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Every Little Thing She Cooks with Bacon (idea) mp3 (recording)
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She Looks Good, but She Has an Ugly Heart
She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
Every Little Thing She Cooks with Bacon (idea) mp3 (recording)
every little thing she does is magic
Every Little Thing She Cooks with Bacon (idea) mp3 (recording)
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
If a woman lactates honey, she probably has cooter bees
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
Besides the part where she was the only one
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
Every Little Thing She Cooks with Bacon
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
A woman has 30 ways of laughing, but only 1 way in which she cries.
She's smarter than me but she's also more quiet, therefore she has no personality which makes me feel better
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She makes the sign of the teaspoon, he makes the sign of the wave
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
She makes my teeth naked
Look, she is also mostly confident front.
She was coming out as he was going in.
She still has my Borges book
She was locked in time
She bought a new smile every week when we first started seeing each other. Then I had to buy them.
A woman will do anything if she loves you.
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
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.
She could run a spiel like nobody's business. She could sell the world and make you wish for more.
some of the pain that she endures would bring a strong man to his knees
She was free
She Looked Slutty. I Don't Mean That in a Bad Way.
She Was 18, It Was Summer
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
She is what happens when silence makes love with night.
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She has the biggest cock of any girl I know
English As She Is Spoke: Useful Words, Part II
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She started to fall, and knew she would never come back
she left a little Java-shaped hole in my heart
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part I
she is the sort of woman who, when put to the magnifying glass, refused to burn
if music was a woman you would have a mistress
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
She looks good in black
She looks at me and she laughs
She is and was
she looked at me then whispered, we are all made of stardust
Every time I look at this picture, I feel a little more in love
She was steady
That one makes me scream, she said
English As She Is Spoke: Useful Words, Part I
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 is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me
This child has talent. She needs a better box of paints.
By the way, she has a penis; just so you know.
she lit a fire and now she's in my every thought
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
She makes sniffing sounds, and I don't know if she's snorting coke or weeping
The Jackal: Episode One: A Hero Has Risen, And She Demands Worker's Comp
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She has a heap of hearts on a platter and she's not getting mine
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
She approached me with some vague line
before the internet when teen had REAL relationship the boy could look at the girl and judge the diameter of her thorax with his feelers and determine whether the mating ritual could commence but NO MORE. evil woman use her computer sorcery
you make my life a little harder than it has to be
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
Isn't she a little young?
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She didn't want the truth; she wanted to make a good man squirm
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
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 waylaid by an octopus
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
She just looks at me
Once upon a time, I imagined she would be a river
She stopped and took a second look
he looks a little like you... so i would rather talk about other pretty girls
She doesn't look like Mother anymore
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
she looks smilingly towards the future
Red aura, she looked bright
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
she looked good
She told me I'd make a good Satan
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
She was so tall, and I was so in love
Every molecule in my body was once part of a star
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part II
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part III
Any woman who thinks she is pro-life should ask herself
Each thing she learned became part of herself, to be used over and over in new adventures
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
What the hell was she thinking?
every day she stands there, waiting. every day, she's gone when i get 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 dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
She has trouble acting normal
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She has big eyes and a slightly cracked voice
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
I would have tried, but Charlotte kept Charlotte in the world of Charlotte and she barely heard me
To a girl who thought she was moving away
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
Every beautiful woman has someone who is tired of her
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
I would have liked thunder when she left
If you meet a strange, confident woman, she may well be a witch
At night, her eyes closed, she would
When she was bad
If she didn't love you she would kill you
She has given up on shoes completely.
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She is not a girl, she is a woman. No, wait, she's a girl.
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She always was devious in her beauty
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
Seven opening lines if he would ever look me in the eye
The hardest breath she has
Two condoms, she makes me wear
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
She was too beautiful to be human
why she feels the irrational need to capture little fragments of glass
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
She knew what she was doing
Little boy every man has hiding inside of him
Because, perhaps she was cold
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
She who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.
It was daylight when you looked up from your ditch
One more look at the ghost before I'm gonna make it leave
Why would you turn on the near lights to look far away into the darkness?
The Punk Meets the Godfather, Part One: Do My Converse look okay? And other preconceptions by a hippie kid
You make a light in the world and you hope someone can still look up from the dust for long enough to see it
Don’t worry, this is only a costume that makes me look like an adult
What would an Octopus society look like?
Would you just look at this thing

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