• The land of our fathers, stolen before we knew it was our own
• Pain and beauty, our constant bedfellows. Young as I was, I understood.
• back when our blood was still warm
• She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
• We find tonight what was hidden beneath our hearts
• The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
• 5 months with no sex has finally got me in trouble
• Nazi Supermen Are Our Superiors
• Our Lady of Mount Carmel
• thefez: our global nightmare
• We are the People Our Parents Warned Us About
• AI should be our top priority.
• A Safe Stronghold Our God is Still
• The problem with love in our society
• We kiss on the mouth but still cough down our sleeves
• Nick Berg is Our Son
• ghost-king of our people
• This is our place
• Our Worlds at War
• Attempting to harness the engine of our own destruction, only humans are so foolish.
• It will only make our insides burn until we are nothing but ash.
• What I wrote when I was missing David
• How Candide Was Obliged to Leave the Fair Cunegund and the Old Woman
• Marilyn Monroe was a size 16
• There was a rose that faded young
• Jerry Was a Race Car Driver
• Shaymus is older than I thought he was
• RIT was built sideways
• Your angel stayed long after everything else was gone
• I was meant for this
• I was Christian and all I got was this lousy painting
• Was it Love, or Obsession?
• Johnny Was
• A long time ago, under the shady tree in my yard, I was dead
• I was Chris to him
• He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
• It was a pauper's laugh. It was what I could afford.
• The sound was starting to get stuck in my head like "It's a Small World"
• There was a man and a woman
• Jungle Wa Itsumo Hare Nochi Guu
• As I was saying to my goldfish
• She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
• Fruit cut from the vine, forgot and left to rot, long before it was time
• Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
• The Marlboro Man died of cancer, but he wasn't a rocket scientist when he was healthy, ha ha ha.
• Dark was the Night--Cold was the Ground
• All it said was clump and scratch, and it only said those very late at night.
• (because this was always subconsciously the inspiration, even if I did not know it at the time, and I only realised it just now)
• He was like the bottle of Champagne Krug
• If I Was To Go...
• He had fallen in love, but I'm pretty sure the hellhound was only in it for the belly rubs
• Morning was like an ex-wife's bruises
• Couch Rioting
• Finally fucked
• Our way or the highway
• Our Dumb Century
• We only use 10% of our brain
• We are all sitting on our asses, simultaneously staring blankly at computer screens all over the world
• Our Share of Night to Bear
• All Creatures of Our God and King
• Our Way To Fall
• throw away words we catch in cages where our hearts should be
• Neville Chamberlain's "Peace for our time" speech
• their teary eyes follow us as if our actions are accompanied by tragic music
• And he bought our every word for dollars.
• Now is the Winter of Our Miss Content
• LAUGH OUR FLOPPY SUNHATS OFF
• Our House
• The cactus that told me my mom was asleep
• I was once stranded on a dessert island
• When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
• What was the question?
• In the Beginning was the Command Line
• I was a bitter, purple-haired fat girl, and I had plenty of male friends
• A poem for two pages of panel art for a comic that was never written
• Suicide Was A Good Choice
• As I looked back, he was reveling in his own feces
• I Was Looking at the Ceiling And Then I Saw the Sky
• There was a land where lived no violets
• Willie was a chemist
• I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
• the lake was on fire that summer
• Sympathy for the Mongols & How The Rise of the West was just sheer Dumb Luck
• This Dust Was Once the Man
• It was nice working with you
• This was not my going away party
• The sexuality and marital status of Jesus
• A virtuous woman was a manly woman, in the womanly fashion of being manly
• ale z was dziwki (user)
• Somebody told me a story. It was pretty but boring. It was Saturday night, my stories usually end up that way.
• I thought what I'd do was, I'd pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes
• 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.
• that was quick (user)
• In the Beginning was Rock n Roll
• She was so tall, and I was so in love
• Where I'm From, You'd Think There Was a Tea Party Going On in the Hostess Dumpster
• Mister Chu was reading
• Our Singing Strength
• Work - The Scourge of Our Generation
• Our American Heritage, Volume 1
• The Dancefloor is our Mother. Her heart beats at 125 BPM.
• Our Exagmination Round His Factification for Incamination of Work in Progress
• After dark vapours have oppressed our plains
• Grichka et son ours
• Our Friends From Frolix 8
• Please pardon our façade
• The day we broke our teacher's mind
• our own personal movies
• the stars would weep if they knew of our existence
• something's at the window, licking our reflection, don't stop
• Was not cleanly unmounted, check forced
• I wonder when I learned to smile when I was being hurt
• Lando was supposed to die
• Jesus was a black man
• I don't know what he was listening for, but he wasn't listening
• Since Adam was a boy
• The teachers thought I was insane
• I came, I saw and was undone
• That Was The Year That Was
• She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
• 'T Was Such a Little, Little Boat
• I fried myself in The Finnish E2 Get-Together, and all I got was a hippie song stuck in my head
• I was known as the counselor of the naked cabin
• I was Dan for fifteen minutes and I never want to be Dan again
• Of the Birth of Volsung, the Son of Rerir, who was the Son of Sigi
• I was the worst lay you ever had
• I Was an Atheist in a Foxhole
• The Girl Was a Guy
• The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
• there was at that moment no one more rightful dead than that unknown and faceless man
• It was fall, and fall does strange things to us all
• This is a node that was solely created to fill the PQ criteria. Klaproth Ahoy!
• I never even went to Las Vegas, and all I got was this lousy t-shirt
• Before inertia, there was impetus
• Maxwell was certainly not surprised
• I was me before being me was cool.
• She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
• Couch grass
• and finally...
• We are Our Stories
• a copy of our home game
• Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of God as we understood Him
• This is our ool. Notice there is no P in it. Please keep it that way.
• Our love sustains me far beyond the gold horizon
• The impossible pain of our history
• Among strangers who will say so many things to fill our ears
• Our Way
• This Is Our Youth
• Our Man In Iowa
• Homes for Our Troops
• When you understand the reasons why, you'll still hate our guts
• Our children will laugh at the names of our over-the-counter medicines
• anyone would know that rain, so deep it flows in our veins
• The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God stands forever.
• hodgepodge was just a one-night stand, apparently
• Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few
• Jesus was Mexican
• Death was a part of me then, too.
• RIT was supposed to be built in New Mexico
• The Tale of a Youth who set out to learn what Fear was
• Same as it Ever Was
• What the hell was she thinking?
• I was the center of gravity of Chicago for one beautiful Saturday
• Saki wa imasen
• I was addicted to parents
• It all burned up in the fire there was nothing left
• The skyline was beautiful on fire
• He had a prison of brass built in the hole, and then, when it was finished, he locked up his daughter
• I stared into the muddled sky with tears running down my face in small rivers, and I knew then that there was no hope
• Creative Nomad Jukebox Zen
• There once was a man from St. Paul
• There was a time before
• The House on the Island Where She Was Born
• The reason Shiite imam was based on the house of Hussein and not the house of Hassan
• and when you woke up, your goldfish bowl was empty?
• The sloe was lost in flower
• I wish I was in New Orleans
• The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
• I Dropped Out of School, and All I Got Was This Necklace
• The Saudis were terrified that someone was going to be a better Muslim than they were

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