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It's really very silly, I was thinking, they are all acting so weird
She was so tall, and I was so in love
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
I tiptoe back into myself so I can run from what I was
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
I'm glad the evil overlord was on my team
when i wake up i can't remember what it was. it's so hard to smuggle something out of a dream.
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
She is and was
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
When I was very young, I knew that the world was made of honey.
She was never mine. I always shared her.
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.
I was very, very drunk
God was creepier than I expected so I took it out on the little people
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 was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She always was devious in her beauty
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
I Hear it was Charged Against Me
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few
She knew what she was doing
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
The serpent was in the garden again, but there weren't any apples left in the tree, so I figured things were cool.
I was raised on red pepper and blood. I am so hot if you strike me I will light like a match.
Sex with the Stewards of Gondor was always very lame
so fragile and cold, i was
So I was drinking with the son of Man the other night, and...
"I was surprised to hear about the cat."
He made me promise I would do this when I was next sad. So I promised myself I would not be sad again.
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
What the hell was she thinking?
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
When she was bad
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
Because, perhaps she was cold
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She Was 18, It Was Summer
It all turned out all right but there was so much pain along the way
So I turned round and there was an inflatable man sat at the table
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
To a girl who thought she was moving away
So there I was, naked and hiding, facing the dissertation committee from the Isle of Lesbos
the fire burned and burned; it was so great and now so much time has passed and the fire is still burning, but it requires attendance
can it be that it was all so simple then
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.
It was free, so I took it.
Every poem about thunder was written under the protection of a roof, or, at the very least, an empty sky
My very first mentor was a heroin junkie
unfortunately, his entire corpus was composed in English, and so has been lost to the ravages of time
All it said was clump and scratch, and it only said those very late at night.
If all you did was node, your writeups wouldn't be very interesting, would they?
His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
I was told you were very pretty
When I was little my mother told me not to sit close to the T.V., so when I was six I did.
She was steady
She was locked in time
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
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
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She was free
She was too beautiful to be human
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
she was waylaid by an octopus
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
I/i was shouting for you to hear./
Besides the part where she was the only one
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
The last girl I dated was a vegetarian. We couldn't go anywhere and so it just didn't work out.
So I was cold chillin on the corner on a hot summer's day
Well, I was tired of being 24 anyway, so there
So I was balls deep in the guy's ass that night when he turns to me and asks for a kiss. Damn. What a fag.
People wouldn't fall in love so often if it were more clearly marked
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She was coming out as he was going in.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
Okay, okay, I confess! It was me! I broke the internet!
the country was so nice we bombed it twice
he listened so well, he was still curious.
I was doing so well.
I was so cool, that first afternoon
so my crowd was Catholic, Protestant, atheist, confused, and white
I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now
Around nine PM my heart was breaking so I went to bed early to listen to it happen.
The night was alive, and so was I
I'm so glad I'm no longer alone
So happy she drools
The bullets inside are very hot. Why do I feel so cold?
so glad I'm not alone in my dreams
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
Kilroy was here
What I wrote when I was missing David
Here lies one whose name was writ in water
Descartes was wrong
Choosing bitterness is taking the easy way out. It's so easy to feel bitter when you've been hurt. Path of least resistence. Forgiveness is a path that goes in a very different direction.
By the way, she has a penis; just so you know.
So she wet the bed
Vancouver, Washington
Music was better in the old days
This wasn't how it was supposed to be
It was not a weather balloon at Roswell
No shit, there I was
So rare you can still hear it moo
So then she said
She is in the heartbeat you hear around you, listen
When we kiss I can hear your thoughts, so I would rather we didn't
So couch, I hear you've been sleeping with her
my heart, exploding so loudly i can hardly hear myself think
i've worked very hard to become so
Why was Cthulhu blue?
What would aliens think of us if Everything was all they had?
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Able was I, ere I saw Elba
The Walrus was Paul
was
the seven hills of Rome
middle of summer how crazy it was
I was expecting it to hurt like a fuck
Why I was convinced I would die young
Was (Not Was)
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
Walls so thin, I can almost hear them breathing
When she shouts BE QUIET THE NEIGHBORS WILL HEAR IF YOU'RE NOT QUIET
Dust mop so magic she can not believe how fun it is to clean up after people
And when she turned into a man, we were so proud
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
It's so quiet, I can hear my cigarette burning.
Gays are great, so she says
So she could feel as if she had danced
She had never kissed someone so old.
she can scream so loud you'll be looking for your ears on the floor
It's not so much that I like him as a person God, but as a boy he's very handsome
Just so we’re all clear, it is okay to miss people who no longer want you in their lives

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