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Three little words. My world stands still, tilts, then spins on a new axis.
It was dizzying - cause and effect, round and round, stretching back to the source.
Off the tilting world like thread off a
We call it the zigzag theory. You want to find something that zigs and something that zags and blend them together to get a better combined performance.
The world balanced on the edge of a knife, slipping, slipping, slipping.
With little wit and ease to suit them, They whirl in narrow circling trails, Like kittens playing with their tails.
Where everyone else sees a straight line, you see a maze, and when I'm done talking to you, the maze starts to make more sense
Reply by Dove to Aly's silent inquiry
Spirals.... this town is contaminated with spirals.
The wheel turns and turns and turns: it never stops and stands still.
...Gradation; gradation; and then a sudden leap...
These guys put the 'bone' in Zamboni
The path behind is twisted, the path ahead unknown.
I've just had an amusing flashback. All these creatures going in the same direction - they look like the commuters who used to surge back and forth twice a day between home and office, before electronics made it unnecessary.
When you are stuck in a spiral, to change the aspects of the spin you only need to change one thing.
Circle me and the needle moves gracefully
Back and forth, if my heart was a compass you'd be North
Risk it all cause I'll catch you if you fall
Wherever you go, if my heart was a house you'd be home.
A tire spins aimlessly, being pulled a different direction by forces larger and stronger and with little consideration of its wasted effort. Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, you can't leave the road you're on.
A line is a dot that went for a walk.
Life swings like a pendulum backward and forward between pain and boredom.
You never know what is waiting for you around the corner. You start the day with the fairest prospects, and before nightfall everything is as rocky and ding-basted as stig tossed full of doodlegammon.
The wheels are spinning in my head all the time.
You wiggle to the left, you wiggle to the right, you do the Ooby Dooby with all your might.
Why did I walk so purposefully in a straight line? Where would it take me? He went round and round and we got there all the same.
Her life was one endless loop that she raced around, with steep banked curves so she could never change or slow down. It just delivered her back to herself, over and over and over.
Zugzwang. It's when you have no good moves. But you still have to move.
Like busy bees in springtime, coming and going, sitting and standing, settling together and flying apart.
See the interlaced strands?' She touched the raised pattern with a knobby finger. 'These trace a never-ending path, leading away from home and circling back. When you wear this, you'll never be far from the place you started.
Round and round we spin, with feet of lead and wings of tin.
It's like being on a tightrope stretched tightly between two skyscrapers - the past and the future.
Circles, like the soul, are neverending and turn round and round without a stop
...the track of the three camels and three pairs of sandals was like an arrow diminishing into infinity across the wavering sand.
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.
All my work keeps going like a pendulum; it seems to swing back to something I was involved with earlier, or it moves between horizontality and verticality, circularlity, or a composite of them. For me, I suppose, that change is the only constant.
Disco is just jitterbug.
Describe a circle, stroke its back and it turns vicious.
discombobulation
Commodities tend to zig when the equity markets zag.
The wheels of progress; sooner or later they took you back to where you started from.
satisfyingly dizzying
My legs tired, ain't your legs tired!? His legs ain't Tired! He Just ... Tinktinktinktinktinktink, TinktinkTinktinkTinktink!! Just paperclips and Sparks everywhere!
That's when I heard the sounds of a certified genius spinning around in circles like a dog chasing its tail.
Gotta keep moving; can't stop; stagnation kills.
Sleepwalking down the hall like a firefly in the fog.
Blast-Ended Skrewts for a walk than
Somedays the line I walk turns out to be straight - Other days the line tends to deviate.
The wheel is come full circle.
You're exactly where you're meant to be, meandering along a crooked path.
I really think I ambled through a lot of my life, or ambled from one thing to the other.
The Strandbeest is a self-replicating meme, a brain virus. It infects the student's brain. In fact, the Strandbeest abuse students for their reproduction. For two years, this reproduction fell into a flow acceleration. Now, 3D printers produce walking mini Strandbeests.
You could get the words all straight and neat between the lines, but the meaning was in the way they zigzagged toward a person when you gave them life.
Maintain your speed no matter what happens! For the tikbalang shall chase you
I regret to say ... to the ends of the earth!
Wiggle like a stick, wobble like a duck, that's what you do when you do the Hucklebuck.
