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COBWEBS. The spider as an artist Has never been employed Though his surpassing merit Is freely certified By every broom and Bridget Throughout a Christian land. Neglected son of genius, I take thee by the hand.
The tombstones smashed in Hebrew cemeteries and plundered for Polish sidewalks; today bored citizens, staring at their feet while waiting for a bus, can still read the inscriptions.
You can't polish a turd.
Sweeping from butcher's stalls, dung, guts, and blood,
Drown'd puppies, stinking sprats, all drench'd in mud,
Dead cats, and turnip-tops, come tumbling down the flood.
Leeches are singing in my asshole.
Watching you at work, I was reminded of the young lady of Natchez, whose clothes were all tatters and patches. In alluding to which, she would say, Well, Ah itch, and wherever ah itches, Ah scratches.
SCRAPPLE Place a pig's head in 4 quarts of cold water and bring slowly to the boil.
Basically it's just a whole bunch of blokes standing around scratching themselves
Scratching could not make it worse ... such a face as yours.
I'll never beg for scraps from anyone's table.
row of stitches.
They ate silently for a few minutes as she studied him.
"I need a shave," he said when he caught her staring.
She lifted a shoulder in a shrug. "It's not bad."
"I'd scrape your delicate skin if I tried to kiss you."
"Want to find out?" she asked with a mischievous smile.
I scraped my heel against this black claw: I wanted to peel off some of the bark. For no reason at all, out of defiance, to make the bare pink appear absurd on the tanned leather: to play with the absurdity of the world. But, when I drew my heel back, I saw that the bark was still black.
I loves me my Google
Mud-pies gratify one of our first and best instincts. So long as we are dirty, we are pure.
Tell me, Peppone, what other talents do you have besides erasing undesirables?"
"I enjoy a fair bit of sneaking, sir. I also enjoy pilfering and killing as a professional courtesy."
"What a delightfully horrid urchin you are."
"Thank you, sir.
I wish I were there to watch the operations and changes; but alas! I am in Kansas scratching for a living.
Tis but a scratch!"
"A scratch? Your arm's off!"
"No it isn't."
"Then what's that?"
"Oh come on, pansy!
Dust webbed the window and the showtrays. Dust darkened the toiling fingers with their vulture nails. Dust slept on dull coils of bronze and silver, lozenges of cinnabar, on rubies, leprous and winedark stones.
[Google is] an omnivorous collector of information, a hyperencyclopedic vault of human knowledge, an unerring auctioneer, an eerily skilful student of languages, behaviour, and desires.
If all you can do is crawl, start crawling.
We are obliged to steal pieces of language, both visual and textual.
SCRAP-BOOK, n. A book that is commonly edited by a fool. Many persons of some small distinction compile scrap-books containing whatever they happen to read about themselves or employ others to collect.
dropping spiders
Without the scrape, there is no scar."
"I could live without the scars."
"But that's where the music is.
A rake is a composition of all the lowest, most ignoble, degrading, and shameful vices; they all conspire to disgrace his character, and to ruin his fortune; while wine and the pox content which shall soonest and most effectually destroy his constitution.
To endeavor to work upon the vulgar with fine sense is like attempting to hew blocks with a razor.
Like Momma says, only thing you get by digging dirt is dirty.
You know, I try to avoid Googling myself, but sometimes I slip up. Sometimes I just want to see how the world is viewing me on a particular day.
Google is so my bitch
The itch is a mean, unconfessable, ridiculous malady; one can pity someone who is suffering ; someone who wants to scratch himself makes one laugh.
It's their skins I'm peeling," she said. "The skins of the insipid scribblers, which I graft to the page, creating monsters of meaninglessness.
Pull,
my finger
please.
I'll have to lift your penis now to grease around it.
The copyeditor I drew was a brachycephalic, web-footed cretin who should have been in an institution learning how to make brooms.
Do me the kindness of at least scraping me from the bottom of your shoes.
Tumble me down, and I will sit
Upon my ruines (smiling yet
Teare me to tatters; yet I'le be
Patient in my necessitie.
Laugh at my scraps of cloathes, and shun
Me, as a fear'd infection:
Yet scarre-crow-like I'le walk as one,
Neglecting thy derision.
You embraced what was already on the page, worked with it, massaged it.
The first time I ever found Paste I thought somebody just might have finally made a magazine using only the contents of my brain. I read it cover to cover every single month.
Scratch the Christian and you find the pagan - spoiled.
Damn,' someone behind me says. 'I was hoping we would get to scrape some Stiff pancake off the pavement later.
I had so much fun writing this book and I want readers to have fun also. A Passion for Prying is a feel-good, fun read. It's like eating a delicious, sinful hot fudge sundae--pure fun and indulgence.
People tend to call me names that I can't repeat on basic cable. I will give you a hint. They rhyme with itch, hunt, & bore.
A cave of scars!
ancient, archaic wallpaper
built up, layer on layer
from the earliest, dream-white
to yesterday's, a red-black scrawl
a red mouth slowly closing
Everyday we just copy&paste ourselves from the previous day instead of creating a new blank page and be something different and original.
SUBJECT: Real original
Dear Dark Assholes,
I get the point. Showing me that you know how to log onto a computer and utilize Google must've taken some pretty keen strategizing on your part.
Really, really cool trick. Now leave me the hell alone.
-The DL
When I go to the garage to pick up my clubs, I clean the spider webs off.
