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Amakuni once drew an old sword of his from a box, suddenly overjoyed by something he had cast aside.
He Died with a Felafel in His Hand
My hands in his pockets
If a frog had wings, he wouldn't kick his tail when he jumped
He Had Not Where To Lay His Head
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 had a prison of brass built in the hole, and then, when it was finished, he locked up his daughter
the grey in his hair had done nothing to tarnish the gleam in his eye
I kicked the Martian in his otherworldly balls, and he screamed like the solar wind howling through a planetary magnetosphere
"I see," said the blind man to his deaf wife as he picked up his hammer and saw
Of course I refused, afraid of what his hands might feel like
he is too shy to write his tale
I knew enough about him to know his name and what kind of snowball he could make
In the end, he could quiet his mind only by dying
Bukowski stands alone, the bar bell's hammer in his hand
Adam Smith and His Amazing Invisible Hand
As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
He found a liquid cure for his landlocked blues
He's a feminist. He tells that to all his mistresses.
I don't know where he gets his words but I like them
If my roommate doesn't keep his hands off my shit, I'm gonna fuck him up
mr. T pities the fool regardless of whether he is wearing his seatbelt
He began to learn that waste flows downstream. Imagine his surprise.
before the internet when teen had REAL relationship the boy could look at the girl and judge the diameter of her thorax with his feelers and determine whether the mating ritual could commence but NO MORE. evil woman use her computer sorcery
So while Faust is busy trying to wipe the blood off his face and Shorty's trying to claw his eyes out, I mosey away and try my hand at storming the castle
His hand speaks a foreign language to her ribs.
Sparkling like a star in his hand, melting like a snowflake
but you had his eyes and that was sort of almost enough
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
I'm not HIS sister; he's MY brother
Of King Sigmund's last battle, and of how he must yield up his sword again
He who does not forget his first love will not recognize his last
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 lived in southern California with his tanned, powdered mother
To me he is a daisy and I keep trying to count his petals
He wakes up everyday, puts an empty gun in his mouth, and pulls the trigger.
He just left his body
He made a way to his anger
It’s in his name and his clothes and his hands and his lips
Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and start slitting throats
A guitar is easy in his hands / so is an airplane / so is a pen
How many times has God twiddled his thumbs before he put vertebrates on the Earth?
Oedipus-Schmedipus, as long as he loves his mother
He flops over and bonks his head
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
He will have the taste of warm ripe fruit in his mouth
As I looked back, he was reveling in his own feces
How the Old Woman Took Care Of Candide, and How He Found the Object of His Love
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 weaves his words
He is honest and forthright with strangers. He reserves his lies for his family
judge a captain not by his shipwrecks, but by whether or not he blames the sea
When he was little, he laughed in his sleep.
why is the great man great? he keeps on running through a world of his own.
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
He's dead, Jim. You grab his wallet, I'll grab his tricorder.
His memory perishes from the earth, and he has no name in the street.
He Would Close His Eyes, and the World Would Burn.
So he's dressed a little differently and he has a halo-like light above his head.
When he was five, his father made him murder his imaginary friend.
I should ask my barber where he gets his hair cut, then go there and slowly make my way up the chain
Don Quixote had his windmills, I have my helicopters
He throws his heart down like a gauntlet
Comfort to a Youth that had lost his Love
It's easier to kick a praying man, because he's on his knees already
Pointlessness had become his answer
How Eulenspiegel had his horse shod with silver and gold
The Brazier and His Dog
Toward his impossible light
A great big ugly man came up and tied his horse to me
On His Blindness
A man with a tapeworm up his nose
i like his madness
The Help moJoe find his Biological Mother Project
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
Captain Carrot and His Amazing Zoo Crew
Innocent contact with his flesh
how Wiener found his way home
My Uncle, on His 80th Birthday
Zuigan calls his own master
The Fisherman and His Wife
God's in His Heaven, All's Right With the World
If you look hard enough, you can see Satan and his works everywhere
He had a life before he met you, you know
his
The General in his Labyrinth
Augie van Smith blushed and wiped chocolate off his lips
To His Mistress Going to Bed
Let the earth hear his voice
Von Kempelen and his Discovery
Villanelle of Ye Young Poet's First Villanelle to his Ladye and Ye Difficulties
To His Coy Mistress
Kissing a man all over his face
Darth Everything meets Death who has just knocked on his front door
The Fisherman and His Soul: Part 5
Then I poked him in his sunburn
The kinda guy whose SO wants to install a video camera in his head
Tokusan holds his bowl
Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in his shoes
Bless his Heart
The Miller, His Son, and Their Ass
He had fallen in love, but I'm pretty sure the hellhound was only in it for the belly rubs
He held my hand - once
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!
The Boy with the Thorn in His Side
de Molay recanted his confession
Atom and His Package
His Serene Highness Prince Rainier III
His Royal Highness
How the Whale Got His Throat
Pascal on his deathbed
pull the steel wool over his eyes
The Ass and His Masters
If a geek.boy wrote poetry to his geek.girl
Today your little boy is sprouting ten fingers and shedding his tail
How The Rhinoceros Got His Skin
The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
The Fisherman and his Soul
Johnny Got His Gun
An Irish Airman foresees his Death
How the Camel Got His Hump
The Ass and His Shadow
His 'N' Hers
The Fisherman and His Soul: Part 4
the moile with the clocks in his window
up his own arse
Phosphor reading by His own Light
The Bishop Orders His Tomb at Saint Praxed's Church
The Fisherman and His Soul: Part 3
Why I didn't want to find his love letters in my copy of East of Eden
His mournful lamenting, like smoke on the mountains
The guy who may as well already be dead and therefore doesn't care about the consequences of his actions and is able to move with perfect freedom for the remainder of what will likely be a tragically short life
Saturn Devouring His Children
The Story of Jason Squiff and Why He Had a Popcorn Hat, Popcorn Mittens and Popcorn Shoes
river, in all his innocent beauty and home in hers
How Pac-Man got his name
The Fisherman and His Soul: Part 2
The Ass and His Driver
King George he had a Date
The Message of King Sakis and the Legend of the Twelve Dreams He Had in One Night
I had no idea what he thought about me.
he had a dream
Hands cupped into a half circle, he bent foward to help her catch a light
He put a hand on each of our shoulders; it's a wonder he wasn't electrocuted.
He dreams between yesterdays, Cliff’s Hand Bag and Fade away blue
He had something to say. He said it.
The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
Picked his bones in whispers
A Boy and His Dog
Why would a god let so many of his "flock" stray?
His girlfriend
too big for his britches
Spinning in his grave
How Candide Found His Old Master Pangloss Again and What Happened to Him
Touch the Hem of His Garment
The Fisherman and His Nets
Candide and His Valet Arrive in the Country of El Dorado--What They Saw There
Vegas stories: Someone cut his throat
How Candide Killed the Brother of His Dear Cunegund
His hips know the original dance
The Man and His Wife
The Ass and His Purchaser
Nicole Oresme and his Philosophies: An Example of Medieval Scientific Thought
Spider-Man and his Amazing Friends
The Eagle and His Captor
His Name Is Alive

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