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The flannelled fools at the wicket or the mudied oafs at the goals ...
Like piles of dry wood with red-hot coals underneath.
It's a messy morning that I'm familiar with.
What if in Scotland's wilds we viel'd our head, Where tempests whistle round the sordid bed; Where the rug's two-fold use we might display, By night a blanket, and a plaid by day.
Garbage clutters the house that has no dream.
Colin Meads is the kind of player you expect to see emerging from a ruck with the remains of a jockstrap between his teeth.
In the tumult and uproar, the battle seems chaotic, but there is no disorder, the troops appear to be milling about in circles but cannot be defeated.
sometimes you need to make a mess.
The appearance was misleading- human dreams; rubbish heaps abundant yet ephemeral sudden and splendid, only to wilt and perish
A united front announcing a split.
Chaos: it has no plural.
He had too much to think about. In the course of his long, useless marches he had sunk deeper and deeper into the tangle of his botched life as into a clump of brambles, and still he had found no meaning or consolation.
There's a certain amount of disorder that has to be reorganized.
Liverpool have played with no real convention
[The] whirlwind fife-and-drum of the storm bends the salt marsh grass, disturbs stars in the sky and the star on the steeple; it is a privilege to see so much confusion.
Oh the torn up ticket stubs
From a hundred thousand mugs
Now washed away with dead dreams in the rain
And the carparks going up
And they're pulling down the pubs
And its just another bloody rainy day
Arsene Wenger uses the FA Cup to bleed his youngsters
The fires pool and strut; they flow up the sides of the ramparts like tides; they splash into alleys, over rooftops, through a carpark. Smoke chases dust; ash chases smoke. A newsstand floats, burning.
There's a country spread out in the sky, a credulous carpet of rainbows and crepuscular plants: I move toward it just a bit haggardly, trampling a gravedigger's rubble still moist from the spade to dream in a bedlam of vegetables.
The abandonment came, and now this shabby bacchanal.
logistical nightmare during the state
Scotland is a soggy sort it place, where birds and animals walk around uncooked
London, ... like a bowl of viscid human fluid, boils sullenly over the rim of its encircling hills and slops messily into the home counties.
What can you do, playing against eleven goalposts?
(after 0-0 draw at Anfield)
You're my mess, and that makes you a beautiful mess,
a handful of crumpled stars
Ours is the wild tumult of the unchained storm, the tumult of the army on the march, clashing its cymbals, rioting with excess of energy. Need we be ashamed of it?
The technique of winning is so shoddy, the terms of winning are so ignoble, the tenure of winning is so brief; and the specter of the has-been-a shameful rather than a pitiable sight today-brings a sudden chill even to our sunlit moments.
There is a wavering expression in hereyes, like she is a heap of leaves aboutto be scattered by the wind
The worse the mess, the more I get to wonder.
Chris Hughton has been sacked by Norwich. Now? With 5 games to go? Utterly bonkers!
Nothing like a little disaster for sorting things out.
The bodies draped down through the leaves like rancid baubles in the locks of a horrible harlot.
The lads really ran their socks into the ground.
If our houses, or clothes, our household furniture and utensils are not works of art, they are either wretched makeshifts, or, what is worse, degrading shams of better things.
It had acquired a name, Spatters, that reflected the desultory randomness of its outlines: the whole stinking shanty-town seemed to have dribbled like shit from the sky.
Hopeless. Freak. Elephant. Pitiful
back as a mud-smashing
We'll have more football later. Meanwhile, here are the highlights from the Scottish Cup final.
The chaos lies all within.
A creative mess is better than idle tidiness.
We have had three appalling weeks, the kind one hardly believes while one is going through it. And afterwards, as now, it seems quite unbelievable - except for the inexplicable weariness. Written down it sounds merely funny.
The tumultuous noise resolved itself now into the disorderly mingling of many voices, the gride of many wheels, the creaking of wagons, and the staccato of hoofs.
Feelings of depression; feelings of frustration; feelings of emptiness in the face of all this randomness - done down by the haphazard, yet again.
Don't mourn, Organise
These are the ashes of fiery weather,
Of nights full of the green stars from Ireland,
Wet out of the sea, and luminously wet,
Like beautiful and abandonded refugees.
