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Smeagol won't grub for roots and carrotses and - taters. What's taters,precious, eh, what's taters?"
"Po-ta-toes!" said Sam.
Streams of melting snow.
I won't ridicule you." He walked up to the window. "Want a Coke?'
"Cherry slurpe."
He rolled his eyes. "And you make fun of me."
"See? Ridicule because I want a slurpy."
"Vivi, you're thrity-one years old."
"Right. So make it a vodka slurpy and meet me at that table.
Gluppit the prawling strangles, there!
Wallowing in this bloody sty,
I cast for fish that pleased my eye
It is good here: rustle and snow-crunch ...
Ski tracks on the splendid finery
of the snow; a memory
that long ages ago
we passed here together.
[A]ngling or float fishing I can only compare to a stick and a string, with a worm at one end and a fool at the other.
On a soft snow, even a sparrow leaves a trace; the important thing is to leave a trace on a steel plate!
It [angling] deserves commendations; ... it is an art worthy the knowledge and practice of a wise man.
Being my lady on my arm and my slut between the sheets
Let's stop by the shades of a tavern--
Selling raspberry handshakes,
Let's recline by the shimmer of a lantern-
Trampling the silence of snowflakes;
Fhat thouding do're.
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I like hoofing you about.
Lizzing is a combination of laughing and whizzing.
S called a lute," said Caleb, through a mouthful of walrus.
"Whut?"
"IT'S CALLED A LUTE, HAMISH!"
"Aye, I used to loot!
Just as a dancer, turning and turning, may fill the dusty light with the soft swirl of her flying skirts, our weeping willow
now old and broken , creaking in the breeze
turns slowly, slowly in the winter sun, sweeping the rusty roof of the barn with the pale blue lacework of her shadow.
Hey, Wormkit!" Shrewkit called down. "Why don't you tunnel underneath? You're not supposed to be a moor runner like us!
Are you any good at it?"
"Pulling idiots out of the snow? I'm the best.
locking the little scamp in the basement.
- Bucky dear, his wife warned, you're slurring your words. - Slurring is the cursive of speech, I observed.
Dost thou
Not feel them slip,
How cold! how cold! the moon's
Thin wavering finger-tips, along
Thy throat?
Cross my wooden leg, swear on my glass eye.
Tightly held by rocks
Through winter, the ice today
Begins to come undone:
A way-seeker also is the water,
Melting, murmuring from the moss.
Slutiness is a very underrated quality in a girl.
Shore of the lake, at the distance of rather more than a league
All of us have schnozzles ... if not in our faces, then in our character, minds or habits. When we admit our schnozzles, instead of defending them, we begin to laugh, and the world laughs with us.
poleaxed with exuberance. Keeping to dirt roads,
On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;The wind it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
If slander be a snake, it is a winged one - it flies as well as creeps.
SAUNTERING, which word is beautifully derived "from idle people who roved about the country, in the Middle Ages, and asked charity, under pretense of going a la Sainte Terre," to the Holy Land, till the children exclaimed, "There goes a Sainte-Terrer," a Saunterer, a Holy-Lander.
Uh ... why does your partner keep saying 'ing.' Mr Pin?"
...
"Speech impediment.' said Pin.
Mark, how the ready hands of Death prepare: His bow is bent, and he hath notch'd his dart; He aims, he levels at thy slumb'ring heart: The wound is posting, O be wise, beware.
approaching Kyle. The Tangs
People always go on about sleaze, but I think it's only a small part of what I write about.
Runningkit and Mousekit, three moons older, were teasing them by flicking lumps of snow at them and then looking innocent when the kits skidded to a halt to complain.
Zugzwang. It's when you have no good moves. But you still have to move.
Swedes up in Dakota - know what they do sometimes? Put pepper on the floor. Gits up the ladies' skirts an' makes 'em purty lively - lively as a filly in season. Swedes do that sometimes." In
Feathered with hoarfrost, skeletal trees loom closer; fog shrouded arches.
Strugglin' and striving, that's how the dough come.
If you should ever be blessed to be far enough from the cacophony of civilization when a heavy snow falls, you can even hear the very music of the iced dew's delicate descent. It is the repainting of a landscape in a thousand hues of white. It is the dance of the wind.
When the sun shines o'er the loch and sparkles on the water like diamond drops, ye know one thing:
somewhere there's a MacLean who is smilin'.
To scuttle a boat you don't have to rip out the whole bottom, you just need to remove a few planks, one by one.
Sometimes you must leave everything and refresh yourself in the silence of a misty lake! Every such refreshment will give you an opportunity to make a long jump on the way to your target!
You make such a noise falling! You scatter all my winter dreams
Plod diligently. Plodding generally goes in the same direction, while pottering doesn't.
Crap on a stick.
In advance of the dogs, on wide snowshoes, toiled a man. At the rear of the sled toiled a second man. On the sled, in the box, lay a third man whose toil was over - a man whom the Wild had conquered and beaten down until he would never move nor struggle again.
Ducking around twisted trees whose fingers are branches spread like cracked ceilings under gray sky.
