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She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
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.
Was that real, or did I dream it?
Seriously, though, who the hell did I think I was going to become?
did i really change the way you think about everything? was it the chemicals in your brain?
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
In the end it did not matter. The ocean was still there.
She Thinks in Harmony
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 Was 18, It Was Summer
She was free
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
Now everyone thinks that you're crazy
Did you think of me before you knew me?
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
I don't think the sun was up
If the Windows source code was leaked, what do you think would happen?
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
I can never be sure if it was real or just another illusion
Which God was cooler, the one from the Old Testament or the one from the New Testament?
Aristotle's Lost Library, Medieval Andalusia & Chinese Paper, or How Europe Learned to Learn Again and Why the Renaissance Happened When & Where It Did
Is this what I have been seeking? Or is it an echo, a remnant, a sign that I was wrong?
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
Any woman who thinks she is pro-life should ask herself
that pain was something I needed, and probably did to myself
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
Besides the part where she was the only one
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
More hips!
Was it Love, or Obsession?
We did not know it was a war
Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
I woke up and was an instant scribbling fiend. crazy, my poor feverish brain
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
A crazy ideological teenager who still thinks that clear, free, rational thinking can save the world
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
I'm beginning to think that nothing I think or say makes sense to anyone but me
Vancouver Stanley Cup Riots
Crazy People Always Think I'm the Sweetest Guy
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
God is a pretty girl across the bar who smiles and waves in your direction; and you think she is waving at you
she was waylaid by an octopus
She was too beautiful to be human
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
He thinks a path and travels the emptiness that was there
I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
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'm starting to think I was a waste of a perfectly good placenta
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
It did not but, I think.. it will spill hope
If all you did was node, your writeups wouldn't be very interesting, would they?
Did you think I would give up that easily?
It wasn't so much what you said, or what I did, but more what you said I did, and what I didn't say at all.
Puking Onstage Before a Live Audience, or: The Pooka Did It
Was it Heaven? Or Hell?: Chapter III
I still can't think of anything, or how Fight Club changed my life
Was it Heaven? Or Hell?: Chapter VIII
Can't she just carpool or something?
Every poem about thunder was written under the protection of a roof, or, at the very least, an empty sky
Was it Heaven? Or Hell?: Chapter VII
The male libido - or - How I was castrated by the 90's
Did T. Rex waltz or samba?
In Defense of Minor Attracted People or I Think it's Genocide
he (or she)
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She was steady
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Crazy? I was crazy once.
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
She always was devious in her beauty
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
What did people use as incidental music before Moby was invented?
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
Because, perhaps she was cold
You think this is tragedy. She thinks this is fun.
She is and was
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She was so tall, and I was so in love
She was coming out as he was going in.
She knew what she was doing
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
I Think I was Born in the wrong Hemisphere
I think I was a pterodactyl and you were the tiniest rodent
I think I was watching the most beautiful thing I have ever seen
What would aliens think of us if Everything was all they had?
i think it was (user)
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.
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
My grandma died yesterday. Did she die?
When I was little my mother told me not to sit close to the T.V., so when I was six I did.
They did not forgive us, she thought. We will surely die.
(because this was always subconsciously the inspiration, even if I did not know it at the time, and I only realised it just now)
Everything Stalin did was legal
I did not need it. I was strong. I was steady. I knew what I was doing.
I did not miss what my body did not remember, until it was reminded
Well, what happened? Did she succeed?
All you ever did was let it happen
Everything Hitler did was legal
Jesus did not say this; it represents the perspective of a later or different tradition
How did you get everyone to think that you were depressed?
Did we listen to pop music because we were miserable? Or were we miserable because we listened to pop music?
New Mexico, or was that Oklahoma?
Was it Heaven? Or Hell?: Chapter IV
Was It Heaven? Or Hell?
When we was fat ( ... or, Lord Gym)
She makes sniffing sounds, and I don't know if she's snorting coke or weeping
Was it Heaven? Or Hell?: Chapter IX
Was it Heaven? Or Hell?: Chapter VI
There was never supposed to be an Episode 7, 8, or 9
or maybe a calm voice, that accent you don't think you have
I didn't ask if the glass was half full or half empty. I've always had enough to drink.
Was it Heaven? Or Hell?: Chapter V
the river was cool. I wiped off every dangerous, sacred drop.
An infallible way to discern whether a decade, in pop culture terms, was win or fail
The braille on the door was not symbollic of my own blind search for an answer. Or maybe it was.
Foam on the tide is no more or less real than the sea, it simply is, was, will be
OR WAS IT
It doesn't matter whether Hitler was an Atheist or a Christian
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
She was locked in time
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
born under candlelight just from the edge of a knife, was it a life? or was it a light at all?
Because she is unchanging, you are crazy
They think I'm crazy, but I know it's real
She could not live with or without him
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
She just stares at us like we're crazy
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
When she was bad
middle of summer how crazy it was
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
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 was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She was never mine. I always shared her.
What the hell was she thinking?
I felt I was part of something, like a voice in a crowd or an island in a sea
Even simple things that you think are harmless can be dangerous. Like crayons. Like velvet.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
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
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
It was a dangerous, stupid infraction and I deserve the ticket
Driving Myself Crazy
Crazy Train
Crazy mixed up kids who stopped living and became zombies
Crazy old guy who shouts Bible passages
Nothing like a crazy uncle to look up to
the god that can be killed was never god in the first place
crazy nick91 (user)
Crazy Johnny & The Evil Genius

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