The country is laid out in a haphazard, sloppy fashion, offensive to the tidy, organized mind.
The Bedlam that greeted James Tilly Matthews, then, was not so much a baroque spectacle of depravity as an exhausted and run-down public institution, its building falling apart and its professional image tarnished.
Ultimately, I'm a mess. I don't mean I'm a mess, like, emotionally - I mean, I think probably everybody's a mess. David's a mess. But. I'm talking about ... I'm messy.
Shams, my body is a candle touched with fire.
A team without hope fizzles: no flameout, no fire.
Gashed with honourable scars,Low in Glory's lap they lie;Though they fell, they fell like stars,Streaming splendour through the sky.
Living is messy.
Messy" is a word we use to explain a conflict with an expectation we had. Eliminate the expectation, and you eliminate the "messy".
Word For The Day KERFUFFLE (kuhr FUF uhl) n. Disorder; uproar; confusion
Our only objective at the start of the season was to stay in this league and we should do that. If we don't it'll be the Devon Loch of all Devon Lochs.
The lovers of beauty must unite in a league, and carry out some great propagandist work through the country. They must demand the extermination of the bulldog and the dismantling of the cheap villa, both of which are responsible for a deal of our contentment amid ugliness.
The superhighway of celebrity and showmanship is filled with debris.
Parking lots and chaos.
Like chaos in a glass cage.
My definition of utter waste is a coachload of lawyers going over a cliff, with three empty seats.
To put it mildly, the world is a mess
What was scattered, gathers.
What was gathered, blows away
Wretched set of incompetent noodles.
Losing is no disgrace if you've given your best.
Manchester City are defending like beavers
A house divided cannot stand.
My life is in shambles. It is crazy. It couldn't get any crazier. I'm just trying to stay sane.
A wretched disheartening result. And a little mouse shall lead them.
We were wavering around like a ship without a sail.
What fools American can be for England
Neat little rectangular arrangements of suffering. His
Squabbling in public will eventually ruin football; there's no doubt it's hurting us already. Polls taken by Louis Harris - polls as valid as any political polls - indicate that very clearly.
For a time, all was still: for the yards there, like the grounds, are desperately bleak, all dirt and gravel - there is not so much as a blade of grass to be shivered by the breezes, or a worm or a beetle for a bird to swoop for.
From the start to the end it was ugly and a painful game to watch.
Home I would go But that my doors are hateful to my eyes, Fill'd and damm'd up with gaping creditors, Watchful as fowlers when their game will spring.
Man is a deterministic device thrown into a probabilistic universe. In this match, surprises are expected.
The truth
a hideous spectacle!
What a beautiful disaster.
Gareth Jellyman has just been dismissed, I think he's thrown a
wobbler
The Lord of Rags and Tatters.
Through those drooping branches the city sprawled out haphazardly like a drunk on a sidewalk, fallen where he may.
A time of disarray is also a moment of opportunity.
Under it all was quagmire.
The most beautiful sight in football is too watch Manchester United chase a game.
I felt like a collection of complaints and malfunctions.
Busy days galore ... thoughts in a kaleidoscope of dervish dances.
shorn their heads
For months we have been making triumphant retreats before a demoralized enemy who is advancing in utter disorder.
Life is just a plain bloody mess, that's all. And people are fools.
A silly row which got out of hand.
Rose out of Chaos:
Look round, the wrecks of play behold; Estates dismember'd, mortgaged, sold! Their owners now to jails confin'd, Show equal poverty of mind.
Like a button on a shirt buttoned wrong, every attempt to correct things led to yet another fine
not to say elegant
mess.
Nothing but a speck we seem In the waste of waters round, Floating, floating like a dream, Outward bound.
The mix in our rooms is so touching: the clutter and the cracks in the wall belie a bleakness or brokenness in our lives; while photos and a few rare objects show our pride, our rare shining moments ... these rooms are future ruins
She's a mess of gorgeous chaos.
I bring to my life a certain amount of mess.
Life was a damned muddle ... a football game with every one off-side and the referee gotten rid of - every one claiming the referee would have been on his side ...
Like foxes to a dustbin,