Here's the stuff we found when you searched for "Your grandfather (bless his soul) wears a diaper and needs special old person clothing to keep him from turning into yellow dust"

• If my roommate doesn't keep his hands off my shit, I'm gonna fuck him up
• From each according to his abilities, to each according to his needs
• a bit of ash in his face keeps him warm
• From the brightness before Him passed His thick clouds
• I'm the only person who'd ever told him to his face he was beautiful.
• watch his heart turning into rock
• How much plant life is needed to keep a person alive in a sealed room?
• And love keeps pouring into Toronto from everywhere it's despised
• The Man Who Flew Into Space From His Apartment
• Do you not see that if we kill him with the pill from the till by making with it the drug in the jug, you need not light the candle with the handle on the gateau from the chateau!
• Amakuni once drew an old sword of his from a box, suddenly overjoyed by something he had cast aside.
• If her secrets spilled from her eyes into his
• How Candide Found His Old Master Pangloss Again and What Happened to Him
• a constant, low wind trembles through him, catching his words and sending them out into the world
• From The Dust Returned
• It didn't matter what star it came from, just the familiar warmth of the sunlight on his face
• It is not instruction, but provocation, that I can receive from another soul.
• If you keep going into the barbershop you'll end up getting a haircut
• How to keep your discman from beeping
• the magic that was meant to capture the outlaw instead transformed him into a monster
• Keep Napster and other peer-to-peer apps from eating your school's bandwidth
• Bless his Heart
• An artist takes a yellow spot and makes it into the sun
• Keep us away from us
• Lord I Just Can't Keep from Crying
• Draw myself into the shell, waiting on a sign from god...or a nod from hell
• To me he is a daisy and I keep trying to count his petals
• How the Old Woman Took Care Of Candide, and How He Found the Object of His Love
• keep away from children and poets.
• We Are The Boys From Old Florida
• We need to keep fucking till we're all the same color
• Turning a noder into a walnut
• I'll never be the one to force my parents into an "old age" home
• special needs
• E2 is like getting old, having friends die, and running into them on the street
• The day we were married the leftover doves from his days of being a magician hummed little love songs in the attic
• How Candide Escaped from the Bulgarians and What Befell Him Afterward
• Having gotten myself into a position where I can have my cake and eat it too, I feel a strong compulsion to get up from the table
• God keep me from ever completing anything
• sunset rainwater turns her sidewalk chalk-art into a sherbert delight; a surprise gift from chaos that tumbles her like tinkling bells onto the wet grass
• his whole life, like a thundercloud, out in front of him
• Better than kicking him into next week
• Meanwhile, the PILOT, who has been laughing hysterically through the entire sequence, finally loses it. He falls out of his chair and bangs his head against the panel, causing the ship to lose control and crash into a nearby planet
• The Old Man and his Grandson
• The Fisherman and His Soul: Part 3
• if a bird is never free from his cage, then his world is only his name
• Which God was cooler, the one from the Old Testament or the one from the New Testament?
• Look into your soul
• Is America turning into a country full of junkies?
• Turning coffee into words
• holed up in the old cannery, i keep finding fingers in my dreams
• Keeping beer cold in the Old West
• Sometimes when I see you fall into bed you just keep falling
• I remember the old tree laughing, as I leapt into the sky
• I'm trying to see little old ladies as versions of my mom; it helps me be a better person
• I sold my soul for a gift I scarcely use, which I keep to myself
• old soul (user)
• Who needs another person when you have yourself?
• Time keeps on slippin' into the future
• What I deduced from his reading matter
• You can only watch as his heart is coaxed from his chest to his sleeve
• Keeping a cake from sticking to the pan
• His eyes look out at me from people that I meet
• An insight into government spending derived from potty-training
• running from a blind person's perspective
• Keep fragile species from reproducing
• Having someone wrapped around you, looking into your eyes, inches away from your face, smiling the cutest smile in the world and giving you quick little kisses on the nose is the greatest feeling anywhere ever
• we turn into werewolves, liquor dripping from our fangs
• Sorry to eat and run, but I've got to go stop Lincoln from killing Hitler in his crib
• His voice is like something from a distant age, the voice of the earth itself, the voice of a tree, the voice of a stone.
• tiny alien ideas sprout in his brain, like baby incisors erupting from his testicles
• Emergency evacuation of soul and bicycle from suburbia
• mantras are a hack to keep the word-brain from talking
• To withhold forgiveness from a person is like drinking poison and waiting for them to die.
• Then I poked him in his sunburn
• What makes him so goddamned special?
