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His memory perishes from the earth, and he has no name in the street.
I kicked the Martian in his otherworldly balls, and he screamed like the solar wind howling through a planetary magnetosphere
His voice is like something from a distant age, the voice of the earth itself, the voice of a tree, the voice of a stone.
I don't know where he gets his words but I like them
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
he's like someone living in a dream
tiny alien ideas sprout in his brain, like baby incisors erupting from his testicles
Amakuni once drew an old sword of his from a box, suddenly overjoyed by something he had cast aside.
He throws his heart down like a gauntlet
In the dream he laughs and says, You thought they were graceful on the ground
When he was little, he laughed in his sleep.
What I deduced from his reading matter
She is a night of dark trees, but he who is not afraid of her darkness will find banks full of roses under her cypresses
he had a dream
I like the way he reads poetry
To withhold forgiveness from a person is like drinking poison and waiting for them to die.
The Thirteen Songs From the Red Chamber Dream
His name came up like a match on wooden me
he likes to watch you walk
and now it's gone like a dream
Shimmer over bridges like the river was a dream
vanished like a book from the library
Do you mind if I crash on yr stained glass couch for, like, ever?
Mr. Lunch liked to chase birds. In fact, he was a professional.
To me he is a daisy and I keep trying to count his petals
what he carried from here to Okinawa
I like it when I dream of her. It's the only time we get to talk.
She couldn't imagine that he liked dancing
mr. T pities the fool regardless of whether he is wearing his seatbelt
Food that tastes like roses
His mouth tastes like blood and sugar.
he is too shy to write his tale
He dreams of smoke
I dreamed of her pulse long before I took it from her
Daylight separates our dreams from our flaws
I'd like it here if I could leave and see you from a long way away
The day we were married the leftover doves from his days of being a magician hummed little love songs in the attic
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
what will the internet be like five hundred years from now?
It looks like a tourism brochure photo from up here
I knew enough about him to know his name and what kind of snowball he could make
He brings me books like flowers
"I see," said the blind man to his deaf wife as he picked up his hammer and saw
Dreams are like water
He who does not forget his first love will not recognize his last
She didn't write like Emily Dickinson, but she did live in a house overlooking a cemetery, and I guess he thought that was important.
sometimes, after an adventure, he likes to sit out there and think
So he's dressed a little differently and he has a halo-like light above his head.
Let's shoot Cupid, see how he likes it
Sparkling like a star in his hand, melting like a snowflake
His mournful lamenting, like smoke on the mountains
I should ask my barber where he gets his hair cut, then go there and slowly make my way up the chain
because his heart was heavy, closing, like a tired eyelid
scattered like so many fallen rose petals
I like to imagine that Bond's firing the tank shells out of his mouth
He Never Told Me My Eyes Were Like Diamonds
When he was five, his father made him murder his imaginary friend.
The Message of King Sakis and the Legend of the Twelve Dreams He Had in One Night
He dreams between yesterdays, Cliff’s Hand Bag and Fade away blue
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
How I found peace staring up at the moon from a gutter in my dreams
Adapted From a Dream
The revolution does not put dreams on trial. Nor does it save us from nightmares.
He always dreamed about subjects such as the very nature of the soul
From the window of a car, a cigarette's a falling star, a dream within a trail of smoke
Getting an education at MIT is like trying to take a drink from a firehose
'twas the telltale tink-tock of marionettes, he felt certain, that jingle-jangled from behind her shower curtain
Staying power like no other memory, aside from love
His eyes look out at me from people that I meet
I dream of a language whose words, like fists, would fracture jaws
Like most of my dreams, that one was licensed for commercial use
Sorry to eat and run, but I've got to go stop Lincoln from killing Hitler in his crib
He learned to dance from emus but he learned to love from seraphim
It didn't matter what star it came from, just the familiar warmth of the sunlight on his face
How the Old Woman Took Care Of Candide, and How He Found the Object of His Love
if a bird is never free from his cage, then his world is only his name
She is lobbing rainbows at me from across the room and I am swallowing them like fear.
he looks hurt from behind that eye patch, the choker, the bare chest
In the end, he could quiet his mind only by dying
As I looked back, he was reveling in his own feces
Don't kill your invisible husband to see what he looks like or you'll sob your heart out. But don't worry about the millions of invisible men coming to attack your village because they won't kill you if you don't know how to fight them.
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
He's a feminist. He tells that to all his mistresses.
