Every poem about thunder was written under the protection of a roof, or, at the very least, an empty sky (poetry)

Throw me to the sky and let the clouds tear me up	bolt from the blue	The sort who hides away	And so he sailed the wine-dark sea
bumper to bumper	I never seek shelter, just wait for the storm	The erotic nature of storms	Gödel's theorem
Bertrand Russell	Being the last to fall asleep	Without you	Rights issue
2 Girls 1 Cup	Short Poems for Brief Moments, part 1	Once I googled your old screen name and found web pages you made in high school. Are you married now? Is that why you haven't called?	every noder was once a normal human
tears on a keyboard	Pandeism	June 14, 2007	the morning snowdrops fall like dew in the sunlight and fill my heart with their icy cold and all i can think about is you
Motherboards need to have a standard labeling scheme	eternal recurrence	formal grammar