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The gun is good. The penis is evil. The penis shoots seeds, and makes new life, and poisons the earth with a plague of men, as once it was. But the gun shoots death, and purifies the earth of the filth of brutals. Go forth and kill!
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
My mother loves me. She uses the good sandwich bags.
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
In the end, it was a Good Thing that I rushed Pierre.
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
Two of them. Hovering there like bloated gas giants in the heavens. Good God, it was beautiful.
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
She was steady
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
She didn't want the truth; she wanted to make a good man squirm
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
She was too beautiful to be human
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
She Was 18, It Was Summer
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
She Looks Good, but She Has an Ugly Heart
Food was purer in the good old days
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
What I would do If I knew what was good for me
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
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 was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
She looks good in black
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
Because, perhaps she was cold
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
If this was an Olympic Sport, I'd be world champion
Besides the part where she was the only one
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
Sex with my sister was always really, really good
she looked good
I'm starting to think I was a waste of a perfectly good placenta
If I was any good at this, I would be getting paid
Suicide Was A Good Choice
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
If I was a good person
She was locked in time
What the hell was she thinking?
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
She told me I'd make a good Satan
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
When she was bad
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
She always was devious in her beauty
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
If you're so good at this sport, why are you just an announcer?
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
She is and was
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She was free
She was so tall, and I was so in love
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
she was waylaid by an octopus
She was coming out as he was going in.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
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.
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
If the King's English was good enough for Jesus
She knew what she was doing
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
Sports that the British are good at
I was never any good at maths at school
good design
Good programmers
Good Times virus
Good Omens
Good Will Hunting
Do not go gentle into that good night
Moderation is good
good luck
Good old fashioned fucking
good music
A good idea at the time
common good
All attention is good attention.
As Good as it Gets
so good
for your own good
Good News
"The good old days" are a scam
good riddance
Ten-four, good buddy
There is good country music
Too good to be true
good, fast, cheap
Christian as synonym for good
customer : good dad
A Good Man In Africa
Dry goods
Good fellowship
Good now
Steelbow goods
Every good band decibels furiously
So far, so good
The Good Book
Good News Week
The Good Earth
Parable of the Good Samaritan
Good bookstore
good morning
chaotic good
Christians don't believe that "being good" gets anyone into Heaven
good enough for government work
Cape of Good Hope
Good Friday
middle of summer how crazy it was
good reasons to avoid decapitation
Good reasons to get decapitated
Good reasons not to wear make-up
I had a really good time tonight
Good evening
damaged goods
good reasons to be content
Greed is good
Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil
Good reasons to leave my computer-centred world alone
Good Samaritan Law
Matthew Good Band
Nice to smell like the same good thing
Damn it feels good to be a nurturing male
A Few Good Men
Only the good die young

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