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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
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
Now it was personal
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
I tiptoe back into myself so I can run from what I was
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
I used to think of sobriety as a purgatory, and that to be under the influence of drugs was relief from it. Now that I'm older I believe the opposite to be true.
I was wrong as a child, to think old people were stupid for asking me where the day had gone. Now I understand... we older people do not live.
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 was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
It was men who made breasts into a secret.
An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
This is the time. The time was now. And now is then. This was the time.
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
for a long time i was afraid i would forget; now i'm afraid i might not
Oh, no. Look, you've gone and made me optimistic. I was before, but now it is showing.
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
She was free
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
I turned Quizro into a Quiet Riot CD, and all I got was this jar of lemon-flavoured pickles.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
the magic that was meant to capture the outlaw instead transformed him into a monster
except that church was Episcopal with an ongoing history of bursting into flames
Was not cleanly unmounted, check forced
I stared into the muddled sky with tears running down my face in small rivers, and I knew then that there was no hope
When the Space Shuttle Columbia was destroyed on re-entry, I felt a deep sorrow that Cowboy Bebop was now implausible
Once upon a time there was an ocean but now there is a mountain range.
I was once smaller than a jellybean, but now look at me - I am macroscopic!
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
She was locked in time
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
The girls had gone wild and now my dad's cock was missing
Boy, I was sure lucky to be born into the one true faith!
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
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.
When she was bad
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
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 didn't write like Emily Dickinson, but she did live in a house overlooking a cemetery, and I guess he thought that was important.
How Gudrun cast herself into the Sea, but was brought ashore again
What if Microsoft was forced to release the Windows source code?
I was into them after they were hip
I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now
That Was Then, This is Now
Now that was a scary ending
(because this was always subconsciously the inspiration, even if I did not know it at the time, and I only realised it just now)
What was once well planned in a mad girls mind, and is now quickly becoming a last minute nodermeet
This was then, and now I can't even find your grave
Music was better in the old days
Once upon a time there was light in my life, but now there's only love in the dark
She was steady
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
I imagined that gravity was the only force in the universe.
What the hell was she thinking?
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She always was devious in her beauty
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
Because, perhaps she was cold
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
She was too beautiful to be human
She was so tall, and I was so in love
She is and was
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
Besides the part where she was the only one
She Was 18, It Was Summer
She knew what she was doing
she was waylaid by an octopus
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
She was coming out as he was going in.
An E2 Seattle debauch aftermath node
A poem I wrote when I was 5
No shit, there I was
Of all the dorm rooms in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.
Kilroy was here
And when she turned into a man, we were so proud
What I wrote when I was missing David
How Candide Was Obliged to Leave the Fair Cunegund and the Old Woman
Man was created in God's image
Able was I, ere I saw Elba
Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.
The Walrus was Paul
the seven hills of Rome
What would aliens think of us if Everything was all they had?
Trompe
That was a joke, son.
There was once a Man
When I was your age
It was a dark and stormy night
This was unexpected, my soul's connection to you
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
she likes to dance on the edge. it's all she's known and she won't change now
I'll never be the one to force my parents into an "old age" home
I should just check myself into the morgue now and save myself that messy middle step.
Vancouver, Washington
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Why was Cthulhu blue?
Here lies one whose name was writ in water
It was not a weather balloon at Roswell
Was (Not Was)
Climbing cherry trees when I was younger
I was expecting it to hurt like a fuck
Why I was convinced I would die young
The cactus that told me my mom was asleep
"Oskee wee wee! Oskee wa wa!"
And the sky was made of amethysts
'T was
I was once a victim of Catholic schooling
How Candide Was Brought Up in a Magnificent Castle and How He Was Driven Thence
middle of summer how crazy it was
my only pin-up was Pelé
I note that she is pretty, but we are off into the city, my werewolf friend and I
Now coming down, out of this swandive, into your arms
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She walked into the room
As she walked into the sea she complained, "I'm drowning."
She said the dance is a prayer. A prayer to toss into the tide all the weight of oblivion and humiliation. This is not a dance for one, fool - where are you?
she lit a fire and now she's in my every thought
As nuclear explosions ravage New York City, the apartment block residents rush downstairs to escape the building, only to be forced into the basement by further explosions.
This wasn't how it was supposed to be
was
Descartes was wrong

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