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• our moonlight is silverfish swimming for sun-bred children. they dive off the porch, shirtless, bronze throats smiling with newborn gills.
• Let's just turn our children into burbling idiots
• Our children will laugh at the names of our over-the-counter medicines
• They bombed our chip shops!
• We don't inherit the World, we borrow it from our children
• We left our dead where they lay and the sand preserved them
• My fingers find the well-loved throat they seek
• Due to the Incompetence of our novice author, our heroine, cahla, finds herself in the wilds of Djibouti; there is no denouement in sight, but the moonlight is pretty.
• I know them by the trucks they drive, the names they call each other, the tattoos on hot, shirtless days, the music they blast after lunch, to get through the rest of the day.
• Words are the mirrors of our discontents merely; they contain all the huge unhatched eggs of the world's sorrows.
• They killed our Lord
• the stars would weep if they knew of our existence
• Our hearts were hard, but they were warm
• Children who are born blind still smile when they are happy
• Children are people readers and they know when you are fiction
• They were getting into riot gear as we sipped our wine
• Bronze Age Collapse
• Children of the Light
• Songs to Aging Children Come
• Foreign Children
• so that all her children will be adventurers in light
• Special needs for special children
• Expecting other people's children to make the sacrifice
• Children's Temperance Magazine
• There are women and tender children where those shells fall, but war is war.
• Gaping Gill
• Windows left open not for the breeze, for moonlight
• Newborn (user)
• Of our Methods of Recognizing one another
• One Man Army
• 'Twas people! People soiled our green!
• Our little girl Susan is a most admirable slut, and pleases us mightily
• Society loves to dichotomize every aspect of our daily life
• Levana and Our Ladies of Sorrow
• Grichka et son ours
• Our Friends From Frolix 8
• The land of our fathers, stolen before we knew it was our own
• Please pardon our façade
• Our Property; Our Rules
• 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.
• swimming
• Swimming in spacetime
• The Five Little Peppers and How They Grew
• They Live
• Scientist hits head on curb joke
• They might not need me - yet they might -
• Things you give people that they keep
• You stole what they would have given you
• They Shoot Horses, Don't They?
• Keeping beer cold in the Old West
• The Enigmatic Head of They Might Be Giants
• They will run away and leave us forlorn and empty
• We all know what beautiful eyes are like, what they do to you.
• Most men will not swim before they are able to
• I like my breasts the way they are
• The Saudis were terrified that someone was going to be a better Muslim than they were
• thoughts and ideas ought to be convoluted, because the things and people that they represent are equally so
• I am reading the wall. They are wall-words.
• Black Throated Wind
• keep out of reach of children
• The Children's Story... (but not just for children)
• The Boxcar Children
• The Torture of Children -- The World's Secret Shame
• Children of Israel
• Children and Dogs
• Children of Paradise
• Children's Memorial Hospital
• We'd all be better off if shaking hands were making love, and children were found in the cabbage patch.
• Why do children have to die?
• Like toys for overgrown children
• Swan Dive
• Gills just barely wet
• Moonlight mile
• Time has imprisoned us in the order of our years
• Our work and why we do it
• Our Lady of Mount Carmel
• thefez: our global nightmare
• We are the People Our Parents Warned Us About
• AI should be our top priority.
• A Safe Stronghold Our God is Still
• Our Way
• This Is Our Youth
• Our Man In Iowa
• Homes for Our Troops
• When you understand the reasons why, you'll still hate our guts
• The Cult of the Amateur: How Today's Internet is Killing Our Culture
• The Wind in Our Teeth
• Our calendars have no meaning
• front porch
• happy smiling enlightened recluse
• synchronized swimming
• Candide and Martin Touch upon the English Coast -- What They See There
• But what are they really thinking?
• I thought ALL women looked for a wedding ring when they talked to ANY man
• They don't touch me the same way
• They Buried the American Dream Today
• What They Did to Princess Paragon
• Using "they" in the singular
• They die obscurely under assumed names
• First They Took Away Napster
• Beliefs become religious when they become self-referential
• While they were revolting, we grew nostalgic
• They Were Wrong, So We Drowned
• they gather between lifetimes where the water shines
• They don't know what I've done
• they won't soon disremember
• throat
• Prescription Medications: the ear, nose and throat
• Shadows in Bronze
• Children For Sale
• Five Children and It
• Prospero's Children
• Stop Children
• Suffer Little Children
• Why children should learn martial arts
• Children of the Corny: A Nodermeet Out on the Prairie
• We are the children of the sun.
• Children of the Corny 6: INTO THE WOODS!
• dive (user)
• Beethoven Piano Sonata No. 14, Moonlight
• the world will be remade in our image
• We must increase our bust!
• We only use 10% of our brain
• We are all sitting on our asses, simultaneously staring blankly at computer screens all over the world
• Our Share of Night to Bear
• All Creatures of Our God and King
• Our Way To Fall
• Maybe when we drown the fish will be our friends
• geniuses in our own time
• There and Back Again: Eating Our Way from Bag End to the Grey Havens, A Hobbit's Tale
• Our souls are growing coarse. We must do something.
• we can push our own buttons like adolescent gods
• He made a felon of himself and ended up a box in our spare room.
• somewhere, someone is printing copies of our nodes and binding them in an enormous book
• Home Run Porch
• A smiling statue
• masters swimming
• play dumb
• First They Came
• Tell your kids things that they shouldn't know about
• they only gave me trouble anyways
• They Say That Hope is Happiness
• A Candy Colored Clown They Call The Sandman
• They try to be quiet but you know they are there with their weird coppery breath.
• Where do they go? (The words unsaid)
• they threw us all in a trench and stuck a monument on top
• Things never were what they used to be
• if they forget me, I just might disappear
• They mean to eat the blancmange
• Things they don't teach you at law school but really ought to
• They hate me because I'm beautiful
• Horses: do they love us back?
• throat leech
• Children's moon
• S-E-X in front of the C-H-I-L-D-R-E-N
• How to get the attention of unruly school children
• Children of Don
• slow children
• Creepy Susie and Thirteen Other Tragic Tales for Troubled Children
• Children of Acid
• Teaching, Children, & the Golden Rule
• Dives
• Vince Gill
• Serious Moonlight
• Haemolytic disease of the newborn
• -our
• 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

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