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He Had Not Where To Lay His Head
So he's dressed a little differently and he has a halo-like light above his head.
When he was five, his father made him murder his imaginary friend.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
He had a prison of brass built in the hole, and then, when it was finished, he locked up his daughter
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.
He flops over and bonks his head
As I looked back, he was reveling in his own feces
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
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.
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
How my Father was excommunicated from the LDS Church
He made me promise I would do this when I was next sad. So I promised myself I would not be sad again.
Usually, if you've seen one bald man in a robe, you've seen 'em all, but most of them aren't burning alive from the inside out
The kinda guy whose SO wants to install a video camera in his head
'twas the telltale tink-tock of marionettes, he felt certain, that jingle-jangled from behind her shower curtain
He weaves his words
It was late when he came home; it woke you up
You can only watch as his heart is coaxed from his chest to his sleeve
He wakes up everyday, puts an empty gun in his mouth, and pulls the trigger.
mr. T pities the fool regardless of whether he is wearing his seatbelt
Creating a CD from shorten files
It didn't matter what star it came from, just the familiar warmth of the sunlight on his face
If her secrets spilled from her eyes into his
What I deduced from his reading matter
How many times has God twiddled his thumbs before he put vertebrates on the Earth?
I saved his life. He does not know it.
I knew enough about him to know his name and what kind of snowball he could make
"I see," said the blind man to his deaf wife as he picked up his hammer and saw
I Was Kidnapped By Lesbian Pirates from Outer Space
"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 was born with the gift of logic but the inability to use it
Creating an audio CD from SNES game music
He was found
I fried myself in The Finnish E2 Get-Together, and all I got was a hippie song stuck in my head
he was alive, and some of the other people, they were carbon copies
I should ask my barber where he gets his hair cut, then go there and slowly make my way up the chain
The Man Who Flew Into Space From His Apartment
As you graduate from college, you are the most conservative you will ever be
collecting on old debts from when mom was a loan shark
The promise of life. This he stole from himself as well.
what he carried from here to Okinawa
It was daylight when you looked up from your ditch
The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
It was 1992. He smiled.
Mr. Potato Head Sprouted. He got moldy. Now he's all dried up, but he's still up in the cabinet.
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
Then again, maybe he was recruiting for a cult
Letter from Nicola Sacco to his counsel, August 18, 1924
He throws his heart down like a gauntlet
He Would Close His Eyes, and the World Would Burn.
He began to learn that waste flows downstream. Imagine his surprise.
The class valedictorian was still tripping balls when he was bailed out in time to give the commencement speech at graduation
He Was Only Joking
He was hard in all the wrong places
You hit the nail on the head and the nail was directly above my heart
Jacques Chirac was shot in the head by a fascist named Jean-Marie Le Pen
Jesus said, "I love him, for he is my brother." He was talking about everyone.
If he fell off the Co-op he'd land in the divvy
he was a punk poet himself
The Marlboro Man died of cancer, but he wasn't a rocket scientist when he was healthy, ha ha ha.
From each according to his abilities, to each according to his needs
tiny alien ideas sprout in his brain, like baby incisors erupting from his testicles
The most direct path in my soul, is from me to you
Love, as seen from the inside of my head
The day we were married the leftover doves from his days of being a magician hummed little love songs in the attic
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
all I ever learned from love was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
I start reading from the end, because beginnings are the most exciting part
he looks hurt from behind that eye patch, the choker, the bare chest
His eyes look out at me from people that I meet
As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
The Good Gardener (On How He Fell)
His face when she fell
As bombs fell from the heavens
Oedipus-Schmedipus, as long as he loves his mother
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.
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.
He Died with a Felafel in His Hand
Tom, He was a Piper's Son
I Fell Out of School, and All I Found Was This Necklace
He Was a Crook
He was confirming to himself that they were laughing with him after all
He's a feminist. He tells that to all his mistresses.
If a frog had wings, he wouldn't kick his tail when he jumped
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
Shaymus is older than I thought he was
Which God was cooler, the one from the Old Testament or the one from the New Testament?
