Findings:

• The time they fantasize about was built on a lie
• She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
• I woke up and was an instant scribbling fiend. crazy, my poor feverish brain
• What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
• Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
• it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
• If you really care about someone, do not tell her to fuck off
• I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
• Every poem about thunder was written under the protection of a roof, or, at the very least, an empty sky
• Something was about to happen.
• I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
• Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
• When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
• The virgin was looking apprehensive about the whole ordeal, but for the right amount of cash anyone will take on a horse
• The artifact was completely impenetrable to all forms of matter except living human flesh
• The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
• The cult leader poured himself a drink and started on about his plans, and I wondered how the priest was getting on
• did i really change the way you think about everything? was it the chemicals in your brain?
• Her name was Natalie
• All he left her was alone
• What if Everything You Thought You Knew About AIDS Was Wrong?
• We completely understand the public's concern about futuristic robots feeding on the human population, but that is not our mission.
• An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
• His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
• And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep?
• I didn't have the heart to tell him I was lying about taco night, but at least the hellhound made some friends
• Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
• This was the shinest golden dollar I would ever see in my life and I was not about to tarnish it.
• Crazy? I was crazy once.
• I got the feeling the Fairy Council was mad at me when the president knocked over her coffee to get a better grip on my neck
• I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
• Ducks can swim. What about her pearls?
• About the things you could not show her
• 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.
• The Number: A Completely Different Way To Think About the Rest Of Your Life
• A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
• Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
• Pete Townshend was right about Saddam Hussein
• this was supposed to be a parable about the power of the imagination
• She grew a little older, while he was telling her
• "I was surprised to hear about the cat."
• The Day the World was about to End
• Her smile, thinking about you
• She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
• That week with her was like drinking bubbles
• When I read about crazy women, I find it hard to discern
• It was always about words
• I was wrong about the color changing; your eyes are brown
• All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
• She was never mine. I always shared her.
• She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
• I was sure it was her
• The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
• thinking about the brain surgery of your psychoanalyst, whose name is john, will make you crazy in a new way
• She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
• She always was devious in her beauty
• Her hair was seaweed and the Pacific wind sang
• That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
• Don't tell me about her
• I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
• little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
• And then night was here, after a day of measured breathing, and I could forget about breathing because the waiting was done
• All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
• thinking about her
• She thought about giving him her heart
• It is her name that I think of when I think about being in love.
• I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
• Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
• She was so quiet that nobody heard her
• Nice Legs, Shame About Her Face
• crazy like you
• Written with a Diamond on her Window at Woodstock
• Making her presence known
• She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
• Don't tell her she's beautiful
• Herr Geist (user)
• She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
• How Stella Got Her Groove Back
• To her secret heart
• Today I clean her little fingerprints from my window
• Talk to Her
• Debra Ann's got a tiger in her hips
• I will have her forever but I can't touch her
• I got a girl in the war, Paul, her eyes are like champagne
• My hands on her back; slipping into sleep
• Her Ivory coast, her skin
• Emily's Legs and Her Shoes
• Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
• If you see her around.
• why are you still carrying her?
• my only pin-up was Pelé
• Back when grunge was still cool
• They wrote it all in perl but it was mostly system calls
• If I were watched alone, I'd be considered insane
• How I was thrown from a car at 45 mph
• A poem for two pages of panel art for a comic that was never written
• I was a witch in a past life
• When I Was a Lad
• The boy who was picked last in gym class
• Before Time Was
• She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
• Truth was in that mountain
• I was invisible beside you
• The Blood Was Everywhere
• Of the Birth of Volsung, the Son of Rerir, who was the Son of Sigi
• I was the worst lay you ever had
• The girls had gone wild and now my dad's cock was missing
• She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
• Was nützt die Liebe in Gedanken
• When he was little, he laughed in his sleep.
• We only care about the cute animals, everything else is food
• I was doing so well.
• The universe was cold and dead and all the best aspects of humanity and its appreciation of the world were stored in electronic boxes
• Writing about music is like dancing about architecture
• Five minutes after falling off the cliff, I realized how high it really was
• Everything you wanted to know about hamsters, and then some!
• In the Beginning was Rock n Roll
• If you're going to complain about store policy, don't do it to the employees!
• No one older than twenty-five was stupid enough to take a job here.
• What E2 is all about
• I did not miss what my body did not remember, until it was reminded
• Things I learned about myself this week that I want to remember
• Two virgins about to have sex
• Something About You
• We are the People Our Parents Warned Us About
• The Corpus Hermeticum: Book Twelve: About the Common Mind
• I'm not talking about
• The light on the bottom of the pool that you thought was real when you were a child
• How is poetic form going to help me scream about revolution
• I was Bullied AND I was the Bully
• Learning About Your System
• Was the Alexandria baseball shooting a Trump False Flag?
• mussing about
• We don't talk about those sorts of things
• There was a time when I got lost wherever I went.
• A joke about dealing with people
• All About Lily Chou Chou
• I know what is about to come
• I know it's boring to go on about it, it bores me to sleep, but what the hell, why doesn't it fade
• I'll give you something to cry about
• Tell Me a Story About Giving a Fuck. Tell Me, Everything.
• Statements about number are statements about concepts
• About the state of a young woman's teeth now
• It's a song about a girl
• Three truths about the youth
• What can a reed do but sway about and love?
• Redemption is very much like vengeance. Redemption has more valor, and is more satisfying if you obtain it. But if you chase it blindly you can waste yourself completely.
• Driving Myself Crazy
• Crazy On You
• Eight Crazy Nights
• crazy man (user)
• My love in her attire doth show her wit
• right under her surface
• Property of Her Majesty The Queen
• How Ozma Refused to Fight for Her Kingdom
• Documenta, the Child-Bride, bares her legs for the Ravenous Wolves of the Grey Hour
• Her smile could light up a three-story building
• I Saw Her Again Last Night
• Association of Her Majesty's Inspectors of Taxes
• The shrapnel of her self destructive nature
• To better imagine the limits of the dried-up Martian sea, little Tatiana found it helpful to shape in her mind a great sinuous contour binding each sad, stranded boat to its neighbor
• The Adventures of The Black Girl In Her Search For God
• The kind who tells you she's bipolar just to make you trust her
• if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
• her face forms in summertime
• World In Her Eyes
• GammaGirl, Nothing can slow her down

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