• His 'N' Hers
• All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
• Letter from Nicola Sacco to his counsel, August 18, 1924
• 'twas the telltale tink-tock of marionettes, he felt certain, that jingle-jangled from behind her shower curtain
• His voice is like something from a distant age, the voice of the earth itself, the voice of a tree, the voice of a stone.
• His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
• river, in all his innocent beauty and home in hers
• She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
• Her hips made waves against his shore
• I watched her from afar
• the linear and the docile go feral at her command. we're on the run from rogue rivers and predatory trains.
• I hide in the darkness of the cry that comes from her throat
• Today I clean her little fingerprints from my window
• Including her knees and a dragon made from a sock
• sunset rainwater turns her sidewalk chalk-art into a sherbert delight; a surprise gift from chaos that tumbles her like tinkling bells onto the wet grass
• Inches away from her face
• The Man Who Flew Into Space From His Apartment
• tiny alien ideas sprout in his brain, like baby incisors erupting from his testicles
• His memory perishes from the earth, and he has no name in the street.
• Looking back from time to time, her tears falling fast
• At her mirror, his muse
• His eyes look out at me from people that I meet
• Synge and the Ireland of his Time: XIII
• You can only watch as his heart is coaxed from his chest to his sleeve
• I dreamed of her pulse long before I took it from her
• Michael Moved Out to Live with His Bitch & Her Dog
• His and Her Circumstances
• His hand speaks a foreign language to her ribs.
• I tried to memorise her, from beginning to end
• Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
• What I deduced from his reading matter
• The day we were married the leftover doves from his days of being a magician hummed little love songs in the attic
• Kitty interrupts his murky float with the nail gun splash of her stiletto song
• From each according to his abilities, to each according to his needs
• Saturday night, the words falling from her lips
• As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
• The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
• Things I've learned from living with an unwed mother and her two small children
• From Her to Eternity
• Elegy XIII
• I can see three corners from this corner. Two's a perfect number. But one?
• Hints from Heloise
• From the Earth to the Moon: 24: The Telescope of the Rocky Mountains
• English History: From Edward the Elder to Edgar
• Notes From The Underground: Epilogue
• One Impulse from a Vernal Wood
• Hello From Paris
• Spiritual Lessons From the Master Anthropologist
• mere seconds from impact
• The Good Ones From Inside
• Things I Learned From Working At The Library
• God won't hear when you pray from Hell
• I can cast Zulthon's Glowing Rings, but I cannot cast you from my heart
• our forgotten enemies, unfrozen from the glaciers
• Stories from The World (category)
• you can't escape from God on a Sunday
• Happy Birthday From Planet MotherSuperior
• The Woman and Her Hen
• Alice without opening her eyes says You have to stop crying you are shaking the bed.
• My preconceived view of perfection could not accommodate her.
• The World I Made for Her
• Today I saw her again
• i clung to her cloak. (or flew)
• Her achilles heel
• So her hat does not blow away
• her dopeness (user)
• No hero in her sky
• The endless blue sky is not big enough to hold her memories, so it doesn't
• Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
• i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
• Wild tides guard her secrets
• Her novice beauty
• her grandmother's clock
• Only her hands would give her away
• His Serene Highness Prince Rainier III
• Nicole Oresme and his Philosophies: An Example of Medieval Scientific Thought
• how Wiener found his way home
• Zuigan calls his own master
• Their feet grow dark with his blood
• His Dark Materials
• Upon the Translation of the Psalms by Sir Philip Sidney, and the Countess of Pembroke, his Sister
• Chewbacca can't pronounce his own name
• Koji Gets His Wish
• Werner Herzog Eats His Shoe
• I like to imagine that Bond's firing the tank shells out of his mouth
• The map of his purpose
• Duino Elegies: The First Elegy
• Synge and the Ireland of his Time: XI
• Argument from Evil
• He who does not forget his first love will not recognize his last
• warwalking antennas in his hat juiced and sniffing.
