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Bugrit! Millennium Hand and Shrimp
Pilar-remember-nothing is so boring as devotion.
Lestat: Toughen up baby. I'm looking for the eternal scum.
A rose, with the motto Dum spiro spero, which actually I rather like - while I breathe I shall hope.
Well, what does Dr. Spock know? Come here, little beauty; give Daddy a kiss for being so precocious." He lifted the soft little body, encased in its snug pink sleep-suit, and kissed her button of a nose. Brianna sneezed, and we both laughed.
Slattern's robe. Her feet were red at the knuckles
Splendiferous. That's your word. It's yellow with six legs and it's crawling up your arm.
Hi Haley. look, I found all these free swords. They were in my spleen.
Gram for gram, spirulina could be the most nutritious and well-rounded food on the planet, which stores almost indefinitely.
Stutter, stutter!
A slice of spumoni wouldn't have melted on her now.
GOODY. MY SPLEEN IS COLLAPSING. HURRY UP.
Scatter as a prayer
escaping my lips...
as orchids
blooming in clouds.
I named you, Spook. You were named my friend.
Isn't that enough?"
... "No
Remember you must live.
remember you most love.
remainder you mist leaf.
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'.
Lovely Arra Sails,
nectar to all males,
how I'd like to spear you like a whaler spears a whale!
Finish that sentence and i will stab you in the eye with the spork Bethany's about to pull out of her bag for her apple sauce. And she'd be very upset if i got her sprk all messed up. she's rather fond of the thing. - Dawson
Neal fished around in a bag, removed something and handed it to me. It was a forky thing, but with a round depression. "What the fuck is this?" "It's a spork.
Spirit of spirits!
What kind of parents willingly name their kid Spud? They should be arrested for douchebaggery.
Sandstorm's sweet scent all around him.
I jammed my hand in my jacket pocket, bracing myself fo the next hit, and fel something. Something grainy and samll, sticking to the tips of my fingers: the sand from Commons Park.
Oh Cass, I thought. I miss you so, so much.
Potter, you can skin Malfoy's shrivelfig...
When Mary is confused or perplexed, she spurts anger the way an octopus spurts ink, and hides in the dark cloud of it.
Misty is mystic and mystic is misty!
Agony's Plot
A zephyr skimmed
across my creamy skin
gently kissing
where the sun had been ...
Mistletoe," said Luna dreamily, pointing at a large clump of white berries placed almost over Harry's head. He jumped out from under it.
"Good thinking," said Luna seriously. "It's often infested with nargles.
San: You all right?
Virt: I think i crapped myself a little
Sam: Just a little? you've got nerves of steel.
Clever name by the way Basil Pearl, spicy and cultured, sweet jewels with a twist of savory."
~ Ron Shaw, The Ron Shaw Show
Heart of my heart, bone of my bone, spirit of my spirt, we cannot be held.
spoon, jar, jar jar spoon
Samskrit is the unsurpassed zenith in the whole development of languages yet known to us.
A perspicacious lad, Mr. McLean. A perspicacious swine, indeed.
You was always too busy pullen' little girls' pigtails when I give you the Holy Sperit.
Mirnin: Where's Shreve?
Painted mafritty fritters frittering fitty fitty scented candelabra abra cadaver. Candle blah blah.
What about Wee Squirl? --Rose MacDonell
Snub end of a dismal year,
deep in the dwarf orchard,
The sky with its undercoat of blackwash and point stars,
I stand in the dark and answer to
My life, this shirt I want to take off,
which is on fire ...
So I went instead and tasted Taki's new white wine. Spiridion! what a wine ... like the blood of a dragon and smooth as a fish ...
sinookas, the tendrils of my life,
Suzy Zeus is tense as stemware,
not explosive, just on edge -
needs a ten-foot wall around her,
or at least a ten-foot hedge,
Suzy's straining, teeth to toenails,
easing backward on the ledge.
You're right, a spleen is a strange thing-we technically don't need one, but maybe spleens are kept in our bodies in case we mutate or evolve, and if we grow wings or tentacles we need to have the spleen in place in order for them to work.
Schist," said an angry voice from the grass. Hazel raised her eyebrows. "Excuse me?" "Schist! Big pile of schist!
Was still a fine, persistent drizzle. There was a word in Scots for it - smirr.
Icecloud, and Hazeltail. Leafpool twitched
Who's Magnus?" Max inquired
"He's a warlock," said Alec
"A sexy, sexy warlock," Isabelle told Max.
"But warlocks are bad," protested Max
"Exactly".
You can't spell squirrel without si, and that's me.
BEAUTY...has its own language..
The 'expression' of a Spontaneous Fully Functioning Self..
If 'Spontaenity' is missing, start questioning the 'reality' of it..!
From the sprinkled isles, Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea.
birch twigs, and a willow binding. The ash is protective, the birch is purifying, and the willow is sacred to the Goddesss. Of
Oh my god, I am so awesome!" Leo bellowed.
"So awesome!" Echo yelled back.
"He is funny," a nymph ventured.
"And cute, in a scrawny way," another said.
"Scrawny?" Leo asked. "Baby I invented scrawny. Scrawny is the new sizzling hot.
Your petal from the salty rose
action. - Soft you
Brokentail, I give you a life for compassion. Use it to shelter the weakest in your Clan, the kits and elders and the sick. Use it to show mercy to your enemies and to choose the path your paw steps will follow.
