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Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
Besides the part where she was the only one
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
All the things she had at one point wanted to be
She started to fall, and knew she would never come back
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
Once upon a time, I imagined she would be a river
She was too beautiful to be human
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She knew what she was doing
To a girl who thought she was moving away
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
The total sum of all things would be zero if it was not for love
She Was 18, It Was Summer
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She was steady
I couldn't possibly be the only one who doesn't see empathy as a curse
Be patient, you will get your patent. And they will pat you on the back.
If I was the ocean, what would you be to me?
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
If I was any good at this, I would be getting paid
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
Patient Zero
We knew the blubbering one in glasses would yield the most meat.
God is a pretty girl across the bar who smiles and waves in your direction; and you think she is waving at you
She is and was
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She was coming out as he was going in.
What I would do If I knew what was good for me
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
It's too bad she won't live. But then again, who does?
If she didn't love you she would kill you
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
She was free
some of the pain that she endures would bring a strong man to his knees
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
she can scream so loud you'll be looking for your ears on the floor
It will be a love story ... for she will be my heroine for all time
she couldn’t go and be beautiful
The Man Who Would Be King
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
It must be morning when she dreams.
She said the dance is a prayer. A prayer to toss into the tide all the weight of oblivion and humiliation. This is not a dance for one, fool - where are you?
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 grew a little older, while he was telling her
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
What the hell was she thinking?
I knew she wasn't faking
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She must be what cocaine is like
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She was so tall, and I was so in love
people who were not to be trifled with; people who would dance, and had no notion of walking
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
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.
I wish I knew how it would feel to be free
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
We do what we do because of who we are. If we did otherwise, we would not be ourselves.
she can't remember what it's like to be found
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
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 was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
She could be a businesswoman
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
Then the walls started to bleed again and I just KNEW I'd be the one cleaning it up.
she was waylaid by an octopus
There's a sign on the wall. But she wants to be sure. Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
We knew there would be kissing, and breasts
She Had to Be Sure
Chicago calls to one who would listen
Each thing she learned became part of herself, to be used over and over in new adventures
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She Who Is
That one makes me scream, she said
The Jackal: Episode One: A Hero Has Risen, And She Demands Worker's Comp
He and she are one
It was something that sang out while burning itself up, at the risk that nothing would be left.
I always knew I would have a 21st birthday but I never thought I'd be 21
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
Who am I to critique that which she is?
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
A tentative laugh, she expected to be interrupted
Any woman who thinks she is pro-life should ask herself
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.
If she were an insect, she'd be a moth in search of a flame
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
She was never mine. I always shared her.
When she shouts BE QUIET THE NEIGHBORS WILL HEAR IF YOU'RE NOT QUIET
I would have tried, but Charlotte kept Charlotte in the world of Charlotte and she barely heard me
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
She was locked in time
It was something that sand out while burning itself up, at the risk that nothing would be left.
When she was bad
She always was devious in her beauty
If you meet a strange, confident woman, she may well be a witch
Boy, I was sure lucky to be born into the one true faith!
I would have liked thunder when she left
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
She Who Holds the Sky
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
At night, her eyes closed, she would
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
Because, perhaps she was cold
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
She tells stories as if she knows what the ending will be.
She teaches a night class. Psychology 100, to be precise.
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She who abandons does not return
she is the sort of woman who, when put to the magnifying glass, refused to burn
She didn't write like Emily Dickinson, but she did live in a house overlooking a cemetery, and I guess he thought that was important.
Surah 60 She that is to be Examined
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
If all you did was node, your writeups wouldn't be very interesting, would they?
He made me promise I would do this when I was next sad. So I promised myself I would not be sad again.
They knew what our pain would be.
The man who refused to be King
People tell us who they are, but we ignore it, because we want them to be who we want them to be.
I really came to understand that they were just real people who wanted to live real lives and be treated equally as opposed to, for example, wanting to destroy us.
I Would Be Content To Live For But A Day
The Saudis were terrified that someone was going to be a better Muslim than they were
what would it take to be serene again?
If poetry could describe the way you make me feel, poetry would be illegal. Or anyway I might get arrested.
I never thought it would be like this
he thought it would be great fun to conquer the world
Men are designed to be good hunters, but it's women who are born killers
One Day I Will Be The Summer
let the memories be good for those who stay
If you were a vegetable, what kind of vegetable would you be? (registry)
No one wants to be a nihilist
Would you take your shoes back now, i think I know what it is like to be you.
I figured things would be okay once the werewolf started to cry
The Ten Commandments revised
this was supposed to be a parable about the power of the imagination
If Christianity were true, why would there still be any Jews?
If voting changed anything, they would make it illegal
If not voting could change the system it would be illegal
The best kind of bartender
what I thought was going to be a turtleneck turned out to be a dickey
It would be a less interesting world if we all walked and skipped alike, and never fell from bicycles.
If we classified ducks as monsters, well, that would be pretty accurate.
play dumb

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