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She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
Seriously, though, who the hell did I think I was going to become?
she is the sort of woman who, when put to the magnifying glass, refused to burn
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
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.
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
A Woman Who Never Was
A woman will do anything if she loves you.
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
To a girl who thought she was moving away
Any woman who thinks she is pro-life should ask herself
We do what we do because of who we are. If we did otherwise, we would not be ourselves.
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
The Box Said 'Do NOT Open" But The Seal Was Already Broken
I did not have sexual relations with that woman
Do you remember how small your body was when you were five?
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.
It was all I could do not to cry
She who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.
She was steady
What do girls think about guys who think about what other people think about girls and what they do?
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
She Was 18, It Was Summer
she was waylaid by an octopus
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
Who do you call for help when all your friends are dead?
I thought what I'd do was, I'd pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes
We did not know it was a war
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
I could do without it, if I knew what it was
She was free
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
Besides the part where she was the only one
She was coming out as he was going in.
What did you do for your mother today?
It's too bad she won't live. But then again, who does?
a woman I do not love
What do you have that you did not receive?
He who seeks equity must do equity.
i love your mom very much yes i do
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.
What do you call a woman's genitalia?
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 was very beautiful. Y'know?
We who do not have regular names spend a lot of time by ourselves. It suits us.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
A reminder to drivers who do not have cruise control
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She was so tall, and I was so in love
If a woman lactates honey, she probably has cooter bees
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
What did people use as incidental music before Moby was invented?
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
She who abandons does not return
She knew what she was doing
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
i mean honestly what did the dodo ever do for us
What do guys think of girls who hook up with pseudo-random guys?
Helping someone who practices self-mutilation
The Art Of Insulting - Chapter II - Who do I insult?
I am the single person who comes over to do the laundry
Those torpedo bombers didn't do a darn thing did they
Helping a loved one with depression
people do, on the whole, have the right to be who they want to be
That which I should have done I did not do
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
What did men do to deserve "I Will Survive"?
Those who can't do, teach
Snakes on a Plane: Clinton did not have conversations with that woman
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
Do You Believe In True Love, She Asks
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
Who am I to critique that which she is?
I was my mom for a while
She Who Holds the Sky
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
If you meet a strange, confident woman, she may well be a witch
Did Dionysus do the right thing?
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
The cactus that told me my mom was asleep
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She is and was
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
Because, perhaps she was cold
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
What the hell did I do with my keys this time?
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
God is a pretty girl across the bar who smiles and waves in your direction; and you think she is waving at you
She was too beautiful to be human
A woman has 30 ways of laughing, but only 1 way in which she cries.
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.
She is a night of dark trees, but he who is not afraid of her darkness will find banks full of roses under her cypresses
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
The boy who did not understand the language of the birds
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
They did not forgive us, she thought. We will surely die.
Was that real, or did I dream it?
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
who did this to me?
did i really change the way you think about everything? was it the chemicals in your brain?
It was the least I could do
If the Windows source code was leaked, what do you think would happen?
There's nothing more annoying than to try to rebel against someone who's totally supportive about whatever you want to do
When I was little my mother told me not to sit close to the T.V., so when I was six I did.
"It was wrong to do this," said the angel
Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
Where did you go? Out. What did you do? Nothing.
What do you say to someone who has just had an abortion?
What do you call a person who speaks three languages?
Who do you love?
It takes two guys to do half a woman's job
Daddy, what did you do in the Great War?
What I would do If I knew what was good for me
So long Arthur Miller! Who do I have to look up to now?
How Do You Know Who's A Stranger?
She loved me for my brains not my body. It's what zombies do.
My grandma died yesterday. Did she die?
who do you think you are?
Damn, damn, damn: what did you have to go and do that for
It was the right thing to do.
Sandra will do as Sandra always does, that is, whatever she wants
What did my spleen ever do for me?
He made me promise I would do this when I was next sad. So I promised myself I would not be sad again.
I don't remember what life was like when I was seven. I like the taste of air. What should I do?
Well, what happened? Did she succeed?
Who are you? What are you? How do you? What will you?
Everything Hitler did was legal
I did not need it. I was strong. I was steady. I knew what I was doing.
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
She Who Is
collecting on old debts from when mom was a loan shark
you can give up, but there will always be those who do not
What the hell was she thinking?
She was locked in time
What do you see, when you see a woman in armor?
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
She was never mine. I always shared her.
In the end it did not matter. The ocean was still there.
If all you did was node, your writeups wouldn't be very interesting, would they?
Did I do that?
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
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.
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
She always was devious in her beauty
Everything Stalin did was legal
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
When she was bad
(because this was always subconsciously the inspiration, even if I did not know it at the time, and I only realised it just now)
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.
And if terrorists wanted to communicate secretly, mightn't they just do so by collaborating on a 'draft' here at e2? Can the NSA check on our drafts? Who knows? Inquiring minds want to know, Jay!
All you ever did was let it happen
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
She is not a girl, she is a woman. No, wait, she's a girl.
What dream did you rise on to know my soul the way you do?
I did not miss what my body did not remember, until it was reminded
that pain was something I needed, and probably did to myself

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