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making certain he was touching her
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
And as the dreaming was danced, a sound went out
she was waylaid by an octopus
She was locked in time
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
She was too beautiful to be human
Because, perhaps she was cold
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
To a girl who thought she was moving away
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
The sound was starting to get stuck in my head like "It's a Small World"
She was steady
the cutest baker in the room was making sadfaces at me when i walked out
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She makes sniffing sounds, and I don't know if she's snorting coke or weeping
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She always was devious in her beauty
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
She was free
What is that sound my hard drive is making?
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
She knew what she was doing
She Was 18, It Was Summer
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
She breaks hearts almost as often as she breaks the speed of sound
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
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 dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
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
What the hell was she thinking?
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
When she was bad
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
A language full of words she understands, but does not know the sound of, yet.
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
She was never mine. I always shared 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 most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
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
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She is and was
She was so tall, and I was so in love
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
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.
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 just the dry smell of gasoline
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
Making sure your ballot was counted in a United States Election
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.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
making love in a canoe
Making someone feel loved
Making love out of nothing at all
The difference between fucking and making love
Stop Making Sense
Map Making
platonic making out
Why I dislike the term "making love"
Making plastic explosives from bleach
Defying Gravity : The Making of Newton
School is making itself obsolete with all of this memorization
Making Emacs look pretty
About Koji - A Starter For Making Saké
makings of a good mousepad
The making of a bitter conservative
Making her presence known
Making her presence known (part 2)
Making her presence known (Part 3)
Making meaning out of hard links
Why is my computer making that noise?
Making Friends
Making lunch for a loved one
Is Everything2 making me more or less intelligent?
Making decisions logically
Slowly making criminals
You will lose everything you love making your point
Making love to your guitar
Making Love to a Vampire With a Monkey on My Knee
guide to making weight
Making History
Eyes that had a way of making time stop
The Making of the Atomic Bomb
Perl proggy for making guitar neck diagrams of scales
Excuse me sir, you're making a scene
The Art of Map Making
making love in Japanese
Making Bones
Manual Operation of Train Signals (or "Making ding-ding with no choo-choo")
Making up (stories) for lost time
Ain't No Making It
Making it in a world without enough candy
John Cassavettes Was No Help At All
Making jokes about The Pope
Making the Movies XXII The Dangers of Employing Redskins as Movie Actors
Making the Movies I Putting on a Photoplay
Making the Movies II Do the Photoplayers Have an Understudy?
Making the Movies Preface
Making the Movies List of Illustrations
Making the Movies
Making the Movies III Eyesight Damage Caused Through the Motion Picture Arcs
Making the Movies IV Do the Players Drink Intoxicants in Motion Pictures?
Making the Movies V Those Troublesome Child Players
Making the Movies VI Hiring Players Free for the Movies
Making the Movies VII Movie Stars Who Risk Their Lives for Realistic Films
Making the Movies VIII Motion Picture Making Towns and Estates
Making a decision about a life
Making the Movies IX Utilising Country Estates for Motion Picture Plays
Making the Movies X How Railroad Photoplays are Made
Making the Movies XI Putting the Thrills into Railroad Movie Dramas
Making the Movies XII Making Marine Dramas for the Movies
Making the Movies XIII How Fire Films are Taken
Making the Movies XIV Using Autos in the Movies
Making Whoopee
Making the Movies XV Underground With a Movie Camera
Making a fool of myself must be a hobby, I do it so frequently
Making the Movies XVI Aviation in the Movies
Making the Movies XVII Filming Earthquakes -- Before and After
The Making of Star Trek
Making the Movies XVIII Producing a Biblical Motion Picture
Making the Movies XIX Controlling Wild Animals on the Film
Mistakes we knew we were making
Making the Movies XX Why Naval Movies are so Scarce
Making the Movies XXI Presenting Cafes and Hotels in Motion Pictures
Making the Movies XXIII Musical Matters in Motion Picture Producing
Soap-making
You can get to my heart by making me cry
TGoP: Of the Making of the Worlds
Making sense of international ethics, Part I
Making the Movies - End of Book Advertisements
Making islands to have new seashores
The sky is a machine for making gods
Life is what happens to you when you're busy making other plans
A hand making promises
Hip Hop production
making molds
Making drugs and booze last longer
blueberry jam
making fish
We'd all be better off if shaking hands were making love, and children were found in the cabbage patch.
rain making

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