Findings:

• Amakuni once drew an old sword of his from a box, suddenly overjoyed by something he had cast aside.
• His memory perishes from the earth, and he has no name in the street.
• What I deduced from his reading matter
• He found a liquid cure for his landlocked blues
• So he's dressed a little differently and he has a halo-like light above his head.
• tiny alien ideas sprout in his brain, like baby incisors erupting from his testicles
• In the end, he could quiet his mind only by dying
• "I see," said the blind man to his deaf wife as he picked up his hammer and saw
• You can only watch as his heart is coaxed from his chest to his sleeve
• He throws his heart down like a gauntlet
• When he was little, he laughed in his sleep.
• he looks hurt from behind that eye patch, the choker, the bare chest
• The day we were married the leftover doves from his days of being a magician hummed little love songs in the attic
• How the Old Woman Took Care Of Candide, and How He Found the Object of His Love
• He weaves his words
• He will have the taste of warm ripe fruit in his mouth
• if a bird is never free from his cage, then his world is only his name
• He learned to dance from emus but he learned to love from seraphim
• He tells me that I could have his heart and I want to take it right then, slip it into my pocket and run
• If a frog had wings, he wouldn't kick his tail when he jumped
• Their feet grow dark with his blood
• I kicked the Martian in his otherworldly balls, and he screamed like the solar wind howling through a planetary magnetosphere
• We enjoy a quiet but satisfying yuletide until people from the social services come to release us
• Flushing out your enemies from their lair with bad rock music
• Living for the reasons of the dead that moved to paper from their heads
• It has all the majesty of butterflies emerging from their cocoons, and all the sounds of Aphex Twin
• Letter from Nicola Sacco to his counsel, August 18, 1924
• How many times has God twiddled his thumbs before he put vertebrates on the Earth?
• He Died with a Felafel in His Hand
• flowers come from the ground, where their souls are trapped all winter
• I'm not HIS sister; he's MY brother
• I knew enough about him to know his name and what kind of snowball he could make
• He had a prison of brass built in the hole, and then, when it was finished, he locked up his daughter
• He flops over and bonks his head
• Oedipus-Schmedipus, as long as he loves his mother
• Open letter from Saddam Hussein to the American peoples and the western peoples and their gov'ts
• When he was five, his father made him murder his imaginary friend.
• He is honest and forthright with strangers. He reserves his lies for his family
• He made a way to his anger
• I should ask my barber where he gets his hair cut, then go there and slowly make my way up the chain
• He who does not forget his first love will not recognize his last
• The Miller, His Son, and Their Ass
• 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
• Where do dogs get their Vitamin C from, when they don't eat fruits?
• 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
• Bands Who Take Their Names from Eighteenth-century English Poetry and Prose
• The Man Who Flew Into Space From His Apartment
• 'twas the telltale tink-tock of marionettes, he felt certain, that jingle-jangled from behind her shower curtain
• His eyes look out at me from people that I meet
• what he carried from here to Okinawa
• 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.
• If her secrets spilled from her eyes into his
• It didn't matter what star it came from, just the familiar warmth of the sunlight on his face
• The Architect Erects his Time-Proof Temple from the Inside
• Sorry to eat and run, but I've got to go stop Lincoln from killing Hitler in his crib
• You can tell a lot about a person from their e-mail address
• He's dead, Jim. You grab his wallet, I'll grab his tricorder.
• The promise of life. This he stole from himself as well.
• He Knows Not Their Names
• As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
• I don't know where he gets his words but I like them
• I am phone posting from a gazebo outside of a library while using their WiFi in the rain
• All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
• He Had Not Where To Lay His Head
• As I looked back, he was reveling in his own feces
• She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
• Of King Sigmund's last battle, and of how he must yield up his sword again
• He lived in southern California with his tanned, powdered mother
• He stretched out his arms but she was not there
• To me he is a daisy and I keep trying to count his petals
• From the brightness before Him passed His thick clouds
• From each according to his abilities, to each according to his needs
• why is the great man great? he keeps on running through a world of his own.
