Findings:

• An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
• the magic that was meant to capture the outlaw instead transformed him into a monster
• burning every detail into my fingertips
• Memory is unreliable; it cracks and crumbles and falls into nothing. Power lasts forever.
• I turned Quizro into a Quiet Riot CD, and all I got was this jar of lemon-flavoured pickles.
• we wake up every morning and train to jump into the sun
• I stared into the muddled sky with tears running down my face in small rivers, and I knew then that there was no hope
• throw yourself into a memory as if it were air, as if it will save you
• A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
• It wasn't so much a trip down memory lane as it was me carjacking someone's memorymobile and speeding off down the freeway, but I digress.
• And Every One Was a Henry: A Magnificent Maryland Renaissance Oktoberfest E2 Throwdown!
• Indelibly burned into my memory
• every secret thing was made by some one
• Every molecule in my body was once part of a star
• Jack Was Every Inch a Sailor
• Eat like every meal's a banquet. Drink like every flagon's your last. Fuck like you're going into battle
• Why almost every node was written in the year 2000
• How Gudrun cast herself into the Sea, but was brought ashore again
• Every strong wind one leans into and smiles should bring back a lost toy from childhood
• I was into them after they were hip
• except that church was Episcopal with an ongoing history of bursting into flames
• Every poem about thunder was written under the protection of a roof, or, at the very least, an empty sky
• the river was cool. I wiped off every dangerous, sacred drop.
• I tiptoe back into myself so I can run from what I was
• trying to complete some archaic sub-quest, only to be drawn into some stupid battle every five steps
• every noder was once a normal human
• Every song is its own gunshot. Every play button is a trigger. The barrels are pressed against your mind and memory.
• Tiny sections of time which curl into memories
• It was men who made breasts into a secret.
• Boy, I was sure lucky to be born into the one true faith!
• Welcome back into the river
• calling into the void, is it more frightening to hear a response, or nothing?
• expanded memory
• Visual Memory Unit
• sequential access memory
• Our memory of the moments
• X is a memory hog
• memory is
• The tips of your fingers brush the inside of my memory
• Memory RNA
• Using uninitialized memory
• The memories we leave behind
• Memories: jazz flutes and shopping carts
• More NY memories
• Vancouver, Washington
• Where were you when Kennedy was shot?
• Calvin Coolidge was the 30th President
• Lando was supposed to die
• Jesus was a black man
• My way of showing love was consumption
• It all turned out all right but there was so much pain along the way
• The teachers thought I was insane
• Of Gods and Men: Who Was This Man Called the Christ?
• For a few more precious seconds, the body I was born with was still in one piece
• She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
• 'T Was Such a Little, Little Boat
• I fried myself in The Finnish E2 Get-Together, and all I got was a hippie song stuck in my head
• I was known as the counselor of the naked cabin
• Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
• She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
• He thinks a path and travels the emptiness that was there
• So there I was, naked and hiding, facing the dissertation committee from the Isle of Lesbos
• Each one was the scene where you hold your breath
• I was trying to show him my insides, you know. I like to share.
• the Abayudaya sang, no one was hungry and herds of buffalo roamed the plains
• I was there
• And Pharoah's heart was hardened
• And when she came back she was nobody's wife
• You had to pretend success was fucked
• He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
• The Saudis were terrified that someone was going to be a better Muslim than they were
• By evening I will have returned all traces that I was ever here
• The real horror was not what had been redacted, but the reasons why.
• I didn't have the heart to tell him I was lying about taco night, but at least the hellhound made some friends
• I lived in interesting times, came to the attention of those in power, and found what I was looking for.
• This essay was due a year ago
• Where was that stooped and mealy-coloured old man I used to call poppa when the merry-go-round broke down?
• I thought that what I was taught was true.
• The fashion trade should be burnt to the fucking ground
• There's a sucker born every minute
• There's one born again every minute
• Every shiny fish is floating, floating, and every dark fish is at the bottom, at the bottom of the sea
• Prayer to Every God
• Candlelight is the answer to every question
• every statue in town came to life, but they'd been watching long enough to know better than to ever move
• You eat toffee on toast. You kiss me every morning. I love you.
• Trouble Every Day
• every thing you do tells you something
• Disney Animated Features
• Banknote security features
• New site features: January, 2011 (document)
• Do not go gentle into that good night
• wander off into otherness
• Let's just turn the mainstream public into burbling idiots
• pushing farther into the west
• My withdrawal into myself
• Into Thin Air
• I thought I had some great insight into human nature, but I didn't
• Two Embryos Went Into a Church
• throwing cards into a hat
• Turn a simple LED into a beautiful bass light show
• An Inquiry into the Human Mind on the Principles of Common Sense
• a constant, low wind trembles through him, catching his words and sending them out into the world
• while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
• How to turn your boring job into a promising career
• A race of boys that transform into women and sprout wings
• I whisper into the ears of Fate. Suggestions, taunts; course corrections.
• The perils of your eyelashes torture my libido into a state of crass belief in Roman Catholicism.
• Turning a noder into a walnut
• Write only memory
• Flashbulb Memory
• Earliest Memory
• Selective Memory
• Shared memory
• Mixing Memory and Desire: Ten
• The Memory Palace of the Mind
• Saved to memory
• Shards of memory stirred up by the wind
• reconstructive memory
• fish have long memories
• a memory of last night's storm
• What I wrote when I was missing David
• How Candide Was Obliged to Leave the Fair Cunegund and the Old Woman
• Marilyn Monroe was a size 16
• Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few
• Jesus was Mexican
• Death was a part of me then, too.
• no aru taka wa tsume o kakusu
• The Tale of a Youth who set out to learn what Fear was
• I was meant for this
• I was Christian and all I got was this lousy painting
• I was the center of gravity of Chicago for one beautiful Saturday
• Jesus was a feminist
• I was addicted to parents
• It all burned up in the fire there was nothing left
• The skyline was beautiful on fire
• She grew a little older, while he was telling her
• And in those days was armageddon
• One hour there was sunlight
• I wish I was a fish
• I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas
• I was a helpless agent of causality
• The Epidemic That Never Was
• She was so quiet that nobody heard her
• Five minutes after falling off the cliff, I realized how high it really was
• I have been alone while I was with many girls
• She was so tall, and I was so in love
• i saw the ugliest thing in the world and thought it was neat-o
• Why, Martha, for the longest time there was no railway station in Slough!
• God was a Lost Guest
• the egg was alive before the sperm hit it
• A Woman Who Never Was
• This Was Our Pact
• Those stupid ad execs who make every price end in 99
• Do not watch Fight Club every day for a week
• Nostalgia filled our lungs every time we inhaled
• sketch of a Set Theory proof that every Goodstein's sequence reaches 0
• England expects that every man will do his duty
• Not every boy thrown to the wolves becomes a hero.
• Inside every cynical person, there is a disappointed idealist
• If every pork chop were perfect we wouldn't have hot dogs
• water feature
• Assimilate your goldfish into Everything
• How to turn your Hyundai Excel into a race car
• Kurt Vonnegut books made into movies
• Converting an old laptop LCD screen into a VGA monitor
• Her raised middle finger came into focus
• Look not into the light

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