Near Matches
Ignore Exact
Everything
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We turn our faces to what the eternal evening brings
We're screwed, my friends
The foul rag and bone shop
semiotic ghost
Dream Log: July 30, 2002
cigarettes at midnight
House of Dust -- Part I -- I
The dead eat hope. We had none to give them, so they were pretty emaciated by the end.
We're doing very well, doctor. Please open the door?
I want to give all our smiling-bedroom-eye photographs away to strangers
The only thing stopping us is the pressure. If your machine can withstand it, we are already on our way.
Coldplay
Witchiepoo
Bring Back Our Girls
Brian Griffin
Emily of the Accord
Asking questions I already know the answers to (and the consequences of same)
The Landmark Forum
There was a young lady named Puck
false advertising
But the last half of the book is blank, and the author is gone.
I smashed it into a million pieces and cut myself on its beauty
The sunny side of his face
Why I love Everything2
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