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I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
She really does want to clap along, but at the same time she doesn't want to let the bird get out.
Nostalgic for a time that I never experienced and for a person I never was
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
Same as it Ever Was
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
Is she really going out with him?
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
I am that person I was watching
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
She was coming out as he was going in.
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
the horrible gift was really quite right
I'm the only person who'd ever told him to his face he was beautiful.
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
Sex and death have both spat me out like spoiled milk for the same reason. I was not afraid.
I was hit by a train that doesn't really exist
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She Was 18, It Was Summer
She was too beautiful to be human
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
If she really wanted to fit in, she'd get a smaller dog.
I was a homeless bum
Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
I wish when I closed a book I could set it on the shelf and know it was really over
What seemed like tenderness was really weakness
Renee was a princess (person) mp3 (recording)
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
When someone was willing to drown with me, I really didn't want to drown anymore
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
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
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
She is and was
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She always was devious in her beauty
She knew what she was doing
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
There was a time when I was a better person
Why Socrates was really executed
Adam really was the first man
Sex with my sister was always really, really good
If I was a good person
The fortune teller and the food critic are the same person, dammit!
Five minutes after falling off the cliff, I realized how high it really was
It's really very silly, I was thinking, they are all acting so weird
Was the Black Death really just Anthrax?
It was really hot, in a Silent Hill kind of way
did i really change the way you think about everything? was it the chemicals in your brain?
Why is she really here?
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
She was locked in time
What the hell was she thinking?
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
Sex with my accountant was always really, really efficient
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
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.
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
She doesn't really want a nice guy
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
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 was so quiet that nobody heard her
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
She was free
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
she was waylaid by an octopus
Because, perhaps she was cold
Besides the part where she was the only one
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.
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
When she was bad
John Cassavettes Was No Help At All

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