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We are all stardust
Wheat-Thinned Slut Monkey.
fishhook. It's squiggly like a worm. Something's
nineties Ross Gellar hair.
Careful, Star Girl. Your time has nearly come.
Follow your own star!
A star needs a star.
Is it just me, or is spooge the single least attractive synonym for dickglue?
If my Spreadeagles Wasn't so Tight I'd Loosen my Cursits on that Bunch of Maggiestraps ...
I love you, what star do you live on?
A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold,
And pavement stars - as starts to thee appear
Soon in the galaxy, that milky way
Which mightly as a circling zone thou seest
Powder'd wiht stars.
Yes, we too are stardust.
Oakheart, of all cats! He thinks he's StarClan's gift to the Clans.
FIGURE 3.1 Stars
Today ain't in the mood to write... btw my name is Stevy.
Blech! Smells like Chewbacca's burned butt hair. Where the hell am I?
I'm not a star!!! A star is nothing but a ball of gas!!!
A very scurvy fellow.
Stargazing is the story of a happy family plunged into an unexpected drama: it's poignant, warm, and unpredictable. I enjoyed it hugely.' -- Julie Cohen
Ragweed,wild oat,vetch,butcher grass,invaginate volunteer beans,all heads gently nodding in a morning breeze like a mother's soft hand <>ong>onong> your cheek ...
Stardust is
the hardest thing
to hold out for.
You must make of yourself
a perfect plane-
something still
upon which
something settles-
something like
sugar grains on
something like
metal, but with
none of the chill.
It's hard to explain.
Stardust
Silly what's his name, the Shrek, whoever he was on the television this morning?
So, is that your long scaly reptilian tail, or are you just happy to see me?
Ralph Waldo Pickle Chips! I don't know him.
God daubs stars into galaxies with fiery paint - the same lacquer he uses upon your lips ...
I have never been a star; I'm just an old character bag.
Wet catkins fur the twigs of a willow.
Stars today are just masturbation images.
pocket lizard licker.
Carter-headed chicken.
rashers of bacon.
The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.
Once there was a time
when I had jock itch .
It itchedbad. Then it
turned to acne. I chose
Stridex.
'Pig's Valve' - Mariah Carey: The Early Poems
I don't consider myself a star.
I have a Gumbie Cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots;Her coat is one of the tabby kind,with tiger stripes and lepard spots.
Itchy, itchy, itchy, yo.
Scratchy, scratchy, scratchy, yo.
Itchy, itchy, itchy, yo.
Poison summac daddy. Got an itch real baddy.
Hi, my name is Cuelebre, Liam Cuelebre. My code name is Double Oh Peanut, but you can call me Rock Star for short.
Sweet potato fries
Satin skin, silk hair, velvet eyes, sawdust heart - all complete.
I am not a star. At least, I don't consider myself a star.Star-- Marvin Gaye
Tasteful illumination of the night, Bright scattered, twinkling star of spangled earth.
My name is Slither.
A big furry creature that purrs while it sits on your lap and squashes you!
Sweetness cloys. Tart fruit and tart women give life its savor ... Daenerys, sweet queen, I cannot tell you what a pleasure it gives me to bask once more in your presence.
The itch of scribbling.
All the words I have to say have turned into stars.
My God
it's full of stars!
Thou man of scruffy looks, thou who heard'st nerfs, Thou fool-born wimpled roughhewn waste waste of flesh!
His sanguine spirit turns every firefly into a star.
Malory! You've got a chipmunk on your pussy!
Nuzleaf Grass/Dark
Hickory dickory dock my daddy's nuts from shellshock.
Hakko Drazlip and the Tootle Froots.
Please leave me alone; let me go on to the stars.
Schist," said an angry voice from the grass. Hazel raised her eyebrows. "Excuse me?" "Schist! Big pile of schist!
Razzmatazz topped with hot fudge, strawberries, rainbow sprinkles, and whipped cream. It looked nasty, but you had to admire a guy secure enough to order sprinkles.
I have a beard of grass. I grew it on my back, and sometimes my neighbor mows it for me. Meow!
