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Fluke me, Murdstone.
Swish and flick.
A man is like a rope: both break at a definite strain ... The solution is not splicing the rope; it's lessening the tension.
I sutured split infinitives and hoisted dangling modifiers and wore out the seam of my best flannel skirt.
Blivet is when a man has a box or a bag that is designed to hold five pounds worth of stuff and he tries to shove ten pounds worth of stuff into it instead.
And be these juggling friends no more believ'd, That palter with us in a double sense; That keep the word of promise to our ear And break it to our hope.
A Clock stopped
Not the Mantel's
Geneva's farthest skill
Can't put the puppet bowing
That just now dangled still
There is no escape - man drags man down, or man lifts man up.
Shoes twisted into incredible lilies.
Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!
The work resembles a breech delivery-one which is expressed in rhythmic lurches, stabs of phrase and vocal ornamentation designed to express agitation rather than decorative grace.
No more Keats, I entreat: flay him alive; if some of you don't I must skin him myself: there is no bearing the drivelling idiotism of the Mankin.
A tiny little wooden man [was] slowly ascending the steps to a real set of gallows, both perched on a box that read: Reusable Hangman - Spell It Or He'll Swing!
There is a similarity between juggling and composing on the typewriter. The trick is, when you spill something, make it look like a part of the act.
I really don't think you should put your hand inside the manticore, dear. You don't know where it's been. - Enid Healy
[She] was juggling a lot of crap. And sh it is incredibly difficult to juggle. No matter how hard you try, it still falls apart and slips through your fingers, and even when you're managing to keep it aloft, it still stinks.
Man is a tool-making animal
And still the Weaver plies his loom,
whose warp and woof is wretched Man
Weaving th' unpattern'd dark design,
so dark we doubt it owns a plan
I hold the ratchet unorthodox. Pernell Whittaker, I'm duckin' all sorts of shots
I have woven a parachute out of everything broken.
Man? What man? I thought it was a punching bag!
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What are you?
"A man with a rope?"
"Ha-ha.
stick together like shit on a shoe.
Yanking at my leg, straining every muscle, my customized Gray Ghost rebuilt as a chopper sparks and squeals.
My boot catches and I'm flipped. Sliding down E-70 Highway on leather, my gloves scrubbed by the tarmac.
this word needs to be reworded ==========
Impressive, isn't it?" Divan says with pride. "I purchased it from a Brazilian artist, who has apparently made a career working in flesh. He claims his artwork is to protest unwinding, but I ask you, how much of a protest can it be if he uses the unwound for his art?
I'm a really good juggler.
Modern man threw a brick through his own window in order to sell himself a burglar alarm.
How do you juggle it all' people constantly ask me, with an accusatory look in their eyes. 'You're fucking it all up, aren't you' their eyes say.
fiddlesticks" and
I'm going to make a man bracelet. Let me see your wrist.
It takes a pillage.
Creep, clobber, squawk. Repeat.
When wiggling through a hole
the world looks different than
when scrubbed clean by the wiggle
and looking back.
Dissembling profiteth nothing; a feigned countenance, and slightly forged externally, deceiveth but very few.
The Slave master named Mahmel Was a nasty kind of thug, so Stiggy dropped a rock on him and squashed him like a bug.
Wiggle like a stick, wobble like a duck, that's what you do when you do the Hucklebuck.
I made you collapsible. I put you in and raised you with string and made you stay
there with putty.
Like the juggler, deceiving by his tricks, one is deluded by egotism, falsehood and illusion.
Only I can snatch my own weave
To a crafty man, a crafty and an halfe.
There are two levers for moving man
interest and fear.
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Whirl man's mind around about so fast under the pumping hands of publishers, exploiters, broadcasters that the centrifuge flings off all unnecessary, time-wasting thought!
We do all like to get things inside a barb-wire corral. Especially our fellow-men. We love to round them up inside the barb-wire enclosure of FREEDOM, and make 'em work. Work, you free jewel, WORK! shouts the liberator, cracking his whip.
Tug the pug? Wax his ax? Wobble his knob? "Did you guys hold a Who Can Come Up with the Worst Euphemism contest at some point and not invite me?" he called up
Never were finer snares for womens' honesties
Than are devis'd in these days ; no spider's web's
Made of a daintier thread, than are now practis'd
To catch love's flesh-fly by the silver wing
I'm an elite, recreational juggler.
a flayed body untangled
string by string and hung
to the wall, an agonized banner
displayed for the same reason
flags are.
Concurring hands divide
flax for damask
that when bleached by Irish weather
has the silvered chamois-leather
water-tightness of a
skin.
