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• Does this smell like nerve gas to you?
• I do not like the sky night or day and keep my eyes on the yellow lines heading under the car
• The Clouds of Magellan, so oft pursued by night balloonists.
• Thinking I could do it by myself and learning I couldn't.
• I don't know why but I always love episodes without words. like just something about them makes me feel calm or something..
• She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
• And then night was here, after a day of measured breathing, and I could forget about breathing because the waiting was done
• Here's what I hope to do with the Everything code or with something like it
• how do you feel about miniature lazy susans behind glass
• Can we still like each other knowing the worst about each other?
• I know them by the trucks they drive, the names they call each other, the tattoos on hot, shirtless days, the music they blast after lunch, to get through the rest of the day.
• You, standing
• Do my skinned knees prove something about me?
• i don't spend a lot of time thinking about what it feels like to be gored by a chainsaw
• You smell desperate. I like that about you.
• How I feel is like a burning sun behind clouds of rain
• Something to remember me by
• In Africa we do not sing about bitches and hoes, we sing about the pains and beauty of the world.
• maybe it's the writing about something that makes it great
• I know something about love
• Talking about love is like dancing about architecture
• do you think about me as much as i think about you?
• This guy tipped his waitress a dollar with a dick drawn on it. What happened next left me questioning everything I ever thought about income inequality.
• Fly by Night
• The Punk Meets the Godfather, Part One: Do My Converse look okay? And other preconceptions by a hippie kid
• The Man Felt an Iron Hand Grasp Him by the Hair, at the Nape. Not One Hand, a Hundred Hands Seized Him, Each by the Hair, and Tore Him Head to Foot, the Way You Tear Up a Sheet of Paper, Into Hundreds of Little Pieces
• Dos and Don'ts For Talking to Children About Abuse
• If you really care about someone, do not tell her to fuck off
• A Book about Me, by Me Myself
• words about the wordless, like planets around the sun
• i could write a book about the things i don't know
• Like hands on a clock tell time without thinking about how long it's been
• Ten "extra toppings" received by the "20 fun things to do while ordering a pizza" guy
• These women who must live like the high Sierra white pine, fed somehow by the alpine wind
• We grow by choosing what we keep and what we leave behind.
• While Shepherds Watched Their Flocks
• Regulations, and echoes left by ghosts
• There is no weirdness like the weirdness of a novel written by a mathematician
• leaving by night
• Worry not about the cars that go by
• Forget what you think you know about the opposite sex
• i do not worry about
• A late night poem about nostalgia
• Tell me a story about clouds
• My body is a battlefield, and all my breasts ever do is argue about existentialism
• I didn't have the heart to tell him I was lying about taco night, but at least the hellhound made some friends
• Left Behind
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• What can a reed do but sway about and love?
• You can learn a lot about a person by how they act at an Airport
• Determine your sexual preference by smell
• Where do they go when they walk out and leave the body behind?
• Venice by night
• When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
• And our cars all jumped forward like bottles on a table thumped by a drunk
• In the darkness, where we could barely see
• Making the Movies XXVII Taking Exteriors by Night
• What it's like to be raided by the FBI
• by people who know what salsa should taste like
• Obscured By Clouds
• Love by Night's Fire
• Werewolf by Night
• How to determine whether a number is divisible by 9
• In the left corner, behind the filing cabinet...
• They don't realize they're talking about death but I can hear it behind their voices
• Do men think about sex all day long?
• I'll give you something to cry about
• What to do about trolls
• Tell me a story about a burro, standing atop a mesa, surrounded by a flock of geese, being fed by a weathered old man wearing nothing but a Jimmy hat
• It is a strange thing to wake up every day and do things you care nothing about
• A lie only hurts when it's told by people you care about
• how do I air an attitude gripe about family?
• the morning snowdrops fall like dew in the sunlight and fill my heart with their icy cold and all i can think about is you
• Writing about music is like dancing about architecture
• What dogs dream about
• It's gone, aint nothing you can do about it now
• Tell me a story about taking whatever you could get
• if dreams are like movies then memories are films about ghosts
• There's something inherently sad about a park with no kids in it
• How to argue about something you don't know literally a single thing about
• tell me about the outside world. what part of it that i do not understand hurt you?
