Intersectionality may well sound like some unfortunate bowel complaint resulting in copious use of a colostomy bag, and indeed it does contain a large amount of ordure.
I find that the sensation of myself as an ego inside a bag of skin is really a hallucination.
As for environmentalism, I'm only an environmentalist by accident. I live in New York, so I bike, and the closest grocery store to me sells organic produce. I also shop with a book bag because I ride a bike, and it's hard to carry the paper or plastic bags.
I fight, knock them out, have some sex and Monday I'm back to hitting bags and kicking ass.
The hard part about one being tough yet meek is the illusion of being a punching bag.
Accessories are crucial. A great bag and a piece of statement jewelry are the fastest way to elevate an otherwise understated look.
I like most kinds of music. So I haven't got a bag, as they say. . . except the big black one in the hall outside.
A bag of bones can slip through small cracks in a crowd effortlessly.
'Escargot' is French for 'fat crawling bag of phlegm'.
Sex has never been an obsession with me. It's just like eating a bag of crisps. Quite nice, but nothing marvellous.
I used to think the reason I'd like to stop letting fear run my life was that it felt so bad to be afraid, and also that it was pointless - possibly wasted, if the feared thing never did materialize. But now that fear has packed its miserable bags and is running out the door, making slamming noises to call attention to itself, I begin to see how much room fear has occupied. What opportunity opens up!
the metabolism of a consumer society requires it continually to eat and excrete, every day throwing itself away in plastic bags.
My friend says touche way too much. He's a touche bag.
Do you want to live happily? Travel with two bags, one for giving, the other for receiving.
Coming into Los Angeles, bringing in a couple of keys. Don't touch my bags, if you please Mr. Customs man.
Well when I was a kid, I asked Santa Claus for some toys. Santa Claus wrote me a letter that he lost his bag. He said he'd get back to me next year.
What do you have to do? Pack your bags, Go to the station without them, Catch the train, And leave your self behind.
Yes, and I’m sure the arena will be full of bags of flour for me to chuck at people.
News is history shot on the wing. The huntsmen from the Fourth Estate seek to bag only the peacock or the eagle of the swifting day.
I woke up, a bag of bones. Literally. They had gathered up my bones and put them in a bag and thrown the bag into a river.