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I'm the only person who'd ever told him to his face he was beautiful.
When he was five, his father made him murder his imaginary friend.
He had a prison of brass built in the hole, and then, when it was finished, he locked up his daughter
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
As I looked back, he was reveling in his own feces
When he was little, he laughed in his sleep.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
Sex with the Stewards of Gondor was always very lame
judge a captain not by his shipwrecks, but by whether or not he blames the sea
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
He just left his body
He tells me that I could have his heart and I want to take it right then, slip it into my pocket and run
I knew enough about him to know his name and what kind of snowball he could make
His memory perishes from the earth, and he has no name in the street.
He was born with the gift of logic but the inability to use it
An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
I was floating in the ocean of his eyes.
He was there, and then he wasn't, and with him went those memories
Amakuni once drew an old sword of his from a box, suddenly overjoyed by something he had cast aside.
He found a liquid cure for his landlocked blues
I was told you were very pretty
He weaves his words
He made me promise I would do this when I was next sad. So I promised myself I would not be sad again.
It's easier to kick a praying man, because he's on his knees already
Tom, He was a Piper's Son
He was found
When I was 21, he was building a Time Machine
So he's dressed a little differently and he has a halo-like light above his head.
making certain he was touching her
unfortunately, his entire corpus was composed in English, and so has been lost to the ravages of time
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 Was a Crook
He's dead, Jim. You grab his wallet, I'll grab his tricorder.
How Candide Was Brought Up in a Magnificent Castle and How He Was Driven Thence
How the Old Woman Took Care Of Candide, and How He Found the Object of His Love
I saved his life. He does not know it.
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
He is honest and forthright with strangers. He reserves his lies for his family
Wheresoever he went, there was Eden
Donald Duck was banned in Finland because he doesn't wear pants
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
He wakes up everyday, puts an empty gun in his mouth, and pulls the trigger.
The Marlboro Man died of cancer, but he wasn't a rocket scientist when he was healthy, ha ha ha.
Oedipus-Schmedipus, as long as he loves his mother
It's not so much that I like him as a person God, but as a boy he's very handsome
He was confirming to himself that they were laughing with him after all
He began to learn that waste flows downstream. Imagine his surprise.
That's Just How He Was
Once there was a bug in a hole that he dug
The class valedictorian was still tripping balls when he was bailed out in time to give the commencement speech at graduation
Johnny Clueless was there, with his Simulated Wood-Grain
He always dreamed about subjects such as the very nature of the soul
He's not the messiah, he's a very naughty boy
He Was Only Joking
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
but you had his eyes and that was sort of almost enough
My very first mentor was a heroin junkie
I was very, very drunk
My man was shot for his sheep coat
I thought he was a man but he was just a little boy
She was coming out as he was going in.
He lived in southern California with his tanned, powdered mother
Shaymus is older than I thought he was
"I see," said the blind man to his deaf wife as he picked up his hammer and saw
He Died with a Felafel in His Hand
I don't know what he was listening for, but he wasn't listening
I don't know where he gets his words but I like them
How many times has God twiddled his thumbs before he put vertebrates on the Earth?
He did very little harm
As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
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
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
He's a feminist. He tells that to all his mistresses.
He thinks a path and travels the emptiness that was there
It was 1992. He smiled.
If a frog had wings, he wouldn't kick his tail when he jumped
why is the great man great? he keeps on running through a world of his own.
Of King Sigmund's last battle, and of how he must yield up his sword again
To me he is a daisy and I keep trying to count his petals
Then again, maybe he was recruiting for a cult
He was the kind of man who shacked up for shelter
All he left her was alone
he listened so well, he was still curious.
He throws his heart down like a gauntlet
He who does not forget his first love will not recognize his last
More than he was willing to give
He was like the bottle of Champagne Krug
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
I kicked the Martian in his otherworldly balls, and he screamed like the solar wind howling through a planetary magnetosphere
He flops over and bonks his head
The Trial: Andrew Johnson was not guilty of the crimes for which he was impeached.
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
Mr. Lunch liked to chase birds. In fact, he was a professional.
He had fallen in love, but I'm pretty sure the hellhound was only in it for the belly rubs
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 was hard in all the wrong places
some say he was never here at all
he was a punk poet himself
I should ask my barber where he gets his hair cut, then go there and slowly make my way up the chain
It was late when he came home; it woke you up
The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist
He Would Close His Eyes, and the World Would Burn.
He was a man stuck between the objective and the subjective
In the end, he could quiet his mind only by dying
mr. T pities the fool regardless of whether he is wearing his seatbelt
I'm not HIS sister; he's MY brother
he was alive, and some of the other people, they were carbon copies
At least he was gentle
His love was enormous; it cleared rooms that desperately wanted to be full.
It Was a Lover and His Lass
Jesus said, "I love him, for he is my brother." He was talking about everyone.
He made a way to his anger
The cult leader poured himself a drink and started on about his plans, and I wondered how the priest was getting on
because his heart was heavy, closing, like a tired eyelid
His collection of substances that should not exist was stolen. The thieves then killed themselves 1000 times over.
Every poem about thunder was written under the protection of a roof, or, at the very least, an empty sky
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
His version was better
He Had Not Where To Lay His Head
His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
he is too shy to write his tale
I married him because he was not mean
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.
When I was very young, I knew that the world was made of honey.
All it said was clump and scratch, and it only said those very late at night.
If all you did was node, your writeups wouldn't be very interesting, would they?
It's really very silly, I was thinking, they are all acting so weird
He will have the taste of warm ripe fruit in his mouth
Never underestimate the power of denial
How to perform a Denial of Service attack
I only am escaped alone to tell thee: McVeigh, Denial, and the Death Penalty
The E2 End of Summer Denial of School Northwest Gathering
"Why is my mom three thousand miles away?": Life After The E2 End of Summer Denial of School Northwest Gathering
Trucker Fags in Denial
denial sound (user)
the denial that affirms
denial is a powerful illusion
God can create a stone so heavy even he can't lift it
s/he
He's Gone
hes (user)
He's Jack
He Is Born
John Cassavettes Was No Help At All
A man feared that he might find an assassin
He fled
The Man He Killed
he says
I like the way he reads poetry
He's a good guy friend
He Knows Not Their Names
The Story of Jason Squiff and Why He Had a Popcorn Hat, Popcorn Mittens and Popcorn Shoes
He thinks I don't, but I do
Yi he quan
He who has enough to eat does the hungry not believe
The Message of King Sakis and the Legend of the Twelve Dreams He Had in One Night
A Quick One (While He's Away)
He flew an A-10 Thunderbolt
he just died
he o hitte shiri tsubome
He's got stacks and stacks of words that rhyme, describing what it is to lose
Why would he want a writer when he could have a dancer?
He giggles, as he wiggles
A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
He Really Wasn't That Great
The one he murdered once still loves him
"Fill it in", he said.
Our God, He Is Alive
He Has Left Us Alone But Shafts of Light Sometimes Grace the Corner of Our Rooms
He gave her a daisy

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