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Beautiful Cinnamon Roll Too Good For This World, Too Pure
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
She was too beautiful to be human
The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
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.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
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.
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
She was coming out as he was going in.
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
It was late when he came home; it woke you up
The class valedictorian was still tripping balls when he was bailed out in time to give the commencement speech at graduation
The world was designed for giant squid
He had a prison of brass built in the hole, and then, when it was finished, he locked up his daughter
he was a punk poet himself
I married him because he was not mean
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
The sound was starting to get stuck in my head like "It's a Small World"
He made me promise I would do this when I was next sad. So I promised myself I would not be sad again.
The beggar who was too rich for my money
Once there was a bug in a hole that he dug
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
He thinks a path and travels the emptiness that was there
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
I was adored once too
Born with the gift of laughter, and a sense that the world was mad
I remember when it was me who made you want to take over the world and enslave humanity
He was the kind of man who shacked up for shelter
strange and too short but I was lonely
I thought he was a man but he was just a little boy
He Was Only Joking
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
The World Was Wide Enough
Mr. Lunch liked to chase birds. In fact, he was a professional.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
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 so tall, and I was so in love
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
Besides the part where she was the only one
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
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.
Wheresoever he went, there was Eden
An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
At least he was gentle
What if the world were flat?
If this was an Olympic Sport, I'd be world champion
When he was little, he laughed in his sleep.
The universe was cold and dead and all the best aspects of humanity and its appreciation of the world were stored in electronic boxes
Death was a part of me then, too.
The Day the World was about to End
He was there, and then he wasn't, and with him went those memories
Jesus said, "I love him, for he is my brother." He was talking about everyone.
He was found
Before the World was Made
What the hell was she thinking?
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She is and was
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
She was free
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
Because, perhaps she was cold
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
She Was 18, It Was Summer
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She knew what she was doing
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
He was confirming to himself that they were laughing with him after all
How Eulenspiegel, along with the other boys, was made to eat too much bread
How Candide Was Brought Up in a Magnificent Castle and How He Was Driven Thence
He Was a Crook
God was in the west too, at one time.
Donald Duck was banned in Finland because he doesn't wear pants
Tom, He was a Piper's Son
I'm the only person who'd ever told him to his face he was beautiful.
He wasn't programmed to be a tenor, he was programmed to be a physician!
As I looked back, he was reveling in his own feces
I was alone for too long
It was 1992. He smiled.
The Marlboro Man died of cancer, but he wasn't a rocket scientist when he was healthy, ha ha ha.
He was born with the gift of logic but the inability to use it
All he left her was alone
Oxygen was the world's first pollutant
It was too late by the time the robots came and I couldn't, I just couldn't
He was like the bottle of Champagne Krug
When he was five, his father made him murder his imaginary friend.
The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
The Trial: Andrew Johnson was not guilty of the crimes for which he was impeached.
The world was black and white
he listened so well, he was still curious.
in the morning it was almost too dead center
If I was a woman I'd be a feminist too
i saw the ugliest thing in the world and thought it was neat-o
some say he was never here at all
He was hard in all the wrong places
When I was 21, he was building a Time Machine
When I was very young, I knew that the world was made of honey.
for a moment the whole world was beautiful
making certain he was touching her
he was alive, and some of the other people, they were carbon copies
He was a man stuck between the objective and the subjective
That's Just How He Was
He had fallen in love, but I'm pretty sure the hellhound was only in it for the belly rubs
She was locked in time
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
In the Beginning was Rock n Roll
Shaymus is older than I thought he was
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
She was steady
I don't know what he was listening for, but he wasn't listening
More than he was willing to give
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She always was devious in her beauty
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
When she was bad
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Then again, maybe he was recruiting for a cult
Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.
The Things She Could Forget, If I'd Forget Them Too
She had the most wonderful grin in the world
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
The World She Made
Too Old to Rock 'N Roll, Too Young To Die
She tastes like gingerbread, too.
I think he only loves the world for him.
Should the Wide World Roll Away
cinnamon roll
I would have tried, but Charlotte kept Charlotte in the world of Charlotte and she barely heard me
watching headlights roll by, maybe you noticed one, swept by a little too slow
And she flew halfway across the world for those five minutes
she gave herself that holocaust haircut. cinnamon colored clippings cover the motel bedspread like sprinkles.
It's too bad she won't live. But then again, who does?
he/she
She could run a spiel like nobody's business. She could sell the world and make you wish for more.
Of all the dorm rooms in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.
"Describe life in two words" she said. "Survival test" he replied.
Worlds of Power #2: Metal Gear
World of Pure Exaggeration
Still she cried, and still the world pursues
We exist in a world of pure communication, where looks don't matter and only the best writers get laid
Too Pure
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light

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