Findings:

• You grabbed my hand, and we fell into it. Like a daydream. Or a fever.
• Like white light? Or a long low moan that turns into laughing? Or the holes in Jesus' hands?
• I do not like the sky night or day and keep my eyes on the yellow lines heading under the car
• What I really would like to do is put Everything into a drawer
• It feels like fingernails across the moon. Or do you rub your wings together?
• I felt I was part of something, like a voice in a crowd or an island in a sea
• Grab my hand
• Do not put this product into the rectum by using fingers or any mechanical device or applicator
• and burning into the sky like a wound
• Chopping wood
• I might fall into good sleep like swimming
• Life, or something like it
• When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
• Fold Your Hands Child, You Walk Like a Peasant
• The fire in the sky, the fire in your hand, the sad songs without bodies, surrounding us like ghosts
• Don't kill your invisible husband to see what he looks like or you'll sob your heart out. But don't worry about the millions of invisible men coming to attack your village because they won't kill you if you don't know how to fight them.
• Kid named John, or something like that.
• Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
• Here's what I hope to do with the Everything code or with something like it
• serendipity, or something like it
• Do not attempt to stop chain with your hands or genitals
• am i an angel flying into the light or a bug flying towards a light bulb?
• Dipping your hand into molten lead
• I Do Not Like Thee Doctor Fell
• How to get tree sap or pitch off your hands
• Like hands on a clock tell time without thinking about how long it's been
• Like A Leaf Furrowing Into The Ground
• Jesus undoubtedly said this or something very like it
• My hands on her back; slipping into sleep
• Yourself or Someone Like You
• In this workshop we'll cover skills like setting up and configuring a terrible howl or shriek.
• Hands cupped into a half circle, he bent foward to help her catch a light
• So is this, like, artistic or slutty?
• I have enthusiasm for everything that you like or are interested in!
• It's a beautiful life, or something like it
• Get off my lawn or I will grab that vacuum cleaner on your porch and set you on fire
• The future like another country, and a ticket in my hand
• You may want to look into the possibility that you too are acting like a dick.
• Be a model or just look like one
• the leaves fell like raindrops when you touched the earth
• E2 is like getting old, having friends die, and running into them on the street
• like a flower or a mushroom or a guinea pig or a vine
• Gaily they went down in the lush field a treasure of valuables or specie or bullion lodged with a crust of bread into her coat of arms weaving currying the embroidering of silk in summer.
• The night my laundry fell into the Twilight Zone
• Throw your hands (up) in the air, (and) wave them all around like you (just) don't care
• I don't think I realized what I had gotten myself into, but it seemed like the potential for fun and insanity were there in equal parts
• The People who Fell into the Sky
• Or do we like time's children come also at last to the silent shadowlands?
• Sparkling like a star in his hand, melting like a snowflake
• i remember reading this but i can't remember if i liked it or not
• Of course I refused, afraid of what his hands might feel like
• Swimming pool injury
• It is well oiled, you will click into it like a happy cog
• scattering, like flower petals or crowds from the sound of a gunshot
• stop garage sales (or why Joe Lieberman doesn't like video games)
• I want to reach my hand into the dark and feel what reaches back
• Eat like every meal's a banquet. Drink like every flagon's your last. Fuck like you're going into battle
• We shook hands and pretended like it meant nothing
• Like the Back of My Hand
• standing on my lawn, with the scissors in your hands, and you could come in where you'd like, to my paper house
• Green into yellow into orange, like leaves
• Sheila dashes madly into traffic as Euros flutter down around us like injured butterflies
• The truth, or something like it
• The kids round here look just like shadows, always quiet, holding hands
• like syrup rolling into the valley
• Late-night rally driving on the beach, or: Run like Hell when the cops come
• The Man Felt an Iron Hand Grasp Him by the Hair, at the Nape. Not One Hand, a Hundred Hands Seized Him, Each by the Hair, and Tore Him Head to Foot, the Way You Tear Up a Sheet of Paper, Into Hundreds of Little Pieces
• I used to fly like peter pan, all the children flew when I touched their hands
• I am superimposing on life, tipping scales like fate's hands
• Right handed, or left handed?
