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my-mother-never-met-gadget-she-didnt-like-there-were-tube-pans-for-baking-angel-food-cakes-my-father-could-have-after-his-first-heart-attack-bundt-pans-loaf-pans-baking-pans-gril
have-we-outgrown-our-peter-pans-and-wings
sometimes-people-say-to-you-that-you-should-try-to-be-in-bigger-film-but-its-way-it-pans-out-dougray-scott
you-should-hit-him-in-face-with-frying-pans-more-often-said-rhys-he-seems-to-like-it-laurell-k-hamilton
in-terms-pots-pans-i-just-use-basics-im-not-snob-like-that-aerin-lauder
i-was-playing-with-sound-like-i-would-have-played-with-pots-pans-as-kid-buffy-saintemarie
i-think-physicists-are-the-peter-pans-of-the-human-race-they-never-grow-up-and-they-keep-their-curiosity
if-ifs-ands-were-pots-pans-thered-be-no-work-for-tinkers-hands-charles-kingsley
militant-mothers-hiding-in-basement-using-pots-pans-as-their-shields-their-helmets-alice-cooper
get-out-from-that-kitchen-rattle-those-pots-pans-well-roll-my-breakfast-cause-im-hungry-man-big-joe-turner
the-internet-is-like-a-goldrush-the-only-people-making-money-are-those-who-sell-the-pans
even-my-work-largest-pots-pans-id-placed-under-my-lifes-leaking-ceiling-had-become-to-small-to-contain-my-misery-joseph-oneill
lord-all-pots-pans-things-make-me-saint-by-getting-meals-washing-up-plates-brother-lawrence
i-got-rid-all-my-non-stick-pots-pans-anything-that-had-kind-toxic-surface-in-terms-cooking
and-mattithiah-one-of-the-levites-who-was-the-firstborn-of-shallum-the-korahite-had-the-set-office-over-the-things-that-were-made-in-the-pans
it-doesnt-matter-if-critic-pans-praises-my-movies-i-am-only-concerned-about-that-one-audience-member-what-their-experience-is
let-there-be-no-disappointment-when-obedience-keeps-you-busy-in-outward-tasks-if-it-sends-you-to-kitchen-remember-that-lord-walks-among-pots-pans-teresa-avila
to-get-roaster-clean-send-something-like-baked-apples-in-it-to-neighbor-neighbors-always-return-pans-spotless-you-wont-have-to-use-blow-torch-on-phyllis-diller
they-roasted-passover-animals-over-fire-as-prescribed-boiled-holy-offerings-in-pots-caldrons-pans-served-them-quickly-to-all-people-2-chronicles-3513
badlands-is-tangible-record-lot-sounds-were-actual-things-they-were-pots-pans-they-were-rocks-they-were-voices-instruments-used-in-way-to-create-landscape-sound
in-my-head-scenes-are-shot-from-certain-angles-there-are-camera-pans-all-that-kind-stuff-converting-those-visuals-to-comic-format-was-mostly-matter-adapting-them-to-rhythm-paneli
i-was-bored-at-school-bored-in-lot-kitchens-it-seemed-like-all-i-was-doing-was-putting-things-into-saute-pans
damn-words-theyre-just-pots-pans-life-pails-scrubbingbrushes-i-wish-i-didnt-have-to-think-in-words-edith-wharton
my-ear-is-not-working-my-poetry-ear-i-cant-write-line-that-doesnt-sound-like-pots-pans-falling-out-cupboard-jane-kenyon
mixin-with-my-moms-in-kitchen-them-spoons-rattlin-pots-pans-faucet-water-pourin-tunes-managin-they-come-from-all-fussin-ramblin-what-i-noticed-was-hi-tek
when-i-was-in-college-i-used-to-write-little-ditties-short-stories-poetry-for-my-friends-writing-book-is-another-thing-it-is-much-different-from-my-traditional-day-dirty-fingerna
ive-had-ongoing-fantasy-about-being-interviewed-on-like-60-minutes-type-show-about-this-really-inspiring-woman-that-can-do-anything-with-fake-leg-and-then-camera-pans-out-im-just
pot-itself-has-nothing-to-do-with-pots-pans-but-comes-from-mexicanspanish-word-potiguaya-which-means-marijuana-leaves-and-marijuana-is-mexification-mary-jane-for-reasons-that-eve
dont-wear-loud-clanging-bangles-at-work-its-disruptive-noisy-your-coworkers-wont-appreciate-it-bangles-should-have-gentle-windchimey-tinkle-not-padma-lakshmi
ive-never-seen-anyone-handling-pans-in-streets-new-york-if-i-did-i-doubt-id-give-them-money-unless-i-needed-pan-i-do-give-money-to-homeless-people-whether-they-ask-no
these-blithering-women-who-thought-they-could-do-mans-work-why-hell-couldnt-they-stay-at-home-mind-their-pots-pans-stick-to-their-frocks-gossip-ian-fleming
