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Splendiferous. That's your word. It's yellow with six legs and it's crawling up your arm.
moss that is concentrating on being green.
fishhook. It's squiggly like a worm. Something's
It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice.
I feel as if I were nearer to the vitals of the globe, for this sandy overflow is something such a foliaceous mass as the vitals of the animal body.
It's called Seflish, which is fitting
Aggle flabble kabble . . . snurp?
A noble plant suites not with a stubborne ground.
Placid, adj.
Sometimes I love it when we just lie on our backs, gaze off, stay still.
Hill. Yes, that was it. But it is a hasty word for a thing that has stood here ever since this part of the world was shaped.
Doldrums, n.
The proper verb for depression is sink.
You must be a Lotus, unfolding its petals when the Sun rises in the sky, unaffected by the slush where it is born or even the water which sustains it.
Whoever gulps down wine as a horse gulps down water is called a Scythian.
Pustular berk with the charisma of a plimsole
Gundhrold's head lowered until his massive beak was only inches away from Amos's nose. "I am a son of the desert. This was once my home - the home of all my kind. I know every crag, every slope, every crick and hollow-"
Amos rolled his eyes. "Every blatherin' speck o' sand?
necrotic planet.
Yeah, I'm bringing back the word "slattern." Deal
There is a seaward bulge of stratocumulus. Sun glint and littoral drift. I see blooms of plankton in a blue of such Persian richness it seems an animal rapture, a colour change to express some form of intuitive delight.
One word, in this place, respecting asparagus. The young shoots of this plant, boiled, are the most unexceptionable form of greens with which I am acquainted.
Stolid pack-animals are much more fit for carrying loads than thoroughbred horses: who ever subdued their noble speed with a heavy burden?
Park hill staten island seal, rock the reel to reel we high hills deep
Salt a slug shame a here, and they shrink right up.
Others quite new when covered with ice, all white, all throbbing, are like swans about to fly, but the earth has already caught them from below. They twist and tear themselves from the mud, only to be flattened out a little further on.
I am not stroppy at all.
Oblong stones sink
slow and sideways. Shaped
by the weight of waves,
dutifully vibrating nature's
lunar-bound graces,
they wash ashore only for
closed palms to forsake them.
The cheerful will
cherish them, place them
on windowsills, or on graves.
Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep, Where the winds are all asleep; Where the spent lights quiver and gleam; Where the salt weed sways in the stream.
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.
Know yourself as a snowdrift on the sand Heaped for two days, or three, then thawed and gone. (c.1050-c.1123)
It looks like frozen snot.
connoisseurs of geologic form,
He screamed. Mmm?' inquired the gentleman. I ... I would never presume to interrupt you, sir. But the ground appears to be swallowing me up.' It is a bog,' said the gentleman, helpfully. It is certainly a most terrifying substance.
Icecloud, and Hazeltail. Leafpool twitched
Madam de Stael pronounced architecture to be frozen music; so is statuary crystalized spirituality.
I assure you, my friends, I am cone sold stober.
A heart of fire in a shell of ice.
A leech that will not quit the skin until sated with blood.
A Stoic is someone who transforms fear into prudence, pain into transformation, mistakes into initiation, and desire into undertaking.
seem to bear flowers or
iconoclastically.
Whats up, Seaweed Brain?
If it's softer than the ground and has a roof over it, I call it a bed. Dolorous Edd sniffed the air. I smell dung.
There ought to be a word for the Winter form of a tree.
Luscious feet that listened to the soil and stole its secrets.
F***ing triffids.
Leafless trees stand atop slag heaps like skeleton hands shoved up from the underworld.
Strygalldwir is my name. Conjure with it and I will eat your heart and liver."
"Conjure with it? I can't even pronounce it, and my cirrhosis would give you indigestion.
Grobanite makes me think of a type of harmless crustacean.
The other package has pieces of dried stag stick. The pups like chewing on those."
"What's a stag stick?" Meg asked, taking the packages.
He stared at her for a moment. Then he put a fist below his belt and popped out a thumb.
"Oh," Meg said. "Oh.
The small tuft of fronds or katydid legs above each eye, still
numbering the units in each group;
the shadbones regularly set about the mouth, to droop or rise
Where you crawl and crawl,
where you live in the husks of trees,
where you lie on the wild twigs
Our backs hut from gathering them: how hard they were to find among the concealing leaves, the frosted deceiving grass.
