enlargening

So blue, that life could not exist in the fragile shape of his heart, blue veins outlining an ever enlargening circumference containing inside, the soft unfurling flower.

By this Time of Year on Mars, the Flora is in Bloom Amy Geeleher 2011

To me, it is a mind cracking, soul buffeting, life enlargening realization.

The 'Future of God' Debate Dr. Jean Houston 2010

This differential plus the fact that Diesel in SA is approximately R2,00 a litre results in many road freight vehicles travelling North (and increasing numbers do) enlargening their tanks and only filling on the other side of the border - losing us turnover and government revenue.

ANC Daily News Briefing 1996

Instead of this, the State will now finance the interest on the loans through a once-off enlargening of the budget deficit.

ANC Daily News Briefing 1993

Figure 41 Rounding on the vise 1 sheet, 2 intermediate metal plate for enlargening the bending radius, 3 bending die

5. Bending Techniques B. Zierenberg 1990

Something, an as yet indefinite shadowy Something, loomed in the background of the enlargening space.

Scottish Ghost Stories Elliott O'Donnell 1918

Since Thatcher, the attitude appears to have shifted and 'New Labour', as the party has called itself since Tony Blair took leadership seems to favour large corporations and supports civil servants (and the enlargening of goverment) at the expense of smaller business, agriculture and other organisations that are too small to have a voice.

Original Signal - Transmitting Buzz 2009

I've been caught in two torrential rainstorms in my life, you know, the kind where it's pitch black and the winds are 50 mph and your winter coat weighs 40 pounds because of the water and it's hailing and for the first time in your life you're actually scared of lightning and you see it hit a tree across the highway and you're surprised to see sparks and green sparks and you're dying and the damn store and your apartment are at equal distance from your current location and nobody in the world knows you're here or cares I might add and damn it's so friggin cold and man just walking forward is taking tremendous effort and gah it's debilitating and you can jog but that lasts about 10 feet and you're not making progress in any discernible way and a car goes by and water on your face and the rain coming down in sheets and you've already been up for 25 hours with a 2 hour nap and you know you have to work a Friday night all by yourself with the outrageous busyness caused by horrid rainstorms and your clothes were soaked 20 minutes ago in the first minute of the rain when it wasn't even raining hard and soaked hardly describes the volume of water you're carrying around in a desperate attempt to make one more step then another then another agonizing over wanting and needing to be out and the lightning and there is NO place to hide from the weather and you can't even really see anything and the harsh hail and near-freezing raindrops slapping your face take your breath away every time and you're not crying but you're screaming and "ohhh GAHH oh GAHHHH" and how much longer how long will it take and another car and splash and why don't they stop and you know what's waiting for you is some mean pissed-off second shifters who will be leaving the store a disaster and giving you the evil stares of hatred and wishing they could smash you like the insect they think of you as and telling the manager how late you were that is if you ever make it and you manage to turn and manage to look and while you've been thinking you've only gone what 100 feet and now you're remembering childhood fearfulness not age 11 but age 3 and that lightning is just too threatening and you actually start to wonder what it's all for and at the end of your energy and your last nerve you sit down in the swirling mud and just want to die but not of hypothermia and not of a lightning strike and not of ever-enlargening hail to the head and not of a tornado but how about a nice lethal injection in a nice warm dry pleasingly lit room with a very solid ceiling wearing dry and lightweight clothes with no hail and not even the ceiling fan for wind and plenty of rest and no lightning and at long last instead of screaming you cry loudly and pathetically and you want your Mom and Dad and a roof and the weather channel and you stay there having the worst weather-related hour of your otherwise relatively dry and safe but still of course pretty awful life for quite a while and you're having a lucid hallucination which you guess is your grief-addled brain's desperate attempt at a defense mechanism ...

kevynwight Diary Entry kevynwight 2000