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• Kitty interrupts his murky float with the nail gun splash of her stiletto song
• The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
• His 'N' Hers
• As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
• river, in all his innocent beauty and home in hers
• At her mirror, his muse
• His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
• Her hips made waves against his shore
• All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
• His and Her Circumstances
• Michael Moved Out to Live with His Bitch & Her Dog
• Neko Case and Her Boyfriends
• Making her presence known (Part 3)
• watching her dance
• Don't tell her she's beautiful
• Every beautiful woman has someone who is tired of her
• Reply (Crumpled on Her Desk)
• Ozma and Her Friends
• Ask her if she's got an answer
• We can meet her for you wholesale: a dreaming girl's singularity
• She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
• Catwoman: Her Sister's Keeper
• Her Space Holiday
• Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
• I don't owe you sympathy. You owed it to her.
• Sending her a Parasympathy card
• he doesn't know, but her eyes widen too far
• her persistent aura of entitlement
• A Boy and His Dog
• How The Rhinoceros Got His Skin
• i like his madness
• A dude with an elbow for an ear and an eye stuck on his ass cheek
• Tribute by Senator Edward M. Kennedy to his Fallen Brother, Robert
• Reigns Of Tacitus, Probus, Carus And His Sons IV
• The Pilgrim's Progress: Part I: The Arbor, Mistrust and Timorous, Misses his roll
• Intrepid Traveller and His Band of Merry Pranksters Look for A Cool Place: episode 2
• The Thief and his Master
• How Helgi, the son of Sigmund, won King Hodbrod and his Realm, and wedded Sigurn
• Stuart Saves His Family
• Synge and the Ireland of His Time
• why is the great man great? he keeps on running through a world of his own.
• His Eyes Are On The Sparrow
• No one will ever love Adam for his honesty. It's just not there
• 101 Reasons footprints should knock his wife up
• The Lark Burying Her Father
• putting on her makeup
• Her name was Natalie
• What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
• Uh, are you looking at my joystick to impress her, or are you just an asshole?
• after her, I took my coffee black
• You want to reassure her, but you don't know where to start
• Sheila and her Dog
• By Appointment to Her Majesty The Queen
• Even the moon likes to change her colors
• I seduced her with late night laboratory thunder!
• She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
• The waitress unbuttoned her reticence slowly
• her eyes were brimming with souls
• upriver, the only way for her dreams to go
• Elusive, her favourite perfume
• Wouldn't it be nice if I could forget her
• too big for his britches
• Johnny Got His Gun
• And then I broke his nose
• His Flames Are Joys
• He flops over and bonks his head
• You Should Never Have Asked Him About His Job!
• How Quetzalcoatl Got His Groove Back
• Robert E. Lee and his lieutenants
• His Divine Shadow
• I like to imagine that Bond's firing the tank shells out of his mouth
• The map of his purpose
• Synge and the Ireland of his Time: XI
• Rejuvenation and Unveiled Hidden Phenix: Carlos Castaneda Shamanism Plus a After His Death
• His Mine_root (category)
• Captain Subtext and his truth helmet
• a total loss of control over her life
• A woman and her Cock
• The Saran Wrap Dominatrix and Her Cellophane Bondage Slave
• Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her
• Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
• The world is her sketchbook
• I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
• when I touch her I hope it's you that smiles
• Telling Anna you love her the first time
• Her name is Rebecca
• Give Her To The Monsters
• The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
• It clings to her like dedication in the rain
• I see drops of her everywhere
• her today and gone tomorrow
• Every time that I tell her that I love her, I can taste my own hypocrisy
• Kill Her Softly
• as the red star rises, blood and carnage and her slow ascent follows
• Spider-Man and his Amazing Friends
• The Bishop Orders His Tomb at Saint Praxed's Church
• I saw his round mouth's crimson
• Requiem for What's His Name
• Blind man tying his shoes
• A meditation for his mistress
• God comments his code, you should too
• Everywhere and His Nasty Parlour Tricks
• How King Siggeir wedded Signy, and bade King Volsung and his son to Gothland
• The Pig and His Way of Life
• How Lucifer lost his superuser privileges
• I'm the only person who'd ever told him to his face he was beautiful.
• his attempt to flatter me and his failure to do just that
• Does Barry Manilow know that you raid his wardrobe?
• God is playing marbles with his planets and his stars
• Her braid; I obeyed
• Ribbed for her pleasure
• What do I call her?
• Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
• I can't tell the girl I love that I love her
• Herr Geist (user)
• Anyone could know just by watching her silent moves
• I kissed her in the hair
• A Woman of Her Tribe
• Maid Marian and Her Merry Men
• I do not ask for her secret.
• She always was devious in her beauty
• The Madame Retrieves That Which is Hers
• What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, that he should weep for her?
• Bai Her 1 (user)
• 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
• A rope to hang her, mother, a rope to hang her
• in her other life
• His Name Is Alive
• To His Coy Mistress
• Then I poked him in his sunburn
• I don't know where he gets his words but I like them
• His Fraudulency
• Lord Snooty and His Pals
• Jas. Mathus and his Knock-Down Society Play Songs for Rosetta
• How Eulenspiegel had his horse shod with silver and gold
• The Old Man and his Grandson
• his whole life, like a thundercloud, out in front of him
• Karl Marx and his world view
• Synge and the Ireland of his Time: Preface
• The weary Titan staggers under the too vast orb of his fate.
• A father to his teenage son
• left everything on his desk and walked out into the bright sunlight
• Cap'n Alex and His Wriggling Writers
• The Woman and Her Hen
• I daydream of her
• Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
• I don't like her because she won't like me
• How Ozma Refused to Fight for Her Kingdom
• Nice Legs, Shame About Her Face
• forget her (user)
• You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
• Most of the men were disillusioned long before they met her
• I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
• How He Didn't Understand Her Whichever
• September is hers
• The one the queen keeps her eye on
• In Her Shoes
• A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
• If You See Her, Say Hello
• Now she's in my doorway, accusing me with her soft breasts and long legs, strong hips.
• That week with her was like drinking bubbles
• The Ass and His Masters
• Von Kempelen and his Discovery
• The Colour Of His Voice
• And in His Brave Court
• EDB reads his Message Inbox
• an Aztec father advises his son
• He stretched out his arms but she was not there
• His Majesty The King's Guard
• Johnny Clueless was there, with his Simulated Wood-Grain
• Of Sigurd's avenging of Sigmund his father
• A fool's right to his tools of rage
• Synge and the Ireland of his Time: X
• He who does not forget his first love will not recognize his last
• I was floating in the ocean of his eyes.
• John McCain is like Popeye the Sailor-Man, which makes Olive Oyl his battered wife
• Rosy Palm and her five daughters
• Lady Daibu And Her Lover
• Since I left her
• Her Headlights Illuminated a Death
• One day I wrote her name upon the strand
• standing off to the side of the lobby, watching the hostess adjust her hair
• I fell in love with her first
• thinking about her
• Bernice Bobs Her Hair I
• So her hat does not blow away
• Her Violet Eyes
• spade-struck embers spark and flare the smoke what snarls up in her hair
• Hands cupped into a half circle, he bent foward to help her catch a light
• Ruth holding up time with her beauty
• She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
• her face forms in summertime
• When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.

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