• It is at that moment, I believe, that Sylvester finds his true voice
• From a Letter to Stanislaus Joyce, September 1905
• Is Death of a Salesman a tragedy and Willy Loman a tragic hero, or is his death merely the pathetic demise of a small man
• Sonnet #43, from the Portuguese
• Things that hang from people's mirrors
• Upon the death of Levon Helm and while considering his friends
• excerpts from conversations heard on public transportation
• The Progress of the Soul--Part XIII
• Bourree from Suite No. 1 for Lute by J. S. Bach
• Even from the East German judge!
• Escape From Noise
• From Heaven High I Come
• Beowulf from the Troll-Wife's perspective
• mattresses from the swamps of Squornshellous Zeta
• Removal Of Material From NSA Spaces
• Why checking user input from web forms is important
• Laughing at what we call cloudbursts and showers and drizzles; knowing these are not subtle enough to mean anything about what comes from the heavens
• From Social Synapses to Social Ganglions: Complex Adaptive Systems in Jurassic Days
• Sexy Tales From the Bed (of Sweet Opportunity)
• Learning European history from Porn
• Visitors from Planet Earth
• An Announcement from the Museum of Obsoletion, Concerning the History of the VCR-TV
• From the inside looking out
• Live from New York, it's Saturday Night!
• Music from seashells
• The calls are coming from inside the house!
• Otaku From Longueuil (user)
• Searching E2 from a Galeon toolbar
• From Autumn to Ashes
• Letter from Pierre Laporte to Robert Bourassa
• Walking down the motorway, cars coming from behind
• The Naked Gun: From the Files of Police Squad!
• Never rely on an Artificial Intelligence to save you from fiery death
• Getting drinking water from bamboo
• From the Earth to the Moon: 7: The Hymn of the Cannon-Ball
• Charles I's decision to rule without parliament from 1629
• The Boys from Syracuse
• The mysterious exodus and return of the american white pelican from chase lake
• Sufficiently advanced incompetence is indistinguishable from malice.
• Liberating Women from Modern Feminism
• Reactions from Clampe's students
• On getting blown up 8000 miles from home by a man who does not own shoes
• Ball From Hell
• Lurid tales from the breakroom
• The Man From N.O.U.N.G.
• A letter from Jacques-Louis David to Marguerite-Charlotte Pecard (node_forward)
• a weather report from five hundred thousand years ago?
• Usually, if you've seen one bald man in a robe, you've seen 'em all, but most of them aren't burning alive from the inside out
• what he carried from here to Okinawa
• Rosy Palm and her five daughters
• I do not see her
• The Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even
• A Jury of Her Peers: 2
• She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
• My girlfriend and her pillow
• If only I could get into her head
• Ozma and Her Friends
• Ask her if she's got an answer
• We can meet her for you wholesale: a dreaming girl's singularity
• The Tale of Sweet Cab-ij and all that Happened to Her
• woman and her husband
• It is her name that I think of when I think about being in love.
• Her smile
• i kissed her one last time, then walked out of her life forever
• Her Ivory coast, her skin
• About the things you could not show her
• Her hair was seaweed and the Pacific wind sang
• her first time
• The Fisherman and His Nets
• The Ass and His Purchaser
• The Fisherman and His Soul: Part 4
• Tucker: The Man And His Dream
• and then his words silenced my noisy thought
• Tolstoy's use of his characters to bring forth his themes
• The Birth of Merlin, or, The Childe Hath Found His Father
• Noni and his Golden Serenaders
• He had a prison of brass built in the hole, and then, when it was finished, he locked up his daughter
• How King Siggeir wedded Signy, and bade King Volsung and his son to Gothland
• The Pig and His Way of Life
• Elegy III
• How Lucifer lost his superuser privileges
• The Elegy of Madoc
• I'm the only person who'd ever told him to his face he was beautiful.
• From the Earth to the Moon
• To His Forsaken Mistress
• YHWH declares that the substitution of LOVE with FUCK is punishable by AIDS; man responds by covering his member with plastic
• Melodies from Mars
• The sunny side of his face
• FTP from my dreams
• Thy Rebuke Hath Broken His Heart
• How many ways can you say "It's stuff made from soy"?
• The Child who came from an Egg
• parting shot
• Things that I learned from reading erotic stories involving latex

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