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He Has Left Us Alone But Shafts of Light Sometimes Grace the Corner of Our Rooms
The cute kitten represents violence and carnage and, if he is lucky, the children look.
Count Dracula has dyscalcula. He mumbles numbers and never slumbers.
Seven opening lines if he would ever look me in the eye
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 made a felon of himself and ended up a box in our spare room.
pretends to sleep as he looks her over
He has redefined me, again and again
He who has ears, let him hear
whatever he touches, if it isn't false already, becomes false
As I looked back, he was reveling in his own feces
Has no one told you he's not breathing?
He Looked Like the Summer
He just looks
He believes he has written a poem, yes.
The Marlboro Man died of cancer, but he wasn't a rocket scientist when he was healthy, ha ha ha.
He put a hand on each of our shoulders; it's a wonder he wasn't electrocuted.
An E2 Seattle debauch aftermath node
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
He never looked back
Our God, He Is Alive
So he's dressed a little differently and he has a halo-like light above his head.
His memory perishes from the earth, and he has no name in the street.
He has spit in my coat
he did not look back. he walked slowly. he might stop at any time.
And he bought our every word for dollars.
he has her eyes
he looks a little like you... so i would rather talk about other pretty girls
God has power, whether or not one believes in Her/Him
he looks hurt from behind that eye patch, the choker, the bare chest
He may be a son-of-a-bitch, but he is our son-of-a-bitch
How many times has God twiddled his thumbs before he put vertebrates on the Earth?
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 who has enough to eat does the hungry not believe
This guy in the computer lab who looks like he should be a doctor
great things he has taught us
He and she are one
Even my faults he adores
God can create a stone so heavy even he can't lift it
Meditation V: Of the Essence of Material Things, and, again, of God, that he Exists
In the dream he laughs and says, You thought they were graceful on the ground
He Died with a Felafel in His Hand
He loves me, he loves me not
He's not heavy, he's just lame
He would shrink into the sky if he could
He Had Not Where To Lay His Head
H.E. Roscoe
He's Gone
"He" is actually a buxom blonde bisexual sorority girl. The net is like that.
He forgets I am my own fierceness; it's not for him
I don't know where he gets his words but I like them
I Am He that Aches with Love
I wonder if he ever thinks about me
Why don't we become completely independent and make our own everything
he touched me then, but I forgot to feel
'Get married soon,' he says. 'I want an excuse. I want to know you'.
He asks, anxious to hear the story
He is so heavy when he whispers
Let him who is without sin among you be the first to cast a stone
He (user)
Song of the Sorceress
Ancient Arrowhead
I like the way he reads poetry
He fled
I'm scared to death of what havoc he could wreak in my life
He flew an A-10 Thunderbolt
In Your Heart You Know He's Right
The Message of King Sakis and the Legend of the Twelve Dreams He Had in One Night
He said 'tentacle porn', so I stuck my dick in a toaster and went from there
Surely he would remember this
It was late when he came home; it woke you up
"Shut up," he explained
My kitchen window has become an instrument of death
In the end, he could quiet his mind only by dying
José Bové explains why he destroyed genetically modified maize
He Ain't Heavy, He's My Father
Meditation III: Of God: that he Exists : 2
he held secret conversations with statues
E2 has become my Internet
The time a thug punched my friend in the face because he could
He Who Is Death
He gave her a daisy
He not busy being born is busy dying
He ain't heavy, he's my brother
He
He said, expecting the answer no
hes (user)
he/she
Li He
GpBCT: proof that Bob wins on a countable union of sets if he's guaranteed a win on each one of them
He Is Born
s/he
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
He just wanted to give me something he forgot to give me a long time ago
My brother never told me not to smoke. He showed me.
The Story of Jason Squiff and Why He Had a Popcorn Hat, Popcorn Mittens and Popcorn Shoes
He's a good guy friend
BQN: He said. - Epilogue
Chris and What He Untaught Me
He giggles, as he wiggles
He's got stacks and stacks of words that rhyme, describing what it is to lose
Yi he quan
"Fill it in", he said.
And we killed him and he's dead.
In your guts you know he's nuts
I don't know what he was listening for, but he wasn't listening
He never returned
If he's late, you can always start without him
He and She
So I was balls deep in the guy's ass that night when he turns to me and asks for a kiss. Damn. What a fag.
Xiao Sha Lao He!
When the principal laughs so hard he can't suspend you
So, he's leaving
He Hate Me
The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist
He makes me feel alone just by being there
At least he was gentle
I'm not HIS sister; he's MY brother
He who controls the past controls the future
If he fell off the Co-op he'd land in the divvy
He who smelt it, dealt it
It's just the way that he walks
Meditation III: Of God: that he Exists
A man is known by the company he keeps.
Why Doesn't He Ask Me to Prom?
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
For my father, in the event he finds me
He says the most beautiful things
He Ate and Drank the Precious Words
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.
He will have the taste of warm ripe fruit in his mouth
One should be careful to whom he gives the finger
The Pilgrim's Progress: Part I: He is entertained
thought has become irritatingly symphonic
He died on a Sunday morning
He says she says
he who (user)
He's Jack
He's dead, Jim. You grab his wallet, I'll grab his tricorder.
How the Old Woman Took Care Of Candide, and How He Found the Object of His Love
Don't Go Out the Door
How Candide Was Brought Up in a Magnificent Castle and How He Was Driven Thence
He is radical and funky fresh!
He's not the messiah, he's a very naughty boy
Surah 80 He Frowned!
No matter how wise an old sheep, he can't teach a fish how to polevault
My finger can point to the moon, but my finger is not the moon. You don't have to become my finger, nor do you have to worship my finger. You have to forget my finger, and look at where it is pointing.
He ran over my cousin with a motor home!
It's not so much that I like him as a person God, but as a boy he's very handsome
The Man He Killed
A man feared that he might find an assassin
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He thinks I don't, but I do
He Knows Not Their Names
he says
Why won't he call?
A Quick One (While He's Away)
"I see," said the blind man to his deaf wife as he picked up his hammer and saw
he o hitte shiri tsubome
A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
Why would he want a writer when he could have a dancer?
he just died
He who wants to fight will find a club
As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
The one he murdered once still loves him
Oh hey, by the way, he's the Antichrist
To the Memory of My Beloved Master, William Shakespeare, and What He Hath Left Us
Somehow he reminds me of my mother
The prequel and background info to the dream state that my life has become since I absconded
He Hudas not pay
He Really Wasn't That Great
Shaymus is older than I thought he was
Oedipus-Schmedipus, as long as he loves his mother
mad he (user)
Time has imprisoned us in the order of our years
Some say he once killed a man with a guitar string
More than he was willing to give
Then again, maybe he was recruiting for a cult
What He Suffered
He flops over and bonks his head
To me he is a daisy and I keep trying to count his petals
When Chopin finished a piece he stopped writing it

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