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A bit lazy, perhaps. But crafty
People are more than silly," the spinner's voice is suddenly dark, "they're cruel.
Stiff. That's why you're strong, get it? - Tobias Eaton
i salute your spunk, but question your sanity.
Everything tries to be round.
I happen to be of an almost extinct breed, an old-fashioned gentleman
which means I can be a real revolving son of a bitch when it suits me.
I feel like a spinning top or a DreidelThe spinning don't stop when you leave the cradleYou just slow downRound and around this world you goSpinning through the lives of the people you knowWe all slow down.
Wiggle like a stick, wobble like a duck, that's what you do when you do the Hucklebuck.
I don't carry off 'quirky.'
Now You Leave Me No Option But TO Die A Spinter! ~ Rebecca
When you are stuck in a spiral, to change the aspects of the spin you only need to change one thing.
The spinners were watching me, waiting, needles poised, and unless I did their bidding then my fate would be failure.
skinny as horsehair in a glass of milk
She can throw a whirling dervish out of whirl.
You, Aaron, are a revolving SOB.
Doesn't she mean revolting? Harlan leaned in to whisper.
Afraid not, Travis said. You'll see.
You're a son-of-a-bitch no matter which way you turn.
If your born square you don't die round!
I'm so well-rounded I'm almost spherical.
Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
Languidly, like an actor repeating a stale part. Anna
And the muscles of his scrawny arms Are strong as rubber bands.
He's quite extraordinary with his moves and spins. I think he was a baton girl in a past life [on his co-star Hayden Christensen].
You're looking, sir, at a very dull survivor of a very gaudy life. Crippled, paralyzed in both legs. Very little I can eat, and my sleep is so near waking that it's hardly worth the name. I seem to exist largely on heat, like a newborn spider.
It [ballet] projects a fragile kind of strength and a certain inflexible precision.
why doesn't the universe spin?
Noodly: the act of being noodle-like, as in, Vivia drinks one Red Beach and she feels noodly.
I hang by a thread, but it is (if I may so speak) of Christ's spinning
He moves like a dancer.
Her silent course advance With inoffensive pace, that spinning sleeps On her soft axle.
She was slender, and wonderfully graceful. Except that her movements were languid - very languid - indeed, there was nothing in her appearance to indicate an invalid.
Precarious, life is. A flying leap. A sweep of hand. A star flung across the night. A lucky catch in this whirling juggling circus act.
From Steam Drills, Treadmills, and Shooting Stars
His feet where retarded.
Slicker than snot on a door handle.
I'm a floating TURNIP HEAD
I spin on the circle of wave upon wave of the sea.
I am wicked in many ways.
I'm in shape...Round's a shape.
Old fat spider spinning in a tree! Old fat spider can't see me! Attercop! Attercop! Won't
The most able seems clumsy.
You keep picking me up and carting me around," she muttered. "You know, when I'm not injured or drunk on my ass, I do have two perfectly functional feet."
"You are just so magnificently portable," he told her.
twisted her words into
My mind spun like the flywheel on an antique John Deere, merry-go-round during second-grade recess, hard spun roulette wheel.
Nothing but a speck we seem In the waste of waters round, Floating, floating like a dream, Outward bound.
There he lay spooked, a spinning wheel in a celestial bowling alley.
Skinny as a fence post.
To conserve energy, her little planet stopped spinning.
You are my centre when I spin away.
Swish and flick.
Sweet, voluptuous & sexy
But I'm hellacious as they get
Don't test me!
My equilibrium is off
I want balance
I want my love rocked back
To its origin
As deformed as a grotesque potato,
If we are true servants of the masses, we would take pride in spinning for their sake.
discombobulated around
My family called me a wiggle tail because I was a little skinny, wiry kid full of energy.
Sometimes the wheel turns slowly, but it turns.
It's t'ai chi every time. I'm using your positive energy, and I'm blowing off it. See, most guys can't push, they got to lean. When they lean, I spin.
I hold the ratchet unorthodox. Pernell Whittaker, I'm duckin' all sorts of shots
I was, er, twirling," I said. His lips twitched. "I cannot imagine it. You must demonstrate for me." I glared at him. "I certainly will not. It was not meant for an audience. It was just something I did because ... " I waved my hand around, at a complete loss for words.
The pair of legs that carried him were rickety, and there was a bias in his gait which inclined him somewhat to the left of a straight line.
Zigzag... don't bunch up. Weave like a drunk on New Year's... Got it?
The wheel weaves as the wheel wills
His world was wobbly but back on the axis.
Is that thing actually going round? I can't tell
like a disaffected swan -
Denis Law could dance on eggshells.
Just knowing that the world is round
Here I'm dancing on the ground
Am I right side up or upside down?
Is this real or am I dreaming?
When you're stuck in a spiral, to change all aspects of the spin you need only to change one thing.
He has hands like two white spiders.
In the words of Meredith Grey, you're dark and twisty, okay?
abysmally beshitted.
Vortexy.
"Is that even a word?" I ask myself
"You're talking to yourself, so who the hell cares?" I reply
As if grabbed by strong arms that were not there, he felt himself being lifted. Raising skyward and spinning, he fought to regain orientation. The winds were holding him and carrying him higher. Spinning him sickeningly, senses askew, his focus was being lost.
When there's someone who's dead and then someone does something that that person would not have liked, they say that that person is spinning in their grave. But I don't understand why they say that. Why is spinning the way that a corpse shows disapproval?
and thin, with the slight stoop
Life is squinchy.
At night, neurotics may toil not, but oh how they spin!
lurches forward like a charging rhino,
She found Nicholas busily engaged in making a penny spin on the dresser, for the amusement of three little children, who were clinging to him in a fearless manner. He, as well as they, was smiling at a good long spin;
I wonder, Flask, whether the world is anchored anywhere; if she is, she swings with an uncommon long cable, though.
One hour spent in spinning should be an hour of self-development for the spinner.
A tight hard little woman humorless as a chicken.
The gist of the Twist is chiefly in the hips
The wheel is come full circle.
Swinging on delicate hinges the autumn leaf almost off the stem.
a furtive groove
like a demonic bat out of Hell.
I'm in shape. Round is a shape.
My dreams and I spin tighter
the longer we practice our intricate steps
My head is turned by every eye
Four legs gooood, two legs baaad!
I'm a little bit drifty. I'm a little bit all over the place.
Even after I had pounded his ugly head flat, his body kept on coiling and winding, doubling and falling back on itself.
Well I've never used that phrase before, but yes she is bootylicious.
I swung my head around and
It's hard to keep your balance standing tip-toe.
"What's miraculous about a spider's web?" said Mrs. Arable. "I don't see why you say a web is a miracle
it's just a web."
"Ever try to spin one?" asked Mr. Dorian.
Kate had the shape of a pixie, all noodle arms and legs; and when she bent to the ground and kicked up her feet, it looked as delicate as a spider walking a wall. Me, I sort of defied gravity with a thud.
Oh," I said. I felt like I'd just swallowed a boot: sick and lumpy. "Are you okay?" the blond kid asked me. "You look like you just swallowed a boot.
If you're born round, you don't come out square
She is a woman of muscle twisted around bone.
He's not a lad that likes to stand on his feet.
You twirl a mean pizza, Honey...