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The twelve months ...
Snowy, Flowy, Blowy,
Showery, Flowery, Bowery,
Hoppy, Croppy, Droppy,
Breeze, Sneezy, Freezy.
If you're dirty, what in this world isn't?!
staggered on together. A dark shape
like an angry diamond,
sometimes decided to be truculent and unyielding, like a grouchy toddler -
cheery as a cherrio
Noodly: the act of being noodle-like, as in, Vivia drinks one Red Beach and she feels noodly.
Rotten like fish eyes in a barrel.
Lovey dovey or fucky wucky
A purring noise woke him. Something furry was curled on his chest. Jarby opened one eye slowly. Something black, white, buff, and lemon-smelling. He glared at her and groaned. Stupid wytzl. Buffi chirruped and fluttered away to Poke.
Messy hair, uncombed, gel-free, un-styled and perfectly imperfect.
Blonde tangles flying everywhere and her diamond-laden hand wrapped around Jess's strong, bare torso. She looked happy and so did Jess.-From Siddy Creek
Her ruddy brown skin had the texture of pebbled linoleum.
Voluptuous and enveloping like layers of precious fabrics
Running like a bunny with his tail on fire.
A cat without a tail.
Blood like raindrops on the window.
I AM JESSE DITTLEY. DID YOU NEVER EAT YOUR GREENS?"
[ ... ] She said, "I lost the genetic roll of the dice."
"DAMN STRAIGHT.
revealing a splotchy red forehead, shiny with sweat.
There's a hint of sweet with a full helping of stubborn and dirty as fuck.
Stark raving mad.
Nervous hands as if the fingers were dripping from them like icicles.
I'm not wild ... pussy," I said, stumbling over the last word and feeling my face heat. Desperately, I tried searching for a word that adequately described exactly what I was and came up empty. "I'm ... dusty pussy," I finished with a sigh, feeling ridiculous.
Annoyingly attractive
Cloudiness what is cloudiness, is it a lining, is it a roll, is it melting.
Shined, combed, brushed and gorgeous
A dehoy who was terribly hobble,
Cast only stones that were cobble
And bats that were ding,
From a shot that was sling,
But never hit inks that were bobble.
I'm crepuscular.
I like sparkly things.
A perspicacious lad, Mr. McLean. A perspicacious swine, indeed.
Crazy like a fox.
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)
One who dresses in rags that have been washed clean dresses cleanly to be sure, but raggedly nonetheless.
Prickly
When I'm feeling
porcupine-y,
I get nasty,
I get whiny.
Stay away or
I might stick you.
My sharp words are
quills to prick you.
Dirty pony, I can't wait to hose you down.
Rippling, rippling, rippling, like a flapping overlapping of soft flames, soft as feathers, running to points of brilliance, exquisite, exquisite and melting her all molten inside.
It looks hard," said Michael. "Not squishy like poop.
Nothing sparkly can stay.
A tear-drop of green.
Like a one eyed cat peepin' in a seafood store.
What in the name of Voldy's pasty-white rear end was that?
He's a contradiction: taut magic coiled to strike, gentleness at war with severity, a tongue as sharp as a whip's edge, yet skin so soft he could be swathed in clouds.
His skin is so hard and rough, it's like shaking a piece of tree bark.
abysmally beshitted.
Slow as your own dubious grace.
Yeah, well, I don't do touchy-feely. I do punchy-bleedy.
I am not glowy." Laurel simply turned Parker by the shoulders to the big foyer mirror. "You were saying?" Maybe color did glow in her cheeks, and maybe her eyes were a little dazzled, but . . . "That's irritation." "I won't say 'liar, liar,' but, Parks, under that skirt, your pants are on fire.
Wheat-Thinned Slut Monkey.
Sometimes sassy, a little bit nasty but always classy.
pocket lizard licker.
Sexy as hell and stubborn as a mule.
How dirty she was, how thin, what a wild look she had! I have never seen a wilder-looking creature. Her eyes were bright. They were like the eyes of a wild animal.
Thighs spread out on the seat like water balloons, frying eggs, spilled syrup.
