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From the brightness before Him passed His thick clouds
When he was five, his father made him murder his imaginary friend.
He Has Left Us Alone But Shafts of Light Sometimes Grace the Corner of Our Rooms
He just left his body
Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of God as we understood Him
Zip him back up, he sucks.
How many times has God twiddled his thumbs before he put vertebrates on the Earth?
How Quetzalcoatl Got His Groove Back
As I looked back, he was reveling in his own feces
I knew enough about him to know his name and what kind of snowball he could make
I'm the only person who'd ever told him to his face he was beautiful.
He lived in southern California with his tanned, powdered mother
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
There and Back Again: Eating Our Way from Bag End to the Grey Havens, A Hobbit's Tale
His memory perishes from the earth, and he has no name in the street.
A bunch of guys in Australia got wasted and went koala hunting and had the night of their lives
In his autumn before the winter comes man's last mad surge of youth
Jesus said, "I love him, for he is my brother." He was talking about everyone.
He began to learn that waste flows downstream. Imagine his surprise.
He was confirming to himself that they were laughing with him after all
To me he is a daisy and I keep trying to count his petals
Our music, in place of breadcrumbs, is there to help us find our way back home.
So he's dressed a little differently and he has a halo-like light above his head.
She could not live with or without him
Then I poked him in his sunburn
The land of our fathers, stolen before we knew it was our own
we carry home on our backs
"I see," said the blind man to his deaf wife as he picked up his hammer and saw
He found a liquid cure for his landlocked blues
Of King Sigmund's last battle, and of how he must yield up his sword again
How the Old Woman Took Care Of Candide, and How He Found the Object of His Love
our backs are strong. we can carry this world.
I kicked the Martian in his otherworldly balls, and he screamed like the solar wind howling through a planetary magnetosphere
I met him two days ago and now he wants to fly me to Peru
left everything on his desk and walked out into the bright sunlight
On Our Backs
Our Exagmination Round His Factification for Incamination of Work in Progress
he can find a cure for us, if we help him
He lives in my soul
in the shell of the village before the horse archers came back
Back when our blood was still warm
Puking Onstage Before a Live Audience, or: The Pooka Did It
He's got stacks and stacks of words that rhyme, describing what it is to lose
How the Camel Got His Hump
a poem for a boy before I met him
he did not look back. he walked slowly. he might stop at any time.
He Had Not Where To Lay His Head
He flops over and bonks his head
He's not cute, as in good looking, but he's got a cute psychosis
the things he left behind
When he was little, he laughed in his sleep.
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, that he should weep for her?
He weaves his words
The one he murdered once still loves him
Our music is in place of breadcrumbs to find our way back
He wakes up everyday, puts an empty gun in his mouth, and pulls the trigger.
I think he only loves the world for him.
He tells me that I could have his heart and I want to take it right then, slip it into my pocket and run
His mind went blank against the flesh next to him
You Should Never Have Asked Him About His Job!
His mother is slowly killing him.
When you had left our pirate fold
Michael Moved Out to Live with His Bitch & Her Dog
Any man can handle adversity. If you want to test his character, give him power.
How Candide Found His Old Master Pangloss Again and What Happened to Him
I love you, but you've just got to leave and not come back. Ever.
I got lost in a Siberian winter and never came back
the silicon and golden circuits catch our tones and echo back
Back to Before
Only trusted fingers trace our bare backs
He had a life before he met you, you know
Loved him before anyone else thought of him at all
Advice my father gave me before I left for college
something my Torts professor said before we left class
got to be good looking cause he's so hard to see
Spikey the Werm may be a Werm, but he's got quite an imagination nonetheless!
A profile is never motionless before our eyes
Galileo: A Democrat Before His Time
Baby Got Back
He Died with a Felafel in His Hand
To the Memory of My Beloved Master, William Shakespeare, and What He Hath Left Us
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
If he's late, you can always start without him
Oedipus-Schmedipus, as long as he loves his mother
He's a feminist. He tells that to all his mistresses.
I saved his life. He does not know it.
He put a hand on each of our shoulders; it's a wonder he wasn't electrocuted.
He is honest and forthright with strangers. He reserves his lies for his family
It's easier to kick a praying man, because he's on his knees already
He who does not forget his first love will not recognize his last
And he bought our every word for dollars.
