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I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
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.
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
Nostalgic for a time that I never experienced and for a person I never was
Susan Goldman, who has cervical cancer, is partly thankful as she braces herself but changes her mind as she's sprayed with burning jet fuel.
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
It was a dream. But it wasn't a dream.
The gun is good. The penis is evil. The penis shoots seeds, and makes new life, and poisons the earth with a plague of men, as once it was. But the gun shoots death, and purifies the earth of the filth of brutals. Go forth and kill!
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
It wasn't so much a trip down memory lane as it was me carjacking someone's memorymobile and speeding off down the freeway, but I digress.
There was silence in my heart, but you found a way to break it.
She really does want to clap along, but at the same time she doesn't want to let the bird get out.
But I'm a good person! Yeah great you wanna help me with this or what?
What the hell was she thinking?
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
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
She Spoke in Nothing But Lies
Because, perhaps she was cold
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
'T Was Such a Little, Little Boat
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
I learned never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it.
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
He was born with the gift of logic but the inability to use it
I didn't have the heart to tell him I was lying about taco night, but at least the hellhound made some friends
The real horror was not what had been redacted, but the reasons why.
One big happy random assortment of truckstop trinkets
There is no Goddess but Goddess and She is Your Goddess
/but what was the question?
I am that person I was watching
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
I'm the only person who'd ever told him to his face he was beautiful.
i thought i was special, but it was you
How Gudrun cast herself into the Sea, but was brought ashore again
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
She is and was
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
Food which was intended as such by nature
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
she was waylaid by an octopus
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
It's not so much that I like him as a person God, but as a boy he's very handsome
strange and too short but I was lonely
I'm poor, but I'm happy
The Marlboro Man died of cancer, but he wasn't a rocket scientist when he was healthy, ha ha ha.
Once upon a time there was an ocean but now there is a mountain range.
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
She's smarter than me but she's also more quiet, therefore she has no personality which makes me feel better
Small but still a person
I was pretty sure that wasn't how slasher films were supposed to end, but you won't see me complaining.
Not just Everything, but INFINITE TURBO EVERYTHING HAPPY FISH
He had fallen in love, but I'm pretty sure the hellhound was only in it for the belly rubs
A person is smart, but people are dumb, panicky animals
It was hormones, it was hormones, but it was valid
the desert was once alive, but I don't remember it
But she heard it
I was in heaven, I was in hell. Believed in niether but feared them as well.
There's a sign on the wall. But she wants to be sure. Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
So happy she drools
I thought he was a man but he was just a little boy
there are people who are gone but wanted me to be happy
She was locked in time
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
I was a homeless bum
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
Renee was a princess (person) mp3 (recording)
one was giving me the eye but nothing came of it
I am sorry but when you were talking I was admiring the shape of your lips and evaluating their kissability
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She was so tall, and I was so in love
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
I died for Beauty -- but was scarce
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
They wrote it all in perl but it was mostly system calls
She was coming out as he was going in.
She Was 18, It Was Summer
She knew what she was doing
She was free
I didn't know such things when I was young
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
Besides the part where she was the only one
She was too beautiful to be human
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
I was once smaller than a jellybean, but now look at me - I am macroscopic!
She hated the screen porch, but she loved the heat
Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
I'm cold, but I'm happy
Somebody told me a story. It was pretty but boring. It was Saturday night, my stories usually end up that way.
A language full of words she understands, but does not know the sound of, yet.
I was burned and bleeding, but the galaxy still spun on
The Firestone dealership was full to the brim with cars. But I reasoned I would need a boat, since my desire was to go to Ireland. Just then a harsh reminder surfaced; water is expensive in hell.
I bought an orange, but it was a grapefruit
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She could hit four octaves above high-C, but she never performed in public
I note that she is pretty, but we are off into the city, my werewolf friend and I
I would have tried, but Charlotte kept Charlotte in the world of Charlotte and she barely heard me
when I am King, we will have no such things, but, my lads, if the old king my father were dead, we would be all kings.
It's too bad she won't live. But then again, who does?
She Looks Good, but She Has an Ugly Heart
but you had his eyes and that was sort of almost enough
A woman has 30 ways of laughing, but only 1 way in which she cries.
she doesn't write, doesn't tell you stories, but somehow it's her words that spring to mind at those crucial, terrifying moments, and for that you are eternally grateful
I was shaking, but not from the cold
She might not need me. But then again she might.
The virgin was looking apprehensive about the whole ordeal, but for the right amount of cash anyone will take on a horse
The serpent was in the garden again, but there weren't any apples left in the tree, so I figured things were cool.
Hours pass, but she still counts the minutes
All right. She can fly circles around Uranus, but where's the bathroom?
I'm happy but you don't like me
we went to the stars, but all we found was ourselves
Noding for Numbers sure was silly, but it sure is better than Dada Fascism
the fire burned and burned; it was so great and now so much time has passed and the fire is still burning, but it requires attendance
There Is No Such Thing As Light/There Is No Such Thing As Darkness/This Shadow Is An Illusion/But Illusions Are Still Real/And I Still Must Step Out Of It
Once upon a time there was light in my life, but now there's only love in the dark
The Box Said 'Do NOT Open" But The Seal Was Already Broken
i might look like a grown person, but i'm just a tiny confused scientist
no island, but you're not a big happy archipelago either
I don't know what he was listening for, but he wasn't listening
but fuck, it was Sunday and the church bells hadn't even called the faithful
There was a lot of blood, but the boys needed it
There was a time when I was a better person
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
She was steady
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
If I was a good person
In a quiet grove of pines under a frosty sky, he helped her out of the sack. She wore severe white hospital pajamas and was beautiful.
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
To a girl who thought she was moving away
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She always was devious in her beauty
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
It all turned out all right but there was so much pain along the way
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
When she was bad
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Oh, no. Look, you've gone and made me optimistic. I was before, but now it is showing.
Lots of MIPS but no I/O
I Kissed "Weird Al" Yankovic and All I Got Was This Lousy T-shirt
Why mirrors reverse left and right, but not up and down
I may not have had enough of me but I've had enough of you

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