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Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
She was too beautiful to be human
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
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.
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She didn't write like Emily Dickinson, but she did live in a house overlooking a cemetery, and I guess he thought that was important.
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
Once upon a time there was an ocean but now there is a mountain range.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She might not need me. But then again she might.
She was free
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
She Spoke to the Dead
the fire burned and burned; it was so great and now so much time has passed and the fire is still burning, but it requires attendance
she likes to dance on the edge. it's all she's known and she won't change now
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
"I'm sure your song is beautiful," she laughed
All right. She can fly circles around Uranus, but where's the bathroom?
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
Besides the part where she was the only one
Hours pass, but she still counts the minutes
she lit a fire and now she's in my every thought
But she heard it
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She was never mine. I always shared her.
A language full of words she understands, but does not know the sound of, yet.
She hated the screen porch, but she loved the heat
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She really does want to clap along, but at the same time she doesn't want to let the bird get out.
Oh, no. Look, you've gone and made me optimistic. I was before, but now it is showing.
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
She Spoke in Nothing But Lies
She's smarter than me but she's also more quiet, therefore she has no personality which makes me feel better
Because, perhaps she was cold
She could hit four octaves above high-C, but she never performed in public
she was waylaid by an octopus
She was coming out as he was going in.
Once upon a time there was light in my life, but now there's only love in the dark
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
She said I dreamed like dead men
She is not beautiful
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
she couldn’t go and be beautiful
I was once smaller than a jellybean, but now look at me - I am macroscopic!
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
What the hell was she thinking?
She always was devious in her beauty
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
When she was bad
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
I would have tried, but Charlotte kept Charlotte in the world of Charlotte and she barely heard me
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
I note that she is pretty, but we are off into the city, my werewolf friend and I
Isn't she a little young?
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
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
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
A woman has 30 ways of laughing, but only 1 way in which she cries.
She was so tall, and I was so in love
Susan Goldman, who has cervical cancer, is partly thankful as she braces herself but changes her mind as she's sprayed with burning jet fuel.
She Looks Good, but She Has an Ugly Heart
She knew what she was doing
It's too bad she won't live. But then again, who does?
She is and was
She Was 18, It Was Summer
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
"My God," she said, "I'm beautiful."
She was steady
There is no Goddess but Goddess and She is Your Goddess
There's a sign on the wall. But she wants to be sure. Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
She is a night of dark trees, but he who is not afraid of her darkness will find banks full of roses under her cypresses
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
She was locked in time
Noding for Numbers sure was silly, but it sure is better than Dada Fascism
the dead had risen, and there was nobody to pump gas
For 5 minutes precisely, I thought I was dead
(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 girls had gone wild and now my dad's cock was missing
It was a dream. But it wasn't a dream.
The serpent was in the garden again, but there weren't any apples left in the tree, so I figured things were cool.
The universe was cold and dead and all the best aspects of humanity and its appreciation of the world were stored in electronic boxes
That Was Then, This is Now
for a long time i was afraid i would forget; now i'm afraid i might not
It's Raining Now and Stephen Is Dead
The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel
but fuck, it was Sunday and the church bells hadn't even called the faithful
A long time ago, under the shady tree in my yard, I was dead
The Box Said 'Do NOT Open" But The Seal Was Already Broken
there was at that moment no one more rightful dead than that unknown and faceless man
Django Reinhardt was dead already
But what's stopping me from staring at the stars now?
Now that was a scary ending
You wouldn't know it, but I think you're achingly beautiful
This is the time. The time was now. And now is then. This was the time.
Now it was personal
When the Space Shuttle Columbia was destroyed on re-entry, I felt a deep sorrow that Cowboy Bebop was now implausible
Music was better in the old days
I was pretty sure that wasn't how slasher films were supposed to end, but you won't see me complaining.
Someone has writer's block but I don't know if I'm him right now
/but what was the question?
The train that came to me in the dream was already a dead train
A Young Dead Woman
And Thou Art Dead, As Young and Fair
it won't kill you to breathe it in, but it may change you, years from now
Iris Murdoch is dead. Hold my hand. It's your turn now.
Please say it's not too late now that I'm dead and gone
Freud was wrong. Freud is dead. That is all.
Beautiful, but wrong
I wish I was dead
in the morning it was almost too dead center
It wasn't until later, when I was washing the blood off my hands, I even knew they were dead
i thought i was special, but it was you
the warmth of the dead fire is in us, now
This was then, and now I can't even find your grave
I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now
I was the center of gravity of Chicago for one beautiful Saturday
I was supposed to be dead when this picture was taken
About the state of a young woman's teeth now
What was once well planned in a mad girls mind, and is now quickly becoming a last minute nodermeet
I used to think of sobriety as a purgatory, and that to be under the influence of drugs was relief from it. Now that I'm older I believe the opposite to be true.
I was wrong as a child, to think old people were stupid for asking me where the day had gone. Now I understand... we older people do not live.
If I was beautiful like you
we went to the stars, but all we found was ourselves
That man has writer's block but I don't know if I'm him right now
Not very sterile, but better than dead
I'm the only person who'd ever told him to his face he was beautiful.
I thought he was a man but he was just a little boy
The dead eat it always, but the living who eat it die slowly
My brother is still dead... and now I have his car...
Butterflies are passive aggressive and put their problems on the shelf, but they're beautiful
Necromancers really lift your spirits, but the dead can bring you down
one was giving me the eye but nothing came of it

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