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    I think if anyone looks at the history of So Solid, you'll see that we've never stuck to one sound. We've always created from other genres, from R&B, hip-hop, bashment, jungle.

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    Life is a zoo in a jungle.

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    Lipstick Jungle' was on the air for 20 episodes - I loved 'Lipstick Jungle.

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    Public opinion, or what passes for public opinion, is not invariably a moderating force in the jungle of politics.

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    Those terrifying verbal jungles called laws are simply such directives, accumulated, codified, and systematized through the centuries.

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    Richard is a very sexy man. He's got that sort of jungle essence that one can sense." (on Richard Burton)

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    They use everything about the hog except the squeal.

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    Unrestricted individualism is the law of the beast of the jungle.

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    Writer is a monkey, jumping from one tree to another in the jungle of words.

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    What I need is a lawyer who specializes in the law of the jungle.

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    What's troubling is that because the camera is 3D, the northern part of the screen isn't necessarily north anymore. So the jungle transforms into the true meaning of a jungle. For someone with no sense of direction like myself, I get lost in the caves every time.

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    We're often so busy cutting through the undergrowth we don't even realise we're in the wrong jungle.

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    A lion does not become king of the jungle hunting mice.

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    A lion does not earn its crown quarreling with sheep.

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    A lion is not afraid of walking alone, even if the whole jungle is pursuing it.

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    A lion earns its honor in the jungle.

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    Before he could think too much he found himself inches from her lips, “Just a taste,” he whispered.

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    An elephant does not need to pick a fight to let the whole jungle know of its strength.

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    As he plods behind Cameron and Summer, he can’t help but stare at Summer’s exposed, glistening skin. His thoughts aren’t depraved or even mildly in the splasher. In fact, he focuses on the marks of cruelty crisscrossing her back, stomach, and shoulders. He trudges along, drenched, feet swollen, constantly searching for even a hint of a breeze, all while being forced to stare at the alarming network of burns traversing Summer’s delicate skin. This latticework of hate reveals a brutal truth—one he can scarcely comprehend. Yes, he’s glimpsed and felt her scars before, but this is the first time he’s really, truly seen the severity and extent of her life as a slave. With each step, he must digest the monstrosities of her past, leaving him utterly devastated.

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    But Moominmamma was quite unperturbed. "Well, well!" she said, "it seems to me that our guests are having a very good time." "I hope so," replied Moominpappa. "Pass me a banana, please dear.

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    Deep in the heart of the hot, wet African rainforest, there lives a tribe of peacemakers who share a multiplicity of pleasures and make a very special kind of love. South of the sprawling Congo River, in the midst of war-ravaged territory, some 2,000 miles from the arid Ethiopian desert where the oldest human fossils have been found, lies this lush and steamy jungle paradise, the only natural habitat of the bonobo.

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    I was moved beyond words. The train ride over the mountains from lake Titticaca to Cusco reminded me of Africa where I grew up; and 4 days walking on the Inca Trail, then more in the jungle, just magnificent - time, space, and splendour. Our planet is superb!

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    Emotion is ‘recognition’. When treasured moments are identified in the jungle of our personal history during a visual or aural encounter, we capture magic sparks from our past, arousing flashes of insight and revealing an inner flare. These instants of recognition may kindle enthralling emotion and fulfilling inspiration. (“Those journeys of love”)

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    He closed his eyes willing his desire to cool before meeting hers once more, “I am Lutalo Gund, your mate.

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    I clung tightly to Kwan’s mane as he propelled his great serpent body through the cloud banks. The cockatrice’s big green head dipped under the clouds, and I spotted an emerald island below, with dramatic peaks jutting up from the jungle. I asked the great cockatrice for the name of the isle, but he only laughed at me, saying that names changed faster than a century’s wind. That didn’t seem very fast to me, but I took his word for it.

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    I don't like sleeping in the dark jungle by myself. Ren

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    If a lion turned every time small dogs barked at it, it would be the laughing stock of the jungle.

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    Don’t be afraid of being alone; a lion does not rule the jungle with sheep at its side.

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    Exterior: the jungle. Interior: Dark night of the white man’s soul.

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    For the jungle dissolves and recreates over and over and over again, as the Hindu philosophers perceived millenniums ago and built their religion on it. All that we know of things that died more anciently than a month ago, is written in stone or brick or earthwork, or, perhaps more durable even than these, in legend.

