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you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
middle of summer how crazy it was
How was the play, Missus Lincoln?
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
Dust mop so magic she can not believe how fun it is to clean up after people
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
How was Trump at Munich?
How my Father was excommunicated from the LDS Church
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
Because, perhaps she was cold
When she was bad
She says kill. I say how many.
How the Earth was destroyed
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
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?
This wasn't how it was supposed to be
How America was mapped
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
Sympathy for the Mongols & How The Rise of the West was just sheer Dumb Luck
How I was thrown from a car at 45 mph
How the West Was Won
How's she goin', by
man when you are telling me how it was
How Gudrun cast herself into the Sea, but was brought ashore again
How Kissing Was Discovered
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
To a girl who thought she was moving away
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
She was steady
That's Just How He Was
How she saw the moon
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
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
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She was so tall, and I was so in love
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
How was the Bible canonized?
How Candide Was Brought Up in a Magnificent Castle and How He Was Driven Thence
How Candide Was Obliged to Leave the Fair Cunegund and the Old Woman
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
How Eulenspiegel, along with the other boys, was made to eat too much bread
She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
How's she cutting?
she does not know how much I need this
How clear she shines
And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep?
Charles Bridgeman
Do you remember how small your body was when you were five?
Five minutes after falling off the cliff, I realized how high it really was
she does not know how much I need this (idea) mp3 (recording)
This is the story of how I was killed in Peru
Running a BBS
Finding the origin of a Hotmail message
relatedly somehow, there was a point a few years ago when I learned how to terrify
I was pretty sure that wasn't how slasher films were supposed to end, but you won't see me complaining.
How the West Was Lost
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
all I ever learned from love was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
She was locked in time
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
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 a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
The cult leader poured himself a drink and started on about his plans, and I wondered how the priest was getting on
The male libido - or - How I was castrated by the 90's
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
Just how perfect was Jesus?
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She always was devious in her beauty
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
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.
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She is and was
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She was too beautiful to be human
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
she was waylaid by an octopus
She was coming out as he was going in.
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
She knew what she was doing
She was free
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
How was your trip to London, Dan?
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.
WoOz: 17 How the Balloon Was Launched
The annoying orange orb outside my window each morning
Those Annoying Post Bros.
There's nothing more annoying than to try to rebel against someone who's totally supportive about whatever you want to do
Useless, Annoying Characters
Annoying email forwards
That annoying, wailing crap that passes for soul these days
The most annoying clients have the most interesting cases
This really annoying trend for adapting a single novel into multiple films
Advertising is an Annoying Rich Friend
how to make a mess
how
Teach your grandmother how to suck eggs
How appropriate, you fight like a cow!
If I didn't ask, I'd never know (how much you hate me)
anyone lived in a pretty how town
How to Use a Urinal
Formatting poems and simple HTML
How to beat the national debt
How to link to individual user searches
I Kissed "Weird Al" Yankovic and All I Got Was This Lousy T-shirt
How to Host a Murder
Just how old is James, exactly?
How Does Your Garden Grow?
How my plans to sell someone's soul on eBay were foiled
How to Cook Everything
The day I realized how sane I really am
how to leave the planet
How to disappear completely and never be found
shortcrust pastry
How do you know a girl wants to smooch?
How to spot a powerful mage
What is it like to have a crush on someone?
How Candide Escaped from the Bulgarians and What Befell Him Afterward
How Candide Found His Old Master Pangloss Again and What Happened to Him
How the Portuguese Made a Superb Auto-De-Fe to Prevent Any Future Earthquakes, and How Candide Underwent Public Flagellation
How the Old Woman Took Care Of Candide, and How He Found the Object of His Love
How Candide Killed the Brother of His Dear Cunegund
What Happened to Them at Surinam, and How Candide Became Acquainted with Martin
The Knack... and How to Get It
How to make love to a virgin
How to re-integrate the poor and wealthy classes to ensure blending marriages
How amelinda retroactively changed early Judaic lore
How to smuggle a snake onto an airplane
How to torture a telemarketer

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