Nancy
According to astronomers, every atom in my body was forged in a star. I am made, they insist, of stardust. I am stardust braided into strands and streamers of information, proteins and DNA, double helixes of stardust. In every cell of my body there is a thread of stardust as long as my arm.
I love a star print. I always get a lurch if I see a nice one.
You should see what she's wearing, Callie. It's velvet. Canary yellow velvet. Turban to match. She looks like a furry banana.
Guards! Summon the holy kitty litter! Mr. Scruffy demands poopsies!
See, my strumpf is in my hair. Now, I don't know what strumpf means. It's just a term some brothas gave me.
the kind of beards which make you look like you've glued a racoon to your face. The
I like to rub Twinkies under my arms.
As a young man, I used to sport a rather ragged beard [ ... ]; it doesn't suit and in its untended state I can often come to look like a set of sensory organs lost in a raspberry bush.
She's a sun-kissed beach girl who goes gothgrungepunkhippierockeremocoremetalfreakfashionistabraingeekboycrazyhiphoprastagirl to keep it under wraps.
Lets rattle the stars.
Griff's pretty neat on his own. Scottish hedge!
I have found my star. She is beauty and grace. Elegance and goodness. My laughter in winter. She is courageous and strong. Bold and tempting. Unlike any other in all the universe, and I cannot touch her. I dare not even try. [Zarek]
Come quickly, I am tasting the stars!
Who are you anyway?" Krendler said. "You're not Starling. You've got the spot on your face, but you're not Starling.
Ragweed,wild oat,vetch,butcher grass,invaginate volunteer beans,all heads gently nodding in a morning breeze like a mother's soft hand on your cheek ...
Get close to grass and you'll see a star.
My hand-stitched wings itch
to take flight
to test the winds of change
that inevitably blow
at the end
of a cycle.
spoon, jar, jar jar spoon
I'm a bit of a P. T. Barnum. I make stars out of everyone.
It's a sponge and I'm a sponge and for a second there all our sponge parts are one and I don't just have square pants, everything about me is squarish because I'm part of a wall.
I like the rough feel of denim against my pussy. Even more after rough sex.
It's like I'm trying to distract him with something shiny." Cath circled her spoon hand in front of her face, accidentally flicking cottage cheese on her sweater. "He already knows about all this. This is what I look like." She tried to scrape the cottage cheese off without rubbing it in." (pg. 290)
My signature is like a squished spider.
Sandpaw, put that fire ant down. No, I don't care that Firepaw might not know what it is.
Reach Up Your Hand ... and take a star.
No, they're not starbusts." He continued to touch each mark. "They're angel kisses. It's like angels kissed your hands all over." His eyes rose to meet hers. They were filled with kindness and compassion. Something she had felt little of the past year. (Peter)
What are they called? Sprackles, shakums, edible sequins, glossy sugar deedeebobs, I don't know. Instead of sprinkling them on a cookie, I sprinkle them on Angel de la Guarda.
She has teeth like stars and hair like sheep fuzz
My Suzie, also known as Shotgun Suzie, also known as Oh Christ It's Her, Run.
He's as beautiful as his voice sounds. Blonde shaggy curls with short sides. Scruff; oh dear leprechaun I'm a sucker for scruff on a man.
Mouth cat's-cradled with filaments of gleaming cheese.
Worldfoam. I like that. It sounds fluffy.
Stars, I can see the stars again, my lady.
What's that sticky stuff called?
Basta: Duct tape.
Yes, duct tape. I love duct tape.
We're stars who run off of stars.
What's a star when his most important fan is missing?
Spun sugar clouds and extraterrestrial crystal vintage T-birds flying through space, morning-glory girls swinging from star-hung vines in cosmic gardens.
You're my Star, a stargazer too,
and I wish that I were Heaven,
with a billion eyes to look at you!
the wrinkled sleeve of the head
Never rub another mans rhubarb
Night crawled across the desert sky like a black cat with phosphorus dandruff.
Bugrit! Millennium Hand and Shrimp
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.