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She was so tall, and I was so in love
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
she was waylaid by an octopus
Gays are great, so she says
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
So there I was, naked and hiding, facing the dissertation committee from the Isle of Lesbos
So I turned round and there was an inflatable man sat at the table
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
She was free
She is and was
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
so my crowd was Catholic, Protestant, atheist, confused, and white
the country was so nice we bombed it twice
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
It all turned out all right but there was so much pain along the way
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
The last girl I dated was a vegetarian. We couldn't go anywhere and so it just didn't work out.
She knew what she was doing
His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
can it be that it was all so simple then
I tiptoe back into myself so I can run from what I was
Besides the part where she was the only one
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
By the way, she has a penis; just so you know.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
So then she said
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
So happy she drools
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
She was too beautiful to be human
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
And when she turned into a man, we were so proud
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.
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
She was locked in time
Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few
The night was alive, and so was I
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.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
He made me promise I would do this when I was next sad. So I promised myself I would not be sad again.
I was doing so well.
When I was little my mother told me not to sit close to the T.V., so when I was six I did.
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.
when i wake up i can't remember what it was. it's so hard to smuggle something out of a dream.
God was creepier than I expected so I took it out on the little people
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
So she wet the bed
She was steady
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
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
What the hell was she thinking?
She always was devious in her beauty
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
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 watching me and I didn’t know it.
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
When she was bad
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
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 didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
she can scream so loud you'll be looking for your ears on the floor
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
So she could feel as if she had danced
Because, perhaps she was cold
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.
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She was never mine. I always shared her.
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
She was coming out as he was going in.
She Was 18, It Was Summer
She had never kissed someone so old.
So I was cold chillin on the corner on a hot summer's day
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
Well, I was tired of being 24 anyway, so there
I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
People wouldn't fall in love so often if it were more clearly marked
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
I was raised on red pepper and blood. I am so hot if you strike me I will light like a match.
I was so cool, that first afternoon
he listened so well, he was still curious.
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
It's really very silly, I was thinking, they are all acting so weird
It was free, so I took it.
I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now
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
The serpent was in the garden again, but there weren't any apples left in the tree, so I figured things were cool.
so fragile and cold, i was
unfortunately, his entire corpus was composed in English, and so has been lost to the ravages of time
So I was drinking with the son of Man the other night, and...
Around nine PM my heart was breaking so I went to bed early to listen to it happen.
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
Dust mop so magic she can not believe how fun it is to clean up after people
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
Some of your peers who seem happy, popular, and self-confident are miserable
Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now
I should be allowed to make myself miserable
you make me completely miserable
What is a man? A miserable little pile of secrets.
I'll be happier when the rain stops. But I know I'd be miserable if it never rained again.
She Walks in Beauty
She stopped and took a second look
She pulled the "I love you" on me
She Moved Through The Fair
English As She Is Spoke
English As She Is Spoke: Useful Words, Part I
English As She Is Spoke: Useful Words, Part II
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Phrases
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part I
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part II
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part III
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Letters
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Anecdotes
She Hangs Brightly
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
English As She Is Spoke: Idiotisms and Proverbs
She breaks hearts almost as often as she breaks the speed of sound
She arose and said matter-of-factly
she turns and smiles, then walks away
She has trouble acting normal
This child has talent. She needs a better box of paints.
She told me I'd make a good Satan
Jennifer, is she your friend?
I don't like her because she won't like me
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
The vacuum she left
She Loves You
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She Loves Me
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She said yes
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
How she saw the moon
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
She Smells of Lilacs
All That She Wants
She just looks at me
He says she says
That one makes me scream, she said
She flies with her own wings
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She told me to say that
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways
She still has my Borges book
He and She
middle of summer how crazy it was
She touched my life for a second and made everything peach-scented
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
All She Wanted
She loved me for my maths
She is the branches, you are the trunk
She Who Holds the Sky
She stood on my feet; and we danced

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