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I wish i were the rain that binds together the Earth and the sky, whom in all eternity will never mingle.
The soft droppes of rain perce the hard marble.
a confused heap of mingle-mangle").
I die of thirst here at the fountainside.
I listen to the rainfall,
my words wanna flow!
Droplets run down the wall,
where do they go?
Letters in the raw,
mesh together for the show!
Who are you, Lucy Snowe?
Relentless rain, like a non-stop talker.
A fine silver rain, like cobwebs falling.
Slang is a foul pool at which every dunce fills his bucket, and then sets up as a fountain.
poxy shitweasel,
A mere like this might be bottomless mud, like the one at home they used to drown the buggers in.
The final condensation.
There was a single ray of sun shining through the window. I got up, went to the cracked glass, and saw that it was both raining and shining outside
a bit of meteorological weirdness whose name no one can seem to agree on. My mom, I kid you not, refers to it as orphan's tears.
An infinite
Resignedness
Rains where the white
Mists opalesce
In the moon-shower ...
the large buckets about the
A text from Fable and it says one word. Marshmallow
Ripples in the upside down lake of the void ... The bottom of the world is gold and the world is upside down
'Mullygrubber' is an Australian term which means something that creeps along the ground; it's like a little grub.
What river can flood over the mountains of your love?
If I was any wetter I'd be lying in a puddle.
A victim of the use of water as a beverage.
Lumpyface Lumpyhead
Pools, MapHead knew, were generally green and rock-strewn. He must have heard it wrong. This must be a swimming flume.
Cogg would suddenly stand stock still. "Listen," he would say. Some feeble quack would be heard from the willow beyond the pond. "That's an easy one to tell. The frog-pippit." Then he would add, As a safety measure, "As I believe they call it in these parts."
My name is Catbug. What's yours?
red plastic rain
her tears stain
The living water that never runs dry,
The water of life, Lord, the saviour of the world.
dreamers--which the English call splash; Arabian poets gasgachau; and which we Frenchmen, who would be poets, can only translate by a paraphrase--the noise of water falling into water.
I don't want to live in a world without Augusts Waters
your rainbow colors
come out to play when it pours -
chase the gray away
Some report a sea-maid spawn'd him; some that he was begot between two stock-fishes. But it is certain that when he makes water his urine is congealed ice.
Where's the dam water fountain I'm thirsty?
I knew every raindrop by its name.
By happy chance we saw A twofold image: on a grassy bank A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood Another and the same!
You must be a Lotus, unfolding its petals when the Sun rises in the sky, unaffected by the slush where it is born or even the water which sustains it.
sand-bar, sorrowful
The rain that falls wherever it pleases. I want to be that rain.
The sky drops silver threads of sleet.
I came up with American Splendor. Some people think it's American Squalor.
Frog or pearl, life hid something at the bottom of the cup.
The world globes itself in a drop of dew.
And it's like he's melting into a puddle of himself.
Who can (make) the muddy water (clear)?
My soul is possessed by this devil my new name is Rain Man.
The detritus of animal and plant life that had died miles above. It fell steadily through each zone of the ocean, down and down, shredding into flakes, leached of pigment until it became bone white. A snow of death.
Mellingey Stream
Obscure, like muddy waters.
is the answer none of the above
crouched in a hole like a mud-streaked fugitive
everyday a different version of
pouring it away like a water through a sieve
What is a mirror but water that refuses to budge?
haze-brained nitwit
pickle-head froggy leg soup
murky
daunting
gone
The world is full of damp rocks, with some very strange creatures hiding under them.
Like streams that keep a summer mind Snow-hid in Jenooary.
Rain. Tumble, bumble and, fall on me. Any old day, any old way. Come for a visit, or come for a stay. Rain, rain, don't go away.
She's the stuff that lava is made of, not rain.
am Slinklebert Petrovius Mordechai Smythe, but everyone calls me Slinky, mainly because nobody can ever figure out how to say my name properly.
What do you think I live on, rainwater and daydreams?
Giddy grasshopper
Take care ... do not leap and crush
These pearls of dewdrop
Rain drips from the sky
I hope it rains forever
If that's what it takes to wash you away from me
And when I'm clean
I'll finally be free.
I'm running out of names. There aren't that many vile things on this earth that can describe what a cum dumpster you are.
Darkening sea full of stirred silt and clouds of minute
Umbrellas raining upon me, as these cloudy tears give me shelter.
For the bored souls, sometimes sea is the best answer!
THE GRACKLE
The
If I could caste the Sun run as liquid
I would bid it pool warm at your feet
(Hockey) It's a slippery game played on ice.
Dived through the rain across the sidewalk, found
Shine: clear dew aching with light.
Snow begins to fall, this boneless water turned mighty.
...it was both raining and shining outside - a bit of meteorological weirdness whose name no one can seem to agree on.
This is our mercury, our lunary, but whosoever thinks of any other water besides this, is ignorant and foolish, never attaining to the desired effects.
The most efficient water power in the world - women's tears.
In the stream.- Mighty waters draw much stone and rubble along with them; mighty spirits many stupid and bewildered heads.
hydra of revolution,
Evanescent like ice that is melting away;
Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flow claspest the limits of mortality.
Blacko-oxy-tonic phosphate, it's the latest scoop. But that's alright girls, you can call it goop.
A few lantern bugs were coming out, their little lights blinking on and off. The green water was warm as tears, but there was no salt in it. It tasted of summer and mud and growing things.
Constant dripping hollows out a stone.
It flows purling, widely flowing, floating foampool, flower unfurling.
Splendiferous. That's your word. It's yellow with six legs and it's crawling up your arm.
Infinite rain of chalk
Rain, forever raining. Drown me in sleep. And soon.
there's rainbow behind the rain
Some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs.
You all want to be the sea. But you're not the sea, you're just a raindrop.
HERE LIES THE MYSTERY PISSER
P.I.P.
basement concrete
You have been a prisoner of a little pond I am the ocean and its turbulent flood Come merge with me leave this world of ignorance
I'm working on a film called 'Bonnie.' Bonnie means water. It's in English, and it's dealing with a future world in a megacity - which is what the U.N. says we're going to be - but in this megacity, a city that runs out of water.
Always wetweating-always wetweating!
London, dirty little pool of life
But you want a placid pond, a glassy surface to reflect your own casual desires and nothing more. You will never fathom the depths of my savage ocean.
I love the rain of the whole human race.
Petra Hermans
On mornings when I hope you forget my name,
I walk through the high wet weeds
that don't have names either.
I do not remember the word dew.
I do not remember what I told you
with your ear in my teeth.
Hyacinth. Please forgive me.
Let it rain to You and drips on me, together we will get wet
Nighttown, because the Pit's inverted, and the bottom of its bowl touches the sky, the sky that Nighttown never sees, sweating under its own firmament of acrylic resin, up where the Lo Teks crouch in the dark like gargoyles,
Rain is simple, umbrella is simple; umbrella under rain is the magical meeting of these beautiful simples!
The whole moon and the entire sky are reflected in one dewdrop on the grass.
There must be a cloud in my head, rain keeps falling from my eyes