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All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
Like most of my dreams, that one was licensed for commercial use
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
She said I dreamed like dead men
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
because his heart was heavy, closing, like a tired eyelid
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep 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.
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.
she made them, like fire, expansible over all space
she likes to dance on the edge. it's all she's known and she won't change now
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
Shimmer over bridges like the river was a dream
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.
Like a Dream
His touch, all nagging deja vu
The universe was cold and dead and all the best aspects of humanity and its appreciation of the world were stored in electronic boxes
I dream of a language whose words, like fists, would fracture jaws
Dissolve like dreams.
He's a feminist. He tells that to all his mistresses.
All men are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field.
You've lost all your dreams
He had a prison of brass built in the hole, and then, when it was finished, he locked up his daughter
His mournful lamenting, like smoke on the mountains
like all the world is beautiful at once
we eat all together like a family
I used to fly like peter pan, all the children flew when I touched their hands
You like me in all the wrong rooms
All you ever dream
All That She Wants
dreams that come sporadically in the night like Viking longships to burn you to the ground and steal your rationality
and now it's gone like a dream
His face when she fell
Johnny Clueless was there, with his Simulated Wood-Grain
Leonardo Dreams of his Flying Machine
The hall was littered with broken dreams and shattered concrete
All his front teeth knocked out, living a nightmare
I never even went to Las Vegas, and all I got was this lousy t-shirt
Of all the dorm rooms in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.
All poets like to kick
Your words are delicious and enticing, and I would save them all like love letters
I remember when all this was trees
All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
we went to the stars, but all we found was ourselves
The total sum of all things would be zero if it was not for love
I dream of playing backgammon with you all night long
And though it was snowing outside, all within were warm.
I know that all the cannabis activists would like you to believe differently but
Slay them all. God will know his own.
I'd like some dreams too
I like it when I dream of her. It's the only time we get to talk.
Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House
An hour later, I swing my leg over his and we dream of being young
As I looked back, he was reveling in his own feces
i like his madness
It must be morning when she dreams.
Of course I refused, afraid of what his hands might feel like
I'm the only person who'd ever told him to his face he was beautiful.
She walked by his desk and left a nickel
Sparkling like a star in his hand, melting like a snowflake
he's like someone living in a dream
The train that came to me in the dream was already a dead train
all day I dream about sex
after all white horses are in bed
I was Christian and all I got was this lousy painting
All he left her was alone
If all you have is a hydrogen bomb, everything looks like the moon
it doesn't matter who I was, all that matters is who I am
All it said was clump and scratch, and it only said those very late at night.
All you ever did was let it happen
when all the white horses have broken free
Some lovers (like the old you and I) never experience love at all
If all you did was node, your writeups wouldn't be very interesting, would they?
God does all things to magnify His glory
By evening I will have returned all traces that I was ever here
It will be a love story ... for she will be my heroine for all time
I went to Voodoo Donuts and all I got was this lousy concussion
I turned Quizro into a Quiet Riot CD, and all I got was this jar of lemon-flavoured pickles.
some say he was never here at all
Long day, all I wanted was a cup of tea
all it cost him was a Penny
I spent one year in love and all I got was this lousy T-Shirt.
my insides are like lava. let me warm you. I will envelope all of you
He was hard in all the wrong places
She said the dance is a prayer. A prayer to toss into the tide all the weight of oblivion and humiliation. This is not a dance for one, fool - where are you?
Every time I see a dead fish that isn't, I think of you. Happiness keeps washing over me like a wave. What do I do with it all?
John Cassavettes Was No Help At All
Was that real, or did I dream it?
Dream of ducks, she said
Dreams are like water
It was not a dream
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
I used to wish I could dream in black and white
a dream was faintly clinging to my fingertips. accidentally i brushed my lips, poisoning myself.
I worked at summer camp, and all I got was this lousy case of gangrene
In a dream I had, I was on an island in the middle of the ocean.
Like a Dream (2)
Find someone who dreams about people like you
if dreams are like movies then memories are films about ghosts
when i wake up i can't remember what it was. it's so hard to smuggle something out of a dream.
It Was a Lover and His Lass
I don't know where he gets his words but I like them
It was a dream. But it wasn't a dream.
his whole life, like a thundercloud, out in front of him
Since his eyes were like perfect packed suitcases
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
His love was enormous; it cleared rooms that desperately wanted to be full.
His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
I like to imagine that Bond's firing the tank shells out of his mouth
It was all whirlwind, heat, and flash
Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
She is all I am listening to here
If all you picked up tonight was this node title, it's time you went to a Brit nodermeet
All the people looking like they've been run through the life sucking machine. Twice.
Freud was wrong. Freud is dead. That is all.
Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.
I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
By morning I will have erased all traces that I was ever here
It was fall, and fall does strange things to us all
We all know what beautiful eyes are like, what they do to you.
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's really very silly, I was thinking, they are all acting so weird
All I wanted was a Pepsi
All the things she had at one point wanted to be
the morning snowdrops fall like dew in the sunlight and fill my heart with their icy cold and all i can think about is you
more sure of all I thought was true
she looked at me then whispered, we are all made of stardust
All right. She can fly circles around Uranus, but where's the bathroom?
The artifact was completely impenetrable to all forms of matter except living human flesh
And our cars all jumped forward like bottles on a table thumped by a drunk
I Fell Out of School, and All I Found Was This Necklace
she seems bored with me after all this time
I Dropped Out of School, and All I Got Was This Necklace
lest she lose all else
I guessed I wouldn't land on all fours, like a cat
We had to go away ... and dream it all up again
Do all nuns dress like this?
By morning I will have erased all traces that I was ever a bear
heart medications which all have names like alien military from other planets
She who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.
all I ever learned from love was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
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
do you remember the disco rhombus? it must have all been a dream.
all true revelation will seem like common sense unraveling before you
When I growl, the sound echoes like thunder all through the valleys and woodlands, and children tremble with fear, and women cover their heads with their aprons, and big men run and hide.
We Can all Die Like This
She threw out all my letters
I went to Atlanta and all I got was this lousy pile of junk
It was all awesome. Then the robots took over.
Having narcissists for family is like not having family at all (category)
you have all these dreams, you poor fucking fool
she reads all day
we're all ready to break. has it always been like this?
can it be that it was all so simple then
For every rich man who tries to leave this world for a better one with his fancy tomb surrounded by mourners, there are many more who perish alone in the cold, forgotten by all but God.
White Russian Ice Cream Dream
St. Robinson in His Cadillac Dream
Tucker: The Man And His Dream
I Kissed "Weird Al" Yankovic and All I Got Was This Lousy T-shirt
I may dream in technicolor, but I trip the fuck out in old-school black and white
born under candlelight just from the edge of a knife, was it a life? or was it a light at all?
when my time is in the past, i hope my heart lays in the grass, and feeds another one who lives like it's all just begun
It's like you don't carrot all
I fried myself in The Finnish E2 Get-Together, and all I got was a hippie song stuck in my head

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