Of King Sigmund's last battle, and of how he must yield up his sword again
How many times has God twiddled his thumbs before he put vertebrates on the Earth?
Tucker: The Man And His Dream
Meanwhile, the PILOT, who has been laughing hysterically through the entire sequence, finally loses it. He falls out of his chair and bangs his head against the panel, causing the ship to lose control and crash into a nearby planet
He probably builds trebuchets still: Satan needs to modernize, like totally!
judge a captain not by his shipwrecks, but by whether or not he blames the sea
My friend is dating someone who likes him far more than he likes her
he looks a little like you... so i would rather talk about other pretty girls
She wore a bit more makeup than he generally liked
He Would Close His Eyes, and the World Would Burn.
He began to learn that waste flows downstream. Imagine his surprise.
Even as he watched the sea rise up like anger
He made a way to his anger
He tells me that I could have his heart and I want to take it right then, slip it into my pocket and run
He just left his body
Of course I refused, afraid of what his hands might feel like
i like his madness
He Looked Like the Summer
He smokes like a fish and drinks like a chimney
So I'm wrestling with the demoness while the priest is trying not to soil his vestments, and Faust is just sitting there like an idiot
Your words like warm water, his words like salt
his whole life, like a thundercloud, out in front of him
waiting for his arms to fold like wings around her
Since his eyes were like perfect packed suitcases
If a frog had wings, he wouldn't kick his tail when he jumped
St. Robinson in His Cadillac Dream
From a dream to a nightmare
The boat dreams from the hill
An hour later, I swing my leg over his and we dream of being young
FTP from my dreams
Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House
Mice will continue to dream of Cats shedding claws from radiation sickness
Dreams From My Father
Dissolve like dreams.
dreams that come sporadically in the night like Viking longships to burn you to the ground and steal your rationality
Distilled from Dreams
I'd like some dreams too
if dreams are like movies then memories are films about ghosts
She said I dreamed like dead men
Find someone who dreams about people like you
He said 'tentacle porn', so I stuck my dick in a toaster and went from there
Leonardo Dreams of his Flying Machine
You can only watch as his heart is coaxed from his chest to his sleeve
What it feels like to eject from a jet fighter
From each according to his abilities, to each according to his needs
Letter from Nicola Sacco to his counsel, August 18, 1924
sunset rainwater turns her sidewalk chalk-art into a sherbert delight; a surprise gift from chaos that tumbles her like tinkling bells onto the wet grass
giant surface music falling to earth like jewels from the sky
Any sufficiently nice person is indistinguishable from someone who likes you
From 'The Seven Dreams Of The Golden Unicorn' by Reynold Cosby
Like a Dream (2)
Twinkle, twinkle, like a star. Does love flourish from afar?
If her secrets spilled from her eyes into his
heart medications which all have names like alien military from other planets
scattering, like flower petals or crowds from the sound of a gunshot
Madness drips from the walls like the wax of weeping candles, and written in the residue is the question: Where Are You Now?
From the brightness before Him passed His thick clouds
The Architect Erects his Time-Proof Temple from the Inside
Oedipus-Schmedipus, as long as he loves his mother
He's dead, Jim. You grab his wallet, I'll grab his tricorder.
The promise of life. This he stole from himself as well.
I crave it like well water, pulled up from the deep
The Man Who Flew Into Space From His Apartment
He Died with a Felafel in His Hand
"He" is actually a buxom blonde bisexual sorority girl. The net is like that.
This guy in the computer lab who looks like he should be a doctor
I'm not HIS sister; he's MY brother
He flops over and bonks his head
As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
It's not so much that I like him as a person God, but as a boy he's very handsome
He weaves his words
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
He will have the taste of warm ripe fruit in his mouth
He lived in southern California with his tanned, powdered mother
I'm the only person who'd ever told him to his face he was beautiful.
I saved his life. He does not know it.
He had a prison of brass built in the hole, and then, when it was finished, he locked up his daughter
He Had Not Where To Lay His Head
A rose from night sprang living
He was like the bottle of Champagne Krug
he smokes like a cello plays
It's easier to kick a praying man, because he's on his knees already
Don't believe the florist when he tells you that the roses are free.
It is safe to say that I'm going to get my payback if he is anything like me.
He wakes up everyday, puts an empty gun in his mouth, and pulls the trigger.
He found a liquid cure for his landlocked blues
He is honest and forthright with strangers. He reserves his lies for his family
why is the great man great? he keeps on running through a world of his own.
Like a Dream
Post-War Dream

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