• It's not so much that I like him as a person God, but as a boy he's very handsome
• In the long purple evenings when rock n roll from WLAM blurred into night baseball from WCOU
• The Fisherman and his Soul
• Removing wax from clothing
• Harry Sells His Soul
• George W. Bush and His Foray into Nuclear Physics
• As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
• if you buy into the wizard's bullshit, soon you're all standing waist-deep in things you didn't even know could exist and no one has any clue how to stop him
• Farewell from an old cat
• she's the reason the dust i finally leave will be better than the dust i came from
• Do you imagine that his mind may have found its worldline, a track for it to fit into?
• e2 is turning me into an alcoholic
• Putting the party back into the Grand Old Party
• I needed clever hands, an ear to whisper into
• Turning into traffic
• It's not a great feat for a smart person to get into a good school
• Tapping into a decade old delusion
• Launch me into space, and I'll never need to come back
• I do not like the sky night or day and keep my eyes on the yellow lines heading under the car
• Why do I keep turning down sex?
• There is poetry in my soul, but I keep it on a short leash
• turning into flowers
• Turning moJoe into a jar of lemon-flavored pickles
• my father, the crooked old animal, wounded, fur scruffy; keeps on giving
• old soul
• How a 25-year-old can contract diaper rash in one fun night
• Special needs for special children
• Old Souls
• There's a special place in my heart for old suitcases
• Ballet dancers don't wear diapers
• Autumn’s Herald Wears Yellow
• Does your soul cast about like an old paper bag?
• Screw diapers, your kids are gonna need tire swings and bananas, Monkey Boy
• A chained man need only shut his eyes to make the world explode.
• Having gotten myself into a position where I can have my cake and eat it too, I feel no compulsion to get up from the table
• Keep guns away from drunks
• Any sufficiently nice person is indistinguishable from someone who likes you
• Every strong wind one leans into and smiles should bring back a lost toy from childhood
• yellow dust
• How to jump into water from a height
• Tendency to shift blame keeps schools from improving
• You can tell a lot about a person from their e-mail address
• All I ever needed to know about unit conversion, I learned from drugs
• The pennies from Heaven drop through my soul
• everything I need to know about life I learned from juggling
• A Fantastic story from an old guy
• Person from Porlock
• For from dust we were created and to dust we shall return
• keep away from children
• I tiptoe back into myself so I can run from what I was
• The most direct path in my soul, is from me to you
• His memory perishes from the earth, and he has no name in the street.
• She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
• The judging of American talent by persons from the United Kingdom
• collecting on old debts from when mom was a loan shark
• The Little Old Lady from Pasadena
• Letter from Nicola Sacco to his counsel, August 18, 1924
• You make a light in the world and you hope someone can still look up from the dust for long enough to see it
• Abandoned books from the old barn
• Thrusting into horse beings from space using a modicum of caution
• flowers come from the ground, where their souls are trapped all winter
• I convert my crushes into friends, and from there to the status of Muse
• Have you tried to keep the river from the sea?
• I knew enough about him to know his name and what kind of snowball he could make
• You Should Never Have Asked Him About His Job!
• His mind went blank against the flesh next to him
• Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
• The Man Felt an Iron Hand Grasp Him by the Hair, at the Nape. Not One Hand, a Hundred Hands Seized Him, Each by the Hair, and Tore Him Head to Foot, the Way You Tear Up a Sheet of Paper, Into Hundreds of Little Pieces
• Taking my son to meet his grandfather
• The Architect Erects his Time-Proof Temple from the Inside
• To Him the law is everything. Even today, lawyers are His favorites.
• His mother is slowly killing him.
• The Fisherman and His Soul: Part 4
• The Fisherman and His Soul: Part 2
• When he was five, his father made him murder his imaginary friend.
• The Desert of his Soul
• The Old Man and His Big Toe
• why is the great man great? he keeps on running through a world of his own.
• A mace to the face keeps every man in his place
• left everything on his desk and walked out into the bright sunlight
• The Fisherman and His Soul: Part 5
• Any man can handle adversity. If you want to test his character, give him power.
• because I am lazy and enjoy staring blankly into space (which is also the space where novels come from)
• Dusty Old Dust
• Into the World There Came a Soul Named Ida
• I think I'm turning into a guy
• Green into yellow into orange, like leaves
• Converting an old laptop LCD screen into a VGA monitor
• He tells me that I could have his heart and I want to take it right then, slip it into my pocket and run
• A regiment of intellectual ghosts walks the streets of this working class city, casting dignity, reason, and courage into each soul they pass by
• Turning death into flowers - ecological burial
• I want to hear about his day in person
• The old man and his bottle of spirits
• Kick up dust in the ruins of each other's souls
• Bless your brown eyes smiling
• BLESSED 1 (user)
• Yellow sticker
• The diaper pins of authority

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