WE SMELLED THE GREASEPAINT IN THE AIR, THEY STUMBLED INTO TOWN LAST NIGHT, COMPLETELY UNAWARE, CLAD IN SHIRTS OF MESH AND WITH MASCARA ON THEIR EYES WE SAW A KEYBOARD PLAYER AND WE KNEW THEY HAD TO DIE. THEY PLAYED A SHOW AT IVAN'S INN, FROM UNDERNEATH THE STAGE WE HEARD THE CATERWAULING DIN, THEY SANG OF FORESTS, ELVES, AND TROLLS, THE URGE TO KILL THEM ON THE SPOT WE BARELY COULD CONTROL AFTER THE SHOW THEY ALL GOT DRUNK, APPARENTLY TO CELEBRATE A SET THAT REALLY STUNK, TO THE GRAVEYARD THEY PREDICTABLY PAID CALL, THESE LORDS OF CHAOS WHINED ABOUT THEIR TOUR BUS BEING SMALL THEY SPOKE OF NORWAY AND 'THE SCENE' THE SOUND OF LAUGHING GHOULS REVERBERATED THROUGH THE TREES 'WE SHOULD TAKE SOME PICTURES!' THE ONE IN CHAIN MAIL SAID, 'THAT'S IT.' CREMATOR GROWLED, 'IT'S TIME THESE IDIOTS WERE DEAD.' THEY SCATTERED LIKE RATS WHEN THEY SAW GHOUL ATTACK, THE DRUMMER WAS THE FIRST TO GO, A HOOK IN HIS BACK MACHETES WERE SINKING INTO PAINTED FLESH CARNAGE AND GORE SOAKING LEATHER AND MESH THE KEYBOARDIST BEGGED BUT FERMENTOR JUST LAUGHED WE HACKED OFF HIS HANDS AND THEN CHOPPED HIM IN HALF THE VOCALIST WAS STRANGLED WITH HIS VERY GUTS HIS FEMALE BACK-UP EXPIRED FROM HER CUTS SPLATTERING BRAIN PANS AS A MATTER OF COURSE VIOLENTLY MURDERING WITH NO FUCKING REMORSE THEIR BASSIST, TO A BOOBYTRAP, PAID A TOLL HIS HEAD HAVING GAINED FIVE OR SIX EXTRA HOLES THE BLOOD FROM HIS MOUTH MADE A HOT, STEAMY TREAT WE SAVOURED THE MOMENT, THEN SAWED OFF HIS FEET BOTH OF THE GUITARISTS MADE A RUN FOR THE GATE DIGESTOR CUT THEM OFF AND SEALED THEIR FATE ONE OF THEM CRIED WHILE THE OTHER WAS KILLED, HIS TEARS DID NO GOOD AS HIS SKULL WAS STILL DRILLED SLICING AND DICING, OUR FANATIC OBSESSION OF SLAUGHTERING POSEURS, WE'VE MADE A PROFESSION IN OUR FORBIDDEN... FORBIDDEN CRYPTS!!!

Ghoul
we-smelled-the-greasepaint-in-the-air-they-stumbled-into-town-last-night-completely-unaware-clad-in-shirts-of-mesh-and-with-mascara-on-their-eyes-we-ghoul
There was just enough room for the tonga to get through among the bullock-carts, rickshaws, cycles and pedestrians who thronged both the road and the pavement-which they shared with barbers plying their trade out of doors, fortune-tellers, flimsy tea-stalls, vegetable-stands, monkey-trainers, ear-cleaners, pickpockets, stray cattle, the odd sleepy policeman sauntering along in faded khaki, sweat-soaked men carrying impossible loads of copper, steel rods, glass or scrap paper on their backs as they yelled 'Look out! Look out!' in voices that somehow pierced though the din, shops of brassware and cloth (the owners attempting with shouts and gestures to entice uncertain shoppers in), the small carved stone entrance of the Tinny Tots (English Medium) School which opened out onto the courtyard of the reconverted haveli of a bankrupt aristocrat, and beggars-young and old, aggressive and meek, leprous, maimed or blinded-who would quietly invade Nabiganj as evening fell, attempting to avoid the police as they worked the queues in front of the cinema-halls. Crows cawed, small boys in rags rushed around on errands (one balancing six small dirty glasses of tea on a cheap tin tray as he weaved through the crowd) monkeys chattered in and bounded about a great shivering-leafed pipal tree and tried to raid unwary customers as they left the well-guarded fruit-stand, women shuffled along in anonymous burqas or bright saris, with or without their menfolk, a few students from the university lounging around a chaat-stand shouted at each other from a foot away either out of habit or in order to be heard, mangy dogs snapped and were kicked, skeletal cats mewed and were stoned, and flies settled everywhere: on heaps of foetid, rotting rubbish, on the uncovered sweets at the sweetseller's in whose huge curved pans of ghee sizzled delicioius jalebis, on the faces of the sari-clad but not the burqa-clad women, and on the horse's nostrils as he shook his blinkered head and tried to forge his way through Old Brahmpur in the direction of the Barsaat Mahal.

Vikram Seth
there-was-just-enough-room-for-tonga-to-get-through-among-bullockcarts-rickshaws-cycles-pedestrians-who-thronged-both-road-pavementwhich-they-shared-with-barbers-plying-their-tra
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