Findings:

• She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
• Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
• That week with her was like drinking bubbles
• somewhere her voice in the night whispering leaves
• I felt I was part of something, like a voice in a crowd or an island in a sea
• All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
• I don't like her because she won't like me
• You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
• Love is like racing across the frozen tundra on a snowmobile which flips over, trapping you underneath. At night, the ice-weasels come.
• With him it was always like
• I like the sound of my own voice
• like voices chiming between layers
• Calling her number and having a male voice answer
• The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
• She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
• She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
• John 3:16 was said to one man, at night
• She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
• Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
• Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
• My friend is dating someone who likes him far more than he likes her
• Her Voice
• I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
• The sound was starting to get stuck in my head like "It's a Small World"
• It was a dark and stormy night
• The highlight of my night was two guys kissing
• Saturday night, the words falling from her lips
• I Saw Her Again Last Night
• little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
• waiting for his arms to fold like wings around her
• Shimmer over bridges like the river was a dream
• Trying to catch one clear promise out of the jittery confused language the night was whispering
• Somebody told me a story. It was pretty but boring. It was Saturday night, my stories usually end up that way.
• The colors flow through her like a rainbow
• Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
• The highlight of my night was two girls kissing
• It was a Dork and Starmly Night
• They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
• Fuck and please her like never before with the Stimulator!
• At night, her eyes closed, she would
• Most adults forget what it was like to be a child once they hit a certain age
• let us not lift our voices and speak like we are little girls
• And then night was here, after a day of measured breathing, and I could forget about breathing because the waiting was done
• She was so quiet that nobody heard her
• Two of them. Hovering there like bloated gas giants in the heavens. Good God, it was beautiful.
• it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
• I got a girl in the war, Paul, her eyes are like champagne
• I ate her love like a nine-piece bucket of chicken
• How would you like it if they took your subculture and made it a theme night?
• Jesus was a reactionary reformer, just like Martin Luther in later years.
• An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
• sunset rainwater turns her sidewalk chalk-art into a sherbert delight; a surprise gift from chaos that tumbles her like tinkling bells onto the wet grass
• Not her voice, but the way her voice changes,
• 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.
• I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
• I was expecting it to hurt like a fuck
• Looks like 1984 was only n years off
• What seemed like tenderness was really weakness
• We like to stay up late at night
• I was sure it was her
• When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
• like a virgin on prom night
• Mr. Lunch liked to chase birds. In fact, he was a professional.
• I was raised on red pepper and blood. I am so hot if you strike me I will light like a match.
• seizing on a Nugget of Truth and wielding it like it was a club
• So I was drinking with the son of Man the other night, and...
• 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.
• I didn't have the heart to tell him I was lying about taco night, but at least the hellhound made some friends
• His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
• Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
• Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
• I do not like the sky night or day and keep my eyes on the yellow lines heading under the car
• Don't misunderstand this one, it was like palm against palm through a window
• My skin felt like I was falling
• Her hair was seaweed and the Pacific wind sang
• It wasn't like I was sleeping anyway
• Like most of my dreams, that one was licensed for commercial use
• I don't remember what life was like when I was seven. I like the taste of air. What should I do?
• What if architecture was like web design?
• And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity
• I feel like I don't know her for a moment. It passes.
• My heart is like a bird in the wounded night
• a voice like pebbles being shoved through a harmonica
• She wears her failed relationships like a shield
• The night a princess was captured
• Walking down the street at night, buzzing like a transformer
• There was this one great night at Alice's house,
• All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
• Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
• I like it when I dream of her. It's the only time we get to talk.
• I told her the driftwood looked like Spain
• surrounded by stars, her dark hair blending into the fabric of the night sky
• She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
• What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
• I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
• All he left her was alone
• When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
• I was trying to show him my insides, you know. I like to share.
• Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
• her ardent eyebrows are charcoal scimitars taut above eyes that breeze like open windows
• When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
• All it said was clump and scratch, and it only said those very late at night.
• She grew a little older, while he was telling her
• If I was beautiful like you
• Once when I got like this I thought I was building a boat
• We have divided among us, like thieves, the treasure of nights and days.
• Napster was like the lamp with the wrong pricetag
• Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
• The night when I felt like speaking my mind
• The night your father was stabbed in the back room of a convenience store. No mercy.
• I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
• She was never mine. I always shared her.
• A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
• because his heart was heavy, closing, like a tired eyelid
• dreams that come sporadically in the night like Viking longships to burn you to the ground and steal your rationality
• If my heart was a computer, that night reformatted my hard drive
• It clings to her like dedication in the rain
• She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
• Morning was like an ex-wife's bruises
• My first and last attempt at a one night stand was raided by the police
• She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
• Three guys whose voices are like clear glass
• On nights Like This
• 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.
• Her name was Natalie
• Even the moon likes to change her colors
• I seduced her with late night laboratory thunder!
• For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
• The night was alive, and so was I
• I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
• The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
• I got the feeling the Fairy Council was mad at me when the president knocked over her coffee to get a better grip on my neck
• 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 always was devious in her beauty
• She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
• like ships in the night
• I would love for you to come to me with Christmas lights around your head, late night like a ghost
• He was like the bottle of Champagne Krug
• late night phone calls
• Hockey Night in Canada Theme
• F1r3br4nd and the Night Shift from Hell: Epilogue
• Thoughts on a beer run into the Quarter on a Saturday night
• The Message of King Sakis and the Legend of the Twelve Dreams He Had in One Night
• How to stay up all night if you've been up all day
• The Night Gallery
• Forbear dark night, my joys now bud again
• Identifying radiation spills with zinc sulfide and night vision goggles
• Rite of Saturday Night
• The Night is Darkening Round Me
• In drear nighted December
• Spring's a girl from the streets at night
• Eight Crazy Nights
• I set the alarm clock anyway, knowing I would be up all night
• The Sandman: Endless Nights
• Night on Bald Mountain
• Beacon, New York
• Gothic II: Night of the Raven
• The Lark Burying Her Father
• For girls who grow plump in the night
• I daydream of her
• Sing me songs of nights to come
• Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
• White-Knuckle Nights: A Lurid Beginning to an Ominous Journey
• This is not goodbye, this is good night
• How Ozma Refused to Fight for Her Kingdom
• Nice Legs, Shame About Her Face
• forget her (user)
• Poker Night at the Inventory 2
• Most of the men were disillusioned long before they met her
• I don't think she even knows that I make her smile

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