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I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
She just sat there
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
Just because she's nice to you doesn't mean she wants to fuck you
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She was locked in time
I thought he was a man but he was just a little boy
I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Just standing there, wearing my boxers, in my driveway. I was watching the stormfront. You were watching me.
Last time I checked, Buddha was not just some lameass winamp skin for Jesus
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
It was too late by the time the robots came and I couldn't, I just couldn't
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
To a girl who thought she was moving away
there was a time when you couldn't just learn things instantly
It was just a crush
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She was coming out as he was going in.
She is and was
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
Your angel stayed long after everything else was gone
The demon was just under three feet tall
Oh, no. Look, you've gone and made me optimistic. I was before, but now it is showing.
The last girl I dated was a vegetarian. We couldn't go anywhere and so it just didn't work out.
Can't she just carpool or something?
Jesus was a reactionary reformer, just like Martin Luther in later years.
The Firestone dealership was full to the brim with cars. But I reasoned I would need a boat, since my desire was to go to Ireland. Just then a harsh reminder surfaced; water is expensive in hell.
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
born under candlelight just from the edge of a knife, was it a life? or was it a light at all?
She was steady
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
She just looks at me
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
When she was bad
The girls had gone wild and now my dad's cock was missing
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
Because, perhaps she was cold
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Removed from humanity, I realized I was just another distraction
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
When we see the early signs of daylight fading, we leave just before it's gone.
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.
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
Was the Black Death really just Anthrax?
I can never be sure if it was real or just another illusion
Sympathy for the Mongols & How The Rise of the West was just sheer Dumb Luck
By the way, she has a penis; just so you know.
(because this was always subconsciously the inspiration, even if I did not know it at the time, and I only realised it just now)
I was just a supporting character in your fairy tale
The one thing I wanted more than anything was for someone, just once, to tell me they don't know what they'd do without me
She just appeared out of nowhere
just because it was an accident doesn't mean it'll come back to life
Just don't let's pretend she followed you home
hodgepodge was just a one-night stand, apparently
She just stares at us like we're crazy
There was just the magic I'd brought and laid there over the years, piled up in the corners like twinkling dust bunnies
That's Just How He Was
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
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.
What the hell was she thinking?
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
Just how perfect was Jesus?
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
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
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She always was devious in her beauty
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She was so tall, and I was so in love
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
I Fell In Love With A Girl Who Was Already Gone.
She was free
She knew what she was doing
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
she was waylaid by an octopus
She was too beautiful to be human
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
Just Gone
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
Besides the part where she was the only one
She Was 18, It Was Summer
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.
every day she stands there, waiting. every day, she's gone when i get there.
(and it wasn’t in my time nor yet in your time: but a very good time it was for all that)
gone
He's Gone
Monkey Gone to Heaven
done gone
To escape a house gone mad
T.A.Z.: "Gone to Croatan"
Goo Gone
Where have all the Merrymakers gone?
Shadow University: Political Correctness gone insane
Church bulletins gone awry
A life gone terribly wrong
Gone in Sixty Seconds
Where has the smoke gone?
Jr. Gone Wild
gone stoic in silence: ash and smoke and the wide sunk mud-iron landscape of forever
all those days are gone
A long time gone
All the fairies have gone
E2 has gone CRAZY!
Sunrises are the best when you haven't gone to bed yet
The Wind Done Gone
Girls Gone Wild
Gone Sailing
You are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry, Clementine
Gone Fission
All the trees are gone and we are sad and we do miss them
I see these eyes that lit my life. Now they're cold and dark and gone.
The Queen is Gone
Where have all the poets gone?
Gone in Sixty Seconds 2005 - A Theatre Quest
Gone in Sixty Seconds 2005 - Theatre Quest Entries
Gone in Sixty Seconds 2: Electric Boogaloo (document)
It's All Gone Pete Tong
we woke up to find you gone. well, said the city, we still have the river.
Since U Been Gone
Where Have All the Giant Radioactive Lizards Gone?
Gone Till November
I will love them all when everyone else is long gone
Seas gone sleepy and lonely for ships again
Gone to Hell to fight the Devil
the world is gone, I must carry you
Gone in Sixty Seconds 2006 - A Theatre Quest
Gone in Sixty Seconds 2006 - Theatre Quest Entries
Gone In Sixty Seconds 2006 (document)
Where have my wings gone? They are hidden, embarrassed to be seen.
Please say it's not too late now that I'm dead and gone
anti gone (user)
Gone in Sixty Seconds 2007 - A Theatre Quest
Gone in Sixty Seconds 2007 - Theatre Quest Entries
Pictures of a Gone World
Where Have All the Flowers Gone?
her today and gone tomorrow
So many people have come and gone, their faces fade as the years go by
Yellow tells the story of time gone by
Ten Years Gone
For Roses Long Gone and For Roses Yet to Come
What you call truth is a blur. What you call knowledge is a rusty memory. What you call trust is a hope, a loyalty which has gone untested.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
and now it's gone like a dream
some day we will all be gone

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