Findings:

• His memory perishes from the earth, and he has no name in the street.
• Amakuni once drew an old sword of his from a box, suddenly overjoyed by something he had cast aside.
• why is the great man great? he keeps on running through a world of his own.
• He had a prison of brass built in the hole, and then, when it was finished, he locked up his daughter
• He's a feminist. He tells that to all his mistresses.
• Meanwhile, the PILOT, who has been laughing hysterically through the entire sequence, finally loses it. He falls out of his chair and bangs his head against the panel, causing the ship to lose control and crash into a nearby planet
• The Man Who Flew Into Space From His Apartment
• He lived in southern California with his tanned, powdered mother
• He learned to dance from emus but he learned to love from seraphim
• He Died with a Felafel in His Hand
• I'm not HIS sister; he's MY brother
• I saved his life. He does not know it.
• tiny alien ideas sprout in his brain, like baby incisors erupting from his testicles
• How many times has God twiddled his thumbs before he put vertebrates on the Earth?
• I'm the only person who'd ever told him to his face he was beautiful.
• He wakes up everyday, puts an empty gun in his mouth, and pulls the trigger.
• The Architect Erects his Time-Proof Temple from the Inside
• Sorry to eat and run, but I've got to go stop Lincoln from killing Hitler in his crib
• He flops over and bonks his head
• When he was little, he laughed in his sleep.
• He throws his heart down like a gauntlet
• Augie van Smith blushed and wiped chocolate off his lips
• I kicked the Martian in his otherworldly balls, and he screamed like the solar wind howling through a planetary magnetosphere
• He Had Not Where To Lay His Head
• It’s in his name and his clothes and his hands and his lips
• For from dust we were created and to dust we shall return
• There's a reason why the puss from the warts on my lips smells like garlic. I just don't know it. Yet.
• How the Old Woman Took Care Of Candide, and How He Found the Object of His Love
• He who does not forget his first love will not recognize his last
• what he carried from here to Okinawa
• All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
• judge a captain not by his shipwrecks, but by whether or not he blames the sea
• she's the reason the dust i finally leave will be better than the dust i came from
• Saturday night, the words falling from her lips
• He's dead, Jim. You grab his wallet, I'll grab his tricorder.
• So he's dressed a little differently and he has a halo-like light above his head.
• He stretched out his arms but she was not there
• He will have the taste of warm ripe fruit in his mouth
• He weaves his words
• His chocolate stained lips
• You can only watch as his heart is coaxed from his chest to his sleeve
• It's easier to kick a praying man, because he's on his knees already
• He said 'tentacle porn', so I stuck my dick in a toaster and went from there
• If her secrets spilled from her eyes into his
• She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
• His eyes look out at me from people that I meet
• But an unchewed square catches in his windpipe and he crumples to the floor like someone poisoned by life
• I knew enough about him to know his name and what kind of snowball he could make
• Of King Sigmund's last battle, and of how he must yield up his sword again
• If a frog had wings, he wouldn't kick his tail when he jumped
• For one thing, he was sure his granny would never have used smack.
• He began to learn that waste flows downstream. Imagine his surprise.
• As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
• '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.
• Oedipus-Schmedipus, as long as he loves his mother
• To me he is a daisy and I keep trying to count his petals
• He is honest and forthright with strangers. He reserves his lies for his family
• When he was five, his father made him murder his imaginary friend.
• I don't know where he gets his words but I like them
• You make a light in the world and you hope someone can still look up from the dust for long enough to see it
• 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
• From each according to his abilities, to each according to his needs
• he looks hurt from behind that eye patch, the choker, the bare chest
• "I see," said the blind man to his deaf wife as he picked up his hammer and saw
• In the end, he could quiet his mind only by dying
• He found a liquid cure for his landlocked blues
• The dry and exalted noise of the locusts from all the air at once enchants my eardrums
• Letter from Nicola Sacco to his counsel, August 18, 1924
• As I looked back, he was reveling in his own feces
• Mr. Potato Head Sprouted. He got moldy. Now he's all dried up, but he's still up in the cabinet.
