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Three years ago my kindness covered me like a pure white blanket. Soon after, my white heart started to have tiny flecks of the truth splattered against it.
Tainting it.
for cleanliness, that's a dirty
The small, homely scar of a smallpox vaccination. Rain
They warned of taints lingering from the Builders' war, stains from their poisons, or shadows from the Day of a Thousand Suns.
A dirty mind is a rich inner resource.
There are no dirty words, only dirty minds.
If you've got a bloodstain on your T-shirt, maybe dirty laundry isn't your biggest problem.
Cynicism-the pus from a wound.
I am clouded and bruised with the print of minds and faces and things so subtle that they have smell, colour, texture, substance, but no name.
O, vile! These tauntauns have an awful stench outside, But nothing did I know of wretchedness, Disgusting rot, and sick'ning filth till this New smell hath made attack upon my nose.
Not blemishes. Adornments.
It is the dirt within men's hearts that is most offensive; the filth you cannot see.
The putrid carnal waste dump my skin and hair had become. An irate woman beating me with her placenta would have been more welcome than the copious amount of ... snot gluing my fingers together.
The poison dart hidden in the raisin tart. ...
What stood in one corner of the cell was disgusting: two empty disinfectant canisters and one well used and well stained piss pot, the sort of chamber pot that people would train their babies to be potty trained on before they would learn to use the toilet.
Yesterday's dirt and mistakes have moved through me. I am shiny and pink inside, clean. Empty is good. Empty is strong.
The perfection of rottenness.
Pulchritude
beauty where you would least suspect it, hidden in a word that looked like it should signify a belch or a skin infection.
A most malicious cough
But what is the black spot, captain?
There's a mess inside you:
You clean the outside.
Water stains like liver spots dotted the floors, ceiling, and walls while the smell of warm wood rot hung in the air thick like an old whore's perfume.
The purest white seems stained.
I bear a deep red stain that runs from my left shoulder down to my right hip, a trail left by the herbwitch's poison that my mother used to try to expel me from her womb.
Watching you at work, I was reminded of the young lady of Natchez, whose clothes were all tatters and patches. In alluding to which, she would say, Well, Ah itch, and wherever ah itches, Ah scratches.
The rottenness comes from within.
Some stains never came out.
A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!
A leech that will not quit the skin until sated with blood.
You can rake the muck this way, rake the muck that way
it will always be muck. Have I sinned or have I not sinned? In the time I am brooding over it, I could be stringing pearls for the delight of Heaven
Dirt is matter in the wrong place.
Dirt is just matter out of place.
When you have discovered a stain in yourself, you eagerly seek for and gladly find stains in others.
One can grow accustomed to carrying unseeable scars, as if the tattoo one wears is inked in flesh tone over flesh tone; but nevertheless one is still covered in secret, painted with secret, stained by it.
Who knows what dirty story, what even better dirty story, it may even be one we have not heard before, told at some colossal pitch of pure smut, beats at this moment in vain against our eardrums.
Stained raincoats, I reckon." "And shitpaper stuck to their shoes.
Where is the bane of my existence?"
"In the shower, freshening up."
Damn it all to hell. "Oh God, who did Ascanio screw now?"
"No, no, he's covered in blood."
"Oh good." Wait a minute. "The kid is covered in blood and we're relieved. There is something wrong with us.
A pox on all meads!
A corruption of intentions.
Seek the tarnish and you shall find
Dirt washes off more easily than blood
I don't like dirt, because nothing is dirtier. Except politics.
I am filthy. So is Doris, but we'll bathe and change clothes and be clean. Your filth is within you. If it were gone, you'd collapse.
Tin-Tin in your rattle skin
Dumbed and worn down -
Flushed pink-salmon suffering.
An eye-jangling assortment of spurious clan tartans, adorning every conceivable object made of fabric, from caps, neckties, and serviettes down to a particularly horrid yellow "Buchanan" sett used to make men's nylon Y-front underpants.
bloody nose. Fred,
You dirty so and so.
The room stank of semen and smoke and sweat and whiskey, of old carpet and sour hay, saddle leather, shit and cheap soap.
