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I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
Life had been an opportunity lost
My entire life I have been composing my death poem
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
she had already found her party
What if I had never met you? How much the poorer would my life have been.
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
I have been enslaved to imaginary Berlins my whole life. (dream) mp3 (recording)
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She had the most wonderful grin in the world
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
If I Had My Life To Live Over
At night, her eyes closed, she would
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
Some of Us Had Been Threatening Our Friend Colby
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
And then, she expressed frustration with life in general
She always confused her greys with white.
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
she had mood ring eyes
and then, one morning, I realised I had been an adult for a while
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
Empty at last she had room to unfurl
I've been living my life half asleep
She asked me to read her a poem
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She keeps her lies everywhere
"Describe life in two words" she said. "Survival test" he replied.
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
You couldn't fool your mother on the foolingest day of your life even if you had an electrified fooling machine!
She had never kissed someone so old.
She hit me like thunder, and I had to lie down until I could breathe again
before the internet when teen had REAL relationship the boy could look at the girl and judge the diameter of her thorax with his feelers and determine whether the mating ritual could commence but NO MORE. evil woman use her computer sorcery
So she could feel as if she had danced
My life's got rags, my life's got riches. They've all been mixed together for so long it's hard to tell them apart.
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
This is a story I wish I had been able to write. Hope you like it.
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender.
She practices her speech
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
My one regret as of yet is that my life has been utterly tolerable
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
She touched my life for a second and made everything peach-scented
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
Have you ever been so excited about your life that it makes you almost want to cry?
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
If your life had an accompanying musical score
As if we had been sitting next to each other for years
My life has suddenly been decided for me
Milk left on the counter overnight turned sour. She had turned as well.
My Life had stood -- a Loaded Gun --
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
How many a dispute could have been deflated into a single paragraph if the disputants had dared to define their terms.
He had a life before he met you, you know
She Had to Be Sure
It would have been an excellent story but I had to get off the train
The Little Girl that Had Been Dead for a Hundred Years
But if life were only moments, then you'd never know you had one
I have not been entirely truthful with you. I did gagoogidy that girl. I gashmoygadied her gaflavity with my googus.
They had been expecting me
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She thought about giving him her heart
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
She always was devious in her beauty
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
I don't like her because she won't like me
The real horror was not what had been redacted, but the reasons why.
She Will Have Her Way
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
in her other life
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
Susan Goldman, who has cervical cancer, is partly thankful as she braces herself but changes her mind as she's sprayed with burning jet fuel.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
she lit her thumb on fire
She knows no truth except her own.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
she gave her heart to a falling star
She is a night of dark trees, but he who is not afraid of her darkness will find banks full of roses under her cypresses
It's been a night shift of a life for us all.
Your success in life has been predetermined from birth
Things that have never been said in the entire history of man
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
she may hold life
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
I had been hungry all the years
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
unfortunately, his entire corpus was composed in English, and so has been lost to the ravages of time
And only those who had been there knew the whole truth.
If you're not sure whether or not you've been had, then you've already been had.
What if Heraclides had never been born?
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
Her Body Had Knots and Hollows
This entire place is digging a grave for her
She had eyes like the Blue Screen of Death
She had fingernails that shined like justice
The walls she had built around herself cracked and crumbled
She bought a new smile every week when we first started seeing each other. Then I had to buy them.
What is Heraclides had never been born?
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
She had a 10 million candlepower smile
I wish I had been told what Schrödinger really meant
All the things she had at one point wanted to be
She had incongruity for breakfast because she felt like it
They had left, but her mascara kept running
Her lack of response opened a gate through which my mind started to wander, into a wilderness where the shadows all had teeth...
had Orpheus been a gentleman
All the people looking like they've been run through the life sucking machine. Twice.
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
How long have you been in love with her?
She flies with her own wings
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
So couch, I hear you've been sleeping with her
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
Meanwhile, the PILOT, who has been laughing hysterically through the entire sequence, finally loses it. He falls out of his chair and bangs his head against the panel, causing the ship to lose control and crash into a nearby planet
I have been enslaved to imaginary Berlins my whole life.
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
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.
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
And then wings sprouted from the space between my shoulders where my wings had once been
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
serene. She sips her tea
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
every statue in town came to life, but they'd been watching long enough to know better than to ever move
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
Life's a Bitch and I'm Her Pimp
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
The portion of her face she allows me to see
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
a total loss of control over her life
I have gone too far. I have been thinking, this is my life. Well, not yet.
she doesn't write, doesn't tell you stories, but somehow it's her words that spring to mind at those crucial, terrifying moments, and for that you are eternally grateful
If it had been able to, the light would have smiled
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
How many lives could have been saved had we just said "Please" more often?
i kissed her one last time, then walked out of her life forever
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
the way she wears her weary
It's been an hour. I still love her.
I've Been Working on the Railroad
There is no Goddess but Goddess and She is Your Goddess
You have been paroled from participation in the Capitalist Project
Gap analysis of a telephone call

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