• I'm the only person who'd ever told him to his face he was beautiful.
• and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down to the ground
• Somebody told me a story. It was pretty but boring. It was Saturday night, my stories usually end up that way.
• His version was better
• His love was enormous; it cleared rooms that desperately wanted to be full.
• He had fallen in love, but I'm pretty sure the hellhound was only in it for the belly rubs
• because his heart was heavy, closing, like a tired eyelid
• The cult leader poured himself a drink and started on about his plans, and I wondered how the priest was getting on
• I woke up and was an instant scribbling fiend. crazy, my poor feverish brain
• She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
• He had a prison of brass built in the hole, and then, when it was finished, he locked up his daughter
• His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
• My man was shot for his sheep coat
• If the King's English was good enough for Jesus
• He stretched out his arms but she was not there
• When he was five, his father made him murder his imaginary friend.
• It Was a Lover and His Lass
• Johnny Clueless was there, with his Simulated Wood-Grain
• When he was little, he laughed in his sleep.
• For one thing, he was sure his granny would never have used smack.
• All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
• everyone who ever told me i was pretty was lying.
• As I looked back, he was reveling in his own feces
• but you had his eyes and that was sort of almost enough
• I was floating in the ocean of his eyes.
• English concertina
• The Foundation of the English church
• English History: Magna Carta
• English Regionalism
• Atom and His Package
• How the Whale Got His Throat
• How Pac-Man got his name
• In the Springtime of His Voodoo
• drop a piano on his head
• Lincoln still melancholy over his broken engagement, January 23, 1841
• Homage to His Hips
• My heart is the shape of his car
• I wish I could open his eyes
• Pointlessness had become his answer
• The End of Atli and his Kin and Folk
• Inga Parts With His Pink Pearl
• a constant, low wind trembles through him, catching his words and sending them out into the world
• The Cobbler and his Family
• If only Che Guevara were a revolutionary in his own country
• The sound of his voice
• Poor man's Excedrin
• poor, defenseless old woman
• Poor Law
• A Pretty Mess By This One Band
• She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
• Pretty Maids All in a Row
• was
• I Hear it was Charged Against Me
• I was promised flying cars
• Is And Is Not As It Was
• Do you remember when Everything was small?
• It was all I could do not to cry
• I was in a commercial once
• Walther WA 2000
• Was it Heaven? Or Hell?: Chapter IX
• There was a man with tongue of wood
• She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
• And I beheld the lack of embrace, and the strife was ever-present
• the lake was on fire that summer
• Sympathy for the Mongols & How The Rise of the West was just sheer Dumb Luck
• Money was paper
• Battle Ground, Washington
• was hael
• I had to call my father this evening and tell him I was dying.
• I Thought My Father Was God
• There never was a body that gave the undertaker a tip
• Democracy assassinated the family that was here
• It was better before they came
• A knock there was upon the door
• He was born with the gift of logic but the inability to use it
• Maxwell was certainly not surprised
• I was me before being me was cool.
• so my crowd was Catholic, Protestant, atheist, confused, and white
• stop being so English
• English language letter frequencies
• Confessions of an English Opium-Eater Part One: Introduction
• Dissecting films and books in the name of English
• Middle English Dictionary
• Traditional English mealtimes
• Body English
• English Pidgins and Creoles
• English History: From Aethelred to Canute
• Costs in English law
• He's dead, Jim. You grab his wallet, I'll grab his tricorder.
• Innocent contact with his flesh
• Saturn Devouring His Children
• How many times has God twiddled his thumbs before he put vertebrates on the Earth?
• His Dark Materials
• Don Quixote had his windmills, I have my helicopters
• The day we were married the leftover doves from his days of being a magician hummed little love songs in the attic
• Here the hangman stops his cart
• The Sparrow and his Four Children
• All his front teeth knocked out, living a nightmare
• Mr. B. F. Pinkerton--And His Way
• Synge and the Ireland of his Time: I
• The weary Titan staggers under the too vast orb of his fate.
• His Eyes Are On The Sparrow
• Prospero breaks his staff
• Maybe his name is a killing word
• His touch, all nagging deja vu
• Poor white heat
• The Poor Miller's Boy and the Cat
• Keep the peace and remember the poor
• Why do all the pretty things always run away from me?
• The pretty girl has no friends
• Pretty Lady Destroy Everything
• Music was better in the old days
• Theories as to what was inside the briefcase in Pulp Fiction
• As I Was Going to St Ives
• The train station was fucking freezing and
• People wouldn't fall in love so often if it were more clearly marked
• This Was Your Life
• My first and last attempt at a one night stand was raided by the police
• And then night was here, after a day of measured breathing, and I could forget about breathing because the waiting was done
• My very first mentor was a heroin junkie
• For a few more precious seconds, the body I was born with was still in one piece
• it wasn't the terrorism that flung us apart, it was the pigeons
• I don't remember what life was like when I was seven. I like the taste of air. What should I do?
• Olympia, Washington
• I was known as the counselor of the naked cabin
• I was Dan for fifteen minutes and I never want to be Dan again
• She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
• Duvall, Washington
• Pete Townshend was right about Saddam Hussein
• Not what was said
• The land of our fathers, stolen before we knew it was our own
• I Thought I Was A Child
• I was once young and had a home
• a dream was faintly clinging to my fingertips. accidentally i brushed my lips, poisoning myself.
• If I was any good at this, I would be getting paid
• Jesus was a Gay Black Hippie Jew (song only) (recording)
• (because this was always subconsciously the inspiration, even if I did not know it at the time, and I only realised it just now)
• The Saudis were terrified that someone was going to be a better Muslim than they were
• By evening I will have returned all traces that I was ever here
• English cuisine
• A Plan for the Improvement of English Spelling
• The Full English Breakfast joke
• Confessions of an English Opium-Eater: Appendix
• English Civil War
• The English Motorway System
• How to become mayor of an English town
• The Role of Thomas Cromwell in the English Reformation
• English Grammar for Beginners
• English Penicillin
• English History: Succession of Henry II
• Using languages other than English on Everything2
• The particular sequence of ten words,"attack on an English writer that the particular character of this" is not at all unreasonable.
• Touch the Hem of His Garment
• Oedipus-Schmedipus, as long as he loves his mother
• His 'N' Hers
• When the foeman bares his steel
• The Little Boy and his Dogs
• Tolstoy's use of his characters to bring forth his themes
• The Book of King Arthur and His Noble Knights of the Round Table
• Llewelyn and his hound Gelert
• Sparkling like a star in his hand, melting like a snowflake
• Bob Wills and his Texas Playboys
• His and Her Circumstances
• Leaves dancing at his feet
• Synge and the Ireland of his Time: IX
• He who does not forget his first love will not recognize his last
• Justinian and his Attendants
• You're right! Sinister Aleister and his left-hand path of sin is utter destruction!
• To each his own religion
• Give the devil his due
• A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief
• Poor Law Amendment Act 1834
• Poor Charlie
• Perfection is not a pretty sight
• some girls find older chaps pretty kinky
• Why I was convinced I would die young
• How Candide Was Brought Up in a Magnificent Castle and How He Was Driven Thence
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