If poles were so important we'd call it Poling instead of Skiing
A slut is a person of any gender who has the courage to lead life according to the radical proposition that sex is nice and pleasure is good for you. - The Ethical Slut
O that I were a mockery king of snow
Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke
To melt myself away in water drops!
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.
I with borrow'd silver shine,
What you see is none of mine.
First I show you but a quarter,
Like the bow that guards the Tartar:
Then the half, and then the whole,
Ever dancing round the pole.
BLARGLE SLORG NOTH HARGHLE FTHAGN! You know. The usual.
I walk on the surface of a shifting bog. I have to grab for whatever I can find that is solid.
Klunk's another word for poo. Poo makes a klunk sound when it falls in our pee pots.
The world is full of sluts on skates. From Penn-warren's "All the Kings Men.
Here's lumbos. Where misties swaddlum, where misches lodge none, where mystries pour kind on, O sleepy! So be yet!
The River Swish
Deftly maneuvered through
the dark green abyss ~
The wooden raft seemed
in tune with this ~
Canorous rush of the
river swish....
It is to be observed that 'angling' is the name given to fishing by people who can't fish.
Hawk and I lay behind the rock
Ropes of silver gliding from sunny thunder into freshness.
Alright Shamblers Let's Get Shamblin'.
Ever the charmer, eh, Braden? (Sin)
Hold your tongue, Sin. (Braden)
I would, but with my luck, one of your giant Scottish bugs would land on it. Besides, it makes my hand wet and pruney when I do that. (Sin)
Slovenliness is a lazy and beastly negligence of a man's own person, whereby he becomes so sordid as to be offensive to those about him.
Did you ever hear of a place called Sphoe?
To push behind the dog sled and run in front of the dog sled. That was always an interesting job.
the Dew-Drop Inn & Fishing Camp;
The Dew-Drop Inn & Fishing Camp;
Sharley felt his strength ebbing away, and his weak leg throbbed painfully, but then a tingling sensation thrilled through his frame and the fighting blood of the Lindenshield clan began to roar through his veins. He drew breath and out crashed the war cry of the icemark ...
The ice tinkles prettily: There's no more inviting sound to her, it's sophistication, like a British accent or that call-and-response of high-heeled shoes on tile.
Sunday night meant, in the dark, wintry, rainy Midlands ... anywhere where two creatures might stand and squeeze together and spoon ... Spooning was a fine art, whereas kissing and cuddling are calf-processes.
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
Tricking is a evolution of innovative movement & self Expression.
I 'uz mos' to de foot er de islan' b'fo' I found' a good place. I went into de woods en jedged I wouldn' fool wid raffs no mo', long as dey move de lantern roun' so. I had my pipe en a plug er dog-leg, en some matches in my cap, en dey warn't wet, so I 'uz all right.
Rising up starkly over the snowy plain, and that the plebs were flocking out
Lev was a clink in my armor, a crack in my wall,
Creep, clobber, squawk. Repeat.
Fingers of wind combed the lake into ridges - icy palm prints glistened wherever it rested
Did you ever go to a place ... I think it was called Norway?" "No," said Arthur, "no, I didn't." "Pity," said Slartibartfast, "that was one of mine. Won an award, you know. Lovely crinkly edges. I was most upset to hear of its destruction.
way it sounded, scraping and scuffling
His father, that austere, unfeeling and untutored man, had insisted his sons polish their boots every evening. Flett has learned to be grateful for this early discipline. It kept him breathing as a boy, provided a pulse, gave order to vast incomprehension. Later he found other ways.
Tongues paired in the forest.
He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ringed with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Whats the name you Poms have for that thing where you jump up and down and hit each other with sticks?"
"Sex?"
"Gardening?"
He snapped his fingers. "Morris dancing.
Susan told me on the way out," Hawk said, "how you been spreading your charm around town and now they ready to lynch your ass."
"Charm can only carry you so far," I said.
One has to tiptoe lightly and steal up to one's quarry; you don't swish the water when you are fishing.
Men and women are hard ore, we do not go to slag in a mere few seasons of forge.
Swish and flick.
It was autumn and falling stars
Covered the shrivelled forms
Crouched in the moonlight.
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howling alternately
You are a slut, you're my slut.
Sohlberg looked as if he had just swallowed a spoonful of lutefisk.
Snowlight, moonlight, a confusion of paw-prints.
On turf and curb and bower-roof
The snow-storm spreads its ivory woof;
It paves with pearl the garden-walk;
And lovingly around the tatter'd stalk
And snivering stem its magic weaves
A mantle fair as lily-leaves.
Sleet was falling through a motionless blanket of smog. It was early morning. I was riding in the Lincoln sedan of Dr. Asa Breed. I was vaguely ill, still a little drunk from the night before. Dr. Breed was driving. Tracks of a long-abandoned trolley system kept catching the wheels of his car.
I do not do schtick. What I do are organized routines and connected schtick - schtick upon schtick upon schtick until we have a piece of carpentry
People stagger, but they pick up a tattered thread and wind it back onto a spool.