• I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
• Her name was Natalie
• When you can almost recognize her face, but you can't remember her name
• 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'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
• I will have her forever but I can't touch her
• The real horror was not what had been redacted, but the reasons why.
• what she's building now, it isn't much, but it's hers
• They know me not by name, but numbers
• Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
• How Gudrun cast herself into the Sea, but was brought ashore again
• The Firestone dealership was full to the brim with cars. But I reasoned I would need a boat, since my desire was to go to Ireland. Just then a harsh reminder surfaced; water is expensive in hell.
• I learned never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it.
• There was silence in my heart, but you found a way to break it.
• Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
• I was once smaller than a jellybean, but now look at me - I am macroscopic!
• I don't know what he was listening for, but he wasn't listening
• You want to reassure her, but you don't know where to start
• I was shaking, but not from the cold
• I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
• strange and too short but I was lonely
• Junk mail never has to spell your name right, but important stuff does
• Once upon a time there was an ocean but now there is a mountain range.
• echoes of her glisten in your eyes; i also tear but without linger
• He had fallen in love, but I'm pretty sure the hellhound was only in it for the belly rubs
• it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
• It is her name that I think of when I think about being in love.
• I died for Beauty -- but was scarce
• One day I wrote her name upon the strand
• Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
• There once was a girl named Irene
• the desert was once alive, but I don't remember it
• The Marlboro Man died of cancer, but he wasn't a rocket scientist when he was healthy, ha ha ha.
• The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
• She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
• She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
• It was hormones, it was hormones, but it was valid
• I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
• An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
• His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
• That week with her was like drinking bubbles
• he doesn't know, but her eyes widen too far
• little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
• There was a lot of blood, but the boys needed it
• They wrote it all in perl but it was mostly system calls
• Her hair was seaweed and the Pacific wind sang
• It wasn't so much a trip down memory lane as it was me carjacking someone's memorymobile and speeding off down the freeway, but I digress.
• I was burned and bleeding, but the galaxy still spun on
• I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
• Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
• you never felt her hot blood on your face but, hey, who's keeping track
• It all turned out all right but there was so much pain along the way
• I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
• A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
• Jacques Chirac was shot in the head by a fascist named Jean-Marie Le Pen
• Not her voice, but the way her voice changes,
• The gun is good. The penis is evil. The penis shoots seeds, and makes new life, and poisons the earth with a plague of men, as once it was. But the gun shoots death, and purifies the earth of the filth of brutals. Go forth and kill!
• Somebody told me a story. It was pretty but boring. It was Saturday night, my stories usually end up that way.
• she doesn't write, doesn't tell you stories, but somehow it's her words that spring to mind at those crucial, terrifying moments, and for that you are eternally grateful
• 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.
• Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
• What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
• your fake name is not for everyone but good enough for me
• She grew a little older, while he was telling her
• I had names for all of those places, but I can't remember them
• I am sorry but when you were talking I was admiring the shape of your lips and evaluating their kissability
• you laugh and then you cry but you're still laughing but you miss her so damn much
• She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
• He was born with the gift of logic but the inability to use it
• I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
• She was never mine. I always shared her.
• She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
• There once was a chicken named Alice
• I was sure it was her
• The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
• Her name is Claire
• She was so quiet that nobody heard her
• He stretched out his arms but she was not there
• but you had his eyes and that was sort of almost enough
• She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
• She always was devious in her beauty
• Oh, no. Look, you've gone and made me optimistic. I was before, but now it is showing.
• The flowers smiled, but she was gone
• All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
• All he left her was alone
• All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
• Her name is Rebecca
• Here lies one whose name was writ in water
• You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
• Susan Goldman, who has cervical cancer, is partly thankful as she braces herself but changes her mind as she's sprayed with burning jet fuel.
• I bought an orange, but it was a grapefruit
• Love is but a Fleeing Spec of Emotion
• what once I was
• There are many things that I would like to say to you but I don't know how
• Yet is there hope, then Love but play thy part
• Whatever you do will be insignificant, but it is very important that you do it
• Tanks But No Tanks
• Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex (But Were Afraid To Ask)
• Nobody Knows It But Me
• my love in your garden grows, but let's pretend it's just a rose
• I am but higher
• She Spoke in Nothing But Lies
• 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
• I call, but I never talk. I knock, but I never enter. I feel a bit insecure.
• A person is smart, but people are dumb, panicky animals
• I asked God for a bike, but I know God doesn't work that way. So I stole a bike and asked for forgiveness.
• It wasn't the prince that saved the damsel, but a pirate with a secret.
• the impossible is hard, but not impossible
• I can see her face
• Who let her get at the Johnny Walker
• She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
• Things I've learned from living with an unwed mother and her two small children
• I followed the light in her eyes around the room, staying within range
• Dig up her bones
• thinking about her
• Bernice Bobs Her Hair I
• So her hat does not blow away
• her dopeness (user)
• does she need to touch her own face to know?
• knots and ribbons at the ends of her arms
• The old hands you've baked around hers
• Sending her a Parasympathy card
• Her smile, thinking about you
• Why if I ever meet Nancy Grace, I'll punch her in her yapping poodle-like face
• Herr Riedel (user)
• Why can't I get over her
• Christian name
• Say my name, bitch!
• Coloring your name in Quake 3
• name dropping
• Girls who go home with you when they don't even know your name
• Hello, my name is Kensey, and I'm an addict
• Playing 'Name that driver' to kill time and stay awake
• Rap artists who insist on singing their own name in their songs
• They die obscurely under assumed names
• I tattooed your name on my eyelids
• Somewhere, there's a universe with your name on it, spelled out in consecutive constellations
• A Boy Named Sue
• she named it killer and took it to the beach to play in the sand
• This is the city. Los Angeles, California. Sometimes someone gets the urge to pet a small furry animal. That's my job. My name's Friday. I carry a badger.
• How to name your artichoke
• How to get a drink named after you
• Cybersex before it was cool
• So I was cold chillin on the corner on a hot summer's day
• i wonder if that was meant to console
• How I was thrown from a car at 45 mph
• Where Once Life Was
• I could do without it, if I knew what it was
• In the end it was always a stranger's hand
• Here were the words I was waiting for, without the part I wanted
• Was Charles Darwin a Social Darwinist?
• When again between cities was comfortable and right
• Olympia, Washington
• There Was a Man of Double Deed
• Yesterday was Dramatic, Today is OK
• You kissed me. It was sweet and timid.
• There was a man and a woman
• As an Atheist, I sometimes wish I were Jewish
• His love was enormous; it cleared rooms that desperately wanted to be full.
• I remember when it was me who made you want to take over the world and enslave humanity
• It was free, so I took it.
• And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep?
• When the Space Shuttle Columbia was destroyed on re-entry, I felt a deep sorrow that Cowboy Bebop was now implausible
• Everything Stalin did was legal
• Maxwell was certainly not surprised
• Monkey Butt!
• It was really hot, in a Silent Hill kind of way
• Free but worthless shares
• but aren't we all
• Mister Chu was reading
• 'C' may be for cookie, but that's not good enough for me, dammit!
• I ought to be grateful, but instead I'm angry
• Forever blue, but never black
• It is not our noise at all, but we are lucky to be listening
• I don't Daylog but I'm Daylogging
• their eyes meet for the first time, but they saw each other's hearts
• Maybe it's bad manners, but you still can't buy my baby

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