Findings:
- He stretched out his arms but she was not there
- Johnny Clueless was there, with his Simulated Wood-Grain
- When he was little, he laughed in his sleep.
- It Was a Lover and His Lass
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- I'm the only person who'd ever told him to his face he was beautiful.
- As I looked back, he was reveling in his own feces
- When he was five, his father made him murder his imaginary friend.
- Your smile was embarrassed. Your fingers were dew-covered. I am still smiling.
- For one thing, he was sure his granny would never have used smack.
- I was floating in the ocean of his eyes.
- Today your little boy is sprouting ten fingers and shedding his tail
- and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down to the ground
- His love was enormous; it cleared rooms that desperately wanted to be full.
- because his heart was heavy, closing, like a tired eyelid
- As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
- He had a prison of brass built in the hole, and then, when it was finished, he locked up his daughter
- His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
- My man was shot for his sheep coat
- bump bump bump my finger down his spine
- Finger picking
- Your fingers staple pine nuts into everything you touch
- She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
- Freddy Got Fingered
- Multiplying on your fingers
- dirty fingers (user)
- The Miller, His Son, and Their Ass
- The Fisherman and His Soul: Part 3
- Yes, I put Nair in his shampoo
- The Old Man and His Big Toe
- A guitar is easy in his hands / so is an airplane / so is a pen
- The monk and his cat
- His Majesty The King's Guard
- Of Sigurd's avenging of Sigmund his father
- I think this boy's cheese has done slid off his cracker
- Synge and the Ireland of his Time: XII
- The Beaver Who Built His Dam from Penises
- Out of his fucking mind
- Bruce to His Men at Bannockburn
- my only pin-up was Pelé
- Was I nearly as anti-consumerism as I had initially thought?
- I'll tell you what kind of guy I was
- The highlight of my night was two girls kissing
- What did people use as incidental music before Moby was invented?
- tonari no shibafu wa aoi
- I couldn't sit, it was Thursday
- If I was a woman I'd be a feminist too
- Was it Heaven? Or Hell?: Chapter III
- My Johnny Was a Shoemaker
- I was hit by a train that doesn't really exist
- Grammatical and syntactic puzzles
- What if architecture was like web design?
- That was the moment
- When she was bad
- You hit the nail on the head and the nail was directly above my heart
- I was a college Jeopardy! champion
- Tribute to the Man Who Never Was (document)
- was ist das?_root (category)
- I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
- Every poem about thunder was written under the protection of a roof, or, at the very least, an empty sky
- She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
- The Firestone dealership was full to the brim with cars. But I reasoned I would need a boat, since my desire was to go to Ireland. Just then a harsh reminder surfaced; water is expensive in hell.
- that was quick (user)
- There was no one waiting for me...
- No one older than twenty-five was stupid enough to take a job here.
- I'll give up printf() when you pry my cold dead fingers from it
- Proof that you have 11 fingers
- The tips of your fingers brush the inside of my memory
- fingers in the ashtray
- his
- How Candide Killed the Brother of His Dear Cunegund
- His Royal Highness
- Darth Everything meets Death who has just knocked on his front door
- How Spider-Man and His Amazing Friends wrecked my love life
- lawnjart spills his guts to the press
- G-8 and his Battle Aces
- Comfort to a Youth that had lost his Love
- Barry Jive and his Uptown Five
- God does all things to magnify His glory
- Johnny Cash with His Hot and Blue Guitar
- The Pig and His Way of Life
- Jesse, at the helm of his own fears
- It's in his name and his clothes and his hands and his lips
- The Man Who Flew Into Space From His Apartment
- He throws his heart down like a gauntlet
- Harry Sells His Soul
- The Walrus was Paul
- There was a young lady of Riga
- That Was Then, This is Now
- Before I was consciously thinking of him, my body was
- I didn't want to know where I was conceived
- When H.A.R.L.I.E. Was One
- She was steady
- In the end it was always a stranger's hand
- Here were the words I was waiting for, without the part I wanted
- Before Time Was
- I was a father for a few days
- Mr. Lunch liked to chase birds. In fact, he was a professional.
- W.A. Thornhump III
- Hiroshima & Nagasaki: Was it justified?
- The demon was just under three feet tall
- The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door.
- When I was young Time had no wings
- And Every One Was a Henry: A Magnificent Maryland Renaissance Oktoberfest E2 Throwdown!
- Who shouted with glee when the colour blue was born?
- Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
- Once upon a time there was an ocean but now there is a mountain range.
- Jesus Was a One Beer Queer
- I never even went to Las Vegas, and all I got was this lousy t-shirt
- Before inertia, there was impetus
- Maxwell was certainly not surprised
- caress
- finger stalk
- Gutei's finger
- How high can you count on your fingers?
- Chicken fingers with honey mustard
- finger four
- His Serene Highness Prince Rainier III
- Nicole Oresme and his Philosophies: An Example of Medieval Scientific Thought
- how Wiener found his way home
- river, in all his innocent beauty and home in hers
- Justin Trudeau's eulogy for his father, Pierre Elliott Trudeau
- The shit that gets carried out in His name
- Reign Of Diocletian And His Three Associates II
- A Portrait of the Artist and His Lover
- Masking as generous love of life his constant torpid violence
- The Devil and his Grandmother
- Captain Video and His Video Rangers
- Kitty interrupts his murky float with the nail gun splash of her stiletto song
- Synge and the Ireland of His Time
- Doctor Pangloss and his Unpublishable Thoughts
- Buddha on his anniversary
- Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
- Laocoön and His Sons
- It was not a weather balloon at Roswell
- Man was created in God's image
- If the King's English was good enough for Jesus
- Concrete, Washington
- I once was a clueless young noder
- Now it was personal
- Well, I was tired of being 24 anyway, so there
- Since I was knee-high to a grasshopper
- No matter where I was, whisps of you haunted my thoughts
- I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
- At least he was gentle
- Where's the kaboom?
- The first time I knew I was different
- If I were a genetic engineer
- There was never supposed to be an Episode 7, 8, or 9
- How America was mapped
- Oh. I was wrong. She's the one. Goodbye.
- Since Hector was a pup
- She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
- Each one was the scene where you hold your breath
- Django Reinhardt was dead already
- There was a man who lived a life of fire
- Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
- The sloe was lost in flower
- why the Cold War was a stupid idea
- The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
- I Dropped Out of School, and All I Got Was This Necklace
- There was silence in my heart, but you found a way to break it.
- finger
- finger painting
- magic middle finger
- Rosy fingered dawn
- Stapling your finger
- Waiter, waiter, there's a fly in my Boiled Human Finger soup.
- The Fisherman and His Nets
- The Fisherman and His Soul: Part 4
- In His Own Image
- his throbbing manhood
- I Saw Gener Cryin' In His Sleep
- She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
- Wearing his fabrics
- King Canute and His Nobles
- Jesus is mowing my lawn while his disciples are sitting down waiting
- The map of his purpose
- Synge and the Ireland of his Time: XI
- His gigantic luminous face trailing cosmic afterimages on the screen
- judge a captain not by his shipwrecks, but by whether or not he blames the sea
- the poet and his beloved
- My new partner has his first tantrum
- I was discovered by scientists, what will they call me?
- Back when grunge was still cool
- They wrote it all in perl but it was mostly system calls
- If I were watched alone, I'd be considered insane
- wa (user)
- I was only following orders
- New Mexico, or was that Oklahoma?
- It was a dangerous, stupid infraction and I deserve the ticket
- Was it Heaven? Or Hell?: Chapter IV
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