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I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
What if Everything You Thought You Knew About AIDS Was Wrong?
She knew what she was doing
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
Freud was wrong. Freud is dead. That is all.
To a girl who thought she was moving away
You knew I was a rattlesnake when you picked me up
when i wake up i can't remember what it was. it's so hard to smuggle something out of a dream.
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
I knew she wasn't faking
I take a long time to ejaculate. Do I have a problem?
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
I could do without it, if I knew what it was
This was when I knew my childhood was over
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
Because, perhaps she was cold
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
How to really brush your teeth (Yes, you have been doing it wrong)
I was wrong as a child, to think old people were stupid for asking me where the day had gone. Now I understand... we older people do not live.
Why Smokey Bear was wrong
The first time I knew I was different
Descartes was wrong
Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
She started to fall, and knew she would never come back
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
It was really hot, in a Silent Hill kind of way
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
I stared into the muddled sky with tears running down my face in small rivers, and I knew then that there was no hope
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
It wasn't until later, when I was washing the blood off my hands, I even knew they were dead
When I was five years old, I knew I was going to die
Was it something I said?
The land of our fathers, stolen before we knew it was our own
Oh. I was wrong. She's the one. Goodbye.
There must be something terribly wrong with me. Sometimes I feel like I haven't learned anything.
I did not need it. I was strong. I was steady. I knew what I was doing.
What I would do If I knew what was good for me
UK's response to 'Extroadinary Rendition': SIS knew US was torturing suspects.
She doesn't really want a nice guy
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
did i really change the way you think about everything? was it the chemicals in your brain?
I knew it was over the moment I bought those shoes
the horrible gift was really quite right
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
When I was very young, I knew that the world was made of honey.
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
It's really very silly, I was thinking, they are all acting so weird
She always was devious in her beauty
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
She was free
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
It was the year 2000. Nobody knew what was coming.
She Was 18, It Was Summer
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
She was so tall, and I was so in love
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
What seemed like tenderness was really weakness
How can something so incredibly beautiful be so incredibly wrong?
Even the moon was wrong
I Think I was Born in the wrong Hemisphere
It was something that sang out while burning itself up, at the risk that nothing would be left.
I learned never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it.
I was wrong about the color changing; your eyes are brown
Is this what I have been seeking? Or is it an echo, a remnant, a sign that I was wrong?
Napster was like the lamp with the wrong pricetag
He was hard in all the wrong places
"It was wrong to do this," said the angel
Say...there's something wrong with your monitor
Notion that something is terribly wrong
Why is she really here?
Five minutes after falling off the cliff, I realized how high it really was
Was the Black Death really just Anthrax?
I'm not really okay with being hated for what I am. It's hard to take. But it's still better than being loved for something I'm not.
Sex with my accountant was always really, really efficient
I wish when I closed a book I could set it on the shelf and know it was really over
When someone was willing to drown with me, I really didn't want to drown anymore
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
She really does want to clap along, but at the same time she doesn't want to let the bird get out.
What the hell was she thinking?
She was steady
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.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
She was locked in time
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
When she was bad
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
Adam really was the first man
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
Why Socrates was really executed
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
She is and was
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
Something she sees in men, sometimes
Is she really going out with him?
She was too beautiful to be human
Isabelle is a fierce hunter; she won't stand for the wrong prey
she was waylaid by an octopus
Just when you get really good at something, you don't need to do it any more
She was coming out as he was going in.
Besides the part where she was the only one
If she really wanted to fit in, she'd get a smaller dog.
She didn't write like Emily Dickinson, but she did live in a house overlooking a cemetery, and I guess he thought that was important.
Can't she just carpool or something?
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
I was hit by a train that doesn't really exist
that pain was something I needed, and probably did to myself
what i'm trying to show you is something that i was shown
Something was about to happen.
I felt I was part of something, like a voice in a crowd or an island in a sea
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
It was something that sand out while burning itself up, at the risk that nothing would be left.
Something is Cold and Wrong with the World
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She claims nothing's wrong
Sex with my sister was always really, really good
The Man Who Knew Too Little
We knew there would be kissing, and breasts
I Never Knew You
If we knew what we forgot
When men were men, women were women, and you knew where you were going in life
I knew it all along...
I'm the most off-beat genius you ever knew; I'm so iconoclastic I'm clastic
we always knew we'd find someone just like you
I Always Knew I Would Fall in Love with a Blue-Eyed Girl
The World We Knew
We No Longer Knew Who We Were
Who knew? Volcanoes!
Eyes the tentacle and arachnid knew
how I knew I loved you
We knew the blubbering one in glasses would yield the most meat.
The second step is to accept that shit ain't going wrong
Do you really want to live forever?
Smurfette really wasn't a "smurf" nor an "ette"
We were never really friends
Who you really are
Re-ally
The day I realized how sane I really am
But my computer really IS possessed
What the bumps on cucumbers really are
play dumb
What Germans do best

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