It would be a less interesting world if we all walked and skipped alike, and never fell from bicycles.
I Fell In Love With A Girl Who Was Already Gone.
he listened so well, he was still curious.
She was coming out as he was going in.
some say he was never here at all
Did it hurt when you fell from heaven
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.
he fell into shadow, fighting a great evil
He had fallen in love, but I'm pretty sure the hellhound was only in it for the belly rubs
All he left her was alone
That's Just How He Was
When I was 21, he was building a Time Machine
He made a way to his anger
He was a man stuck between the objective and the subjective
He just left his body
he is too shy to write his tale
He tells me that I could have his heart and I want to take it right then, slip it into my pocket and run
My next door neighbor has human heads in his freezer
He was there, and then he wasn't, and with him went those memories
I thought he was a man but he was just a little boy
Cool, you can put a bullet in his head!
The sound was starting to get stuck in my head like "It's a Small World"
drop a piano on his head
making certain he was touching her
Once there was a bug in a hole that he dug
It's easier to kick a praying man, because he's on his knees already
The spiral line rising from my head represents my dizziness
So there I was, naked and hiding, facing the dissertation committee from the Isle of Lesbos
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
Puzzles from Wonderland: Solutions for a sore head
How I was thrown from a car at 45 mph
I learned never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it.
Fruit cut from the vine, forgot and left to rot, long before it was time
I tiptoe back into myself so I can run from what I was
Not from the head
The trail of its demise was visible from the surf.
He learned to dance from emus but he learned to love from seraphim
I was less than one hundred footsteps away from you I suppose
There once was a man from St. Paul
Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
I was shaking, but not from the cold
Sorry to eat and run, but I've got to go stop Lincoln from killing Hitler in his crib
the way fish heads run from rain
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.
From the brightness before Him passed His thick clouds
Living for the reasons of the dead that moved to paper from their heads
I used to think of sobriety as a purgatory, and that to be under the influence of drugs was relief from it. Now that I'm older I believe the opposite to be true.
born under candlelight just from the edge of a knife, was it a life? or was it a light at all?
This book was stolen from the Harvard College Library. It was later recovered. The thief was sentenced to two years at hard labor.
The Architect Erects his Time-Proof Temple from the Inside
Finding the origin of a Hotmail message
How the Old Woman Took Care Of Candide, and How He Found the Object of His Love
I don't know where he gets his words but I like them
More than he was willing to give
To me he is a daisy and I keep trying to count his petals
I don't know what he was listening for, but he wasn't listening
How Candide Was Brought Up in a Magnificent Castle and How He Was Driven Thence
I'm not HIS sister; he's MY brother
In the end, he could quiet his mind only by dying
He says the most beautiful things
I married him because he was not mean
He will have the taste of warm ripe fruit in his mouth
At least he was gentle
He's dead, Jim. You grab his wallet, I'll grab his tricorder.
Donald Duck was banned in Finland because he doesn't wear pants
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
He lived in southern California with his tanned, powdered mother
Of King Sigmund's last battle, and of how he must yield up his sword again
He wasn't programmed to be a tenor, he was programmed to be a physician!
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
why is the great man great? he keeps on running through a world of his own.
Wheresoever he went, there was Eden
He found a liquid cure for his landlocked blues
He is honest and forthright with strangers. He reserves his lies for his family
He thinks a path and travels the emptiness that was there
Mr. Lunch liked to chase birds. In fact, he was a professional.
if a bird is never free from his cage, then his world is only his name
Removed from humanity, I realized I was just another distraction
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
The Trial: Andrew Johnson was not guilty of the crimes for which he was impeached.
He was like the bottle of Champagne Krug
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
judge a captain not by his shipwrecks, but by whether or not he blames the sea
I kicked the Martian in his otherworldly balls, and he screamed like the solar wind howling through a planetary magnetosphere
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
He was the kind of man who shacked up for shelter
He who does not forget his first love will not recognize his last
He said 'tentacle porn', so I stuck my dick in a toaster and went from there

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