He had a prison of brass built in the hole, and then, when it was finished, he locked up his daughter
He's dead, Jim. You grab his wallet, I'll grab his tricorder.
We are all starstuff, billion year-old carbon; got to get ourselves back into The Garden
Amakuni once drew an old sword of his from a box, suddenly overjoyed by something he had cast aside.
My friend is dating someone who likes him far more than he likes her
Amidala Got Back
He cries for me, all these years later. He'll never stop 'til I join him in the grave.
They will love him long after he is gone.
He Would Close His Eyes, and the World Would Burn.
he is too shy to write his tale
I should ask my barber where he gets his hair cut, then go there and slowly make my way up the chain
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 never met him. He broke my heart.
He was there, and then he wasn't, and with him went those memories
his whole life, like a thundercloud, out in front of him
a bit of ash in his face keeps him warm
If my roommate doesn't keep his hands off my shit, I'm gonna fuck him up
mr. T pities the fool regardless of whether he is wearing his seatbelt
Left to His Own Devices
To Him the law is everything. Even today, lawyers are His favorites.
Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
She walked by his desk and left a nickel
This guy tipped his waitress a dollar with a dick drawn on it. What happened next left me questioning everything I ever thought about income inequality.
Left with his secrets, his picture and silence
a constant, low wind trembles through him, catching his words and sending them out into the world
He made a way to his anger
He who has ears, let him hear
Now he dances to bring her back.
He backed the verbal car into the garage, only to crash it into the wall
Our music, in place of breadcrumbs, is there to help us find our way back home
Our words are backed by nuclear weapons
If we ran this back an infinite number of times across infinite existences our souls would still never connect, so don't regret.
She quietly hugged him back. At 8:30 she ate the rest of him.
I got your back but you're best to watch your front
Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in his shoes
Bring Back Our Girls
a secret cabal of squirrels has been slowly terraforming the world behind our backs
How Stella Got Her Groove Back
The moustaches of our Spanish masters and before that the very birds of Minerva
Fruit cut from the vine, forgot and left to rot, long before it was time
I'd love to go back to the late 80's and tell them about our time
What if we all got jobs and got to bed before dawn?
Before I was consciously thinking of him, my body was
How The Rhinoceros Got His Skin
How the Whale Got His Throat
before the internet when teen had REAL relationship the boy could look at the girl and judge the diameter of her thorax with his feelers and determine whether the mating ritual could commence but NO MORE. evil woman use her computer sorcery
How Pac-Man got his name
Mr. Potato Head Sprouted. He got moldy. Now he's all dried up, but he's still up in the cabinet.
A man's got to know his limitations
Johnny Got His Gun
Early, before our hands knew what to do
Sorry to eat and run, but I've got to go stop Lincoln from killing Hitler in his crib
It's not so much that I like him as a person God, but as a boy he's very handsome
He forgets I am my own fierceness; it's not for him
I don't know where he gets his words but I like them
If You See God First Tell Him Shit Got Worse
And we killed him and he's dead.
I'm not HIS sister; he's MY brother
He will have the taste of warm ripe fruit in his mouth
Our God, He Is Alive
In the end, he could quiet his mind only by dying
Call me back when hair starts growing on his palms
As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
Let him gather thee cherries that got thee with child
He may be a son-of-a-bitch, but he is our son-of-a-bitch
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
he gives rest unto him who comes at the eleventh hour
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
why is the great man great? he keeps on running through a world of his own.
Meanwhile, the PILOT, who has been laughing hysterically through the entire sequence, finally loses it. He falls out of his chair and bangs his head against the panel, causing the ship to lose control and crash into a nearby planet
He throws his heart down like a gauntlet
judge a captain not by his shipwrecks, but by whether or not he blames the sea
Quick, put your shirt back on before the cop gets here
If a frog had wings, he wouldn't kick his tail when he jumped
The Last Thing He Expected to Happen to Him in Hollywood
I married him because he was not mean
Victor Hugo once got so mad he threw a baseball through a dog
He made a felon of himself and ended up a box in our spare room.
Loving Jesus for the life he lived
I killed him today, he who does not exist
He said I'm better off without you, 'til I showed him my tattoo
All he left her was alone
He never looked back

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