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I got the feeling the Fairy Council was mad at me when the president knocked over her coffee to get a better grip on my neck
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
the space was filled with love like light and that made me shine as well
When someone was willing to drown with me, I really didn't want to drown anymore
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
You wanting me to be well was not enough for me to want to be well
I was me before being me was cool.
Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
Here's Me Inside Her But I Can Tell From Her Vagina She Doesn't Really Care
Suicidal teens fucking piss me off
I was discovered by scientists, what will they call me?
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
When you're supposed to go down, find the deepest well and go down to the bottom
Tell me a story about being really undead
I was raised on red pepper and blood. I am so hot if you strike me I will light like a match.
The last girl I dated was a vegetarian. We couldn't go anywhere and so it just didn't work out.
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
The portion of her face she allows me to see
The train that came to me in the dream was already a dead train
I was a homeless bum
will you take me with you when you go?
I really have to get out of this fucking country
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
Her photography captured little beautifuls and me
The gun is good. The penis is evil. The penis shoots seeds, and makes new life, and poisons the earth with a plague of men, as once it was. But the gun shoots death, and purifies the earth of the filth of brutals. Go forth and kill!
Before you, there was me
Somebody told me a story. It was pretty but boring. It was Saturday night, my stories usually end up that way.
Until today, it really pissed me off that I'd become this totally centered Zen Master and nobody had noticed
The one thing I wanted more than anything was for someone, just once, to tell me they don't know what they'd do without me
bringing me back to when less was worth more
the cutest baker in the room was making sadfaces at me when i walked out
Why I politely asked the contemporary lit major I was dating to stop writing me love letters
You kissed me. It was sweet and timid.
Tastes that, surprisingly, go well together
Live Era '87-'93
Bizmillah! We'll have to let them go
You ever have one of those days where you go, "Well. This might as well happen."
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
Gonna go buy me some Jesus!
All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
let her take me, feed on me, devour me
Cybersex before it was cool
Back when grunge was still cool
Cool! Now hand me the sandwich Luke.
I asked her not to forget me
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
I Was Lost and You Found Me
You like me, you really like me!
I remember when it was me who made you want to take over the world and enslave humanity
your poetry inspired me to make this really practical item
I was not made for love songs, and love songs will never be made for me.
Would you tell me if it was true?
Words are useless full of excuses you used me well
This node was made for you and me
I really miss the woman who told me that people don't like me
Sex and death have both spat me out like spoiled milk for the same reason. I was not afraid.
I was pretty sure that wasn't how slasher films were supposed to end, but you won't see me complaining.
Just standing there, wearing my boxers, in my driveway. I was watching the stormfront. You were watching me.
I was once smaller than a jellybean, but now look at me - I am macroscopic!
The train station was fucking freezing and
So, we'll go no more a roving
Seven for a magpie who tells me where to go
I gotta go right now. Someone is videotaping me in my spaceship.
Video files inside .zip archives
To anyone who this may have hurt, please forgive me. The darkness keeps calling and I must go.
I know it's boring to go on about it, it bores me to sleep, but what the hell, why doesn't it fade
I understand. As far as I can go, we'll go together.
I was sure it was her
it's good for me to go and not have there be words
So I let her go
Give me back my bike!
I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
How to test if your mother REALLY has eyes in the back of her head
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
her hate keeps me warm. her shadows keep me guessing.
I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
Her hair was seaweed and the Pacific wind sang
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She asked me to read her a poem
That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
Now she's in my doorway, accusing me with her soft breasts and long legs, strong hips.
If you really care about someone, do not tell her to fuck off
I will fucking REMOVE your writeups about Cloud Strife and how he's cool and mysterious and shit
Okay, okay, I confess! It was me! I broke the internet!
When I was little my mother told me not to sit close to the T.V., so when I was six I did.
They blew up the world, but what really pisses me off
Oh, no. Look, you've gone and made me optimistic. I was before, but now it is showing.
I Hear it was Charged Against Me
He comforted me when he thought I needed it, but never when I really did
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
He made me promise I would do this when I was next sad. So I promised myself I would not be sad again.
What I would do If I knew what was good for me
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.
Even I laughed at me when I built this cross-species genetic analyzer. Well I guess I showed myself!
You knew I was a rattlesnake when you picked me up
There was no one waiting for me...
If I was the ocean, what would you be to me?
Write me well.
man when you are telling me how it was
The rock under my foot that told me I was real when I was an adult
and I wished you well as you cut me down
everyone who ever told me i was pretty was lying.
the unbeatable Squirrel Girl Vol.3, Squirrel, you really got me now
one was giving me the eye but nothing came of it
It wasn't so much a trip down memory lane as it was me carjacking someone's memorymobile and speeding off down the freeway, but I digress.
I was put on hold for time to gnaw me raw.
The cactus that told me my mom was asleep
go fucking (user)
The serpent was in the garden again, but there weren't any apples left in the tree, so I figured things were cool.
It kills me to watch them go
Let Her Go Down
Letting it go to her head
the linear and the docile go feral at her command. we're on the run from rogue rivers and predatory trains.
Wake Me Up Before You Go Go
They are telling me it is time to go
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, think I'll go eat worms
Never Let Me Go
If I tell you, ye will not believe: And if I also ask you, ye will not answer me, nor let me go.
If I Was To Go...
The Firestone dealership was full to the brim with cars. But I reasoned I would need a boat, since my desire was to go to Ireland. Just then a harsh reminder surfaced; water is expensive in hell.
A really good sandwich that ideath could make to take to work with her
Gotta go. My AI girlfriend is dumping me.
this is why you always leave me, this is why you'll never go
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
her arms around me
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
we never really fight, so I don't know how this is supposed to go
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
I was so cool, that first afternoon
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.
The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
She always was devious in her beauty
Anna and her Mother: spinning me in circles
His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
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 emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She was never mine. I always shared her.
I don't like her because she won't like me
All he left her was alone
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
That week with her was like drinking bubbles
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
Don't tell me about her
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
making certain he was touching her
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
Bathe her and bring her to me
the river was cool. I wiped off every dangerous, sacred drop.
Gravity really gets me down
If you really loved me
Death was a part of me then, too.
Tell me a story about being really alive
You Really Got Me
Well, pin a gold star on me
So I was balls deep in the guy's ass that night when he turns to me and asks for a kiss. Damn. What a fag.
there was more poetry in her shopping lists than in any of my rhymes

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