Findings:

• It will only make our insides burn until we are nothing but ash.
• Our world will change
• I don't want to risk our friendship.
• Our children will judge us by our memes
• The winter chill reminds those of us closer to our end than our beginning that maybe, just maybe, safety isn't the primary goal in a life that will certainly end in death.
• the world will be remade in our image
• Our love is eternal. The night will end. The dragon is forever. Good will prevail. Mother sits on her throne.
• Our warning signs will protect us
• we will replace the stars with machines of our own creation
• You know our love will not fade away
• Our love is eternal. The night will end. The dragon is forever. Good wil prevail. Mother sits on her throne.
• will our souls remember where we said we'd meet?
• We Regret to Inform You That Tomorrow We Will Be Killed with Our Families
• Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of God as we understood Him
• Only my hours spent gaming will stand between our world and total destruction
• Our children will laugh at the names of our over-the-counter medicines
• Among strangers who will say so many things to fill our ears
• Maybe if we're lucky the person dreaming our lives will wake up
• We Invent Gods That Will Fit in Our Pocket
• if we are to be lies, we will be lies of our own making
• and we will walk till our feet ache
• socketes matures during 4 14 years. - reflections upon an obscure Dadaist genius in our midst; or, how I learned to stop worrying and love the troll.
• and our dreams will break the boundaries of our fears
• Our way or the highway
• Maybe when we drown the fish will be our friends
• Do we forgive our fathers in their time or in our time?
• Our stories will surprise even our selves.
• our sister
• our new friend, the ten-foot pole
• Our Lady Peace
• Our love sustains me far beyond the gold horizon
• I'd love to go back to the late 80's and tell them about our time
• I need your pain or I will not live
• Of the Doctrine of our Priests
• When you had left our pirate fold
• Grave Are The Hairs On Our Asses
• There's no 'eak' in our off-peak
• thefez: our global nightmare
• They killed our Lord
• They were getting into riot gear as we sipped our wine
• Nazi Supermen Are Our Superiors
• If we had a more developed tailbone, would we wag our tail?
• Our Lady of Mount Carmel
• our own little patch of dixie
• We left our dead where they lay and the sand preserved them
• If you don't want us to look at your breasts, don't shove them in our faces
• Our Trees in Spring
• Why do we hurt when our loved ones die?
• Our Fathers of Old
• the death of our flowers
• Our sensei
• Our Final Goodbye
• the better angels of our nature
• The United States' upcoming war with China
• Our Position Against Suicide
• Our Dumb Century
• the stars that change our minds
• No Regrets for Our Youth
• We only use 10% of our brain
• Perhaps God is our future, not our past
• The condom is the glass slipper of our generation
• Passing through the barrier of our eyes
• Our Town
• Happy endings are not our birthright.
• We're on our way to being GODS!
• Our Name is Mud
• Our memory of the moments
• Our Share of Night to Bear
• Changing our lives
• We are the People Our Parents Warned Us About
• God Bless our Native Land
• Our Bodies, Ourselves
• The Enemies of Our Enemies Part 2
• Our Lady of Lourdes (user)
• This is our ool. Notice there is no P in it. Please keep it that way.
• Everything Quest: You kids stop your fighting or I will turn this car around so help me God
• As the crow flies, or as the road winds, I promise you, I will arrive
• We are Our Stories
• Time has imprisoned us in the order of our years
• Foam on the tide is no more or less real than the sea, it simply is, was, will be
• Our Father
• our sun
• On Our Backs
• a copy of our home game
• Our last conversation
• On Seeing a Piece of Our Heavy Artillery Brought into Action
• Who owns our writeups?
• If our genitalia were on our hands
• Concerning our Priests
• Does the pace of technology outpace our ability to use it for good?
• Be our drone
• I don't think we're old enough to know if we're alcoholics at our age
• If by Dull Rhymes our English must be Chain'd
• The Happiest Days of Our Lives
• Your beliefs are your concern, just please don't let them creep into our secular argument
• with cat-like tread upon our prey we steal
• Governments cannot be trusted with our personal information
• We are all sitting on our asses, simultaneously staring blankly at computer screens all over the world
• C'est un ours mal léché
• Early, before our hands knew what to do
• 'Twas people! People soiled our green!
• Math is not a social construct: Our understanding of math is a social construct
• How Our Bodies Are Used--and Our Minds
• Pain and beauty, our constant bedfellows. Young as I was, I understood.
• The leaky ceiling saved our night
• Who's Rating our Games?
• Our American Heritage, Volume 1
• Our rover can kick your lander's ass!
• Why don't we become completely independent and make our own everything
• Why the alternate worlds in science fiction are never our world
• The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
• in cities not our own
• Anarchism and Our Times
• Death is our business and business is good
• Nostalgia filled our lungs every time we inhaled
• Sprillowed Sprawling Predictions on Our Future
• Gravity's on our side
• Dreams Of Our Fathers
• The Enemies of Our Enemies
• The Dancefloor is our Mother. Her heart beats at 125 BPM.
• Our Hero
• Our little girl Susan is a most admirable slut, and pleases us mightily
• Why should we trust our conscience?
• Our hearts were hard, but they were warm
• Do's Intro: Our Purpose - The Simple Bottom Line
• The Tragedy of Prince Hamlet and the Philosopher's Stone, or, A Will Most Incorrect to Heaven by William Shakespeare
• This moment will never come again. Would you rather enjoy it or complain about it?
• stop garage sales (or why Joe Lieberman doesn't like video games)
• For sale: my dreams. Price: a living wage, or best offer.
• our first time
• Race-mixing will happen whether or not you want it
• TV is the alien sitting in our home
• Some of our best friends are three minutes long
• Just Yes Or No Will Do
• We nod our approvals in other ways
• Our
• parlance of our times
• Our Balls Are Bigger
• Is this a cocoon or a tomb? Each comes with the risk of secretly being the other.
• Ours
• Our work and why we do it
• Bad Boys Rape Our Young Girls But Violet Gives Willingly
• Things that give our life meaning
• Reform our politics
• We must increase our bust!
• What Happened to Our Two Travelers with Two Girls, Two Monkeys, and the Savages, Called Oreillons
• Our Beloved Revolutionary Sweetheart
• A Mighty Fortress Is Our God
• Is our ultimate economic goal death?
• The television screen of our collective unconscious
• -our
• Our Delaware
• Our Singing Strength
• Six Myths of Our Time
• A Proposal For An Expedition To Our Hollow Earth
• Admitted to God, to ourselves and to another human being the exact nature of our wrongs
• Our Old Feuillage
• Let's just turn our children into burbling idiots
• Our Rubbish Dreams
• Everything is the Endless Exposition of Our Existence
• Texas, Our Texas
• We've received your resume, and we're entering your credentials in our companywide database
• We have learned our lessons well
• Why do we think we can give a score to our happiness?
• The world would be in much better shape if our leaders were hamsters
• Of our Methods of Recognizing one another
• Job applications with spelling errors will be thrown away
• Eyesight resolution
• Tenchi, go get some more *hic* TEA!
• All our Lousy Candidates
• The Year of Our Lord
• Work - The Scourge of Our Generation
• Misconceptions about our conception
• Giving our kids something to rebel against
• One Man Army
• The Last Day of Our Acquaintance
• We Wash Our Squash

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