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
• we turn into werewolves, liquor dripping from our fangs
• How to jump into water from a height
• Sheila dashes madly into traffic as Euros flutter down around us like injured butterflies
• I crave it like well water, pulled up from the deep
• scattering, like flower petals or crowds from the sound of a gunshot
• Like language barriers. We are frozen within our homes. The windows begin to mean less and less.
• I tiptoe back into myself so I can run from what I was
• We don't dig our graves, anymore.
• In the long purple evenings when rock n roll from WLAM blurred into night baseball from WCOU
• Grave Robbers from Outer Space
• When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
• 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.
• Legislation to save us from our own stupidity
• Thanks from our Hearts
• To withhold forgiveness from a person is like drinking poison and waiting for them to die.
• Let's just turn our children into burbling idiots
• They were getting into riot gear as we sipped our wine
• because I am lazy and enjoy staring blankly into space (which is also the space where novels come from)
• Our relationship is like a crime scene
• Often I feel like I am just shouting my observations into a raging storm and no one hears
• One by one we threw our eyes into the sea
• The ceiling seems like it's tired of being our tripmeter.
• like syrup rolling into the valley
• Having someone wrapped around you, looking into your eyes, inches away from your face, smiling the cutest smile in the world and giving you quick little kisses on the nose is the greatest feeling anywhere ever
• Just to see where the bullets come from
• What it feels like to eject from a jet fighter
• We should do well to take our lesson from the stars
• The Man Who Flew Into Space From His Apartment
• giant surface music falling to earth like jewels from the sky
• Thrusting into horse beings from space using a modicum of caution
• I convert my crushes into friends, and from there to the status of Muse
• I'm going to love you like the undead woe their graves, crave the living.
• I don't think I realized what I had gotten myself into, but it seemed like the potential for fun and insanity were there in equal parts
• Your beliefs are your concern, just please don't let them creep into our secular argument
• Grave Are The Hairs On Our Asses
• Daylight separates our dreams from our flaws
• From Bauhaus to Our House
• You may want to look into the possibility that you too are acting like a dick.
• the smoke of our burned books rises into the sky
• and burning into the sky like a wound
• Our bodies pool and break like a moon over water.
• our love is like water
• Our desire to remember has been fragmented into a thousand slices
• E2 is like getting old, having friends die, and running into them on the street
• Like white light? Or a long low moan that turns into laughing? Or the holes in Jesus' hands?
• Getting an education at MIT is like trying to take a drink from a firehose
• Staying power like no other memory, aside from love
• There and Back Again: Eating Our Way from Bag End to the Grey Havens, A Hobbit's Tale
• Our Friends From Frolix 8
• I'd like it here if I could leave and see you from a long way away
• Grumbles from the Grave
• We don't inherit the World, we borrow it from our children
• Twinkle, twinkle, like a star. Does love flourish from afar?
• tiny alien ideas sprout in his brain, like baby incisors erupting from his testicles
• our forgotten enemies, unfrozen from the glaciers
• come buy, come buy; our grapes fresh from the vine
• And love keeps pouring into Toronto from everywhere it's despised
• Having gotten myself into a position where I can have my cake and eat it too, I feel a strong compulsion to get up from the table
• Any sufficiently nice person is indistinguishable from someone who likes you
• She is lobbing rainbows at me from across the room and I am swallowing them like fear.
• If her secrets spilled from her eyes into his
• It looks like a tourism brochure photo from up here
• Draw myself into the shell, waiting on a sign from god...or a nod from hell
• Madness drips from the walls like the wax of weeping candles, and written in the residue is the question: Where Are You Now?
• Bernard Manning: from beyond the grave
• vanished like a book from the library
• Leather boots and a dirge of guitars as we lowered you into that grave
• what will the internet be like five hundred years from now?
• On Seeing a Piece of Our Heavy Artillery Brought into Action
• It is well oiled, you will click into it like a happy cog
• I might fall into good sleep like swimming
• Wrapped in barbed wire and shot into the sun
• It is only in marriage with the world that our ideals can bear fruit: divorced from it, they remain barren.
• heart medications which all have names like alien military from other planets
• Having gotten myself into a position where I can have my cake and eat it too, I feel no compulsion to get up from the table
• You grabbed my hand, and we fell into it. Like a daydream. Or a fever.
• Eat like every meal's a banquet. Drink like every flagon's your last. Fuck like you're going into battle
• I Shot an Arrow into the Air
• Like A Leaf Furrowing Into The Ground
• What I really would like to do is put Everything into a drawer
• Like walking straight into a mindfield.
• In our dust-covered car, we rode off into that rising Nevada sun
• Our obsessions almost killed me, but now here we are, talking like normal human beings
• Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.
• we can push our own buttons like adolescent gods
• And our cars all jumped forward like bottles on a table thumped by a drunk
• Green into yellow into orange, like leaves
• let us not lift our voices and speak like we are little girls
• The theory that Venus came into our solar system relatively recently
• Every strong wind one leans into and smiles should bring back a lost toy from childhood
• An insight into government spending derived from potty-training
• Silver Bullet
• Plastic bullet
• bullet
• Single bullet theory
• Bullet Train to Osaka
• Jake Bullet
• Bullet in the Head
• Bite the bullet
• Bullets Over Broadway
• Washington Bullets
• Sex and Zen & a Bullet in the Head
• sweat bullets
• Screaming Bullet of Compact Imported Death, or: How I Found Out My Mazda Protege Could Go 130mph
• rubber-coated bullet
• bullet (user)
• Expanding bullet
• The Silver Bullet and the Three Sad College Boys
• Hot Bullets of Betrayal
• foot bullet
• Bullet Train to the Rescue
• Bullet Ant
• Magic bullet theory
• Shooting lead bullets in polygonally-rifled barrels
• bullet cam
• bullet puller
• teflon-coated bullets
• Field of bullets
• bullet belt
• I carry this bullet with me every day
• Men Cry Bullets
• number one with a bullet
• bullet catch
• THV bullet
• Bullet Cluster
• They brought arcane sorcery; I brought bullets and homemade explosives
• Californium bullet
• Bullet Journal
• 3rd Rock from the Sun
• Bastard Operator from Hell
• You're not from around here, are you?
• From Dusk Till Dawn
• You can't get there from here
• from
• The Cat from Outer Space
• Theme from Shaft
• Redo from start
• Argument from Evil
• Notes from the Underground
• from scratch
• Argument from Non-Belief
• Polaroids from the Dead
• Hating religion is different from hating an ethnic group
• Good from far, but far from good
• From the Earth to the Moon
• The In Sound from Way Out!
• Argument from Design
• The Creature from the Black Lagoon
• Drinking from the water hose
• I've had better hugs from wind gusts and dead people
• Escape From New York
• Escape from L.A.
• Zev
• Steady Sounds from the Underground
• X-Men: Age of Apocalypse One Shot
• Melodies from Mars
• From Hell
• Why I am going to pretend I am a girl online from now on
• 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

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