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It rolled over you like old oil from a fryer.
Well, it's no good crying over spilled potion, I suppose . . . but the cat's among the pixies now . . .
And Ama Clutch was gone, and the overly subordinate pillowcase took a small spill of human juice from the edge of her slackened mouth.
Excrement happens.
It was about three feet wide and stippled
I don't give a shit how it happened, the window is broken ... Wait, why is there syrup everywhere? Okay, you know what? Now I give a shit how it happened, Let's hear it.
So the coffee came and I tasted it - a hot, foul, acidic, dual-carbon compound liquid - and I spat it out all over her. A major breach of human etiquette: apparently, I was meant to swallow
There was non-mistake, not-nothing blood everywhere.
Who spit in your porridge?
Even more blood welled up and spilled down his arm, splattering onto the ground.
"Camille's carpet," Magnus protested.
"It's blood," said Will. "She ought to be thrilled.
He's lost his colour very far from here,
Poured it down shell-holes till the veins ran dry
Her pussy just fell on your dick?
Let us cry for the spilt milk, by all means, if by doing so we learn how to avoid spilling any more. Let us cry for the spilt milk, and remember how, and where, and why, we spilt it. Much wisdom is learnt through tears, but none by forgetting our lessons.
Whoa, who peed in your Cheerios?
There is, however, a similarity between juggling and composing on the typewriter. The trick is, when you spill something, make it look like part of the act.
like a drop of ink in a glass of milk
The cup is half full, sunshine and flowers and I try to act like I agree, but really I'm pissed someone dumped out half of my drink.
There is no sense in crying over spilt milk. Why bewail what is done and cannot be recalled?
Either my water just broke or I wet myself.
It's no use crying over spilt milk, because all of the forces of the universe were bent on spilling it.
I messed my pants, he said.
A jug fill drop by drop.
it was sucking fall to the ground, and it
Make a mess. Clean it up.
Whacked away under the desk like hail on a barn roof.
I'm leaking brain lubricant.
there was many a slip twixt cup and lip.
occasional puke puddle.
Now fix the drink and then tell me what happened.
If you sprinkle when you tinkle please be neat and wipe the seat.
I spill my bright incalculable soul
When my guy finished his beer, he crushed it in his hand and threw it on the floor.
Do not cry over spilt milk; go and milk another cow.
Squeezed back. Or, more likely, someone
It to the bottom. It clattered and rattled all the way down,
How come when you wipe up dust it's called dusting but when you wipe up a spill it's not called spilling? There's something to think about.
Outside, the world whistled. The rain was stained.
Big F took out a small box, unwrapped
Shall we stop this bleeding?
The saga of semen stained sheets continues.
you curdled clot of whores piss
So who spilled the paint?" Dan asked again.
"I did," Shannon and Chase both said at the same time.
Despite all that had been spilled, was the cup still half full? Or did a crumb of Wellbutrin just lodge free from between his brain's teeth, offering a morsel of undigested happiness? The cup was half full enough. Despite
I was at a bar nursing a beer. My nipple was getting quite soggy.
And the renewed shock had nearly made him spill his drink. He drained it quickly before anything serious happened to it. He then had another quick one to follow the first one down and check that it was all right.
A tear-drop of green.
LILY FELL OUT OF THE SKY.
dark, wet sides of the well dropped maybe
The last time I checked, I wasn't the one who tripped over a glass container of sugar that I had myself dropped ... after, of course, having received several bruises from an attempt to retrieve a flip-flop that had somehow ended up in the sink.
The tears had turned to ink ...
You keep your wine in a paper bag, you shouldn't be too upset when it leaks.
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?
Then he threw the bottle through the doorway of the kitchen. It flew into the living room and smashed against the wall.
I'll pour you the first one and after that, if you don't have one, it's your own f****** fault. You know where it is.
Grease-smeared dogtop as his head dropped between
Black seeds spill like clusters of eyes, wet and crying.
again. But this time, her anus was exposed, and
For the briefest instant, his brain was the only thing that reacted. Mistake, thought his brain. Then the mouthful of water, mixed with what remained of the almond toffee crunch, fire hosed out of his mouth, arced across the table and hit Mary Turlington just above her bosom.
It flopped into my leg, leaving a vile, dark smear of disgusting on my jeans. Brilliant.
Cushions had been sliced apart and were bleeding stuffing onto the floor.
Sometimes there are accidents in our lives the skillful extrication from which demands a little folly.
It came out sparkling like liquid sky.
Tears. They're like seeds in a watermelon. Good for spitting out.
I was so humiliated, hurt, spurned, offended, angry, sorry
I cannot hit upon the right name for the smart
God knows what its name was
that tears started to my eyes.
Well, I don't care! he exploded.No one messes with the woman I love and gets away with it. I have to avenge you somehow.
Get up, and wipe your lip, Camille. It seems you are bleeding.
The black went down like a felled tree, gushing blood,
I tossed it on a pile with the coat, my stiff-with-cold jeans and the expensive scrap of silk that had been wedged up my ass for the past half hour.
Take sips of this pure wine being poured. Don't mind that you've been given a dirty cup.
Carnage stained the skies.
then simply held it while shame washed
Maybe. I don't know. It was an accident.
After washing there was no place to pour the water except out of the window onto the heads of the people in the streets, which is the proper place to throw everything that is not wanted.
open, hinges broken, wood shards raining all around
Every drop makes a ripple...
She dropped her glass and wiped the spill with her sleeve.
'Oh, god, use a napkin,' he said. 'People are going to think you were raised by wolves.' He snorted at his own joke.
That muddy black sneaker wasn't supposed to drop.
One can only pour out of a jug that which is in it.
It's no use crying over spilt milk'
*It means that what has happened is over and can not be changed, so clean up the mess and get on with life*
What's done, is done.
You have kept count of my tossings; [3] a put my tears in your bottle. b Are they not in your book?
dried blood on Quicksilver's hands,
showed where the ancient pewter teapot had leaked. At the other end was a scattering of crumbs left by the
Losing one pint of blood's an accident. Losing two is carelessness.
The blood of too many, dissolving the very stain.
Diaper that leaks onto the floorboard of my car while I'm stuck in
He slipped on the floor and this time his
And it rained a screaming. And it rained a rawness. And it rained a plasma. And it rained a disorder.
Never cry over spilt milk, because it may have been poisoned.
turned it over. "Your
It had soaked in on him at last, the spot he was in. Soaked clear through a quart of booze until it hit him where he lived and rubbed the place raw.
..i spill into
the kind of silence
only Khalil Gibran would understand.
bleeding heavily, her eyes flat with
Well, it looks as if the top part fell on the bottom part.
The sh*t's gonna splatter, start buggin, yo ...
Mencheres to Cat
Julia poured tea gracefully, but it all ran over into the saucers.
Dropped a peanut in my belly button, do I eat it or ...
looks as if I have an open umbrella concealed under my skirt. How did that happen?
he plucked out his eye and threw it into the well, then drank from its waters. He
The tears formed and I fought not to blink, knowing if one tiny wet drop escaped, the battle would be over.
I lost.
I just peed and forgot to take off my underwear.