I'm still not certain on the nature of the spork, whether it is a fork and a spoon, or a fork and a knife mixed together, or maybe a fork and a fork on top. Life is full of mysteries yeah man
Samskrit is the greatest language of the world.
Cold autumn, wan with wrath of wind and rain,
Saw pass a soul sweet as the sovereign tune
That death smote silent when he smote again.
Sirius - it's me ... it's Peter ... your friend ... you wouldn't ... "
Black kicked out and Pettigrew recoiled.
"There's enough filth on my robes without you touching them," said Black.
THEO: Who do you picture when you think of me?
MORGAN: Papa Smurf.
THEO: Do you have a camera in here somewhere?
MORGAN: Yes, Theo. I watch you jerk off to smurf porn every night.
SPIIIIIDERS!" The world ceased its turning. The owl went dumb. The Milky Way flickered on the verge of extinction. Ben hollered it again: "Spiders!" He started thrashing wildly amid the pine needles. "They're all over me!
Suiffy, have you ever felt a sort of strange emptiness in the heart? A sort of aching void of the soul?'
'Oh, rather!'
'What do you do about it?'
'I generally take a couple of cocktails.
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
Penetrates your iris, tenderest of sphincters,
Declare this smite time, extracting precious gems and wholly hours you share to fruitcake a friend so dear.
If you choke a Smurf, what color does it turn?
Tell me, what smells like shit and screams like a girl? (Syn)
(He shot the Partini in the knee.)
That's right. You. (Syn)
Sparkling bronze azure eyed Blazure's skyblue bow and eyes.
My Suzie, also known as Shotgun Suzie, also known as Oh Christ It's Her, Run.
More delicious aromas rose. He sprinkled in a
(He went to Tory and with one more push, his son slid into his hands. For a full minute, he couldn't breathe as he stared at the tiniest, most perfect creature he'd ever seen in his life.) "Is it a smurf?" - Tory
seen something in their poses, for, 'Spoony!
squernt" ("the feeling upon finding that the previous occupant of the privy has used all the paper")
Jesus, Neal, watching you eat with a spork is like seeing Helen Keller at a ladies' afternoon tea.
Tendrils like spreading neath its lurid world,
Sprouting rooted whimsies all the way they-
Enchanted living hues, such with splendor bold,
And ornate jeweled minds domed Abbey.
When I Live With Fancy
The rudiment of verse may, possibly, be found in the spondee.
Max, you're the last of the hybrids who still has ... a soul.' ... 'She doesn't have soul,' Gazzy scoffed. 'Have you ever seen her dance?
Oakheart, of all cats! He thinks he's StarClan's gift to the Clans.
Do you want your blood to stay where it is sochar-lar?"
Tavi lifted both eyebrows at the unfamiliar word, and glanced at Varg.
"Monkey," Varg supplied, in Aleran. "And male-child."
"He called me monkey boy?" Tavi asked.
Silly what's his name, the Shrek, whoever he was on the television this morning?
Samskrit language, as has been universally recognized by those competent to form a judgment, is one of the most magnificent, the most perfect, the most prominent and wonderfully sufficient literary instrument developed by the human mind.
Bring forth the raisins and the nuts-
Tonight All-Hallows' Spectre struts
Along the moonlit way.
Sing, goddess, of Achilles' ruinous anger
Which brought ten thousand pains to the Achaeans,
And cast the souls of many stalwart heroes
To Hades, and their bodies to the dogs
And birds of prey.
She bruised easily, in dark purple smudges like in blooming on tissue paper.
revealing a splotchy red forehead, shiny with sweat.
You are Shenkt? I expected more."
"Pray to whatever god you believe in that you never see more."
"I do not pray."
Shenkt leaned close, and whispered in his ear. "I advise you to start.
Aggle flabble kabble . . . snurp?
A splendour of miscellaneous spirits.
A Spoon swoon, if you will.
Smitty leaned forward, resting his arms on this raised knees. "I am fixin' to get mad, Jessie.
"You're fixin' to get mad?"
"Yeah."
"Why don't you just get mad?"
"I'm not there yet. But I will be if you don't start talking to me."
Smitty to Jessie Ann
commotion and flurry.
I like the idea of Warrior Flitwick running to save the day by screaming, Let's do some charm harm, my snitches!
Ink, thinks Jacob, you most fecund of liquids...
The scented cloud permeates the air and coats our tongues, triggering images: licorice tobacco and a seductive fae with an agenda, ocean salt and a mortal boy's sweat, maple syrup and a father's love, a mother's sacrifice and a lunar garden rich with lilies and honeysuckle.
From the corners of her mouth, thick yellow goo bubbles. It matches the mess between Vesper's fingers, the slime on her chin, on her legs, the blobs that randomly pepper things, the blast radius massive, confounding
Lord Shiva, you my sunshine, my soul, Sivoham.
I finished grating a root and dropped the stub into a jar on the desk. Bloodroot is aptly named; the scientific name is Sanguinaria, and the juice is red, acrid, and sticky. The bowl in my lap was full of oozy, moist shavings, and my hands looked as though I had been disemboweling small animals.
Just trying to get a visual of you on the beach in Spain ...
How's that working out for you?
Pretty spiffy.
Spiffy? Did you just say spiffy?
I typed it actually. You got something against spiffy?
soul it shaped. Laurel
Strut' said Ursula. 'One wants to strut, to be a swan among geese