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I can never be sure if it was real or just another illusion
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
Boy, I was sure lucky to be born into the one true faith!
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 couldn’t go and be beautiful
She was too beautiful to be human
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She Had to Be Sure
There's a sign on the wall. But she wants to be sure. Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
nor was there anything to be attained that you didn't already have
To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring - it was peace.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
If you meet a strange, confident woman, she may well be a witch
I couldn't sit, it was Thursday
Don't be smart too, I couldn't stand it
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
This wasn't how it was supposed to be
He had fallen in love, but I'm pretty sure the hellhound was only in it for the belly rubs
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She could be a businesswoman
If I was the ocean, what would you be to me?
If I was a woman I'd be a feminist too
It was something that sand out while burning itself up, at the risk that nothing would be left.
She was never mine. I always shared her.
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
It couldn't be us
His love was enormous; it cleared rooms that desperately wanted to be full.
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
I was sure it was her
If the Windows source code was leaked, what do you think would happen?
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
She must be what cocaine is like
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
If I was any good at this, I would be getting paid
I'm Rudy Giuliani! I was mayor of New York on 9/11! I Should Be The President!
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
there was a time when you couldn't just learn things instantly
I used to think of sobriety as a purgatory, and that to be under the influence of drugs was relief from it. Now that I'm older I believe the opposite to be true.
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
What the hell was she thinking?
Where's the kaboom?
Because, perhaps she was cold
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
"I'm sure your song is beautiful," she laughed
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
Noding for Numbers sure was silly, but it sure is better than Dada Fascism
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
The sky rained tears. I was sure.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
Each thing she learned became part of herself, to be used over and over in new adventures
She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
When we finally fall, it will be fast and sure
Could you be any more of a poseur? 'Changes' was a best-of!
she can't remember what it's like to be found
If all you did was node, your writeups wouldn't be very interesting, would they?
When she shouts BE QUIET THE NEIGHBORS WILL HEAR IF YOU'RE NOT QUIET
Nuke the entire site from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.
Open source cars would be doing 200 mpg by now
Most adults forget what it was like to be a child once they hit a certain age
It was something that sang out while burning itself up, at the risk that nothing would be left.
Once upon a time, I imagined she would be a river
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
The last girl I dated was a vegetarian. We couldn't go anywhere and so it just didn't work out.
We rode around the town late in the evening counting the streetlights to be sure all were burning
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
When she was bad
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
She grew a little older, while he was telling 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.
The total sum of all things would be zero if it was not for love
Be sure it's legal
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She was so tall, and I was so in love
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
she was waylaid by an octopus
She was coming out as he was going in.
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.
She knew what she was doing
She was free
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
What if Microsoft was forced to release the Windows source code?
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
more sure of all I thought was true
I was pretty sure that wasn't how slasher films were supposed to end, but you won't see me complaining.
Making sure your ballot was counted in a United States Election
Besides the part where she was the only one
She Was 18, It Was Summer
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
If she were an insect, she'd be a moth in search of a flame
There was never supposed to be an Episode 7, 8, or 9
If God was willing to let it be
A tentative laugh, she expected to be interrupted
RIT was supposed to be built in New Mexico
We couldn't be anywhere else but here
He wasn't programmed to be a tenor, he was programmed to be a physician!
I was Dan for fifteen minutes and I never want to be Dan again
It Couldn't Be Done
If love was a circus, you'd be a clown
She tells stories as if she knows what the ending will be.
She teaches a night class. Psychology 100, to be precise.
I couldn't possibly be the only one who doesn't see empathy as a curse
If this was an Olympic Sport, I'd be world champion
All the things she had at one point wanted to be
He made me promise I would do this when I was next sad. So I promised myself I would not be sad again.
she can scream so loud you'll be looking for your ears on the floor
To be sure of hitting the target, shoot first and call whatever you hit the target
this was supposed to be a parable about the power of the imagination
I was not made for love songs, and love songs will never be made for me.
what I thought was going to be a turtleneck turned out to be a dickey
you can't you can never be sure. you die without knowing.
It will be a love story ... for she will be my heroine for all time
The Saudis were terrified that someone was going to be a better Muslim than they were
It couldn't be
I was supposed to be dead when this picture was taken
I Was the Girl You Were Told Not to Be
My father's secret life was never meant to be secret
Foam on the tide is no more or less real than the sea, it simply is, was, will be
It must be morning when she dreams.
It was too late by the time the robots came and I couldn't, I just couldn't
She couldn't imagine that he liked dancing
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
She was locked in time
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
It was the Fourth Verse that they couldn't deal with
can it be that it was all so simple then
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
To a girl who thought she was moving away
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
She was so pleased to learn that she was 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.
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She always was devious in her beauty
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
She was steady
this is unlike the story it was written to be
If I were watched alone, I'd be considered insane
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
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
Surah 60 She that is to be Examined
She is and was
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
I was supposed to be somebody by the age of 23
To do is to be
Should I be happy?
"Hey wouldn't it be cool if we could do this" rule
You do not have a right to not be offended
Let It Be
I Kissed "Weird Al" Yankovic and All I Got Was This Lousy T-shirt
You're too young to be so old
Chant and be Happy
How to be invisible
Any song can be a love song
This program cannot be run in DOS mode
They'll None Of 'Em Be Missed
play dumb

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