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She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
She just stares at us like we're crazy
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
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.
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
Besides the part where she was the only one
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She knew what she was doing
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
she likes to dance on the edge. it's all she's known and she won't change now
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
She is like an onion
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
The Jackal: Episode One: A Hero Has Risen, And She Demands Worker's Comp
she can't remember what it's like to be found
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
Just don't let's pretend she followed you home
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
She felt like the word 'shatter'
she gave herself that holocaust haircut. cinnamon colored clippings cover the motel bedspread like sprinkles.
She had incongruity for breakfast because she felt like it
She doesn't like you
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
She just looks at me
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
Like most of my dreams, that one was licensed for commercial use
She was so tall, and I was so in love
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She is lobbing rainbows at me from across the room and I am swallowing them like fear.
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
Don't misunderstand this one, it was like palm against palm through a window
She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
Spinning shapes like a song out of order. In the dark she can see fireflies.
She tasted like whiskey and blood and cemetery dirt.
She Came and Went Like Wind (A Selkie Story)
She wore a bit more makeup than he generally liked
She was steady
She tastes like gingerbread, too.
She writes like the wind moves
She Liked Horses, and Flowers That Smell Pink
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
Dust mop so magic she can not believe how fun it is to clean up after people
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
Because, perhaps she was cold
Can't she just carpool or something?
Just because she's nice to you doesn't mean she wants to fuck you
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
She was free
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
She just appeared out of nowhere
They made the sunrise for people like us just so we have an excuse for why we're still up.
She was too beautiful to be human
The one thing I wanted more than anything was for someone, just once, to tell me they don't know what they'd do without me
That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
when my time is in the past, i hope my heart lays in the grass, and feeds another one who lives like it's all just begun
She had eyes like the Blue Screen of Death
She is like a kaleidoscope, a strange attractor, a superstition
She must be what cocaine is like
The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She couldn't imagine that he liked dancing
She had fingernails that shined like justice
There was just the magic I'd brought and laid there over the years, piled up in the corners like twinkling dust bunnies
She said I dreamed like dead men
She doesn't look like Mother anymore
I would have liked thunder when she left
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
she made them, like fire, expansible over all space
She could run a spiel like nobody's business. She could sell the world and make you wish for more.
That one makes me scream, she said
She hit me like thunder, and I had to lie down until I could breathe again
She said the dance is a prayer. A prayer to toss into the tide all the weight of oblivion and humiliation. This is not a dance for one, fool - where are you?
Mr. Lunch liked to chase birds. In fact, he was a professional.
He and she are one
All the things she had at one point wanted to be
Be a model or just look like one
Often I feel like I am just shouting my observations into a raging storm and no one hears
To a girl who thought she was moving away
What the hell was she thinking?
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
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 was very beautiful. Y'know?
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
When she was bad
She always was devious in her beauty
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She just sat there
By the way, she has a penis; just so you know.
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She is and was
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She was locked in time
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
Jesus was a reactionary reformer, just like Martin Luther in later years.
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
she was waylaid by an octopus
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
She Was 18, It Was Summer
She was coming out as he was going in.
I don't like her because she won't like me
you just hauntin 'round like a shadow now
Just Like the Fambly Cat
I don't know why but I always love episodes without words. like just something about them makes me feel calm or something..
now he just uses one he saw on a grave
Yeah? Well that's just, like, your opinion, man.
i might look like a grown person, but i'm just a tiny confused scientist
ultimately, i just like you. more than anyone.
It was too late by the time the robots came and I couldn't, I just couldn't
Just For One (user)
just like everybody else, we will find a way up.
Dead in California just feels like lonely somewhere else.
Old people just grow lonesome
I just submit to one or two days of horror for going out and playing at being a normal functioning person
watch; some people just want to burn the world.
i like the treetops, cause they're reaching just like me
we can all just be around other people
Looks Just Like the Sun
Just one of the cooks on the Titanic
Death arrived shortly thereafter, but we were both far too busy to bother with one another just yet
corporations aren't just people, they're sociopaths
people who need people are just people who need people
Crazy Is Just Like Anything Else
Just One
That's Just How He Was
Just so we’re all clear, it is okay to miss people who no longer want you in their lives
just like the smooth kindness of your eyes
i wish i felt like teaching today, but i just want to be selfish
Act like you know
we're part of something bigger than any one of us. i just feel lucky to have been chosen.
The small victories are just are valid as the big flashy ones
one thing just tears him down
Just so we’re all clear, it is okay to miss people you no longer want in your life

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