Swirling like water against rugged rocks, time goes around and around
Daddy, What's the horizontal tango?
And the seasons they go 'round and 'round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game.
When you're stuck in a spiral, to change all aspects of the spin you need only to change one thing.
It seemed like this day could go in so many directions, like a spiderweb shooting out toward endless possibilities.
Do spirals end? Or just get so tiny your eyes can't follow any more?
Precarious, life is. A flying leap. A sweep of hand. A star flung across the night. A lucky catch in this whirling juggling circus act.
From Steam Drills, Treadmills, and Shooting Stars
Sometimes the shortest distance between two points is a winding path walked arm in arm.
My Mommy likes to wiggle And it really makes me giggle. The music keeps her moving And she's smiling as she's grooving.
She goes...Wiggle, wiggle to the left; wiggle to the right, Wiggle, wiggle, jiggle, jiggle - Dancing through the night...
Sometimes it looks like I'm dancing, but it's just that I walked into a spider web.
One Ring. Like stumbling into
Correct me if I'm wrong - the gizmo is connected to the flingflang connected to the watzis, watzis connected to the doo-dad connected to the ding dong.
Each day move a little more from tightening to lightening.
...It's more like a corkscrew than a path!
Her fingers walk the tightropes of sentences;
The Strange Loop phenomenon occurs whenever, by moving upwards (or downwards) through levels of some hierarchial system, we unexpectedly find ourselves right back where we started.
The whole universe is based on rhythms. Everything happens in circles, in spirals.
When wiggling through a hole
the world looks different than
when scrubbed clean by the wiggle
and looking back.
Round and round and round we go, And where we stop, nobody knows.
Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.
Jumping up and down like a Mexican jumping bean on crack.
It had a very long pendulum, and the pendulum swung with a slow tick-tock that set his teeth on edge, because it was the the kind of delibrate, annoying ticking that wanted to make it abundantly clear that every tick and every tock was stripping another second off your life.
Walks. The body advances, while the mind flutters around it like a bird.
It was a walk, it was a chase, it was a symphony of time.
My mother was a restorer, she repaired broken things. I don't do that. I destroy things. I cannot go the straight line. I must destroy, rebuild, destroy again. My rhythm is not the same. My mother moved in a straight line: I go from one extreme to the other.
The path is revealed in the treading.
Time turned into a rope that unraveled as a languid spiral.
The dreary flies, lazy and casual,
Stick to the ceiling, buzz along the wall.
O heart, the spider shuffles from the mould
Weaving, between the pinks and grapes, his pall.
Sometimes the wheel turns slowly, but it turns.
Like a running blaze on a plain, like a flash of lightning in the clouds. We live in the flicker.
Pully, hauly, tug with a will; the gods wiggle waggle, but the sky stands still.
The wheel of the world swings through the same phases again and again.
Like chaos in a glass cage.
Loopy as a crochet convention.
Zaphod Beeblebrox crawled bravely along a tunnel, like the hell of a guy he was. He was very confused, but he continued crawling doggedly anyway because he was that brave.
A man today never feels so alive as when he is hurtling from one point to another on the azimuth.
Who runs in circles never gets far.
Its like threading a needle while walking on a water bed.
Around them small animals scampered along knotted cables and flaking vines, chirruping, squealing, venting yellow farts. Everywhere was animation, purpose, hurry. Momentum.
Failure or success seems to have been allotted to men by their stars. But they retain the power of wriggling, of fighting with their star or against it, and in the whole universe the only really interesting movement is the wriggle.
fishhook. It's squiggly like a worm. Something's
Like zero direction
From that moment the pendulum went into reverse
It was as if their feet ran on parallel train tracks and pulled in at the same stations at the same time, over and over.
The wheel goes round and round and round forever. Pleasure, pain, birth and death, lifetime after lifetime, it is endless. All sentient beings experience this, the endless dance of life, the lila.
The pattern appears so ethereally, that it is hard to remember that the shape is an attractor. It is not just any trajectory of a dynamical system. It is the trajectory toward which all other trajectories converge.
His cock swung from side to side like the pendulum of a grandfather clock on speed.
Day after day, we pace up and down our life the way we pace up and down a passageway.
The mind is the most capricious of insects - flitting, fluttering.