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A symbol is best answered by a symbol. Not by a . . . meat cleaver.
I am only a cup that knowledge holds. It does not to knowledge matter how poor the cup is. It is the wisdom of those who drink of me that me wise makes. Fools make a sibyl foolish, wherever she is.
The demiurge is a hybrid
The lamp of light.
row of stitches.
Bump in my hoopty hoopty hoop. I own that. And I aint payin my rent this month. I owe that.
You call this a chariot?
I originate from a family where sauce is viewed as a refreshment.
spoon, jar, jar jar spoon
A handful of red sand from the hot clime
Of Arab deserts brought,
Within this glass becomes the spy of Time,
The minister of Thought.
When the servants break the cups and saucers, a 'puzzle' arises within. Who really breaks the cups and saucers? Who runs this world? One does not know that and inbetween, the 'guest' (of this world) does worries.
I'm pretty good with a screwdriver. I don't mean the drink, though actually, now I come to think of it ...
I hold a mouses wit not worth a leke, That hath but on hole for to sterten to.
He wants the jars that have caught the morning light; I think he believes they hold little pieces of the sun.
glass, madam. He looks to see his own face, not
basket. No, they put it on a stand, and it gives light
Electric jugs for all.
Any concerns or reservations?" Venkat asked. "Yeah. I'm concerned about what I ate last night. I think it had an eyeball in it." "I'm sure there wasn't an eyeball." "The engineers here made it for me special," Mitch said. "There may have been an eyeball," Venkat said. "They hate you.
If you cross an onion with a UFO, what you get is a flying saucer that brings tears to your eyes.
dark-gray cylinder,
fishhook. It's squiggly like a worm. Something's
Julia poured tea gracefully, but it all ran over into the saucers.
waistcoat-pocket,
Where is the best place to hide a penny? It is in a jar of pennies.
With thimble and thread And wax and hammer, and buckles and screws, And all such things as geniuses use; - Two bats for patterns, curious fellows! A charcoal-pot and a pair of bellows.
If a man does not have sauce, then he is lost. But the same man can get lost in the sauce.
Son, We're in no mood for Mickey Mouse. Get out of the road.
Chief Miller, Into the Looking Glass
Excuse me, Mr Tall-and-Good-looking Wolfman, but can you help the English midget reach the sauce?' I think not.
Travelers are fantasists, conjurers, seers - and what they finally discover is that every round object everywhere is a crystal ball: stone, teapot, the marvelous globe of the human eye.
whose dark eyes narrowed to lightless almonds,
This item belongs to Mrs. Granger and she may call it anything she likes.
-With love from Nicholas Allen
Popcorn-can cover / screwed to the wall / over a hole / so the cold / can't mouse in.
Spectacles. They were kind of like a hat for smart people.
The trickster, the riddler, the keeper of balance, he of the many faces who finds life in death and who fears no evil; he who walks through doors.
He darted a guilty look toward his dad. "Will you - get me a bottle of spicy?"
My eyes jerked to his.
"Maybe some barbecue sauce?"
I closed my mouth before a bug flew into it. "Sure." I did not believe this. I was pimping ketchup to the son of the FIB's captain.
It has an L on it. L for love. See? It's the key to the universe, Dad. You said you were looking for it. You told Mom you were. I found it for you so you don't have to look anymore. So you can come home at night.
What's that?"
"The laundry basket?"
"No, next to it."
"I don't see anything next to it."
"It's my last shred of dignity. It's very small.
This is where the pot is strongest now: at the place where it had been broken.
The Maker is Mighty!
...That Great Cocktail Cabinet in the Sky...
He is solid; immovable, iron-willed. He showed me one day his killing bottle. I'm imprisoned in it. Fluttering against the glass. Because I can see through it I still think I can escape. I have hope. But it's all an illusion.
A thick round wall of glass.
The French cook; we open tins.
The Candle Holder
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Your light I wish to see.
I am the candle holder,
reveal yourself to me.
-Reed Abbitt Moore-
What's this "
"A needle."
"What should I do with it " He'd walked right into it. Too easy.
"Please use it to pop your head. It's obscuring my view of the room.
A deistical prater, fit to sit in the chimney-corner of a pot-house, and make blasphemous comments on the one greasy newspaper fingered by beer-swilling tinkers.
That great brow And the spirit-small hand propping it.
Cheekbones that cut like ice and eyes like liquid scotch. Loren Hale is an alcoholic beverage and he doesn't even know it.
Out of a shardstrewn
madness
I stand up
and look upon my hand,
how it draws the one
and only
circle
To a crafty man, a crafty and an halfe.
If someone burns out your eye
I will take your socket
and use it for an ashtray.
Its spinner was black and had a swirling white
chair with a place for his trident and his fishing pole. Ares's
The steel skull of your archnemesis. Now,
Jesus H. Christ on a chariot-driven crutch.