Vitarag's [the enlightened one's] 'water' (knowledge) will remove any kind of (karmic) 'stains'.
O this itch of the ear, that breaks out at the tongue! Were not curiosity so over-busy, detraction would soon be starved to death.
No wound is worse than counterfeited love.
dung. Spot wouldn't even put his nose inside the
Clean your Finger, before you point at my Spots.
Ambition like a liquid ruby stains.
All art is but dirtying the paper delicately.
but there was a queer, acrid smell about.
You greasy shit stain on a diseased elk's warty asshole.
I want to mark your skin with the sins of Passion.
Thou art a very ragged Wart.
She turned the water scalding hot and scrubbed her face until it hurt, but the eyes still looked wrong. She tore off her clothes and stepped into the shower; but it was not enough.
The dirt was on the inside.
Something beautiful. My hands are stained red
One tiny stain on a woman's reputation was as bad as a lifetime of debauchery.
Politicians cover their mistakes with money; cooks cover their mistakes with mayonnaise; doctors cover theirs with dirt.
remove the speck from your
Secrets and Malice
The place smelled of mildew and rot. What
If a white cloth is stained even with a small spot, the stain appears very ugly indeed. So the smallest fault of a holy man becomes painfully prominent.
Intentional sin causes scars.
Each touch of dust on the clouding lenses was a violation, a dirty man touching something pure.
Dirt used to be a badge of honor. Dirt used to look like work. But we've scrubbed the dirt off the face of work, and consequently we've created this suspicion of anything that's too dirty.
A splendour of miscellaneous spirits.
Dust billowed around us, creeping under our loose-tied handkerchiefs and into our noses and mouths. It was fine and silty, red as ochre or the brush-tailed fox,
We are all children coming inside from recess with varying degrees of dirt on us.
Deadly Sins on a long, yellow legal tablet: Pride, Greed, Envy, Lechery, Gluttony, Anger, Laziness.
We should not pour muck on ourselves.
You dirty rat...
People are leaky.
Bad conduct soils the finest ornament more than filth.
A dirty mind is a terrible thing to waste.
No matter how much you try to maintain order in your life, no matter how careful you are to guard against mistakes, against imperfections, there is always some smudge, some flaw, lurking out of sight. Waiting to surprise you.
Let us keep our shame and be made clean! Shame is not defilement, though a mean pride persuades men so. On the contrary, the man who is honestly ashamed has begun to be clean.
I think this cut might need stiches," Scarlett said, yet as her cloth wiped away the blood it revealed a smooth line of unmarked, unbroken flesh. "Wait, I don't see a wound."
"There's not one. But that feels really good." Julian moaned and arched his back.
"You scoundrel!
Pooley hunched closer to his pint. 'A pox on it all,' said he. 'The Swan packed full of these idiots, old Soap flushed away round the proverbial S-bend and Cowboy Night looming up before us with about as much promise as the coming of Ragnorok!
Oily marks appear on walls / Where pleasure moments hung before
The dirtiest mind in the world is the mind of a censor.
They can wound, stories, they can blister.
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
The skin of everyday appearances stretched over such shamelessness, such consuming explosions of lust.
The shame of fools conceals their open wounds.
[Lat., Stultorum incurata malus pudor ulcera celat.]
Obscenity comes from grime.
Filth and vermin though they shock the over-nice are imperfections of the flesh closely related in the just imagination of the poet to excessive cleanliness.
Some stains are left unwashed.
Lord, confound this surly sister, blight her brow with blotch and blister, cramp her larynx, lung and liver, in her guts a galling give her.
Besides the guilt of sin and the power of sin, there is the stain of sin.
I saw something nasty in the woodshed.
Hee that comes of a hen must scrape.
Listeria, wisteria. Ha. Funny words. She
That man penetrated me with his shame. Shame, I realize now, is an infectious disease. Shame can be sexually transmitted. (107)
What but a pestilential vapour can hover over society when its chief director is only instructed in the invention of crimes, or the stupid routine of childish ceremonies?
All seems infected that th' infected spy,
As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.