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She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
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.
Most of these things I've never seen in real life. Only on screens. Or Elsewhere. I'd die without it.
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
The Author to Her Book
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
don't trust a teacher who only takes on the brightest pupils. to find the sun in a stone, now, that takes true skill.
There were only twelve raindrops, she counted them on the windshield under heavy soft skies
She Will Have Her Way
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
in her other life
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
Only your ink stains on her skin
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
you only live once, but your life echoes into eternity
it is only sometimes true
She grew a little older, while he was telling 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.
does she need to touch her own face to know?
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
she may hold life
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
"Describe life in two words" she said. "Survival test" he replied.
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
She only wants me for sex
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
serene. She sips her tea
Life's a Bitch and I'm Her Pimp
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
If only I could get into her head
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
i kissed her one last time, then walked out of her life forever
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She knows no truth except her own.
She practices her speech
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
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
We only get one chance at life, sweetness, this is mine
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
a total loss of control over her life
Once upon a time there was light in my life, but now there's only love in the dark
the only true religion is the one that lives in the heart of every human being
Do You Believe In True Love, She Asks
Proposed: The only way for a woman to achieve true ecstacy is to allow herself to be taken by the Goat God in the Circle of Candles on a moonless night
Besides the part where she was the only one
The only true freedom is freedom from the heart's desires
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
Is this true or only clever?
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on 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.
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She always was devious in her beauty
she had already found her party
the way she wears her weary
His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
Only her big toes were painted
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She thought about giving him her heart
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
At night, her eyes closed, she would
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
Wanting only to be the honeysuckle to her butterfly
she lit her thumb on fire
I like it when I dream of her. It's the only time we get to talk.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She asked me to read her a poem
Only her hands would give her away
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
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
She keeps her lies everywhere
The only thing that life is missing is the background music
I don't like her because she won't like me
And then, she expressed frustration with life in general
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
she gave her heart to a falling star
Thinking only makes life complicated
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
But if life were only moments, then you'd never know you had one
true life and a real angel (searching for Eldorado)
She touched my life for a second and made everything peach-scented
She always confused her greys with white.
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She only wants me for tech support
Were you really expecting to only learn true things when you signed up for this class?
Drink your tea slowly and reverently, as if it is the axis on which the world earth revolves---slowly, evenly, without rushing toward the future. Live the actual moment. Only this moment is life.
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
A woman has 30 ways of laughing, but only 1 way in which she cries.
What is true in life
Life must be lived forward, but it can only be appreciated sideways
As we say in Bombay, such only is life.
She flies with her own wings
Six Characters in Search of an Author
I don't mind it when authors take their time
Pierre Menard, Author of the Quixote
various authors
Analogies Between "the Author" and Power in Foucault
Black Hand Over Europe - Author's Preface to the English Edition
Author, interrupted
Stop quoting fiction as the author's own beliefs
100 Authors Against Einstein
Read by the author
To promote the Progress of Science and useful Arts, by securing for limited Times to Authors and Inventors the exclusive Right to their respective Writings and Discoveries
author removed writeup (notification)
But the last half of the book is blank, and the author is gone.
Handgun Basics for Authors
Lies New Authors Tell Themselves
Facebook for Authors
references to high school in the 80's as if it were a common factor between the author and reader
The author is dead. Long live the author.
Written with a Diamond on her Window at Woodstock
Take Her in Your Arms
Neko Case and Her Boyfriends
Ribbed for her pleasure
Her back
Say that turning a teenage girl to stone is depriving the world of her
Dead Men Tell No Tales: A True Ghost Story
Take Her up to Monto
My love in her attire doth show her wit
If You Followed Her Gaze
putting on her makeup
I daydream of her
His 'N' Hers
For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
A really good sandwich that ideath could make to take to work with her
The Old Woman And Her Pig
Her Majesty
Who let her get at the Johnny Walker
Looking back from time to time, her tears falling fast
her arms around me
A woman and her Cock

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