• Something I thought only I thought about
• London Beckoned Songs about Money Written by Machines
• Blossoms left behind
• i like it when we talk about the deep stuff
• I will fucking REMOVE your writeups about Cloud Strife and how he's cool and mysterious and shit
• My first and last attempt at a one night stand was raided by the police
• What do girls think about guys who think about what other people think about girls and what they do?
• A rose by any other name would smell as sweet
• Slowly seduced by the impending night
• When I see you, I remember what we shared, and what you left behind.
• Night By Night
• You meant for this node to be read by me, and I would like to respond
• Conventional views about human cloning
• Guided at night by factory lights
• Anyone could know just by watching her silent moves
• What do you think about Human Clothing?
• Don't talk about your mamma like that
• In the end, he could quiet his mind only by dying
• feeling like a failure by meeting goals
• No Child left behind
• Three Puerto Rican girls walked by like accordion music under the trees, looking like they'd accept nothing less than perfection.
• Good Friday Agreement : Comparable Steps by the Irish Government
• Buffalo By Night
• What it's like to be questioned by the FBI
• Grace and Fury walk with you, call each by name when the other has failed
• The dubious distinction of being criticized from the left by the Ku Klux Klan
• Days go by like sweet summer breeze; I don't know I... can't feel them anymore
• Incarnation, a poem (or something) by polyseeme
• She walked by his desk and left a nickel
• A Summer Night
• Taught all this by the ghosts, in a single night
• A regiment of intellectual ghosts walks the streets of this working class city, casting dignity, reason, and courage into each soul they pass by
• The lonely ones will find each other by the heat of their bodies
• By my balls, I do swear.
• Something about parts of you
• No noder left behind
• There's something about a funeral
• What caterpillars dream about during metamorphosis
• Kisses your lips like the world is about to end
• Why do we love songs about misery?
• Last night I dreamed about television. I woke up crying.
• teen drinking
• I knew enough about him to know his name and what kind of snowball he could make
• Does your soul cast about like an old paper bag?
• Deals well with ambiguity: a savagely long writeup about why boys are not like girls and other things
• There is nothing left to cry about
• if I can't be with you, then I'll write about you, or I'll write about something else
• If you're going to complain about store policy, don't do it to the employees!
• I always liked the breasts that talked about existentialism.
• If I could be anything I'd be water and I'd be wild about it.
• The Number: A Completely Different Way To Think About the Rest Of Your Life
• About the things you could not show her
• When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
• let me tell you something about ghosts
• Something glorious is about to happen. A reckoning.
• I am in a heavy metal band. What do I sing about? (category)
• I am in a heavy metal band. What do I sing about?
• Tell me what you don't like about yourself.
• painting yourself into a corner today is better than spending a week thinking about painting
• Notes on What's What and on What it Might be Reasonable to do about Whats What
• A story about a person I do not know
• There is something about airports and bus terminals
• Something was about to happen.
• Libertarian views on age of consent laws
• he looks a little like you... so i would rather talk about other pretty girls
• A memory about Mia's first week
• There's something about cats... (category)
• Everything is about a week away from paying off
• What I do not understand about rural resentment
• something about bees
• Find someone who dreams about people like you
• We worried about the fire and the night
• there must be something positive about this; I just can't think of it at the moment
• i dream about you every night
• There's something terribly romantic about addiction
• what's the point of having other peoples' thoughts about something?
• What Do We Do About Moscow?
• Bragging about a high IQ is way worse than bragging about having a large dick. The latter can at least be demonstrably used for something and be put to good use.
• There's something about a church that just gives you the need to giggle
• a boy cries behind the bright screen of his phone; another lays mumbling about a ballads of his misfortune
• The Girl I Left Behind Me
• Things left behind
• 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.
• Rapidly advancing dairy technology has left me behind
• There's nothing more annoying than to try to rebel against someone who's totally supportive about whatever you want to do
• and what about now? are your eyes open? do you know what the risks are?
• Snatched away, like the Lindberg baby, who everyone talked about, which explains my lifelong fear of ladders.
• the ghostly tools that dance behind my closed eyes, you will grasp like hammers
• Pandeism and the world of Left Behind
• No One Gets Left Behind
• What do you leave behind?
• Do not put this product into the rectum by using fingers or any mechanical device or applicator
• What to do if you're stopped by the police
• Is There Something About Bangkok I Should Maybe Know About?
• No Child Left Behind Act
• the things he left behind

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