Findings:
- You know our love will not fade away
- She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
- Because, perhaps she was cold
- back when our blood was still warm
- Pain and beauty, our constant bedfellows. Young as I was, I understood.
- I'm a cynical bastard because I care so much, dammit
- (because this was always subconsciously the inspiration, even if I did not know it at the time, and I only realised it just now)
- The first and last time I threw away all my secular music
- An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
- I want to give all our smiling-bedroom-eye photographs away to strangers
- This was not my going away party
- because his heart was heavy, closing, like a tired eyelid
- the little friendship that never was
- To a girl who thought she was moving away
- Donald Duck was banned in Finland because he doesn't wear pants
- Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
- No one learned anything, because there was nothing to learn.
- just because it was an accident doesn't mean it'll come back to life
- We find tonight what was hidden beneath our hearts
- I cried when he threw away the paper towel on top of the microwave
- It was the tree that gave him away.
- throw away words we catch in cages where our hearts should be
- I married him because he was not mean
- And then night was here, after a day of measured breathing, and I could forget about breathing because the waiting was done
- My purity was little stickers I willingly gave away in exchange for hearts
- I was less than one hundred footsteps away from you I suppose
- One by one we threw our eyes into the sea
- The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
- The Revolution was Postponed Because of Rain
- The land of our fathers, stolen before we knew it was our own
- go away mat
- Swept Away
- run away
- Eye contact at a distance
- Hide Away Bed and Breakfast Inn
- I'd like it here if I could leave and see you from a long way away
- throw them away; there will be individually-wrapped replacements
- Suffering bastard
- We're gonna find the bastard and "reward" him.
- Just because you both have the same problem does not mean you are one another's solution
- Because: Context is not important. Because: My life is one long series of contexts.
- We love foxes because we killed the wolves
- true friendship
- My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
- 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
- Not In Our Name
- They bombed our chip shops!
- Frankenstein Wastes A Minute Of Our Time
- Our Clouds and a Scar
- This broken jaw of our lost homes
- i construct our fiery demise when the time is right and i take.
- socketes matures during 4 14 years. - reflections upon an obscure Dadaist genius in our midst; or, how I learned to stop worrying and love the troll.
- Death swept down the road and demonstrated the dangers of departmental infighting while the rest of us made our escape
- 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
- Same as it Ever Was
- When I was a kid, I wanted to get tuberculosis
- I was burgled
- When I was five
- Adam really was the first man
- What if architecture was like web design?
- When I Was Born for the 7th Time
- Japanese alphabet
- He Was a Crook
- Gautami was neurosis personified
- The flowers smiled, but she was gone
- I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
- This was my mountain. You call it your valley.
- Somebody told me a story. It was pretty but boring. It was Saturday night, my stories usually end up that way.
- the country was so nice we bombed it twice
- In the end it did not matter. The ocean was still there.
- Galatea was a bookish girl
- The trail of its demise was visible from the surf.
- I wish I was a half of a two
- There was a baby in China
- When I woke up this morning, I thought I was a parallelogram. I still have a sneaking suspicion.
- Nothing Was Beautiful and Everything Hurt
- Go Away
- Drop the hamster and back away from the canary
- Running away
- Choose your words carefully; now throw them away
- George W. Bush is a heartbeat away from the presidency
- Disposing of a refrigerator
- Get Me Away from Here, I'm Dying
- Her heart is in little tiny pieces that are going to blow away.
- Dali knew elephants and monsters that Bukowski never drank away
- Don't let the bastards grind you down
- Spherical bastards
- We don't write poetry because it's cute
- Buying things just because they have cool packaging
- I do it because it hurts, and then even that is over
- Friendship Heights
- 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
- Thank you Mario! But our princess is in another castle!
- Our eyes reflect the light of dead suns
- Kermit's luck guides our puck
- A book that would feed our chats
- Ash Wednesday with the Lord our Father
- The Wind in Our Teeth
- Take Our Daughters and Sons to Work Day
- 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
- When I Was a Lad
- Gnocchi was my undoing
- The day I found out I was a guy
- 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.
- Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
- W.A. Thornhump III
- Everything Was Beautiful and Nothing Hurt
- The demon was just under three feet tall
- Hitler was a Rothschild
- I Wish My Brother George Was Here
- There was a cold day
- Bullet Proof...I Wish I Was
- there was at that moment no one more rightful dead than that unknown and faceless man
- What was once well planned in a mad girls mind, and is now quickly becoming a last minute nodermeet
- In a dream I had, I was on an island in the middle of the ocean.
- the horrible gift was really quite right
- he listened so well, he was still curious.
- Man Was Made to Mourn
- Her hair was seaweed and the Pacific wind sang
- It was men who made breasts into a secret.
- It wasn't so much a trip down memory lane as it was me carjacking someone's memorymobile and speeding off down the freeway, but I digress.
- I put away childish things, like myself
- And then you made the world go away for a little while
- Haul Away Joe
- Home and Away
- Blink, and I will fade away like the mist on the beautiful morning of your birth
- How to get away with murder
- So - you've been making love to me ten thousand miles away - how tantalizing.
- At midnight I will come to steal you away
- tucked away, written in green ink
- Op:l Bastards
- Hobbes's Bastard (user)
- Just because you can make music doesn't mean that you should
- We sing because we must
- I refuse to panic just because she's happy.
- I like to be reminded this city survives because of these machines.
- Sometimes friendships were meant to be destroyed
- There is a true and sincere friendship between you both
- Reform our politics
- Our Rubbish Dreams
- Our Final Goodbye
- Anarchism and Our Times
- We Praise Thee, O God, Our Redeemer
- Our Passive God
- All Our Songs Sound The Same
- Our Lady of Gethsemane monastery
- Our Lady of the Well
- Our tomorrow starts today: one minute to midnight in Iraq
- An American Testament has been written, and our Ten Commandments are as follows
- somewhere, someone is printing copies of our nodes and binding them in an enormous book
- Silence envies all our words
- She threw out all my letters
- Was not cleanly unmounted, check forced
If you Log in you could create a "I threw away our friendship because I was an ungrateful bastard" node. If you don't already have an account, you can register here.