We're going to scrape her hull clear of those pests,
brushed with the first crimson of sunrise. On the oval track the comb marks of the rakes in the dirt showed no footsteps; Saul always ran better on fresh earth. He stripped and tossed
from any anatomical disgust
You are trying to put something on the page worth what it costs you to put it on the page.
Please will you do my job for me.Job-- C.s. Lewis
With cropping, a new integrity appears and winning abstractions flutter up like butterflies. You can afford to be critical, discriminating, innocent, open-minded, charmed, beguiled or bamboozled.
It is a ripper. I would be disappointed if it simply nuzzled them and showed its belly for a good rub.
The scrape and snap of Keds on loose alley pebbles seems to catapult their voices high into the moist March air blue above the wires.
Your turn has come to sift through the dreck of humanity for rare specks of originality
showed where the ancient pewter teapot had leaked. At the other end was a scattering of crumbs left by the
I refuse to bow to the Google gods
I'll rustle up some dinner.
This was the thing with the murky world of the Internet. You swam along through cyberspace, merrily picking up this and that, and next thing you knew you'd stumbled upon something unsavory and ugly.
This town of Sheffield is very populous and large, the streets narrow, and the houses dark and black, occasioned by the continued smoke of the forges, which are always at work: Here they make all sorts of cutlery-ware, but especially that of edged-tools, knives, razors, axes, &. and nails
Whatever you come across- go beyond
Scratch the surface, and there's just more surface - chalk dust under your nails, but not much else. What you see, as they say, is what you get.
If the scrapes were on the front of our knees, she would put our dirty feet in the middle of her chest to clean the wounds, and we could feel her heart beating, strong as the thud of the ground when we walked, through our soles.
The Internet lets thousands of total strangers collaborate to produce a truly hivelike result.
First we crawl. Later we crawl on broken glass.
Plodding wins the race.
Gammy used to say, 'Too much scrubbing takes the life right out of things.'
Wandering around the web is like living in a world in which every doorway is actually one of those science fiction devices which deposit you in a completely different part of the world when you walk through them. In fact, it isn't like it, it is it.
Scratch a lover, and find a foe.
Dirtyhands had come to see the rough work done.
When you spend your life taking care of mudmen, you can't help getting a little dirty yourself.
I remember my mother finding mud somehow and putting it on the sting.
Be the kind of person who catches the shit before it hits the fan, not the one who scrapes it off afterwards.
inferred by the pattern to either side, the small pyramidal bumps rising from the flat steel with their crisp edges and flecks of paint. Holston lifted an old boot to an old step, pressed down,
The scratching came from the attic. At night, when Rory turned out the light I would lie awake and wait for it to skit, skit, skit lightly across the floorboards above our heads and down behind the water pipes.
They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street
Pray that when I'm coming down you'll be alseep
If I ever hurt you your revenge will be so sweet
Because I'm scum
And I'm your son
I come undone
Meaning to ask, where'd all them scratches come from? Lookin like you had yourself a knife fight with a dwarf, aye?
The history of the Web so far says that we are highly motivated to come up with ways to make sense of a world richer and more interesting than the constrained resources of the traditional media let on.
The asp doth on his feeder feed.
Then [Badger] fetched them dressing-gowns and slippers, and himself bathed the Mole's shin with warm water and mended the cut with sticking-plaster till the whole thing was just as good as new, if not better.
Yet the ink on the page was ancient, faded. (...) Fresh iron-gall ink was as black as Beelzebub's beards.
We sack, we ransack to the utmost sands
Of native kingdoms, and of foreign lands:
We travel sea and soil; we pry, and prowl,
We progress, and we prog from pole to pole.
systematically looking at each of the fly-covered tattoos on one of the walls.
I'm a lunatic wandering around for scraps.
Mine your words as if digging for diamonds and gold.
While my cousins were gang-banging, I was trying to learn what the Internet was about.
As much as I love scores of wonderful sites across the web, most of them are driven by the daily grind of the display/pageview hamster wheel. They create 20, 30, 40 'content snacks' a day, and I miss far more than I consume.
Wipe your glosses with what you know.
A menial task which must be mine, that shall I glorify and make an art of it.
In the evening of that day, after completing my preparations, I supped on the remaining portions of the sloth, not suitable for preservation, roasting bits of fat on the coals and boiling the head and bones into a broth; and after swallowing the liquid I crunched the bones and sucked the marrow ...
Cricket glanced down when she saw a cookie slide under the wall. She plucked the cookie from the ground and bit into it, dirt and all. It was so disgusting, her eyes watered, but she was starving, so she choked it down.
Everywhere on our planet one hand greases another. Often it's done with a bloated face, wearing a serpent's smile.
M.Sullivan
I look up momentarily stunned, then angry.
What the Hell is that dirtbag doing here?
Make a better mousetrap and the world will know it; it can measure and applaud your skill. Make a better man and the world will say he did it himself.
Even the leftover carats of tar in the gutter, so black they seemed to suck
the light out of the air.
By nightfall kids had come across them: every sidewalk on the block was
scribbled with obscenities and hearts.
Kitten got claws and then some
People who turn pages with licked fingers are as bad as those who wipe their noses on the able linen
When I do appearances and stuff and I just wanna see the new pictures, I Google myself.
Away with the joint-stools, remove the
court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save
me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let
the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell.
Antony, and Potpan!