Then I place the blade next to the skine on my palm. A tingle arced across my scalp. The flood tipped up at me and my body spiraled away. Then I was on the ceiling looking down, waiting to see what would happen next. What happened next was thet a perfect, straight line of blood bloomed from under the blade. The line grow into a long, Fat bubbel, A lush crimson bubbel that got bigger and bigger. I watch from above, waiting to see how big it would get before it burst. when it did, I felt awesome. Satisfied, finally. Then exhausted.
As we shave it happens that we cut ourself with the razor blade; this does not mean that we must not shave in the morning any longer. It is the same thing for yoga.
Are we going to debate philosophy or should I just kiss and make up with the demon now? Let it get a good shot at your throat so it can rip it out? (Xypher) Put him down mercifully. (Kat) Yes, Queenie. I’ll make sure and use a cushioned blade. (Xypher)
I'm big and a lot of the stars are smaller so if you're big and mean looking, you play bad guys. After Blade Runner, I was the meanest guy in Hollywood.
I have a scar on my left thigh, kind of almost near my knee. I essentially fell in the 2002 Olympics and when I hit the wall - because of the impact - my right leg kind of came in at like a knife-type angle and stabbed my leg with my own skate blade.
Need to sharpen my blade. Make it shiny, gleamy, and oh, so. . . deadly.
You and I are just like a blade of grass sitting here; we are going to wither and die. "But the word of the Lord endures forever"
Steel True, Blade Straight.
Anger is like the blade of a butcher knife - very difficult to hold on to for long without harming yourself.
There is not one blade of grass, there is no color in this world that is not intended to make us rejoice.
The fulness of the godhead dwelt in every blade of grass.
This hand, to tyrants ever sworn the foe, For Freedom only deals the deadly blow; Then sheathes in calm repose the vengeful blade, For gentle peace in Freedom's hallowed shade.
I want you here. I don't care if it's a hundred degrees and every blade of grass dies. Without you, none of that matters to me.
It was only when you left it alone that a tree might treat you as a friend. After the blade bit in, you had yourself a war.
Then I placed the blade next to the skin on my palm. A tingle arched across my scalp. The floor tipped up at me and my body spilled away. Then I was on the ceiling looking down, waiting to see what would happen next.
Tradition is like the tether which prevents an animal from getting a blade of grass beyond the length of that tether
Everything dies, from the smallest blade of grass to the biggest galaxy.
Teen problem novels? I can go through them like a box of chocolates. And there are fantasy books out now that need a lot more editing. Fantasy got to be so popular that people began to think 'We don't need to be as diligent with the razor blade,' but they do.
There are still eight of us,” Guy pointed out. “Not exactly an even fight. ” “I was thinking the same thing,” Mauvin said. “Sadly, there’s no one else here we can ask to join your side. ” Guy looked at Mauvin, then Hadrian, for a long moment as the men glared across the ash at each other. Then he nodded and lowered his blade. “Well, I can see I’ll have to report your misconduct to the archbishop. ” “Go ahead,” Hadrian said. “His body is buried with the rest of them just down the hillside.
This, milord, is my family's axe. We have owned it for almost nine hundred years, see. Of course, sometimes it needed a new blade. And sometimes it has required a new handle, new designs on the metalwork, a little refreshing of the ornamentation. . . but is this not the nine hundred-year-old axe of my family? And because it has changed gently over time, it is still a pretty good axe, y'know. Pretty good.
