Findings:

• Infancy
• On Our Backs
• Who owns our writeups?
• Why I poison the atmosphere and deplete our natural resources
• I'd love to go back to the late 80's and tell them about our time
• Our warning signs will protect us
• The only thing stopping us is the pressure. If your machine can withstand it, we are already on our way.
• There is beauty in the wild flowers that grow randomly among our wheat.
• Are you a sexist pig? Then buy our booze!
• "This Is Our Punk-Rock," Thee Rusted Satellites Gather + Sing,
• Forgive us, our instructors are foreigners
• The Man of Metropolis Steals Our Hearts
• We love our Ninjagirls! (e2poll)
• We had no bait but our tongues
• The nonthinking part of our Universe
• our time is short; this is our fate
• The Happiest Days of Our Lives
• the stars that change our minds
• Our Trees in Spring
• The leaky ceiling saved our night
• You're in our world now
• The flowers of our love had died under the hot sun of time
• A Riot of Our Own
• Our Stolen Future
• We are wont to mistrust in our sense of balance
• In our youths our hearts were touched with fire
• Talbot our good dog
• A Painter of Our Time
• We completely understand the public's concern about futuristic robots feeding on the human population, but that is not our mission.
• getting and spending, we lay waste our powers
• Like language barriers. We are frozen within our homes. The windows begin to mean less and less.
• The ceiling seems like it's tired of being our tripmeter.
• This is what we have. Let's do our best.
• They killed our Lord
• What Happened to Our Two Travelers with Two Girls, Two Monkeys, and the Savages, Called Oreillons
• I don't think we're old enough to know if we're alcoholics at our age
• C'est un ours mal léché
• in cities not our own
• our concept of knowledge
• There are not enough hours in our day
• Our lives and these empty spaces aside
• Words are the mirrors of our discontents merely; they contain all the huge unhatched eggs of the world's sorrows.
• Perverse pride in the austerity of our times
• Our world will change
• Our National Pastime
• Our smallest unit is the month.
• Our Father Christmas, who art at the North Pole
• Season's Greetings to Our Friends and Family!!!
• The Place Promised in Our Early Days
• If we ran this back an infinite number of times across infinite existences our souls would still never connect, so don't regret.
• Ain't Nobody's Business if You Do: The Absurdity of Consensual Crimes in Our Free Country
• Is our ultimate economic goal death?
• We've received your resume, and we're entering your credentials in our companywide database
• Our Town
• Dreams Of Our Fathers
• Our obsessions almost killed me, but now here we are, talking like normal human beings
• Our nostalgia ghosts are ready to take your place
• Our friend friction
• Our tales
• We don't dig our graves, anymore.
• I want to give all our smiling-bedroom-eye photographs away to strangers
• Your Cause is Our Cause, and Any Cause is a Good Cause (e2poll)
• The God of our many understandings
• Our electronic rendezvous
• Below this table our knees touched. Twice.
• Their missiles, our saviors
• Some of our best friends are three minutes long
• our own little patch of dixie
• If by Dull Rhymes our English must be Chain'd
• Early, before our hands knew what to do
• Our hearts were hard, but they were warm
• The SAT rules our lives
• Our Father's Father
• We could take our time
• Which is not to be found in our obituaries
• Our Lady of Darkness
• Our game
• We once played this same game, but with only our words
• Our God is a Lonely God
• Our lives are lapidary
• Our Lady of Perpetual Help
• If only our tongues were made of glass, how much more careful we would be when we speak.
• We stole the guest list and replaced it with our own
• How We Hold Our Hearts
• Our Father
• If we had a more developed tailbone, would we wag our tail?
• When you had left our pirate fold
• There's no 'eak' in our off-peak
• And our cars all jumped forward like bottles on a table thumped by a drunk
• Our little life is rounded with a sleep
• Come, Holy Ghost, Our Souls Inspire
• Saint Gabriel of Our Lady of Sorrows
• Our modern sickness
• The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves
• Our garden
• Our music, in place of breadcrumbs, is there to help us find our way back home.
• Monsters of our own longings
• Why we can't control our sons of bitches
• Knees in our arms
• sinners underneath our awkward skylights
• The Arabic Infancy Gospel
• our sun
• On Seeing a Piece of Our Heavy Artillery Brought into Action
• We Wash Our Squash
• Math is not a social construct: Our understanding of math is a social construct
• the death of our flowers
• Your superior intellect is no match for our puny weapons
• What is our life?
• Our Man Flint
• the smoke of our burned books rises into the sky
• whispering our journeys, tongue to tongue
• Our love is real within the bounds of the Constitution
• Our Lady of Sudden Death
• our long national nightmare is over
• our forgotten enemies, unfrozen from the glaciers
• we turn into werewolves, liquor dripping from our fangs
• hormones in our food
• we want our burns we want our drugs
• TV is the alien sitting in our home
• Our Old Feuillage
• The Year of Our Lord
• Sprillowed Sprawling Predictions on Our Future
• The Lord's Prayer: Irish (Gaeilge)
• Our words are backed by nuclear weapons
• Written language destroyed our memory
• Flagtown Halloween: Year of Our Lord Two Thousand and Two
• the undead squirm in their cocktail dresses while Lucien and I powder our faces
• our best kisses are always at earthquakes and impacts
• Only trusted fingers trace our bare backs
• You Are On Our Side
• and we will walk till our feet ache
• Let us be our own pornographers
• On the color of mirrors and lizards and leaves and our Universe
• Daylight separates our dreams from our flaws
• Do we forgive our fathers in their time or in our time?
• Does the pace of technology outpace our ability to use it for good?
• with cat-like tread upon our prey we steal
• Changing our lives
• When we shed our earthly skin
• Only my hours spent gaming will stand between our world and total destruction
• We are the servants of our muse, and we toil where she commands
• Our Lady of Sorrows
• Our Daughter's Wedding
• We find tonight what was hidden beneath our hearts
• Our stories will surprise even our selves.
• Our music is in place of breadcrumbs to find our way back
• Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.
• You're always welcome at our house
• The Arabic Infancy Gospel - part two
• Our
• A Mighty Fortress Is Our God
• The Last Day of Our Acquaintance
• If you don't want us to look at your breasts, don't shove them in our faces
• Gravity's on our side
• keep our of sunlight (user)
• Our common enemy
• Our Man In Havana
• We should all know what it is to hold death in our hands.
• our machines don't go that way
• Our Lady of the Burning Flesh
• summer left its light green lipstick on our faces
• Our little Paki friend
• Our Bill and the Concrete Mixer
• The Fault in Our Stars
• Our chemistry on the silent stage dazzles me
• our mirrors are fragile shadows
• They were getting into riot gear as we sipped our wine
• Things that give our life meaning
• Six Myths of Our Time
• Eyesight resolution
• The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
• Peace in our time
• language complicates our lives
• Our Babies, Ourselves: How Biology and Culture Shape the Way We Parent
• Our Lady of Chernobyl
• The scar of our torrid affair
• We can Build with our Stitches
• Forgive us our trespasses... (e2poll)
• I can't remember our last kiss

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