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I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep?
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
she does not know how much I need this (idea) mp3 (recording)
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
She was steady
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
This was when I knew my childhood was over
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
This was my childhood
She always was devious in her beauty
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
She was so tall, and I was so in love
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
she was waylaid by an octopus
I was less than one hundred footsteps away from you I suppose
Shaymus is older than I thought he was
She wore a bit more makeup than he generally liked
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
Your version of my story is probably so much better than the real one anyway.
I am in love with so much more than your body heat, but let's start there
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
how much more acutely the spirit is capable of suffering than the body
Much More than a Soup!
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
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.
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
My subconscious is much smarter than I will ever be
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
She's smarter than me but she's also more quiet, therefore she has no personality which makes me feel better
She was too beautiful to be human
She is and was
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
She was coming out as he was going in.
I was once smaller than a jellybean, but now look at me - I am macroscopic!
The one thing I wanted more than anything was for someone, just once, to tell me they don't know what they'd do without me
No one older than twenty-five was stupid enough to take a job here.
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She knew what she was doing
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
Why are human beings so much more difficult to housetrain than dogs?
Much better than a piss test
the fire burned and burned; it was so great and now so much time has passed and the fire is still burning, but it requires attendance
It wasn't so much a trip down memory lane as it was me carjacking someone's memorymobile and speeding off down the freeway, but I digress.
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
She was locked in time
What the hell was she thinking?
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
i would much rather engage directly with the supreme powers of the universe than the horde of ghosts conjured by man
How Eulenspiegel, along with the other boys, was made to eat too much bread
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
When she was bad
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
she does not know how much I need this
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few
She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
Because, perhaps she was cold
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
I can do much better than this
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
Men get turned on by lesbians much more than women get turned on by gay men
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
She was free
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
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.
More than he was willing to give
It was more than perfect understanding
Besides the part where she was the only one
God was creepier than I expected so I took it out on the little people
The Saudis were terrified that someone was going to be a better Muslim than they were
there was at that moment no one more rightful dead than that unknown and faceless man
She Was 18, It Was Summer
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
you were angels, so much more than everything.
there was more poetry in her shopping lists than in any of my rhymes
Foam on the tide is no more or less real than the sea, it simply is, was, will be
Noding for Numbers sure was silly, but it sure is better than Dada Fascism
It all turned out all right but there was so much pain along the way
Childhood's End
Necessary to a happy childhood
Save your childhood
Random childhood memory #327
A dead bird and a drunken father
Every strong wind one leans into and smiles should bring back a lost toy from childhood
Childhood traumas
A Rainbow Brite Childhood
Early childhood memories
Shenanigans of Childhood
Ruminations on a childhood lost to expectations
My childhood characters
Reliving my childhood on shrooms
Guileless childhood
Childhood memories
Behaviour in childhood
Childhood habits
Childhood vaccines
Ecology of a Cracker Childhood
childhood amnesia
Early childhood brain development
the invention of childhood
Small Town Thinking (High School) vs. City Childhood
The Soft Meadow of my Childhood
Childhood apraxia of speech
After childhood, we are too used to understanding everything.
Ake: The Years of Childhood
as if you were again young and chasing a childhood sweetheart
Dentist
Mandibular block injection
notes from the dentist's chair
Death at the dentist
Sexsmith the Dentist
The time the Chinaman goes to the dentist
Why I hate going to the dentist
The Dentist and the Monk
I love the dentist
I only relax in the dentist's chair
A trip to the dentist
A conversation with old country guys is like being a chicken dentist
Laughing Too Much (user)
Too Much Joy
How much for the little girl?
much
If I didn't ask, I'd never know (how much you hate me)
too much
Too Much Coffee Man
Much Ado About Nothing
Knowing doesn't mean so much
Effects of too much Angband
Card carrying, glow-stick waving, use too much gel, funny pant wearing, weirdo
think too much (user)
Much Madness is divinest Sense
John Cassavettes Was No Help At All
2 much (user)

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