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I knew enough about him to know his name and what kind of snowball he could make
Meanwhile, the PILOT, who has been laughing hysterically through the entire sequence, finally loses it. He falls out of his chair and bangs his head against the panel, causing the ship to lose control and crash into a nearby planet
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
He tells me that I could have his heart and I want to take it right then, slip it into my pocket and run
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
He will have the taste of warm ripe fruit in his mouth
In the end, he could quiet his mind only by dying
As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
His memory perishes from the earth, and he has no name in the street.
It is her name that I think of when I think about being in love.
mr. T pities the fool regardless of whether he is wearing his seatbelt
He's a feminist. He tells that to all his mistresses.
Hi, meet my pitbull. His name is Don't Question My Fucking Premises You Ass
When you can almost recognize her face, but you can't remember her name
I wish I could open his eyes
Now he dances to bring her back.
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her
Her name is Rebecca
The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
"I see," said the blind man to his deaf wife as he picked up his hammer and saw
A really good sandwich that ideath could make to take to work with her
He wakes up everyday, puts an empty gun in his mouth, and pulls the trigger.
He weaves his words
The entire point of being an adult
My father never made promises he could not keep. My father never promised anything.
Requiem for What's His Name
waiting for his arms to fold like wings around her
He just left his body
Your doppleganger's name is Tyler and I saw his bare chest in the cafeteria today
Her hips made waves against his shore
If you could see her through my eyes
Beings from space: What could they want?
I sealed up my future where he could not get it.
As I looked back, he was reveling in his own feces
How many times has God twiddled his thumbs before he put vertebrates on the Earth?
He would shrink into the sky if he could
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, that he should weep for her?
Hands cupped into a half circle, he bent foward to help her catch a light
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
he doesn't know, but her eyes widen too far
Tomorrow, he must tell her that he doesn't love her anymore.
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
I could hear her thoughts
His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
He made a way to his anger
Chewbacca can't pronounce his own name
The shit that gets carried out in His name
His hand speaks a foreign language to her ribs.
Her name was Natalie
Maybe his name is a killing word
his name in laundry pen disappearing
His 'N' Hers
being in his orbit
I had forgotten the bear's name, and could not find my way home to the Thousand Acre wood
About the things you could not show her
if only he could hear my silent cries
Her smile could light up a three-story building
Why would he want a writer when he could have a dancer?
He's dead, Jim. You grab his wallet, I'll grab his tricorder.
This entire place is digging a grave for her
I could tell by all of her dead house plants
He Died with a Felafel in His Hand
I'm not HIS sister; he's MY brother
To me he is a daisy and I keep trying to count his petals
He Knows Not Their Names
I'm scared to death of what havoc he could wreak in my life
I'm the only person who'd ever told him to his face he was beautiful.
He who does not forget his first love will not recognize his last
If a frog had wings, he wouldn't kick his tail when he jumped
The curse of being named Tim
'twas the telltale tink-tock of marionettes, he felt certain, that jingle-jangled from behind her shower curtain
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
He throws his heart down like a gauntlet
Amakuni once drew an old sword of his from a box, suddenly overjoyed by something he had cast aside.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
Pointless Reflections on Being a Terrible Person for No Reason
he has her eyes
Kitty interrupts his murky float with the nail gun splash of her stiletto song
Her name is Claire
her reflection is safe
His and Her Circumstances
he is too shy to write his tale
If her secrets spilled from her eyes into his
Michael Moved Out to Live with His Bitch & Her Dog
How Pac-Man got his name
a bit of ash in his face keeps him warm
his name
His Name Is Alive
her hate keeps me warm. her shadows keep me guessing.
making certain he was touching her
Your words like warm water, his words like salt
if a bird is never free from his cage, then his world is only his name
i set fire to his name
His name came up like a match on wooden me
It’s in his name and his clothes and his hands and his lips
One day I wrote her name upon the strand
Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her as a firework
If only I could get into her head
My preconceived view of perfection could not accommodate her.
The fact of a man being a poisoner is nothing against the quality of his prose.
Her face could make the ocean ache
The time a thug punched my friend in the face because he could
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
My crush asked if he could kiss me
Wouldn't it be nice if I could forget her
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
Anyone could know just by watching her silent moves
In the movie of his life, the part of Keanu Reeves will be played by a block of wood, and the critics will pan it for being too expressive
The elephant that wished he could fly
StuartO))) has his head up his ass and could not write his way out of a wet paper sack
How the Old Woman Took Care Of Candide, and How He Found the Object of His Love
unfortunately, his entire corpus was composed in English, and so has been lost to the ravages of time
this entire endeavor could be thought of as a quest for your number
A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
I don't know where he gets his words but I like them
He Had Not Where To Lay His Head
He flops over and bonks his head
Oedipus-Schmedipus, as long as he loves his mother
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
He makes me feel alone just by being there
He had a prison of brass built in the hole, and then, when it was finished, he locked up his daughter
Of King Sigmund's last battle, and of how he must yield up his sword again
He lived in southern California with his tanned, powdered mother
An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
He gave her a daisy
He not busy being born is busy dying
He is honest and forthright with strangers. He reserves his lies for his family
why is the great man great? he keeps on running through a world of his own.
I saved his life. He does not know it.
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
He breaks her heart on a daily basis
When he was little, he laughed in his sleep.
He found a liquid cure for his landlocked blues
How He Didn't Understand Her Whichever
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.
All he left her was alone
It's easier to kick a praying man, because he's on his knees already
I kicked the Martian in his otherworldly balls, and he screamed like the solar wind howling through a planetary magnetosphere
When he was five, his father made him murder his imaginary friend.
judge a captain not by his shipwrecks, but by whether or not he blames the sea
So he's dressed a little differently and he has a halo-like light above his head.
He began to learn that waste flows downstream. Imagine his surprise.
My friend is dating someone who likes him far more than he likes her
He loved her so much, he wanted to do her autopsy
You can't stop thinking of her: this is how you explained it, a proof of your being in love.
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
river, in all his innocent beauty and home in hers
An hour later, I swing my leg over his and we dream of being young
The day we were married the leftover doves from his days of being a magician hummed little love songs in the attic
She is a night of dark trees, but he who is not afraid of her darkness will find banks full of roses under her cypresses
At her mirror, his muse
I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
I should ask my barber where he gets his hair cut, then go there and slowly make my way up the chain
He Would Close His Eyes, and the World Would Burn.
pretends to sleep as he looks her over
Being in a relationship with a girl who has guy's name
Dragon New Warm Mountain I Believe In You
Christians don't believe that "being good" gets anyone into Heaven
what does being a sociological researcher entail?
being beaten into an unhealthy state by other people's pasts
Being rejected by someone you really respect
Being solicited for sex by people who don't even know your gender
The joy of Being a Technician
Tell me a story about being really alive
The trials and tribulations of being an E-mail technical support representative
On being the Older Woman
Being the outsider at a party
Why some people do not enjoy being in nature
On the topic of being alone
Great Chain of Being
Adolescents: Beings of inherent evil
Being with an older woman
In a school with over 20,000 people, there is no danger of being recognized later

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