackle.
What did he call them? Lupus garous? Fancy name for a horror-flick creature.
Grobanite makes me think of a type of harmless crustacean.
Red ants that had a sour farty smell when they were squashed.
They can wound, stories, they can blister.
Life in this village is like that of a louse hanging on to a wrinkle in a loincloth.
Body hair. You know when you're swimming as a kid and you want to crawl on your dad? None of us went anywhere near him. 'My god, a beaver! Everyone out of the pool!
crystals that stung your
Excuse me for just a sec, I've got eczema around my nubbins.
Homemade sweaters are always itchy.
I have had a lifelong phobia of snakes.
On my way home, I noticed a few mushrooms that had sprung up after the rain. They were perfect and intact because everyone knew they were poisonous.
It wasn't even one of those stoic pimples that goes quietly when you pop it; this one was cystic and painful and had roots that seemed to extend into my brain.
I'm part wood nymph. I require mountains and warm, dense patches of moss to thrive.
I suffer from arachnophobia. I don't mind the tiny spiders so much, it's the ones with their legs covered in thick hair.
For smoke, which is the London ivy, had so wreathed itself round Peffer's name and clung to his dwelling-place that the affectionate parasite quite overpowered the parent tree.
My actinic keratosis is a result of the triumphalism of the beach. The sun exacerbates it.
rashers of bacon.
Itchy, itchy, itchy, yo.
Scratchy, scratchy, scratchy, yo.
Itchy, itchy, itchy, yo.
Poison summac daddy. Got an itch real baddy.
I'm allergic to rocks hitting me in the face.
Woolsey bites on occasion
Syphilis. Lots and lots of magically delicious Syphilis.
What sort of moths eat chainmail?
Fancy language, like poplin, too often conceals an eczema.
Ever since my famous battle with Python, I've had a phobia of scaly reptilian creatures. (Especially if you include my stepmother, Hera. BOOM!)
The sudden appearance of mushrooms after a summer rain is one of the more impressive spectacles of the plant world.
The best part of chronic head lice is it takes away your fear of dying alone.
So when she looked in the mirror one day, and saw the beginning of thorny protrusions on her legs, a slight greenish tinge to her skin, she sighed.
It was inevitable. - The Monster In Her Bedroom, Havok Magazine, Issue 1.1
Only once did Lori glimpse such an entity, supine on a mattress in the corner of its boudoir. It was naked, corpulent and sexless, its sagging body a motley of dark, oily skin and larval eruptions that seeped phosphorescence, soaking its simple bed.
F***ing triffids.
If you want a place in the sun, you've got to put up with a few blisters.
Anthing else you're allergic to?
Besides penecellin and guys who bust up into my Apartment? No.
Siry answered with one simple, shattering word. Veelox.
My first wife was like the rash you get from poison ivy. I couldn't stand her, but I couldn't keep my hands off her. She was an itch I scratched until I bled
and then I scratched it some more!
Why is it...that the good things that pop up almost always get clobbered by these miserable darn things that seem to choke out everything like stinkweed?
It's like an itch, isn't it? You can feel it in your throat. You want to scream for me.
Hush! With sudden gush As from a fountain sings in yonder bush The Hermit Thrush.
strange, spiky pieces of
What is this?"
"Plankton, basically," Henry says. "A plant. A bio luminescent plankton called dinoflagellates."
Oh, Henry. He's so romantic.
fleas are like a bad habit - awfully hard to get rid of once you get them
Well, I am a giant pansy and freak out if seaweed touches my leg in the ocean.
I guess you could say I'm allergic to sunlight. If I'm exposed to it, it could kill me.
The famous jack-o-lantern mushroom, which glows at night with a greenish phosphorescent ligh called foxfire.
Beowulf's Bane, an exotic glowing fungus that ate the flesh of elves, bore an uncanny resemblance to those of necrotizing fasciitis.
Off in strata of porous rock by the leathery half-plant, half-animal little makers - and
Martyred plants from their shrouds. Their mouths
i am about castle walls and ivy growing wild
Less welcome to the people of Paneron is the STIFLER, a humid wind that brings the allergenic pollen of carp-weed bushes from nearby unpopulated islands.
Percy figured they must be on the bottom of his foot - a rough, calloused expanse where only the most disgusting plant life grew. Finally
fine, dark grey strands. Like plague-flavoured candy floss, Justineau thinks.
For many years, I have sought and studied Agarikon, an unusual mushroom native to the old growth conifer forests of North America and Europe.
red-hot fireflies
Wisps of steam like spectral maggots rose from their damp coats in the inn's fuggyheat
I was born on a storm-swept rock and hate the soft growth of sun-baked lands where there is no frost in men's bones.
Our backs hut from gathering them: how hard they were to find among the concealing leaves, the frosted deceiving grass.
Planted in apple orchards they are of benefit in preventing apple scab,
What hostile parasite is tunneling through her sphincter? (Zarina)
Yeah, but I thought mushrooms were a kind of fungus!' Teddy says. 'You know, like mould. You can't get mould growing on mould, can you? It'd be like a weird incestuous fungal party.
A soft and gentle growth
Under a blue sky
Over a high mountain
Extended over a vast land
When the sun comes up
Start growing