• A rose from night sprang living
• Hints for indy publishers, from a librarian
• Indistinguishable from magic
• Time is nature's way of stopping things from happening all at once
• Exodus from earth
• How to make friends, from a friend.
• and this is how madness sounds from the inside
• Don't take candy from strangers
• Postcard from the apocalypse
• getting a box from my local library
• qanat get there from here
• the way fish heads run from rain
• Ancient Arrowhead
• The Man He Killed
• In your guts you know he's nuts
• So I was balls deep in the guy's ass that night when he turns to me and asks for a kiss. Damn. What a fag.
• 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.
• An E2 Seattle debauch aftermath node
• There's a guy works down the chip shop swears he's Elvis
• I cried when he threw away the paper towel on top of the microwave
• HE ART
• My father never made promises he could not keep. My father never promised anything.
• He backed the verbal car into the garage, only to crash it into the wall
• he may lasso a unicorn
• A Boy and His Dog
• If a geek.boy wrote poetry to his geek.girl
• The guy who may as well already be dead and therefore doesn't care about the consequences of his actions and is able to move with perfect freedom for the remainder of what will likely be a tragically short life
• I went to visit his grave
• EDB reads his Message Inbox
• Giving a cat oral medication
• Dry goods
• God comments his code, you should too
• dry joint
• Little Jack Melody and His Young Turks
• dry cell
• The Man With the Child in His Eyes
• Dried meals for expeditions
• His Share of Glory
• William Shatner Lent Me His Hairpiece
• House of Dust -- Part II -- VII
• A man and his own face
• THE WORD FOR DUST (user)
• his wifey (user)
• Monkey Dust
• the poet and his beloved
• the body is bone, the mind is dust
• To each his own religion
• Zev
• God Shuffled His Feet
• salt lick
• COME FROM
• Don't lick stuff when it's cold
• If I Should Fall from Grace with God
• The Man with the Twisted Lip
• Making life from simple household chemicals
• We kissed like we had never tasted lips
• A Late Delivery from Avalon
• Moon Splits Hare's Lip
• Where does the money come from?
• Memoirs from the Bathtub Jam
• Quotes from sleeping people
• Yesterday I (supposedly) got a call from Douglas Coupland
• From the Hip
• stop adoring from so far away
• Sample questions from the MCAS
• water from a fish tank makes your cannabis grow faster
• Who modification to hide users' hosts from other users
• Radiation from coal-fired power plants
• How far are you from anything?
• Reading Between the Lines: Lessons from the SDMI Challenge
• From Sidon to Tyre, or Death Surprised
• Why we learn from the Gods
• Kennel From Hell
• How to unsubscribe someone from a mailing list
• Freedom is under threat from guns, abortions and children's television
• First letter from Seiji Koga to Yashuma Neiboku, dated 1810
• Love forsakes us from time to time, and we forsake love.
• Who shall deliver me from the body of this death?
• Riding fast on drugs while getting good vibes from the twin plant
• The boat dreams from the hill
• How to protect yourself from a vampire
• The hot girls from cold countries have scars you're not supposed to see
• The Boy from the Chemist is Here to See You
• from a basement on the hill
• I got it from Agnes
• 1931 European Letter from an MIT Grad
• Songs from a solstice hymnal
• The Phantom from 10,000 Leagues
• From somewhere deep inside
• Twinkle, twinkle, like a star. Does love flourish from afar?
• From Little Things Big Things Grow
• from Isabelle to you
• The trail of its demise was visible from the surf.
• And love keeps pouring into Toronto from everywhere it's despised
• From my orbit
• liberate the nutrients from the cellular matrix
• As if it were the arm of someone who'd pulled me back from speeding traffic.
• he/she

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