Findings:

• How my Father was excommunicated from the LDS Church
• The calls are coming from inside the house!
• I was less than one hundred footsteps away from you I suppose
• Walking down the motorway, cars coming from behind
• Where I'm From, You'd Think There Was a Tea Party Going On in the Hostess Dumpster
• she was just the dry smell of gasoline
• These people from the other village smell wrong! Kill them!
• The trail of its demise was visible from the surf.
• Which God was cooler, the one from the Old Testament or the one from the New Testament?
• How I was thrown from a car at 45 mph
• collecting on old debts from when mom was a loan shark
• Removed from humanity, I realized I was just another distraction
• She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
• I was shaking, but not from the cold
• I Was Kidnapped By Lesbian Pirates from Outer Space
• Making an F-16 from a cereal box, some Scotch tape, and a penny
• I hate coming back from the bathroom with a wet ring
• I tiptoe back into myself so I can run from what I was
• Finding the origin of a Hotmail message
• getting a box from my local library
• She was coming out as he was going in.
• There's a reason why the puss from the warts on my lips smells like garlic. I just don't know it. Yet.
• So there I was, naked and hiding, facing the dissertation committee from the Isle of Lesbos
• all i ever learned from love was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
• Bast watched me from the litter box
• There once was a man from St. Paul
• wine from a box
• It was daylight when you looked up from your ditch
• Amakuni once drew an old sword of his from a box, suddenly overjoyed by something he had cast aside.
• from leptocephali to glass eels to elver eels, coming to America
• Fruit cut from the vine, forgot and left to rot, long before it was time
• Poems from a box of tea
• 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.
• One big happy random assortment of truckstop trinkets
• out of the box
• Crazy? I was crazy once.
• Big Yellow Box
• I was the worst lay you ever had
• make an analog echo box
• Jesus was a Gay Black Hippie Jew
• Life isn't a box of raisins
• Charles Bridgeman
• GC box
• His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
• MXR M-80 Bass DI Box
• God was creepier than I expected so I took it out on the little people
• Yes, I am helloing into a box. There is an echo.
• the little friendship that never was
• This is the story of how I was killed in Peru
• coming together
• It was crippled, it was heart-felt. The latter invariably trumps the former
• The Russians Are Coming
• If I was the ocean, what would you be to me?
• The population bottleneck, supervolcanoes and the coming end of the world
• There Was No Leak
• i need to stop coming to work on acid
• It doesn't matter whether Hitler was an Atheist or a Christian
• Argument from Non-Belief
• When I was very young, I knew that the world was made of honey.
• freedom from suffering
• Ads from the back page of the Village Voice
• Petey Piper was a viper
• Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus
• she was waylaid by an octopus
• Highlights from Star Trek's "Starfleet Ship Design Manual" (chapter 7, "Designing the bridge")
• how to protect yourself from date rape drugs
• Jones saw forest, saw nothing for it, was a little telephone apology
• Resignation from Adulthood
• Why do all the pretty things always run away from me?
• Songs From the Victorious City
• DMV Driving Permit Test
• Final Comments from Judge Parker to Wen Ho Lee, part two
• Excerpts from a letter to President Pierce from Chief Seattle
• Excerpt from the second post-election telephone exchange between Bush and Gore
• Get two quarters from a soda machine using a dollar and smaller change
• Lessons from the geese
• Messages From Andromeda : The Taste of Copper Wires
• Removing a cat from your bed
• The Adventures of Tom Bombadil and other verses from The Red Book
• A letter from Ezra Pound to James Joyce
• The people from work table
• Profiteering from the euro changeover
• Killer vegetables and the farts from Hell
• From Clee to heaven the beacon burns
• Doctor from Lhasa
• Getting a site banned from Google
• Lessons From the Past
• Spring's a girl from the streets at night
• Report from an office that is sinking
• Very Far Away from Anywhere Else
• famous sea chanties from the asphalt triangle (document)
• An American in Tours
• 19 CE Expulsion from Rome
• Anything looks peaceful from 1,363 feet
• From the Earth to the Moon: 8: History of the Cannon
• if you haven't learned your lesson from reading this, you can only learn it the hard way
• Sexual Abuse From A Victim
• Songs From The Big Chair
• A messenger from a terrible future beyond the moon
• Not from the head
• Escape from Kathmandu
• Finding yourself flung far from your everyday self
• A Gift from a Flower to a Garden
• What I learned from my first Mad as Hell Doctors week
• the man from uncle (user)
• The Fruit From Beyond
• Excerpts from Louis Mackall's Diary
• Hire a Mariachi Band from Aguas Calientes
• The smell of rain
• The smell of three red roses
• The smell of old money in new hands
• Music was better in the old days
• Theories as to what was inside the briefcase in Pulp Fiction
• The Story of the Envious Man and of Him Who Was Envied
• The train station was fucking freezing and
• People wouldn't fall in love so often if it were more clearly marked
• I don't know what he was listening for, but he wasn't listening
• Since Adam was a boy
• Where there was fire I brought the gasoline
• I came, I saw and was undone
• That Was The Year That Was
• She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
• There once was a girl named Irene
• Olympia, Washington
• Pouncet box
• I was a nice guy once
• Bertrand's Box Paradox
• juice box
• It was a pauper's laugh. It was what I could afford.
• IDIOT -- 10 minutes in the Penalty Box!
• I stared into the muddled sky with tears running down my face in small rivers, and I knew then that there was no hope
• Don Box
• Creative Nomad Jukebox Zen
• Menelli box
• Was There a Time
• beige box
• The beginning was the end
• Corporate box
• Cain was the first technologist
• foley box
• I choose to believe what I was programmed to believe!
• The Orange Box
• I was burned and bleeding, but the galaxy still spun on
• This was the shinest golden dollar I would ever see in my life and I was not about to tarnish it.
• Coming Home
• Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
• more sure of all I thought was true
• Coming Up Rosie
• Why almost every node was written in the year 2000
• When I Was A Baby
• The Creature from the Black Lagoon
• Awful Green Things from Outer Space
• From Hell
• Sal Allahu Allahi Wa Salam
• Erich Fromm
• 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
• Magma is the blood that spews from the earth
• LPPR: Remembering the dead from the war on drugs
• I met a girl in the garden who was doomed to die the next day.
• A survival guide for the professionally outraged - constructing umbrage from common household items
• Freedom of religion is not freedom from religion
• Working from home
• Why I ran away from home
• Tape from California
• Slipping away from myself
• The dwarves from Chrono Cross are a bunch of assholes
• Getting slapped in the nuts from behind
• Argument from the Holy Book
• His eyes look out at me from people that I meet
• dilemma from Baldur's Gate II
• The world from a Vespa
• Cleo from 5 to 7
• A month from a skylark, a half from a finch, a little from a wagtail and not a day from a swallow
• Kids from the short bus
• Getting from A to B
• Re-programming a Cisco 67x from Debug Mode
• Your success in life has been predetermined from birth
• Freedom is under threat from guns, abortions and children's television
• First letter from Seiji Koga to Yashuma Neiboku, dated 1810
• Love forsakes us from time to time, and we forsake love.

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