Findings:
- 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
- From Her to Eternity
- When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
- sometimes death comes when it's the furthest thing from your mind
- clearing your mind
- tiny alien ideas sprout in his brain, like baby incisors erupting from his testicles
- That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
- Today I clean her little fingerprints from my window
- Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
- She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
- Getting an education at MIT is like trying to take a drink from a firehose
- That week with her was like drinking bubbles
- heart medications which all have names like alien military from other planets
- Twinkle, twinkle, like a star. Does love flourish from afar?
- I dreamed of her pulse long before I took it from her
- Madness drips from the walls like the wax of weeping candles, and written in the residue is the question: Where Are You Now?
- To better imagine the limits of the dried-up Martian sea, little Tatiana found it helpful to shape in her mind a great sinuous contour binding each sad, stranded boat to its neighbor
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- In the Fifties, a visitor from Great Britain to New York City notices a young Black woman driving a limousine. A portly middle-aged man, race undetermined, is in the back. Tell her story.
- I tried to memorise her, from beginning to end
- Mind without body
- like a tiger without her mountain
- I feel like I don't know her for a moment. It passes.
- I'd like it here if I could leave and see you from a long way away
- Any sufficiently nice person is indistinguishable from someone who likes you
- the linear and the docile go feral at her command. we're on the run from rogue rivers and predatory trains.
- vanished like a book from the library
- Saturday night, the words falling from her lips
- What it feels like to eject from a jet fighter
- They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
- I don't like her because she won't like me
- sometimes death comes when it's the furthest from your mind
- Fuck and please her like never before with the Stimulator!
- It clings to her like dedication in the rain
- And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity
- The colors flow through her like a rainbow
- All of these thoughts came from my mind?
- I hide in the darkness of the cry that comes from her throat
- The clockwork of her mind is unravelling, bits and pieces coarse with emotion
- Her lack of response opened a gate through which my mind started to wander, into a wilderness where the shadows all had teeth...
- Women only like me for my mind
- Do you mind if I crash on yr stained glass couch for, like, ever?
- I like it when I dream of her. It's the only time we get to talk.
- your mind, like a merry-go-round
- Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
- I watched her from afar
- She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
- What did you learn from your time in the solitary cell of your mind?
- Staying power like no other memory, aside from love
- giant surface music falling to earth like jewels from the sky
- How the inside of the mind would look from a purely abstract point of view
- Inches away from her face
- scattering, like flower petals or crowds from the sound of a gunshot
- 'twas the telltale tink-tock of marionettes, he felt certain, that jingle-jangled from behind her shower curtain
- I crave it like well water, pulled up from the deep
- If her secrets spilled from her eyes into his
- 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.
- Things I've learned from living with an unwed mother and her two small children
- It looks like a tourism brochure photo from up here
- To withhold forgiveness from a person is like drinking poison and waiting for them to die.
- To Her Mind
- She wears her failed relationships like a shield
- what will the internet be like five hundred years from now?
- She is lobbing rainbows at me from across the room and I am swallowing them like fear.
- You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
- What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
- Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
- I ate her love like a nine-piece bucket of chicken
- I got a girl in the war, Paul, her eyes are like champagne
- her ardent eyebrows are charcoal scimitars taut above eyes that breeze like open windows
- Even the moon likes to change her colors
- The movie in her mind
- how many bird nests would be made from her lovely hair
- Including her knees and a dragon made from a sock
- Susan Goldman, who has cervical cancer, is partly thankful as she braces herself but changes her mind as she's sprayed with burning jet fuel.
- My friend is dating someone who likes him far more than he likes her
- her winter mists concealed the truth
- I told her the driftwood looked like Spain
- she doesn't write, doesn't tell you stories, but somehow it's her words that spring to mind at those crucial, terrifying moments, and for that you are eternally grateful
- like minded curmudgeons
- The night when I felt like speaking my mind
- I have a sick mind. I like to hump myself against shelled clams and sing Oasis songs.
- Blink, and I will fade away like the mist on the beautiful morning of your birth
- Like minded so you must be crazy
- waiting for his arms to fold like wings around her
- I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
- The mind is like a train station
- I have a sick mind. I like to pleasure myself with a hockey stick while gargling with pureed baby.
- She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
- Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
- Looking back from time to time, her tears falling fast
- market clearing price
- City of Mist
- casualty clearing station
- The clearing at the end of the path
- Transportation Clearing House
- Automated Clearing House
- You're not from around here, are you?
- From Dusk Till Dawn
- The Cat from Outer Space
- Theme from Shaft
- Redo from start
- Argument from Evil
- Notes from the Underground
- from scratch
- The Creature from the Black Lagoon
- Drinking from the water hose
- I've had better hugs from wind gusts and dead people
- Zev
- Steady Sounds from the Underground
- From Beyond
- Exile: Escape From the Pit
- An eternity spent apart from God
- Getting Saved From the Sixties
- There once was a man from Nantucket
- Having run away from a wedding reception
- Home away from home
- Withdraw yourself from the situation
- How Candide Escaped from the Bulgarians and What Befell Him Afterward
- Brewing ale and porter from sugar and malt
- The view from my room
- Ads from the back page of the Village Voice
- The lost scene from Austin Powers 2
- Melodies from Mars
- 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
- unwinding from the day
- Telling real pearls from fake ones
- I'll give up printf() when you pry my cold dead fingers from it
- notes from the dentist's chair
- The Girl from Ipanema
- Talking after breathing in helium from balloons
- Concerning a Stranger from Spaceland
- Things that hang from people's mirrors
- Blast From the Past
- Argument from Ignorance
- With a Little Help from My Friends
- From my cold dead hands
- Voice from the Great Depression
- An envelope from the previous systems administrator
- Drawing an Affirmative Conclusion From a Negative Premise
- The Child who came from an Egg
- The Revenge of the Teenage Vixens from Outer Space
- 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
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