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Let him hold out hope that someone or other might come. Then fuckin' kill him.
I'm the only person who'd ever told him to his face he was beautiful.
he looks a little like you... so i would rather talk about other pretty girls
He was there, and then he wasn't, and with him went those memories
My friend is dating someone who likes him far more than he likes her
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
When he was little, he laughed in his sleep.
When he was five, his father made him murder his imaginary friend.
So he's dressed a little differently and he has a halo-like light above his head.
He Would Close His Eyes, and the World Would Burn.
If not for bras there would be far too little between men and breasts.
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
Why would a god let so many of his "flock" stray?
If you meet the Buddha on the road, ask him how far it is to the next gas station. *Then* kill him.
He had a prison of brass built in the hole, and then, when it was finished, he locked up his daughter
I knew enough about him to know his name and what kind of snowball he could make
He who has ears, let him hear
He tells me that I could have his heart and I want to take it right then, slip it into my pocket and run
I should ask my barber where he gets his hair cut, then go there and slowly make my way up the chain
Then I poked him in his sunburn
Too little, and far too late
I met him two days ago and now he wants to fly me to Peru
He who does not forget his first love will not recognize his last
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
How many times has God twiddled his thumbs before he put vertebrates on the Earth?
Let's shoot Cupid, see how he likes it
How the Old Woman Took Care Of Candide, and How He Found the Object of His Love
His mind went blank against the flesh next to him
let us not lift our voices and speak like we are little girls
then I hugged him
He did very little harm
He was confirming to himself that they were laughing with him after all
It's easier to kick a praying man, because he's on his knees already
And then he ran into my knife. He ran into my knife ten times.
Then again, maybe he was recruiting for a cult
Today your little boy is sprouting ten fingers and shedding his tail
From the brightness before Him passed His thick clouds
To let him know
Then, with near perfect timing, the hellhound widdled on his foot
This place needs more actual little piggies. Let's begin.
Then the father hen will call his chickens home
o come let us adore him
He forgets I am my own fierceness; it's not for him
He will have the taste of warm ripe fruit in his mouth
I cried when he threw away the paper towel on top of the microwave
Let him who is without sin among you be the first to cast a stone
It's not so much that I like him as a person God, but as a boy he's very handsome
He wakes up everyday, puts an empty gun in his mouth, and pulls the trigger.
Victor Hugo once got so mad he threw a baseball through a dog
Amakuni once drew an old sword of his from a box, suddenly overjoyed by something he had cast aside.
I would beg to see your arms raised in calcification towards the expanding horizon
if he's not here, then where?
He said I'm better off without you, 'til I showed him my tattoo
Oedipus-Schmedipus, as long as he loves his mother
a constant, low wind trembles through him, catching his words and sending them out into the world
To Him the law is everything. Even today, lawyers are His favorites.
The Little Boy and his Dogs
And then I broke his nose
His mother is slowly killing him.
If God did not exist, it would be necessary to invent him
Inside us all is a little person we are dying to let out
if a bird is never free from his cage, then his world is only his name
Frowning on external links, then smiling, then bouncing them a little
Horace Walpole Loses His Little Dog
What would you give your left arm for?
he doesn't know, but her eyes widen too far
A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
If he's late, you can always start without him
Surely he would remember this
Why would he want a writer when he could have a dancer?
He weaves his words
He Had Not Where To Lay His Head
Of King Sigmund's last battle, and of how he must yield up his sword again
He is honest and forthright with strangers. He reserves his lies for his family
The Last Thing He Expected to Happen to Him in Hollywood
I hope that for a few moments he felt a little less alone
I cried in his arms
Seven opening lines if he would ever look me in the eye
he thought it would be great fun to conquer the world
Zip him back up, he sucks.
They will love him long after he is gone.
He made a way to his anger
I think he only loves the world for him.
He cries for me, all these years later. He'll never stop 'til I join him in the grave.
judge a captain not by his shipwrecks, but by whether or not he blames the sea
his whole life, like a thundercloud, out in front of him
Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
I didn't love him until I feared I would lose him. One does not love breathing.
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
How Candide Found His Old Master Pangloss Again and What Happened to Him
If you were team captain in a pick-up game of baseball and had Jesus Christ on your team, what position would you play him?
Let him gather thee cherries that got thee with child
Let the earth hear his voice
To a Poet, who would have me Praise certain Bad Poets, Imitators of His and Mine
and then his words silenced my noisy thought
Any man can handle adversity. If you want to test his character, give him power.
Little Jack Melody and His Young Turks
some of the pain that she endures would bring a strong man to his knees
If All Men Were Brothers, Would You Let One Marry Your Sister?
If my mom doesn't let me play the violin because it's gay then ...
His collection of substances that should not exist was stolen. The thieves then killed themselves 1000 times over.
watch his heart turning into rock
And then Satan said, Let there be cricket ball.
Fun for 2 years as a little kid, school for 16 or 20 years, then work until you die.
Let my armies be the rocks and the trees and the birds in the sky
The day we were married the leftover doves from his days of being a magician hummed little love songs in the attic
he can find a cure for us, if we help him
He's dead, Jim. You grab his wallet, I'll grab his tricorder.
"I see," said the blind man to his deaf wife as he picked up his hammer and saw
Why would you turn on the near lights to look far away into the darkness?
As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
The one he murdered once still loves him
I don't know where he gets his words but I like them
To me he is a daisy and I keep trying to count his petals
As I looked back, he was reveling in his own feces
he touched me then, but I forgot to feel
And we killed him and he's dead.
He Died with a Felafel in His Hand
Even as he laid dying in my arms
He would shrink into the sky if he could
I'm not HIS sister; he's MY brother
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
I married him because he was not mean
In the end, he could quiet his mind only by dying
I saved his life. He does not know it.
Would Jesus Christ give money to every bum he came across?
He's a feminist. He tells that to all his mistresses.
He found a liquid cure for his landlocked blues
why is the great man great? he keeps on running through a world of his own.
he gives rest unto him who comes at the eleventh hour
He lived in southern California with his tanned, powdered mother
He flops over and bonks his head
I would like for you to make your arms for me the way you make your bed for you
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 throws his heart down like a gauntlet
I killed him today, he who does not exist
the summer can do little more than feed itself
He made me promise I would do this when I was next sad. So I promised myself I would not be sad again.
If a frog had wings, he wouldn't kick his tail when he jumped
he taught me to fly then took away my sky
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
I never met him. He broke my heart.
A half-man, half-monstertruck ex-CIA vampire must save the world the only way he knows how: with ROCK
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, that he should weep for her?
"The Americans in their wisdom have taken the heads off the pictures, enlarged them and superimposed them with the heads of animals and then strung them up all over the walls of the interrogation room," he said
He began to learn that waste flows downstream. Imagine his surprise.
He Who Would Valiant Be
I have no proof that he would ever want to kiss or destroy me.
he would have cried
And he noticed my fingers / and asked me if I would play (e2poll)
mr. T pities the fool regardless of whether he is wearing his seatbelt
he is too shy to write his tale
he would have laughed
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
waiting for his arms to fold like wings around her
You Should Never Have Asked Him About His Job!
Little boy every man has hiding inside of him
If my roommate doesn't keep his hands off my shit, I'm gonna fuck him up
Jesus said, "I love him, for he is my brother." He was talking about everyone.
a bit of ash in his face keeps him warm
It was a reasonable chat, I let him have it alone
I thought he was a man but he was just a little boy
He just left his body
i told him to write poetry on my arms

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