• His memory perishes from the earth, and he has no name in the street.
• As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
• The day we were married the leftover doves from his days of being a magician hummed little love songs in the attic
• 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
• What I deduced from his reading matter
• 'twas the telltale tink-tock of marionettes, he felt certain, that jingle-jangled from behind her shower curtain
• I don't know where he gets his words but I like them
• For one thing, he was sure his granny would never have used smack.
• From each according to his abilities, to each according to his needs
• 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.
• she's the reason the dust i finally leave will be better than the dust i came from
• "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
• When he was five, his father made him murder his imaginary friend.
• As I looked back, he was reveling in his own feces
• Letter from Nicola Sacco to his counsel, August 18, 1924
• why is the great man great? he keeps on running through a world of his own.
• Augie van Smith blushed and wiped chocolate off his lips
• 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
• So he's dressed a little differently and he has a halo-like light above his head.
• He lived in southern California with his tanned, powdered mother
• It's in his name and his clothes and his hands and his lips
• 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.
• The If Footprints Doesnt Knock His Wife Up Pronto The Whole World Will Think He's A Homofag When You Hear This Music Band
• The Man Who Flew Into Space From His Apartment
• 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.
• tiny alien ideas sprout in his brain, like baby incisors erupting from his testicles
• He learned to dance from emus but he learned to love from seraphim
• he looks hurt from behind that eye patch, the choker, the bare chest
• You make a light in the world and you hope someone can still look up from the dust for long enough to see it
• He flops over and bonks his head
• When he was little, he laughed in his sleep.
• He throws his heart down like a gauntlet
• He wakes up everyday, puts an empty gun in his mouth, and pulls the trigger.
• He Had Not Where To Lay His Head
• I kicked the Martian in his otherworldly balls, and he screamed like the solar wind howling through a planetary magnetosphere
• His chocolate stained lips
• 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
• There's a reason why the puss from the warts on my lips smells like garlic. I just don't know it. Yet.
• 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
• He's dead, Jim. You grab his wallet, I'll grab his tricorder.
• Saturday night, the words falling from her lips
• He stretched out his arms but she was not there
• what he carried from here to Okinawa
• He will have the taste of warm ripe fruit in his mouth
• He weaves his words
• He said 'tentacle porn', so I stuck my dick in a toaster and went from there
• It's easier to kick a praying man, because he's on his knees already
• For from dust we were created and to dust we shall return
• His eyes look out at me from people that I meet
• You can only watch as his heart is coaxed from his chest to his sleeve
• She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
• 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
• The dry and exalted noise of the locusts from all the air at once enchants my eardrums
• 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
• Mr. Potato Head Sprouted. He got moldy. Now he's all dried up, but he's still up in the cabinet.
• To America with Love: Letters From The Underground
• Stealing movies from Blockbuster
• Retreat from Kabul
• Invaders From Mars
• The Three Quests that were obtained from Powys
• Conduct towards the Christians from Nero to Constantine VI
• Put That Thing Back Where it Came From or So Help Me
• Deliver us from evil
• From one single idea, everything appeared here
• 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
• 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 Aethelred to Canute
• 1931 European Letter from an MIT Grad, June 30
• anything to mask these crimes from the eye of heaven
• 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.
• Gentle Advice From A (Former) Lawyer
• The most direct path in my soul, is from me to you
• The Thing From Another World
• from the Stone Age to the stars
• Back From the Dead
• What I learned from the Wordmonger's Ball
• Color: from G44 to F#45
• stepping away from the computer, to go camping
• Man From Beara
• Li He
• A man feared that he might find an assassin
• Xiao Sha Lao He!
• Our God, He Is Alive
• I didn't say he ate your dog
• He wishes for the Shoes of Fashion
• Sometimes I think he forgets, and I need this, this night
• he painted with the souls of the living
• He comforted me when he thought I needed it, but never when I really did
• the summer can do little more than feed itself
• A half-man, half-monstertruck ex-CIA vampire must save the world the only way he knows how: with ROCK
• My crush asked if he could kiss me
• How Candide Killed the Brother of His Dear Cunegund
• Pascal on his deathbed
• Kissing a man all over his face
• In the Springtime of His Voodoo
• Tribute by Senator Edward M. Kennedy to his Fallen Brother, Robert
• Cool, you can put a bullet in his head!
• The Biologist's Valediction to His Wife
• His Majesty The King's Guard
• no beer, so Henry orders a double espresso during his parole appointment
• England expects that every man will do his duty
• Dry goods
• His face when she fell
• dry joint
• Synge and the Ireland of his Time: V
• dry cell
• A fool and his money are soon parted
• Dried meals for expeditions
• the grey in his hair had done nothing to tarnish the gleam in his eye
• There is a speck of dust in my eye, honestly
• Maybe his name is a killing word
• House of Dust -- Part III -- I
• Angels in Dust
• Echo Round His Bones
• Smart dust
• katlyn lick my box (user)
• Theme from Shaft
• voices to voices,lip to lip
• lip ring
• Cleft lip
• A Letter from Grant Richards to James Joyce, May 1, 1906
• Escape from Monkey Island
• Talking after breathing in helium from balloons
• F1r3br4nd and the Night Shift from Hell: VII
• Removed from humanity, I realized I was just another distraction
• Extracting pure caffeine from tea
• The Man from U.N.C.L.E.
• Home Thoughts, From Abroad
• All I Know About Science I Learned From Michael Crichton
• Songs from an American Movie, Vol. 1: Learning How to Smile
• The envelope held fingernail parings and a note which read, "There are more where these came from"
• What We Saw from the Ruined House
• Letter from Town: On a Grey Morning in March
• Tales from an ex fat chick
• The Man From Another Place
• A diversion from death's protocol
• What I learned from fingertips under the table
• Where the water for the flood could have come from
• Music From FFV and FFVI Video Games
• Killer vegetables and the farts from Hell
• Magic smoke from fingertips
• A Visit From St. Jude
• Letter from Seiji Koga to Kazuo Kubota, dated 1806
• Happy Birthday From Planet Motherfucker
• Of the Sword that Sigmund, Volsung's son, drew from the Branstock
• Bizarre Scenes From Martha's Kitchen
• Aromatherapy from ancient times
• Harvey Mudd College Honor Code: Cases From the 80's
• African American and Native American discrimination from 1864 to 1954
• Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?
• 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
• Sexual Abuse From A Victim
• Songs From The Big Chair
• A messenger from a terrible future beyond the moon
• Soldier from the wars returning
• Everything I learned in life, I learned from Buddhist drunks
• dear john: from the goddess of the forest
• We've come from too far away, I think, to really make much contact.
• Gamma Knife from the inside

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