A drinker has a hole under his nose that all his money runs into.
An ounce of sauce covers a multitude of sins.
Play With It, Rotate With It
bottle that reads, "Drink me.
It's a poorboy sanditch,' Roland said. 'With lots of mayo, whatever that is. I'd want a sauce that didn't look quite so much like come, myself, but may it do ya fine.
Mouseburger: unpretty, unspecial, unformed.
Raft of the Medusa.
If you stop referring to my penis as a love truncheon." "Love dart?" "No." "Portable pocket rocket?" Sloane smiled. "Absolutely." The smile vanished. "Not." "How about moisture missile? Peacemaker? Heat seeking missile?
The transformation which occurs in the cauldron is quintessential and wondrous, subtle and delicate. The mouth cannot express it in words.
A knife. A silver knife, like the one that had cut out Alice's heart.
It was a small place with bulbs of alcohol, chocolate, coffee, and tea all set with temperature controls in the nipple, so the uniformly tepid drinks could come out anywhere from almost boiling to just this side of ice. The
Bookbag, Pocketshoe.
I am become a transparent eyeball ...
Second glasses of excellent
I have never seen anything like it: two little discs of glass suspended in front of his eyes in loops of wire. Is he blind?
My eye-balls are glass,
my limbs marble,
my face fixed
in its marble mask.
Greater magics than mine are afoot in this chamber, where blade and cup and dram are met with love such as yours.
My cooking spoon,
My magic wand,
Of this dish,
You will be fond.
A small cup of the deceivingly cheerful cherry-red syrup
here he dug in his pockets and produced a thimble, a root, two empty tin cans, three Indian arrowheads, an apple peeler, a dried-up boll weevil, and a bent pocketknife.
Ah! Indeed but! But he consumes too much spice, eats it like candy. Look at his eyes! He might have come directly from the Arrakeen labor pool. Efficient, Piter, but he's still emotional and prone to passionate outbursts. Efficient, Piter, but he still can err.
-Baron Vladimir
my eye lest I be invaded by
There's something very disconcerting about a sock with Winnie the Pooh on it wriggling and squirming about my knicker drawer. Looking for its honey pot.
He wore round glasses held together with a lot of Sellotape because of all the times Dudley had punched him on the nose.
You want some more?" Christa asked, her right eye drooping like an old lady's pantyhose. It was a sign that Christa was drunk. She said it was a form of lazy eye; I just thought it was hysterical and laughed although I tried to hide it with an inconspicuous cough.
Anoint the saucepan with a touch of sunflower seed oil. Grease its scars, and as soon as the oils heats up, sprinkle with flour, pour on the bouillon and the moonshine strong as the hearts of the village man who knows not how to love with his words, only with his actions, and ass the chopped apple.
The table. That Saukerl, that filthy pig - you call him Papa, verstehst? Understand?
The pellet with the poison's in the vessel with the pestle; the chalice from the palace has the brew that is true!
Piter: Ah-ah, Baron! Is it not regrettable you were unable to devise this delicious scheme by yourself?
Baron: Someday I will have you strangled, Piter.
Piter: Of a certainty, Baron. Enfin! But a kind act is never lost, eh?
Baron: Have you been chewing verite or semuta, Piter?
Wait your turn, Lion, or I'll be wearing your eyeballs as jewelry. (Savitar)
I am an eye. I am a mechanical eye. I, a machine, I am showing you a world, the likes of which only I can see
It looks like a galosh with electronics in it.
Ashryver eyes.
The fairest eyes, from legends old
of brightest, ringed with gold.
Tsze-kung asked, "What do you think of me?" The Master said, "You are a pot." "What sort of pot?" "A precious ritual vase.
Scraps
The scraps from the meal of the Emir are larger than the gifts of halwa from the merchant.
Timur Fazil
Ariana, there's a small rodent on your face. Thought you should know."
"It's a mustache. Kyra assured me that it's extremely convincing.
A jug fill drop by drop.
Glasses, yet to make the masquerade complete, at such a dinner there should have been wine or champagne. It
Oh, its big enough," he said patronizingly, "but somehow I was expecting ... you know." He gestured with his hands, indicating something roughly the size of a house cat.
"It's the Mortal Cup, Jace, not the Mortal Toilet Bowl," said Isabelle.
-Jace & Isabelle, pg.349-
One eye filled with blueprints
one eye filled with night
into the cell, put the basket down upon the magistrate's
A token of the boy with the bread. A
That thing has a name?
As the Lady from Borneo digs out his eyeball, the thing eventually uncorks from its socket.
It's square shaped... Roger mumbled, "Could be a remote detonator...
This, I suppose, makes me such a sauce-box, and bold-face, and a creature, and all because I won't be a sauce-box and bold-face indeed.