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making certain he was touching her
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
An ocean away and here he was, seeping into 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.
All he left her was alone
Oh hey, by the way, he's the Antichrist
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
So says the preacher man, but... I don't go by what he says
He thinks a path and travels the emptiness that was there
He gave her a daisy
Electronically, I was questioned by a mallard of flame…
He was hard in all the wrong places
That week with her was like drinking bubbles
I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
it was years before they met again, by chance
In the end, he could quiet his mind only by dying
More than he was willing to give
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
Hands cupped into a half circle, he bent foward to help her catch a light
A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
By morning I will have erased all traces that I was ever here
Her name was Natalie
he was alive, and some of the other people, they were carbon copies
She always was devious in her beauty
That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
he was a punk poet himself
I was raised by the French government
leaving by night
If the government wasn't involved in the Sept 11 attacks, what was it doing?
It was too late by the time the robots came and I couldn't, I just couldn't
Amakuni once drew an old sword of his from a box, suddenly overjoyed by something he had cast aside.
Gays don't need us heteros to propagate gay stereotypes; they're doing just fine by themselves
Donald Duck was banned in Finland because he doesn't wear pants
Mr. Lunch liked to chase birds. In fact, he was a professional.
Shaymus is older than I thought he was
How He Didn't Understand Her Whichever
He was born with the gift of logic but the inability to use it
Now he dances to bring her back.
Wheresoever he went, there was Eden
It was late when he came home; it woke you up
Anyone could know just by watching her silent moves
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
pretends to sleep as he looks her over
I thought he was a man but he was just a little boy
All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
I was sure it was her
He was a man stuck between the objective and the subjective
My friend is dating someone who likes him far more than he likes her
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
He had fallen in love, but I'm pretty sure the hellhound was only in it for the belly rubs
My first and last attempt at a one night stand was raided by the police
By Appointment to Her Majesty The Queen
That Thursday the Universe was curved in the morning and was flat again by afternoon
Young Virgin Auto-Sodomized by Her Own Chastity
A man is known by the company he keeps.
surrounded by stars, her dark hair blending into the fabric of the night sky
By evening I will have returned all traces that I was ever here
My lunch money was stolen by a predatory Mars rover
Learning by doing
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.
I did not need it. I was strong. I was steady. I knew what I was doing.
If you become lucid, you realize history's greatest literature was being written as you read it ...by yourself.
He makes me feel alone just by being there
As I looked back, he was reveling in his own feces
How Candide Was Brought Up in a Magnificent Castle and How He Was Driven Thence
As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
It was 1992. He smiled.
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
Tom, He was a Piper's Son
The Marlboro Man died of cancer, but he wasn't a rocket scientist when he was healthy, ha ha ha.
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
he listened so well, he was still curious.
He was the kind of man who shacked up for shelter
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
I don't know what he was listening for, but he wasn't listening
Food which was intended as such by nature
That's Just How He Was
He was found
I was discovered by scientists, what will they call me?
When I was 21, he was building a Time Machine
He was there, and then he wasn't, and with him went those memories
Jesus said, "I love him, for he is my brother." He was talking about everyone.
he has her eyes
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
He Was Only Joking
Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
I got the feeling the Fairy Council was mad at me when the president knocked over her coffee to get a better grip on my neck
Her hair was seaweed and the Pacific wind sang
Leaving her lipstick on a glass as a reminder.
That time I was almost killed by scary cult children
there was more poetry in her shopping lists than in any of my rhymes
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
The class valedictorian was still tripping balls when he was bailed out in time to give the commencement speech at graduation
I was hit by a train that doesn't really exist
If you loved her, you'd be home by now
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
huge marketing muscle powered by VC funny money
Roger Schank's Learning by Doing Meets Case-Based Reasoning
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
Jacques Chirac was shot in the head by a fascist named Jean-Marie Le Pen
In her tomb by the sounding sea
There was a Man Dwelt by a Churchyard
Open source cars would be doing 200 mpg by now
judge a captain not by his shipwrecks, but by whether or not he blames the sea
If I'd have shot her when I met her, I'd be out of jail by now.
The German textbook that was written by Morrissey
I was supposed to be somebody by the age of 23
My Singing was Stolen by Whispers to a False Friend
By morning I will have erased all traces that I was ever a bear
she was waylaid by an octopus
Fields of sunshine bloom as the midnight in her dress falls away, replaced by moonlight.
What was stolen by someone else
Things you can't tell just by looking at her
every secret thing was made by some one
He probably thinks he is doing fine
I was doing so well.
No important data was harmed by the ILOVEYOU worm
smiling in photographs was a concept introduced by Kodak
I could tell by all of her dead house plants
I Was Kidnapped By Lesbian Pirates from Outer Space
The Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even
if I was doing it for compliments I would have stopped a lot sooner
So, he's leaving
The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist
So I was balls deep in the guy's ass that night when he turns to me and asks for a kiss. Damn. What a fag.
Then again, maybe he was recruiting for a cult
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
I married him because he was not mean
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
He's Leaving Home
He had a prison of brass built in the hole, and then, when it was finished, he locked up his daughter
He was confirming to himself that they were laughing with him after all
At least he was gentle
He wasn't programmed to be a tenor, he was programmed to be a physician!
I'm the only person who'd ever told him to his face he was beautiful.
When he was little, he laughed in his sleep.
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, that he should weep for her?
'twas the telltale tink-tock of marionettes, he felt certain, that jingle-jangled from behind her shower curtain
Things you can tell just by looking at her
He Was a Crook
Tomorrow, he must tell her that he doesn't love her anymore.
He made me promise I would do this when I was next sad. So I promised myself I would not be sad again.
He loved her so much, he wanted to do her autopsy
he doesn't know, but her eyes widen too far
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
He breaks her heart on a daily basis
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She knew what she was doing
The male libido - or - How I was castrated by the 90's
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.
I was taken by a honeymoon scam
She was coming out as he was going in.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
Once there was a bug in a hole that he dug
some say he was never here at all
The Trial: Andrew Johnson was not guilty of the crimes for which he was impeached.
He was like the bottle of Champagne Krug
When he was five, his father made him murder his imaginary friend.
Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few
John Cassavettes Was No Help At All

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