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...duct tape is magic and should be worshipped.
Unleavened Bread, all
The ribbons! The wrappings! The tags! And the tinsel! The trimmings! The trappings!
What makes 'good tape'? That is the question that has consumed my life for the past 20 years, and I have an answer for you
You niggas so-so like a seamstress.
To fine folkes a little ill finely wrapt.
pilaster, probably meant to anchor a
It was needlepoint, Mr. Burke. Tapestries are woven, you see, and I find it far more satisfying to stab than to weave.
The United Metropolitan Improved Hot Muffin and Crumpet Baking and Punctual Delivery Company.
A wood that smells of the sea.
He was around the desk in two strides, reaching out for me. I knocked his hand away, grabbed the staple gun, pressed it into his crotch, and bam, bam, bam, bam ... I stapled his nuts.
untie. Clove Hitch
After becoming pregnant, I had to makeover my pantry just a little to make the proper adjustments to support the baby. I've found some staples that will stick around after the baby is here, too.
The staple of our Australian colonies, but more particularly of New South Wales, the climate and the soil of which are peculiarly suited to its production, - is fine wool.
Around your skin, I tie and untie mine.
White
Godiva, I unpeel --
Dead hands, dead stringencies.
We Three Kings of Leicester Square,
Selling ladies' underwear,
So fantastic, no elastic,
Only tuppence a pair.
LINEN, n. "A kind of cloth the making of which, when made of hemp, entails a great waste of hemp."
My favorite toast is rye toast.
vanilla with a twist.
Gold wrapped old crap.
I married a damned cereal killer
I can't go to the hardware store, cut a sheet in half and staple it to the window anymore. It doesn't fly.
Simple, like uncarved wood.
a heavy, hooded wool
What is a harp but an oversized cheese slicer with cultural pretensions?
A slice is a loaf to a mouse.
Beware the toast that has no ears
Painted mafritty fritters frittering fitty fitty scented candelabra abra cadaver. Candle blah blah.
Sweet potato fries
Wearing a scrap of colored cloth around your neck, even though it serves no useful purpose, but which answers to the name of "tie."
cheap, pea-green carpet looming up at him all
bludgeoning countless typewriter ribbons,
cereal and went out into the
Ax-man. Cardboard isn't one of the major food groups, remember?-Marco
The knots in the wood can't be untied.
I have been collecting pictures of airport carpets since the early 2000s because I am fascinated by their role as the world's largest interior visual design medium.
Shop for what we wanted, then hunt for garments with blue tags, removing them with the staple remover and restapling the tags to our garments. Sickening,
A cord that remains, always. in many ways...
I am the proud indentured servant of a brilliant art adviser who may or may not have purposely stapled my index finger to a manila folder
When you're at the end of your rope, tie a knot and hold on
Bread that must be sliced with an axe is bread that is too nourishing.
A pod for peas wears hearts on a sleeve.
What sort of moths eat chainmail?
Bread is the staff of life.
All this talk of folds and rods and buttons. Are we copulating or sewing draperies?
And you Mr. Ground-of-Wheat, Mr. Text, Mr. Is-Was,
can you calculate the ratio between wire and window . . .
Plain as a pike-staff.
I don't eat cereal actually ... Frosted Flakes ... that's as close as I can get.
With a room like this, I bet he buys brand-name cereal
Your toaster's a puff.
Soul of fibre and heart of oak.
The thinness of contemporary life. I can poke my finger through it.
Timberland is an all-American brand focused on work, utility and the outdoors, that managed to find a place in the fashion world as well
Humanity's gift to the universe. Duct Tape.
Anybody want some ... toast?
Grew up in Stapleton House village, where blood flood the waters in the streets like oil spillage
...Not an elegant tapestry but a serviceable quilt.
Cotton is my life.
It is a tangled skein, you understand, and I am looking for a loose end.
No crust so tough as the grudged bread of dependence.
You said there's been another murder?"
"At the Dwarf Bread Museum. Someone killed Mr. Hopkinson with his own bread!"
"Made him eat it?"
"Hit him with it, sir," said Carrot reproachfully. "Battle Bread, sir.
I'm a cereal girl. I have always loved my cereal ever since I was a kid.
Paste Magazine needs to stay in business! It's the first non-sensational quality music and film publication that doesn't only attempt to appeal to middle-aged male Bob Dylan completionists! And there are still many of us who love to pick up a print magazine instead of going online.
soldiers on the battlefield of consumerism, armed with vinyl-covered checkbooks and quilted handbags.
fiddlesticks" and
Chains
chains that hold me to the ground
chains that keep me solidly bound
chains that tether my heart to you
chains that only one truth ...
I'm not a psychopath-I'm wearing a tie!
Piece of cake. Or toast, in your case. I'll stuff your toast, baby.
Rip yourself open. Sew yourself shut.
Oh, what's this in my shoe? Red carpet insole. Everywhere I go, I'm walking on red carpet.
a noose will serve. Ser Alliser,
What's got your jockstrap in a wad? (Abbie)
Needy knife-grinder! whither are ye going? Rough is the road, your wheel is out of order; Bleak blows the blast-your hat has got a hole in it. So have your breeches.
Line printer paper is strongest at the perforations.
Tie my heart in Egyptian threads.
I am a rune a carrot a little joke
a walther ppk. you're a james bond fan, i imagine....
Nails are the period at the end of the sentence. They complete the look
The whole of Victorian literature done up in grey paper & neatly tied with string
I am not obsessing.
I am just sitting here
perforating this post-it
with a push-pin.
I want to butter your bread, with my pointy butter knife. Til it's dripping off your bun, This salty elixir of life.
rashers of bacon.
The horse-shoe nail. Remember the old poem? 'For want of a nail the shoe was lost. For want of the shoe the horse was lost. For want of the horse the rider was lost. For want -
I'm tired of sackcloth and
Every paper girl needs at least one string.
The first time I ever found Paste I thought somebody just might have finally made a magazine using only the contents of my brain. I read it cover to cover every single month.
In ways and thoughts of weakness and of wrong, Threads turn to cords, and cords to cables strong.
Consistency is the paste jewel that only cheap men cherish.
The binding was of citron-green leather, with a design of gilt trellis-work and dotted pomegranates.
We'd like to make it [bucky fiber] in a continuous fiber, roll it on a drum, and go fishing with it.
Making knots. Making knots. No word. Making knots. Tick-tock. This is a clock. Do not think of Gale. Do not think of Peeta. Making knots.
Tockytock, tockytock
clumped our Alpine, Edwardian cuckoo clock,
slung with strangled, wooden game.
I'll braid you one.
Family dinner. Seven-thirty sharp. Tie optional. Straight-jacker required.
This has got to be the most expensive food ever laminated.
A fusty nut with no kernel.
There's always the dwarf bread.
Tex shrink-wrapped a dealer's BMW. Wrapped the whole
thing in plastic wrap and then used a portable blow drier on it
to tighten the plastic. Word
has it, it was several layers deep.
There's something about pulling out a real tape from a shelf and looking at it and knowing that 'Everlong' is on it, or 'Best of You' is on it, and it's really special.