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She was so pleased to learn that she was right
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
The right thing to do
She keeps her lies everywhere
All right, I'm God now. How do I get out of this mess?
She always was devious in her beauty
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
Do it right bitch
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
please forgive me for whatever i do, when i don't remember you
If you really care about someone, do not tell her to fuck off
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She Will Have Her Way
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
Eds, do NOT click on this, please. Testing hit counter.
she lit her thumb on fire
Do Her
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
people do, on the whole, have the right to be who they want to be
What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
She thought about giving him her heart
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
Why respect knights, when my potions can do anything that you can?
Please do not bring me flowers
serene. She sips her tea
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
Adding a DOS prompt entry to the Windows right click menu
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
All right. She can fly circles around Uranus, but where's the bathroom?
Please don't tell me how to do my job
He loved her so much, he wanted to do her autopsy
Please do not feed the Hamsters!
Please do not read this
do not look upon her; you shall be blinded
Please let me out, I won't do it again
Do You Believe In True Love, She Asks
I don't like her because she won't like me
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
You do not have a right to not be offended
It seems like the right thing to do
Fuck and please her like never before with the Stimulator!
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
I think I fell in love with her right then and right there
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
I cannot find the right words to tell her this
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
At night, her eyes closed, she would
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
Please Make Noises which Do Not Signify
She practices her speech
She asked me to read her a poem
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
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
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
she gave her heart to a falling star
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She always confused her greys with white.
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She sits where she pleases
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
Did Dionysus do the right thing?
I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it
A woman will do anything if she loves you.
You are live on Channel 4, please do not swear
Please do not feed the birds
Only by spreading rights to others do we ensure those rights for ourselves.
Do bad laws cause lack of respect for the law?
Sandra will do as Sandra always does, that is, whatever she wants
She loved me for my brains not my body. It's what zombies do.
I do not ask for her secret.
What do I call her?
You can still be very hurtful when you do what's right.
It was the right thing to do.
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
do you want to understand? or do you want to be right?
right under her surface
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
I do not see her
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
This is the last talk. Do you want to sit together quietly for a while? All right, sirs, sit quietly for a while.
Do it right the first time
She flies with her own wings
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
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.
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She was never mine. I always shared her.
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
she had already found her party
the way she wears her weary
does she need to touch her own face to know?
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
Do the Right Thing
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She knows no truth except her own.
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.
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
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
Do law-abiding citizens have the right to an opinion on criminal penalties?
There is no Goddess but Goddess and She is Your Goddess
Do I have to watch my step at every turn?
Trip Like I Do
Do aliens exist?
Why women wear makeup and perfume
Spirituality has nothing to do with religion
What to do if you get in a car accident
Do you know William Faulkner?
Do a crouch
61 things to do with an AOL CD
Sim sala bim bamba sala do sala dim
Chung Do Kwan
Damned if you do, damned if you don't
do not disturb
Don't do anything I wouldn't do

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