And the fly's body carries
a tiny human head that squeaks, «Help me!»
Not exact matches
We visited the canecutters» living quarters, smelled the stench of
human waste, watched the prostitutes cavort, stuck our
heads into the
tiny rooms crowded with bunk beds, and spoke with an old man whose foot had been infected for several years.
In the first weeks and months, parents often scratch their
heads and wonder what to do all day with a
tiny human who can't DO much.
From her
head to her toes (or ankles, rather), women can experience the upside of carrying around a
tiny human in her belly without having to suffer too much.
As a fellow mother, I feel it is my duty to give you a
heads up on some of the wonky pregnancy symptoms your body may experience in the process of creating a
tiny human:
Whereas
humans make that calculation in about 10 microseconds, the fly, with its
tiny head, does the math in almost a thousandth of that time ¿ 50 nanoseconds.
Each bundle of
human brain cells is so
tiny that it could fit on the
head of a pin.
Something like a Google Earth for the inside of the
human head, the atlas will make it possible for neuroscientists (or anyone else) to inspect large features of neuronal architecture, or
tiny details down to the level of the cell.
If you're a rational
human being, then you probably have a
tiny voice in your
head that tells you why certain things are possible and other things...
Ever since a
tiny Jonathan Lipnicki prattled on about the weight of the
human head in «Jerry Maguire,» a parade of overzealous kid prodigies have appeared on - screen and quickly worn out their welcomes.
When he opens his mouth to talk, we see the
tiny discolored teeth, hear that odd, halting, barely
human cadence, and we want to
head for the hills.
When you self - publish, if feels like you have to do it all: write, market, organize, tweet, Facebook, Instagram... Add to that keeping
tiny humans alive, and you hang your
head and admit, sadly, no, I can't do it all.
But unlike the
human infant, the soft spot on a
tiny dog's
head never closes.
I like that they made her taller than most of the male characters but she no longer resembles a
human being (or Amazon created out of clay); with no waist, a rear the size of a wood mouse, tits the size of cruise missiles filled with cream cheese, arms of Hulk Hogan and a
tiny head the size of a squash ball.
Chicago - based artist duo Edwige Massart and Xavier Wynn (previously) sculpt cross-sections of
human heads that are organized into compartments of
tiny objects.