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She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
she was waylaid by an octopus
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
She wakes me up by tickling my feet
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
The shape of me and other stuff
A rose by any other name would smell as sweet
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
Only by spreading rights to others do we ensure those rights for ourselves.
haunted by nodeshells, like pronouns signifying other worlds
Sensei's recipes
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Hot Baked Avocado Stuffed with Smoked Oysters and Mushrooms
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
The lonely ones will find each other by the heat of their bodies
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
She was coming out as he was going in.
Jacques Chirac was shot in the head by a fascist named Jean-Marie Le Pen
The male libido - or - How I was castrated by the 90's
War is a game played by old men with other people's sons
By morning I will have erased all traces that I was ever a bear
Music for a French Elevator and Other Short Format Oddities by The Books
Electronically, I was questioned by a mallard of flame…
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
Still she cried, and still the world pursues
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She always was devious in her beauty
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
The other day I saw a gas station called Space Age! I was not fooled!
Addressing others by their user names
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
Garden Stuffed Baked Potatoes
Muffin, Scone, Biscuit, Roll and Bun Recipes
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
By the way, she has a penis; just so you know.
Personality is defined by other people
You can get to my heart by making me cry
The Punk Meets the Godfather, Part One: Do My Converse look okay? And other preconceptions by a hippie kid
The German textbook that was written by Morrissey
Food which was intended as such by nature
By evening I will have returned all traces that I was ever here
How's she goin', by
By morning I will have erased all traces that I was ever here
it was years before they met again, by chance
I Was Kidnapped By Lesbian Pirates from Outer Space
Stuffed salmon baked in salt dough
I was supposed to be somebody by the age of 23
How Eulenspiegel, along with the other boys, was made to eat too much bread
every secret thing was made by some one
What the hell was she thinking?
To a girl who thought she was moving away
he was alive, and some of the other people, they were carbon copies
alive she cried (user)
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
It was all I could do not to cry
being beaten into an unhealthy state by other people's pasts
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
She was free
She is and was
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.
Besides the part where she was the only one
Stuff was started stuff had ends
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
She Was 18, It Was Summer
She knew what she was doing
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
Some advice on girls by a girl : the simple stuff
She will remember your heart when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits
I was hit by a train that doesn't really exist
My first and last attempt at a one night stand was raided by the police
I was taken by a honeymoon scam
Grace and Fury walk with you, call each by name when the other has failed
A Jared by any other name
A Tyler By Any Other Name
How the Internet came to be: On use by other networks
their teary eyes follow us as if our actions are accompanied by tragic music
She walked by his desk and left a nickel
I was raised by the French government
How I then tried to diffuse the Theory of Three Dimensions by other means, and of the result
That Thursday the Universe was curved in the morning and was flat again by afternoon
There was a Man Dwelt by a Churchyard
What was stolen by someone else
My Singing was Stolen by Whispers to a False Friend
She came through the glass door, untouched by the storm that raged outside.
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
I'll pretend I just cursed myself by saying this, so when it doesn't happen I have something to fall back on other than you
I know them by the trucks they drive, the names they call each other, the tattoos on hot, shirtless days, the music they blast after lunch, to get through the rest of the day.
It was too late by the time the robots came and I couldn't, I just couldn't
My lunch money was stolen by a predatory Mars rover
Happiness is difficult to come by when one is constantly followed by Frisbees
No important data was harmed by the ILOVEYOU worm
smiling in photographs was a concept introduced by Kodak
Just don't let's pretend she followed you home
She bought a new smile every week when we first started seeing each other. Then I had to buy them.
A woman has 30 ways of laughing, but only 1 way in which she cries.
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
She was steady
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
She was locked in time
So I was drinking with the son of Man the other night, and...
If you become lucid, you realize history's greatest literature was being written as you read it ...by yourself.
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
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.
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
When she was bad
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
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 probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
War by Other Means (e2poll)
That time I was almost killed by scary cult children
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
Because, perhaps she was cold
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
She was too beautiful to be human
She was so tall, and I was so in love
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
I was discovered by scientists, what will they call me?
baked beans
Half Baked
No bake peanut butter squares
bake sale
Baked (user)
Pork Chop Stuffing Bake
Devilish Twice Baked Potatoes
Baked Alaska
Tasty Honey Garlic Baked Chicken
Baked tofu sandwich
Baked enchiladas
cheesy spinach bake
Bake Neko
Baked Goods Recipes
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no biscuit
Powdermilk Biscuits
biscuit
Biscuit Master (user)
In the biscuit
Park the biscuit
Arse Biscuits
The Disco Biscuits
Rich tea biscuit
Half Man Half Biscuit

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