The frolic architecture of the snow.
Shore of the lake, at the distance of rather more than a league
There was so much of beauty here: the neat, small tracks of a foraging creature, stoat or marten; the inticate tracery of a skeleton leaf, still clinging vainly to its parent tree as, little by little, time stripped it of its substance, leaving only the delicate remembrance of what it had been.
Sun-struck,
stuck in mid tropic strut, it sometimes stands
as if considering how to cool avian plastic,
dive into the mown lagoon of lawn;
how take flight on dayglow flap-
doodle wings, no matter
if it is ball-bald going nowhere fast.
Squamous. He did not need to look it up. He knew. They
I was sand, I was snow - written on, rewritten, smoothed over.
Urban callused feet
Walking barefoot on the beach
Worn smooth by the sand
Like a drowning man with a Styrofoam cooler.
The black rock was sharp-edged, hot, and hard as corundum; it seemed not merely alien but impervious to life. Yet on the southern face of almost every rock the lichens grew, yellow, rusty-brown, yellow-green, like patches of dirty paint daubed on the stone.
Thurst [thrust] out nature with a croche [crook], yet woll she styll runne back agayne.
the wrinkled sleeve of the head
Its not Wingardium Levio-sa its wingrardium levi-o-sa
Evanescent like ice that is melting away;
pilaster, probably meant to anchor a
Whatever it is, it's better in the wind.
Pompous worm-faced snob-head camel turd.
row of stitches.
Chadwickius frenemus,
I'm a floating TURNIP HEAD
His icebergs are strange monuments with a symbol embodied in their form and their colours. They do not freeze you when you look at them, for they are not of ice, they are what Lawren Harris feels and thinks after he has contemplated them
Of the crow-blue mussel shells, one keeps
adjusting the ash heaps;
opening and shutting itself like
an
injured fan.
What majesty is in a creeping Snail, what reflection, what earnestness, what timidity and yet at the same time what firm confidence!
For the bored souls, sometimes sea is the best answer!
a nose of a delicate Hebrew model, but with a breadth of nostril unusual in similar formations; a
'Mullygrubber' is an Australian term which means something that creeps along the ground; it's like a little grub.
Ground, impaled on the trunk of a tree that has been shaved down to the point of
rectangular slab of mincemeat that everyone, including the servers, referred to as baked turd.
Fix'd like a plant on his peculiar spot,
To draw nutrition, propagate and rot.
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
Acheron. When it absolutely, positively must be destroyed overnight.
Astonishingly slimy and dangerous
What kind of maggot grows in the corpse of a day?
strange, spiky pieces of
A rock was sticking out of the water, jagged and pointed, covered with moss
a remnant of the Ice Age. It had withstood the rains, the snows, the frost, the heat. It was afraid of no one. It did not need redemption, it had already been redeemed.
Alix bore the blow without flinching. A block of marble. Her gaze was piercing and blank, her nose nobly arched. But one cheek was flaking. A hint of strange green and pink vegetation was invading her chin. Another winter perhaps would lay her low.
On turf and curb and bower-roof
The snow-storm spreads its ivory woof;
It paves with pearl the garden-walk;
And lovingly around the tatter'd stalk
And snivering stem its magic weaves
A mantle fair as lily-leaves.
Think Tank, noun: The shower.
Siry answered with one simple, shattering word. Veelox.
Linnaeus, setting out for Lapland, surveys his "comb" and "spare shirt," "leathern breeches" and "gauze cap to keep off gnats," with as much complacency as Bonaparte a park of artillery for the Russian campaign. The quiet bravery of the man is admirable.
What do you call those things at the bottom of rivers? Frogs? Stones? Unsuccessful gangsters?
Gluppit the prawling strangles, there!
Here and there are worms, evidence of the fertility of the soil, caught by the sun, half dead; flexible and pink, like lips.
We can call it Isratine.
Callipygian. Having shapely buttocks. Nice one, Bridge.
Tom felt his skin crawl as he laid eyes on the center of the pool. A great, awful thing towered over him from the tiny island. Its gnarled, flesh-colored roots were planted in the lake of offal like drowned snakes, drawing its sick nourishment.
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It had a sort of a head on it, like a mushroom, and its color was reddish purple. It looked blunt and stupid, compared, say, to fingers and toes with their intelligent expressiveness, or even to an elbow or a knee.
A slug has its bottom in its head.