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When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
she was waylaid by an octopus
I was hit by a train that doesn't really exist
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
It was too late by the time the robots came and I couldn't, I just couldn't
I Was Kidnapped By Lesbian Pirates from Outer Space
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
Jacques Chirac was shot in the head by a fascist named Jean-Marie Le Pen
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
She will remember your heart when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
She was free
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
How's she goin', by
No one has ever been bitten to death by a poisonous snake in a ball pit
My first and last attempt at a one night stand was raided by the police
smiling in photographs was a concept introduced by Kodak
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.
If you become lucid, you realize history's greatest literature was being written as you read it ...by yourself.
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
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.
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
I was raised by the French government
She came through the glass door, untouched by the storm that raged outside.
That Thursday the Universe was curved in the morning and was flat again by afternoon
Electronically, I was questioned by a mallard of flame…
She was locked in time
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
it was years before they met again, by chance
What the hell was she thinking?
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
To a girl who thought she was moving away
every secret thing was made by some one
Food which was intended as such by nature
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
When she was bad
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
She knew what she was doing
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She Was 18, It Was Summer
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She wakes me up by tickling my feet
There was a Man Dwelt by a Churchyard
She walked by his desk and left a nickel
I was discovered by scientists, what will they call me?
The German textbook that was written by Morrissey
I was supposed to be somebody by the age of 23
My Singing was Stolen by Whispers to a False Friend
What was stolen by someone else
By evening I will have returned all traces that I was ever here
By morning I will have erased all traces that I was ever here
The male libido - or - How I was castrated by the 90's
My lunch money was stolen by a predatory Mars rover
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
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.
That time I was almost killed by scary cult children
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
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.
She was steady
By morning I will have erased all traces that I was ever a bear
Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She always was devious in her beauty
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
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
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
Because, perhaps she was cold
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
She was too beautiful to be human
She was so tall, and I was so in love
She is and was
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
Besides the part where she was the only one
No important data was harmed by the ILOVEYOU worm
She was coming out as he was going in.
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
By the way, she has a penis; just so you know.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
I was taken by a honeymoon scam
Adder
Sea adder
half adder
ripple adder
carry lookahead adder
The Bite of the Adder
Mr Thicky Black Thicky Adder Thicky
Bitten
Bitten at the public library
Once bitten twice shy
Bitten to the quick
North by Northwest
This music crept by me upon the waters
The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king
People referred to by three initials
Live by the sword, die by the arrow
design by contract
Call by reference
Some Girls Wander by Mistake
by any means necessary
Proof by contradiction
Poetry written by teenagers
The Attack by Fire
Murder by Death
Noises made by birds in different languages
Noises made by cats in different languages
Noises made by cows in different languages
Noises made by dogs in different languages
Noises made by pigs in different languages
Noises made by roosters in different languages
Words to live by
Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer
trial by ordeal
Learning by doing
Exit, pursued by a bear
I'm being eaten by a boa constrictor
Songs destroyed by use in television advertising
By The Light Of The Silvery Moon
By the skin of my teeth
Bill Gates is a character owned by Microsoft Corporation
By the power of Grayskull!
I got jacked by the FBI, CNN and amazon.com
Bhagavad-Gita - Religion by Service of the Supreme
Bhagavad-Gita - Religion by the Kingly Knowledge and the Kingly Mystery
Once By The Pacific
Touched by An Angel
'95 Statement by an E.T. Presently Incarnate
'95 Statement by an E.T. Presently Incarnate (Part 2)
Bhagavad-Gita - Religion by the Heavenly Perfections
Bhagavad-Gita - Religion by Separation of Matter and Spirit

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