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All creative effort - including the making of an omelet - is preceded by destruction.
Whacked away under the desk like hail on a barn roof.
And books -- she swallows like dumplings.
Jesus's bloody tears.
the remnants of wars
I'd dismembered it in my memories. I'd disremembered it.
To waste one's breath; to pump into a sieve.
With destruction comes renovation.
We wail, batten, sport, clip, clasp, sunder, dwindle, die:
My heart is shattered, an all that's left are jagged shards.
What was scattered, gathers.
What was gathered, blows away
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, yadda yadda yadda.
Slice and Dice, Slice and Dice
Just shattered structures rising up like rotten teeth from a diseased jaw.
I will devour you.
Crimes, sins, nightmares, hunks of hair: it was surprising how many of them has something to dispose of. The more I charged, the easier it was for them to breathe freely once more.
We murder to dissect.
Time elaborately thrown away.
We've taken the world apart but we have no idea what to do with the pieces.
I hate to spread rumours, but what else can one do with them?
Wonderful. Last night's dinner, the charred remains of my dignity, and apparently, now, my undergarments, too. What else did I leave on Josh Bennett's bathroom floor?
The books, raped and rummaged of their dignity, lay in heaps on the floor.
Whatever is produced in haste goes hastily to waste.
Break me down to nothing, so I can be rebuilt as your everything.
Come in peace or leave in pieces
My legs, arms, torso, underarms, and parts of my eyebrows have been stripped of the stuff, leaving me like a plucked bird, ready for roasting.
his head to be cut off
We must scrunch or be scrunched.
If a tree falls in the forest and kills your ex-wife, what do you do with the lumber?
Rotting together for eternity, one flesh at the last after a lifetime's mutual loathing.
Rip yourself open. Sew yourself shut.
I wish I was a shredder that could play everything, but I don't have the patience.
Disintegration---I'm taking it in stride.
First they burn the books, and then the bodies follow
bullies the light out of the room.
Brains. Hearts. Lungs. Eyes. All pickled in some kind of home-brewed formaldehyde,
What nourishes me, destroys me
Wound me ... I can only feed on my humiliated blood.
What can a man read in a library of cannibals?
Bloody books bound by bones in tissues' paper.
A wanton waste of projectiles.
Eat the meat, and spit out the bones.
What I love, I destroy, Lews Therin laughed. What I destroy, I love.
Does that body require disposal, sir?
Nothing can be more shocking and horrid than one of our kitchens sprinkled with blood, and abounding with the cries of expiring victims or with the limbs of dead animals scattered or hung up here and there.
Sabine used to maintain that preparation for a dance is comparable to what goes on in the back room of a butcher's shop: the meat for consumption is sliced and dressed and put in nice little paper packages, ready for the kitchen.
This is a book of raw flesh.
Hit me with spit on the wounds.
A very scurvy fellow.
It sheared off heads so many, that it, and the ground it most polluted, were a rotten red. It was taken to pieces, like a toy-puzzle for a young Devil, and was put together again when the occasion wanted it.
Like a book completely intact but missing one word every dozen, making it a miserable and confusing read.
Burn me to ground, tear me in pieces, cut me in parts, but love me.
Secrets tear you apart.
Man is physically as well as metaphysically a thing of shreds and patches, borrowed unequally from good and bad ancestors, and a misfit from the start.
On the shelves along the wall my stacks. Jumbled and worn. Pagers curled and stained. Spines creased and cracked.
What do you do with everything that is cut away? she asked Tilman, thinking now about the negative space of stone sculpture, the stone that is discarded, thinking too about how she had thrown away huge pieces of her own early life ...
I throw away stacks of newspaper and catalogs, bills that probably went unpaid for years, plastic bags of hangers and wires, and the hockey stick.
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.
Pain was a torn piece of paper.
Off with their heads!
Villains!' I shrieked. 'Dissemble no more! I admit the deed! Tear up the planks! Here, here! It is the beating of his hideous heart!
The dead to the grave, the living to the loaf.
I shall draw forth thy bones one by one ere I send thee to the devil. So that for all time thy shapeless body shall serve a a carpet for all the minions of Hell.
Rubbish!" screamed a fat, elderly woman, in Richard's ear, as he passed her malodorous stall. "Junk!" She continued. "Garbage! Trash! Offal! Debris! Come and get it! Nothing whole or undamaged! Crap, tripe, and useless piles of shit. You know you want it.
Men, crumpled like bed-sheets in hospitals,
And women, battered like overused proverbs.
Bloody, broken bits of flesh make up what I think is a face, but it's hard to tell. It looks like someone carved it up with a cleaver.
Crap on a stick.
What I love I destroy. What I destroy, I love.
Lives gone, traces left.
We're going to tear those boys apart.
Oh, man, you fuckin' trashed the fucker," Azar said. " You scrambled his sorry self, look at that, you did, you laid him out like Shredded fuckin' Wheat"
"Go away," Kiowa said.
"I'm just saying the truth. Like oatmeal.
I may tear you apart but I'll put you back together.
Cadavers' intestines hanging like a parade streamers off the sides of tables, skulls bobbing in boiling pots, organs strewn on the floor being eaten by dogs ...
What have you to do with hearts, except for dissection?
Like some scurrilous king stripped of his vestiture and driven together with his fool into the wilderness to die.
Disintegrated.
Like something had gone wrong beaming her onto the Starship Enterprise.
If you've ever wondered what that feels like, it's a lot like melting but more violent
Thus my task was destruction.
Like piles of dry wood with red-hot coals underneath.
With these shreds They vented their complainings, which being answered And a petition granted them, a strange one, To break the heart of generosity, And make bold power look pale, they threw their caps As they would hang them on the horns o' th' moon, Shouting their emulation.
Two broken pieces making a whole.
She thinks of all that will have to be done to dismantle a life.
. . . my bones they'll burn or bury. It'll be my death.
Cut the attacker down, to cut them down to their very soul
we're reduced to our bones, to two teenagers grumbling in a cage. I
The box opens and the razors slide out, whisper sweet.
Used to be that my whole body was my canvas-hot cuts licking my ribs, ladder rungs climbing my arms, thick milkweed stalks shooting up my thighs.
A piece of bad news wrapped in a protein coat.
I leave shreds of my soul on every experience.
You... you destroy me.
All too soon this body
Will lie on the ground,
Cast aside, deprived of consciousness,
Like a useless scrap of wood.
Take down the walls
That flesh is but the glasse, which holds the dust That measures all our time; which also shall Be crumbled into dust.
a bag of wet farts. But
Fragile things become undone at a frightening speed.
I'm pulverized by this latest thing!
eaten for lunch.
I was falling apart, and all my pieces were scattering to the wind.
My hailstorm tore them limb from limb.
our bags, and through the family
Destroy me, Jonathan.
Abandoned like an empty beer bottle, cigarette butt, worn-out shoe.
The manuscript in the drawer either rots or ripens.