• It's easier to kick a praying man, because he's on his knees already
• He wakes up everyday, puts an empty gun in his mouth, and pulls the trigger.
• judge a captain not by his shipwrecks, but by whether or not he blames the sea
• I'm the only person who'd ever told him to his face he was beautiful.
• "The Americans in their wisdom have taken the heads off the pictures, enlarged them and superimposed them with the heads of animals and then strung them up all over the walls of the interrogation room," he said
• He Would Close His Eyes, and the World Would Burn.
• he is too shy to write his tale
• He began to learn that waste flows downstream. Imagine his surprise.
• He's a feminist. He tells that to all his mistresses.
• He said 'tentacle porn', so I stuck my dick in a toaster and went from there
• He just left his body
• mr. T pities the fool regardless of whether he is wearing his seatbelt
• I saved his life. He does not know it.
• 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
• Wandering about with keys dangling from an oversized shoelace around your neck
• 3rd Rock from the Sun
• From Dusk Till Dawn
• You can't get there from here
• Argument from Evil
• Notes from the Underground
• from scratch
• Hating religion is different from hating an ethnic group
• The In Sound from Way Out!
• Argument from Design
• The Creature from the Black Lagoon
• Drinking from the water hose
• I've had better hugs from wind gusts and dead people
• Escape From New York
• There once was a man from Nantucket
• freedom from suffering
• Letters from my mother
• God won't take the time to sort your ashes from mine
• Playing hooky from the family
• Happy Labor Day from Insomnia Boy
• Small gifts from the universe
• Awful Green Things from Outer Space
• Muppets From Space
• Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis
• letter from a Boeing 717
• Snapple Sun
• From Hell
• Why I am going to pretend I am a girl online from now on
• Escape From Staten Island
• Sending mail from a cell phone
• A Letter from Grant Richards to James Joyce, April 23, 1906
• Letters from a Savior; Offer for a few
• From Ritual to Romance
• strictly from hunger
• Will the distant future see a removal from linear thought?
• A Letter from Grant Richards to James Joyce, May 1, 1906
• What I want from life
• From a Letter to Stanislaus Joyce, September 1905
• From a Letter from Stanislaus Joyce to James Joyce, October 10, 1905
• From a Letter to Grant Richards, October 15, 1905
• Where the hell did that font come from?
• Excerpts from the Marion Barry Crack Tape
• Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus
• If you can't spell, you're an idiot. "Original ideas" don't come from idiots.
• pajamas from the dryer
• Any sufficiently advanced music is indistinguishable from MIDI
• Swear words from science fiction
• From a Letter from Grant Richards to James Joyce, May 10, 1906
• FTP from my dreams
• Just some more jokes from the Necronomicon
• Getting what you want from disgruntled lab techs
• lost in the wind from a butterfly's wings
• The Menace from Earth
• Erich Fromm
• RFC 1217
• Starting from Paumanok
• The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas
• 'A Letter' from Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
• COME FROM
• Making plastic explosives from bleach
• so expendable in their memory
• Scenes from "Politian"
• An envelope from the previous systems administrator
• Drawing an Affirmative Conclusion From a Negative Premise
• The Child who came from an Egg
• nice from a distance
• Visitors From Oz
• News from the Libertarian Party
• Men are from Earth. Women are from Earth. Deal with it.
• LPPR: Remembering the dead from the war on drugs
• Things I've learned from Everything
• How to watch the stars from a secluded island
• The day porn moved from film to video
• Eyeball prolapse
• News from Lake Wobegon
• Buying crack from your mom's pimp
• far be it from me
• A list of things kids should and should not have from a woman who has no kids
• F1r3br4nd and the Night Shift from Hell: VI
• F1r3br4nd and the Night Shift from Hell: VII
• F1r3br4nd and the Night Shift from Hell: IX
• excerpts from conversations heard on public transportation

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