McNab pranced in on plaid airboots,
Man is no match for woman where mischief reigns.
The Springboard. Denning
A man must shape himself to a new mark directly the old one goes to ground.
Someone's magic was cleaving.
Wart draggled off to the tower room, where Merlyn was busy knitting himself a woollen night-cap for the winter. "I cast off two together at every other line," said the magician, "but for some reason it seems to end too sharply. Like an onion. It is the turning of the heel that does one, every time.
Tangle me up like Grandma's yarn,
It is a tangled skein, you understand, and I am looking for a loose end.
Better to dangle from strings than to be bound tight by them,
Pully, hauly, tug with a will; the gods wiggle waggle, but the sky stands still.
Man is a shrewd inventor, and is ever taking the hint of a new machine from his own structure, adapting some secret of his own anatomy in iron, wood, and leather, to some required function in the work of the world.
When we were locked and loaded, he led the way and we jogged in silence.
Actually, I jogged in silence, my feet and movements soundless. Greg jogged like a large man who used to be a Marine.
Crunch.
Crash.
Smash.
Snap.
Crack.
Amateur.
It tried to fold everything," he said to Jackson, tasting bile in his throat. "But a person isn't a sheet, Mark. What I saw ... what was left of her ... " Like Stanner, the hapless foreman, he could not finish. "They took her out in a basket," he said softly.
We can paint unrealistic pictures of the juggler
displaying her now as a problem-free paragon of glamour and now as a modern hag.Or we can see in the juggler a real person who strives to overcome the obstacles that nature and society put in her path and who does so with vigor and determination.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Oh, this I have to see. I love it when you go for the vernacular. Jugular.
Form is a straitjacket in the way that a straitjacket was a straitjacket for Houdini,
Mr. Wiggles seems
taken with you."
"It tried to urinate on me the other day. I prefer not
to be 'taken' by something like that.
charmed the words out of
Thurst [thrust] out nature with a croche [crook], yet woll she styll runne back agayne.
Towards that small and ghostly hour, [Mr. Cruncher] rose up from his chair, took a key out of his pocket, opened a locked cupboard, and brought forth a sack, a crowbar of convenient size, a rope and chain, and other fishing tackle of that nature.
If you have a tendency to find yourself in MacGyveresque situations, go ahead and choose a synthetic rope to craft with. I don't want you cursing my name as you hang from a cliff by your swiftly fraying Monkey's Fist necklace.
He was a dandy with on eear cocked, a gleam on his claw and a glint in his eye. He sauntered through the market square elegant and tattered, admired and cursed: a highwayman, a gentleman thief. His name was Taggle, for the three kittens had been Raggle, Taggle, and Bone.
Coupling is frenzy; decoupling is farce.
Man is a tool-using animal.
Schluck it and fuck it".
Man is a mistake. He must go.
A jazz musician is a juggler who uses harmonies instead of oranges.
Driggs, wake up." she shook him. "Driggs!"
"Whaaat?" he groaned, squinting. "Why again? With the shaking?"
She held up the scrap. "I just found this in your pants."
Driggs raised an eyebrow. "What were you doing in my pants?"
She smacked him. "Focus! Read what it says.
Demolition derby
Duck tape works wonders
What bends, can break.
Blessed is that man who knows his own distaff and has found his own spindle.
Manipulated, one manipulates others.
People stagger, but they pick up a tattered thread and wind it back onto a spool.
Bad spellers of the world untie!
Word For The Day KERFUFFLE (kuhr FUF uhl) n. Disorder; uproar; confusion
Groangrousegurgling Toft's cumbersome whirligig turns slowly the room right roundabout the room.)
Discombobulated.
Whate'er the talents, or howe'er designed, We hang one jingling padlock on the mind.
There is, however, a similarity between juggling and composing on the typewriter. The trick is, when you spill something, make it look like part of the act.
It's a manwhore miracle
Man is a robot with defects.
What are you doing, Poirot?"
"I dissect rucksacks. It is very interesting.
In man or fish, wriggling is a sign of inferiority.
I am here to arrest your manservant. The one named Bugg.'
'Oh, now really, his cooking isn't that bad.
Who breaks the thread, the one who pulls, the one who holds on?
Tinkering is a way of understanding difficult problems, of wrapping our heads around them and quantifying the unknowns.
Watching a dog try to chew a large piece of toffee is a pastime fit for gods. Mr. Fusspot's mixed ancestry had given him a dexterity of jaw that was truly awesome. He somersaulted happily around the floor, making faces like a rubber gargoyle in a washing machine.
--What's going on in there?
--Let me see.
--Some kind of homo grappling shit.