Findings:
- We once played this same game, but with only our words
- If you don't want us to look at your breasts, don't shove them in our faces
- I stared into the muddled sky with tears running down my face in small rivers, and I knew then that there was no hope
- our voices, once clarion, have been muted by time and mortgages
- Death swept down the road and demonstrated the dangers of departmental infighting while the rest of us made our escape
- We kiss on the mouth but still cough down our sleeves
- summer left its light green lipstick on our faces
- We turn our faces to what the eternal evening brings
- Do you believe, dear reader, that there exists a slender gossamer thread binding you and and I together in our shared humanity? Say 'yes', and we will face the onslaught of the unreal together.
- we want our film to be beautiful, not realistic
- face down
- Our memory of the moments
- Bad Boys Rape Our Young Girls But Violet Gives Willingly
- Anarchism and Our Times
- The leaky ceiling saved our night
- If our genitalia were on our hands
- A Mighty Fortress Is Our God
- Our Town
- God Bless our Native Land
- Dreams Of Our Fathers
- The condom is the glass slipper of our generation
- Our
- Our way or the highway
- Running Down the Road
- Our Dumb Century
- Why I poison the atmosphere and deplete our natural resources
- Does the pace of technology outpace our ability to use it for good?
- Why the alternate worlds in science fiction are never our world
- The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
- Misconceptions about our conception
- The Enemies of Our Enemies
- The impossible pain of our history
- The SAT rules our lives
- Our Share of Night to Bear
- Pain and beauty, our constant bedfellows. Young as I was, I understood.
- Our Lady Peace
- Our Father
- How to properly apply Camouflage Face Paint
- Perhaps God is our future, not our past
- Let's just turn our children into burbling idiots
- Texas, Our Texas
- Your beliefs are your concern, just please don't let them creep into our secular argument
- The Last Day of Our Acquaintance
- A Proposal For An Expedition To Our Hollow Earth
- Our Beloved Revolutionary Sweetheart
- painted faces and fierce longings
- 'Twas people! People soiled our green!
- Tenchi, go get some more *hic* TEA!
- Our hearts were hard, but they were warm
- Nostalgia filled our lungs every time we inhaled
- Why do we hurt when our loved ones die?
- Happy endings are not our birthright.
- Governments cannot be trusted with our personal information
- Our little girl Susan is a most admirable slut, and pleases us mightily
- the death of our flowers
- The Enemies of Our Enemies Part 2
- The boundary drawn by our skin
- He Has Left Us Alone But Shafts of Light Sometimes Grace the Corner of Our Rooms
- Our God, He Is Alive
- Our Hero
- Why should we trust our conscience?
- We are all sitting on our asses, simultaneously staring blankly at computer screens all over the world
- Running full speed down a steep hill
- once you see a can of white paint and a black cat...
- They were getting into riot gear as we sipped our wine
- Some of our best friends are three minutes long
- We nod our approvals in other ways
- Our Balls Are Bigger
- The Happiest Days of Our Lives
- our sun
- Do we forgive our fathers in their time or in our time?
- Reform our politics
- On Seeing a Piece of Our Heavy Artillery Brought into Action
- If by Dull Rhymes our English must be Chain'd
- Our Delaware
- Our Singing Strength
- Our Rubbish Dreams
- Everything is the Endless Exposition of Our Existence
- Admitted to God, to ourselves and to another human being the exact nature of our wrongs
- We've received your resume, and we're entering your credentials in our companywide database
- Why don't we become completely independent and make our own everything
- our sister
- We have learned our lessons well
- The world would be in much better shape if our leaders were hamsters
- What Happened to Our Two Travelers with Two Girls, Two Monkeys, and the Savages, Called Oreillons
- On Sitting Down to Read King Lear Once Again
- All our Lousy Candidates
- Math is not a social construct: Our understanding of math is a social construct
- We left our dead where they lay and the sand preserved them
- Our American Heritage, Volume 1
- I'd love to go back to the late 80's and tell them about our time
- C'est un ours mal léché
- We are the People Our Parents Warned Us About
- Sprillowed Sprawling Predictions on Our Future
- Who's Rating our Games?
- Our sensei
- in cities not our own
- Our Lady of Lourdes (user)
- Our love sustains me far beyond the gold horizon
- We're on our way to being GODS!
- Giving our kids something to rebel against
- Death is our business and business is good
- Our warning signs will protect us
- She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
- The Dancefloor is our Mother. Her heart beats at 125 BPM.
- Gravity's on our side
- Grave Are The Hairs On Our Asses
- Changing our lives
- The Lord's Prayer: Irish (Gaeilge)
- You're in our world now
- Our Bodies, Ourselves
- AI should be our top priority.
- Our Time in Eden
- Peace in our time
- Our Fathers of Old
- There's no 'eak' in our off-peak
- This is our ool. Notice there is no P in it. Please keep it that way.
- running down the street pushing a pink wheelchair filled with purloined items
- how many alleys will you follow me down, if i just started running
- Face down, Nine edge first
- The United States' upcoming war with China
- Getting a free paint job while on vacation
- the better angels of our nature
- Time has imprisoned us in the order of our years
- TV is the alien sitting in our home
- our first time
- you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
- They killed our Lord
- the world will be remade in our image
- parlance of our times
- We are Our Stories
- Ours
- -our
- Ain't Nobody's Business if You Do: The Absurdity of Consensual Crimes in Our Free Country
- our new friend, the ten-foot pole
- Things that give our life meaning
- our own little patch of dixie
- On Our Backs
- We must increase our bust!
- Our Position Against Suicide
- The television screen of our collective unconscious
- Our last conversation
- a copy of our home game
- Of our Methods of Recognizing one another
- Is our ultimate economic goal death?
- Of the Doctrine of our Priests
- Our Old Feuillage
- the stars that change our minds
- I'm the only person who'd ever told him to his face he was beautiful.
- Concerning our Priests
- Who owns our writeups?
- Nazi Supermen Are Our Superiors
- Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of God as we understood Him
- If we had a more developed tailbone, would we wag our tail?
- Why do we think we can give a score to our happiness?
- We only use 10% of our brain
- I don't think we're old enough to know if we're alcoholics at our age
- Our Lady of Mount Carmel
- Running is a beautiful instinct
- One Man Army
- We Wash Our Squash
- No Regrets for Our Youth
- Do's Intro: Our Purpose - The Simple Bottom Line
- Our Trees in Spring
- Passing through the barrier of our eyes
- Work - The Scourge of Our Generation
- Be our drone
- Six Myths of Our Time
- Our work and why we do it
- with cat-like tread upon our prey we steal
- Our rover can kick your lander's ass!
- Our Final Goodbye
- When you had left our pirate fold
- thefez: our global nightmare
- Our Name is Mud
- How Our Bodies Are Used--and Our Minds
- Eyesight resolution
- The Year of Our Lord
- Early, before our hands knew what to do
- like all the world is beautiful at once
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