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    He softly brushed a lock of brown hair from her face, “Believe it, liefie, it seems you are irresistible. I will have to keep my guard up if I don’t want you to be snatched away.

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    He wasn't like some of the hippies in England, where the qualification to rebel is planted by the guilt raised from being a spoilt child with a good education. He was a real hippy born from being forced to kill for his army until he was twenty one. He had long hair because the army made him shave his head. The army made him shave every day too. Now he had a beard. His face for a long time was not his own. When this guy said he was all about peace he wasn't talking about peace because his mum never got him the horse he wanted for his eighteenth birthday, he was talking about peace because he’d seen war. He talked about love because he knew hate: hate for those above him, hate for those he had served with, hate for enemies not born his but who became so and, lastly, hate for himself for how his mind had been controlled.

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    Immobile, sidérée par le voyage de cette rame – propulsée dès sa sortie de la station PRYTÆK à l’intérieur d’un conduit tubulaire façonné avec un matériau transparent et inaltérable – la jungle s’anime d’un regard métallique quand celle-ci dénude brièvement ses parois oblongues, entre deux bouquets d’arbres.

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    Looking down at her blood-stained shirt she felt numb. The world seemed to spin and the edges of her vision began to turn black. The last thing she saw before the world slipped away was the enraged face of a gorilla charging toward her.

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    Lutalo stood for a moment to catch his breath. He could still taste the sweetness of her lips and hear her breathy moans ringing in his ears. His eyes caught the mark he left on her shoulder and he couldn’t stop the grin from slipping onto his face.

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    That was the one thing he knew for certain above all else, this female was his. He knew it the moment he saw her tumble into his territory.

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    Reaching a hand up she touched her lips, “You…You kissed me,” she breathed. His chocolate brown eyes seemed to melt into amber gold as he answered, “Yes…and you kissed me back,” his slow rumble sent shivers of excitement through her.

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    The animals known as human beings live in humongous condominium blocks, just going about their daily lives. I've come to realize that it's just a modern jungle. And I'm the girl who's wandered into the forest.

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    One day I saw the big jaguar,Calypso, jump up from the sand and run quickly, snarling, into the jungle. I looked around and the monkeys were jumping and screeching in the trees. Gazing across the water I saw something moving out there, getting closer. It was a canoe with three men paddling towards my shore. I started to smile and then I worried that they might want to kill me. I ran to my house and brought out my bow and arrows. I stood there on the beach, with my feet shoulder-width apart, and prepared for their arrival.

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    red-trunked rhododendron trees looked like so many writhing russet snakes. In some places the forest floor was carpeted crimson with fallen rhododendron petals.

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    Smoky hills that loomed like ogres.

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    The fittest animal survives the jungle. The weakest animal dies even if protected.

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    The heat of a million suns shimmered from the ground and bounced off the triple canopy that loomed above and created undulating waves, that blurred a man’s vision. Knap, looking like a ghost weaved his way forward through the rays of heat.

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    The men who are dropped in a jungle or a desert and expected video games and got mundanity and depravity and friends dying like animals.

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    The jungle at night is the greatest freak show on earth. When the sun goes down the landscape welcomes a churning nightshift of murdering, slithering, creeping, fornicating, stalking, swimming, glowing life. To walk the Amazon by night is to enter a world where you are gravely disadvantaged compared to millions of sensory savants.

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    The jungle is alive. It’s dangerous as a living nightmare and brimful of hostility.

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    The night was dark and pregnant with mystical presences. It was fragrant, startled one with sudden cries and incited him with fear and awe. Still, in its blackness each man felt like a prince. They were used to it. Night after night they had walked through many paths, so they marched through the dark space like one does towards the bed of a lover. She strokes him with her dark, mysterious fingers. He leaps at her with wild passion. The gentle breeze tickles between his hairs.

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    The night was dark and pregnant with mystical presences. It was fragrant, startled one with sudden cries and incited him with fear and awe. Still, in its blackness each man felt like a prince.

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    There, about a dozen times during the day, the wind drives over the sky the swollen clouds, which water the earth copiously, after which the sun shines brightly, as if freshly bathed, and floods with a golden luster the rocks, the river, the trees, and the entire jungle.

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    There is something about this wine and a jungle river at dusk when thirsty animals approach to drink. Over there you’ll find some philosophical beginnings…