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She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
Because, perhaps she was cold
Any woman who thinks she is pro-life should ask herself
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She drowns quietly and without complaint
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
She was free
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
What the hell was she thinking?
Here were the words I was waiting for, without the part I wanted
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.
I was never any good at maths at school
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
She has the biggest cock of any girl I know
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She always was devious in her beauty
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 was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
She was so tall, and I was so in love
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
Each thing she learned became part of herself, to be used over and over in new adventures
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
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 steady
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
She Was 18, It Was Summer
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
I could do without it, if I knew what it was
I climbed the stairs behind him, without any reason to follow
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
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
Advantaging all without disadvantaging any
Besides the part where she was the only one
She was too beautiful to be human
She could not live with or without him
To a beautiful woman without any ketchup
there was more poetry in her shopping lists than in any of my rhymes
The serpent was in the garden again, but there weren't any apples left in the tree, so I figured things were cool.
You will be advanced socially, without any special effort on your part
Top 10 Reasons to Move to Canada Without Electing Any Of These Nitwits
She was locked in time
She left without saying goodbye
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 moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
When she was bad
If I was any good at this, I would be getting paid
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.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
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 was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
Could you be any more of a poseur? 'Changes' was a best-of!
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She is and was
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
she was waylaid by an octopus
She was coming out as he was going in.
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She knew what she was doing
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
The Revolution was Postponed Because of Rain
Because she is unchanging, you are crazy
Just because she's nice to you doesn't mean she wants to fuck you
Ads are the only way to make a technology profitable without the power of nudity
Where the floodwaters went after the flood was over
Donald Duck was banned in Finland because he doesn't wear pants
We are the servants of our muse, and we toil where she commands
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
the last time I clobbered a human soul it was over a red-nosed girl and a schoolbook in County Derry
Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
just because it was an accident doesn't mean it'll come back to life
And then night was here, after a day of measured breathing, and I could forget about breathing because the waiting was done
She had incongruity for breakfast because she felt like it
She threw herself from the bed
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
Susan Goldman, who has cervical cancer, is partly thankful as she braces herself but changes her mind as she's sprayed with burning jet fuel.
I wish when I closed a book I could set it on the shelf and know it was really over
The one valid argument for Judaism over any other religion
this was supposed to be a parable about the power of the imagination
I knew it was over the moment I bought those shoes
It’s herself she didn’t love
I married him because he was not mean
I don't like her because she won't like me
Opening a command prompt in Windows
because his heart was heavy, closing, like a tired eyelid
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
(because this was always subconsciously the inspiration, even if I did not know it at the time, and I only realised it just now)
No one learned anything, because there was nothing to learn.
When Desire Was a Virtue
In the Beginning was the Command Line
the way is easy for those without desire
She is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me
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 gave herself that holocaust haircut. cinnamon colored clippings cover the motel bedspread like sprinkles.
Shimmer over bridges like the river was a dream
If over the hills was someplace new and forgotten
This was when I knew my childhood was over
How Gudrun cast herself into the Sea, but was brought ashore again
His collection of substances that should not exist was stolen. The thieves then killed themselves 1000 times over.
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
she made them, like fire, expansible over all space
There was just the magic I'd brought and laid there over the years, piled up in the corners like twinkling dust bunnies
I lived in interesting times, came to the attention of those in power, and found what I was looking for.
It was all awesome. Then the robots took over.
I remember when it was me who made you want to take over the world and enslave humanity
The walls she had built around herself cracked and crumbled
because I have given up any care
Any man can handle adversity. If you want to test his character, give him power.
there aren't any stars because we haven't created them yet
any
Cats are far smarter than any other animal I know
The tattoo phenomenon
Corny cartoon sunshields will ensure that you're not getting any
Do not, under any circumstances, touch this button
It doesn't get any better than this
any way, shape or form
Love In Any Language
I secretly admire Cruella De Vil. PETA will be kicking down my door any second.
Any time! Anywhere!
Sex just walked by me, and I didn't get any, dammit
Does war have any redeeming features?
We're not hitch-hiking any more... we're RIDING!
At least things can't get any worse
A rose by any other name would smell as sweet
Any exercise can be made harder by going slower
As any fool can plainly see
The Story of Augustus who not have any Soup
how to simulate any random variable by tossing a coin
Any port in a storm
A Jared by any other name
someone without tattoos clearly has a fear of pain, which means in the kitchen they are slow and useless, therefore the food is weak and empty
Just when scratch pads couldn't get any better... (document)
Why aren't there any female Jedi?
It Doesn't Matter Any More
I can break into any Ford Expedition in an hour
How to turn any number into a 9
More numbers begin with 1 than with any other digit

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