Findings:
- will our souls remember where we said we'd meet?
- this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
- Maybe if we're lucky the person dreaming our lives will wake up
- assume the Party Escort Submission Position or you will miss the party
- WHO WILL JOIN THE HALLOWED RANKS OF THE IRON? (document)
- Our children will laugh at the names of our over-the-counter medicines
- Our love is eternal. The night will end. The dragon is forever. Good will prevail. Mother sits on her throne.
- Our children will judge us by our memes
- the world will be remade in our image
- Our stories will surprise even our selves.
- I will trust you my mission while the sun nestled in the mountains on the horizon and yawned; creating a magical sunrise before our untrained eyes
- Do you believe, dear reader, that there exists a slender gossamer thread binding you and and I together in our shared humanity? Say 'yes', and we will face the onslaught of the unreal together.
- We Regret to Inform You That Tomorrow We Will Be Killed with Our Families
- and we will walk till our feet ache
- we will replace the stars with machines of our own creation
- Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of God as we understood Him
- The winter chill reminds those of us closer to our end than our beginning that maybe, just maybe, safety isn't the primary goal in a life that will certainly end in death.
- if we are to be lies, we will be lies of our own making
- It will only make our insides burn until we are nothing but ash.
- Our world will change
- On the last day of 2004, we will do something in Portland. That thing is called a party. You can come.
- We Invent Gods That Will Fit in Our Pocket
- and our dreams will break the boundaries of our fears
- You know our love will not fade away
- Maybe when we drown the fish will be our friends
- Our warning signs will protect us
- Only my hours spent gaming will stand between our world and total destruction
- Among strangers who will say so many things to fill our ears
- Join the E-Corps!
- Join
- Joined at the hip
- outer join
- Never Join a CD Club
- I saw a queue and thought, "I'd better join it"
- I can't wait until I join it.
- How the Grand Gallipoot Joined The Nomes
- /join #3,0
- Join The French Foreign Legion
- Join or Die
- Join me
- Australian Public Service
- Join the Dots
- Small pieces loosely joined
- Want to join the story-go-round? (document)
- I've been cordially invited to join the visceral realists
- He cries for me, all these years later. He'll never stop 'til I join him in the grave.
- we invite you to join us in an effort to conserve
- Wonder Boy Woo joins the NOC
- Our Lady Peace
- The United States' upcoming war with China
- our first time
- the better angels of our nature
- Some of our best friends are three minutes long
- TV is the alien sitting in our home
- They were getting into riot gear as we sipped our wine
- Time has imprisoned us in the order of our years
- We are Our Stories
- Our Balls Are Bigger
- They killed our Lord
- Our Father
- Do we forgive our fathers in their time or in our time?
- Our way or the highway
- parlance of our times
- We nod our approvals in other ways
- On Our Backs
- Ain't Nobody's Business if You Do: The Absurdity of Consensual Crimes in Our Free Country
- our sun
- Our
- Ours
- The Happiest Days of Our Lives
- our own little patch of dixie
- Things that give our life meaning
- Our work and why we do it
- Nazi Supermen Are Our Superiors
- a copy of our home game
- Bad Boys Rape Our Young Girls But Violet Gives Willingly
- What Happened to Our Two Travelers with Two Girls, Two Monkeys, and the Savages, Called Oreillons
- Our last conversation
- We must increase our bust!
- Our Dumb Century
- Reform our politics
- The television screen of our collective unconscious
- Our Beloved Revolutionary Sweetheart
- Our Position Against Suicide
- Who owns our writeups?
- Is our ultimate economic goal death?
- On Seeing a Piece of Our Heavy Artillery Brought into Action
- A Mighty Fortress Is Our God
- Let's just turn our children into burbling idiots
- Our Singing Strength
- Concerning our Priests
- Of the Doctrine of our Priests
- Perhaps God is our future, not our past
- Our Delaware
- the stars that change our minds
- If by Dull Rhymes our English must be Chain'd
- Our Old Feuillage
- Six Myths of Our Time
- Our Lady of Mount Carmel
- Admitted to God, to ourselves and to another human being the exact nature of our wrongs
- If our genitalia were on our hands
- A Proposal For An Expedition To Our Hollow Earth
- The world would be in much better shape if our leaders were hamsters
- Texas, Our Texas
- I don't think we're old enough to know if we're alcoholics at our age
- If we had a more developed tailbone, would we wag our tail?
- Does the pace of technology outpace our ability to use it for good?
- Everything is the Endless Exposition of Our Existence
- We only use 10% of our brain
- Our Rubbish Dreams
- Why do we think we can give a score to our happiness?
- Be our drone
- No Regrets for Our Youth
- We have learned our lessons well
- Why I poison the atmosphere and deplete our natural resources
- We've received your resume, and we're entering your credentials in our companywide database
- We Wash Our Squash
- The Last Day of Our Acquaintance
- One Man Army
- The Year of Our Lord
- Eyesight resolution
- thefez: our global nightmare
- This is our ool. Notice there is no P in it. Please keep it that way.
- Tenchi, go get some more *hic* TEA!
- Giving our kids something to rebel against
- Misconceptions about our conception
- C'est un ours mal léché
- When you had left our pirate fold
- with cat-like tread upon our prey we steal
- The condom is the glass slipper of our generation
- We are all sitting on our asses, simultaneously staring blankly at computer screens all over the world
- Our Final Goodbye
- Governments cannot be trusted with our personal information
- Our rover can kick your lander's ass!
- How Our Bodies Are Used--and Our Minds
- Our Name is Mud
- I'd love to go back to the late 80's and tell them about our time
- Our Town
- Math is not a social construct: Our understanding of math is a social construct
- 'Twas people! People soiled our green!
- Our American Heritage, Volume 1
- Pain and beauty, our constant bedfellows. Young as I was, I understood.
- We left our dead where they lay and the sand preserved them
- We're on our way to being GODS!
- Who's Rating our Games?
- Happy endings are not our birthright.
- The leaky ceiling saved our night
- Our hearts were hard, but they were warm
- Sprillowed Sprawling Predictions on Our Future
- The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
- We are the People Our Parents Warned Us About
- Our love sustains me far beyond the gold horizon
- Our sensei
- Why the alternate worlds in science fiction are never our world
- Why do we hurt when our loved ones die?
- Our Lady of Lourdes (user)
- Nostalgia filled our lungs every time we inhaled
- in cities not our own
- There's no 'eak' in our off-peak
- Changing our lives
- Death is our business and business is good
- Our Share of Night to Bear
- Anarchism and Our Times
- Why should we trust our conscience?
- The Enemies of Our Enemies
- The Enemies of Our Enemies Part 2
- Grave Are The Hairs On Our Asses
- Dreams Of Our Fathers
- the death of our flowers
- Gravity's on our side
- The Dancefloor is our Mother. Her heart beats at 125 BPM.
- Our Fathers of Old
- Our Bodies, Ourselves
- Our Hero
- God Bless our Native Land
- The boundary drawn by our skin
- You're in our world now
- The SAT rules our lives
- The Lord's Prayer: Irish (Gaeilge)
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