Shaggy wrapper, flapping hat, and muddy legs, was rather
both touching and somehow repulsive.
My eyes are not sparkly! I'm not a sparkly sort of girl ... I go around with dirty knees and slay dragons in my spare time, for the love of ... oh!
Mousy. It was the only word Travis could think to describe Mary Warner when she stepped off the plane. His heart sank and took a moment to rally itself. Long legs, that was all he'd asked for, and what did he get? Minnie Mouse.
She was like a wild animal who didn't know whether to come to the outstretched hand or to flee and kept making startled little rushes, first in one direction and then in the other.
Last night's memories flooded over him like a tsunami. He'd been tipsy, but not drunk. He remembered it all, every single mind-blowing-intensely-erotic-second of it. Well if he wasn't sure, the crusty substance on his back was a clear indication. Asshole. Could've got a rag. Michaels
dried blood on Quicksilver's hands,
Restless at home, and ever prone to range.
Stubborn, snarly male.
Oh, this beast? It's ... perspicacious loris. 'Perspicacious' meaning 'wise or canny'."
"Get stuffed," Bovril said, then giggled.
"And it insults people," Telsa said. "How peculiar.
Hey, my spaghetti's moving!" cried Mr. Twit, poking around in it with his fork.
"It's a new kind," Mrs. Twit said, taking a mouthful from her own plate which of course had no worms. "It's called Squiggly Spaghetti. It's delicious. Eat it up while it's nice and hot.
He runs like a camel. A really pissed off camel.
Crusted bloodstains marred the carpet everywhere, with chunks of matted gore thrusting from their centers, like ebony volcanoes oozing rivers of tissue. A
Crazy as a cuttlefish
Nasty as a RAT
Put her in a pie dish
Give her to the CAT!
fishhook. It's squiggly like a worm. Something's
Lugubrious and pretentious at the same time.
Very' is such a strong word...
Faultless to a fault.
Fluid and energetic and wild very, very smart and very, very funny.
I can't even think of a word strong enough to describe him. Apparently I need to expand my vocabulary. Caleb
hornier than a bunny on ecstasy
skinny as horsehair in a glass of milk
A light white, a disgras, an ink spot, a rosy charm.
Adorkable. It's in its own category.
So, is that your long scaly reptilian tail, or are you just happy to see me?
hot, dirty, and multi-orgasmic kind. "Cavolo,
tersely. Then the line
As if her veins ran lightning
A Coy Aversion
...a flutter
too shy
to be seen...
Weird or someone with mouth diarrhea. Depends on people's point of view,
Ambition like a liquid ruby stains.
Often eating took considerable extra time, since he could hardly see his food, groping with a fork or spoon, enforcedly omnivorous. "Blind men wear spotted pants," Dorothy teased, telling him to wash his...
Pixie, kobold, elf, and sprite,
All are on their rounds tonight;
In the wan moon's silver ray,
Thrives their helter-skelter play.
Vortexy.
"Is that even a word?" I ask myself
"You're talking to yourself, so who the hell cares?" I reply
Languidly, like an actor repeating a stale part. Anna
little too undistinguished, a little
His comb had left visible, parallel grooves through his heavily gelled brown hair, like the tracks of fleeing dinosaurs in a fresh volcanic mudflow.
She's whacked with happy, which kind of infects anyone within a ten-foot radius." She stuffed salad in her mouth to get it over with. "Like an airborne virus."
"God, you romantic fool. No wonder I adore you.
How long y' think it'll take t'git that wild streak out im?"
"Well, Brother Tiggins, that'll depend on how long he can weather the leather.
He's an even-tempered stallion. What he lacks in stamina he makes up for in speed, kind of like most of the men I've slept with.
Blind and naked as an unearthed mole, uncomprehending.
A wild, wick slip she was
Hot and pulsing on the edge of a dynastic rebellion, like the arteries of an old man about to have his first orgasm in years. He
I bruise like a grape.
The thick plottens.
Raw. Dirty. Scandalous and oh so delicious.
astonishing splashes of colour