• Rocks Do Not Belong in the Road, or: How to Launch a Mazda Protege Into the Air
• sunset rainwater turns her sidewalk chalk-art into a sherbert delight; a surprise gift from chaos that tumbles her like tinkling bells onto the wet grass
• I needed clever hands, an ear to whisper into
• For future reference, when in eternity or insanity; dreams I would like to have
• The night when I felt like speaking my mind
• Walk Like Me
• Nobody likes an iconoclast
• I Love Hip Hop
• Glad To Have A Friend Like You
• How to talk like Jacques Derrida
• Here's your heart, usually I don't like dead things as gifts.
• I am a woman who does not like assholes
• This pleasant tale is like a little copse
• Since his eyes were like perfect packed suitcases
• A face like a slapped arse
• How to send e-mail and not look like a dork
• Like a Hole in the Head
• The Answer to What it Sounds Like
• It's like Lance in space
• like you put stars in the hole in my head
• War is hell but men like it
• We gonna party like it's 1999 (e2poll)
• eyed me like a female mantis
• What really matters is what you like, not what you are like
• shining like blasphemous stars on an endless ceiling in hell
• the time I felt like a real man
• I have a sick mind. I like to hump myself against shelled clams and sing Oasis songs.
• Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.
• more like a destructive force of nature than a teacher
• These aren't the sorts of people you are supposed to like
• heart medications which all have names like alien military from other planets
• Daydream
• Likely ignorable. Like a large penis.
• How I fell in love with Alice
• she likes to dance on the edge. it's all she's known and she won't change now
• How my psychology teacher single-handedly ruined art and music for me in one fell swoop
• Trying to make a name for yourself on E2 by publishing poetry is like playing in the WNBA for fame. You might get a few points here and there, but practically nobody's watching and practically nobody cares.
• Rheumatic Fever
• We don't have time. Not like they do.
• To Music, to becalm his Fever
• military fever
• Is language innate or learned?
• Every school is either a Pepsi school or a Coke school
• Fun for 2 years as a little kid, school for 16 or 20 years, then work until you die.
• Man Hand
• Drug Related Terms: Adverse Effects or Reactions
• old chestnut: clock hands
• Does toilet paper go bad?
• If our genitalia were on our hands
• Shall I scare you with the truth? Or tell the pretty lie?
• Hand over hand
• How do you pronounce a 3? Or a 0?
• How to display the second hand on a digital clock radio
• Was it Heaven? Or Hell?: Chapter III
• Hi, I masturbate. Shake my hand.
• The Industrial Revolution: Blessing or curse for the working class?
• Drug-related hand signals
• Legally Black or White
• The Fourth Hand
• Collaborative writing or the hairdresser's gothic
• The Girl Without Hands
• How to determine whether a number is even or odd in any base
• close at hand
• Finding or Creating a Writers' Workshop Group
• Ball in hand
• Pepper steak fajitas or something
• two handed put
• Colour or Country
• hand signals on the trading floor
• Not all dirt roads are rally courses, or: Bambi meets WRX
• all hands on deck
• A Plan for World Domination or Just Another Nodermeet? Bristol, Summer 2003
• cold hands
• Only her hands would give her away
• The Ballet or the Bullet
• The American Election of 2016 plays its hand
• To say "Hi" or not to say "Hi"?
• I hate you, or why we cannot be friends
• So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past
• Navigation without map or compass
• how to turn a dorm room into a swimming pool
• Into the Mystic
• Death or the dawn
• Into the World There Came a Soul Named Ida
• For all sad words on tongue or pen, the saddest are these: "It might have been."
• It's the cracked ones that let light into the world
• plain sailing or not
• The theory that Venus came into our solar system relatively recently
• Pumpkin (or Sweet Potato) Fry Bread
• the way we circle into range
• to exorcise or not to exorcise?
• Having someone wrapped around you, looking into your eyes, inches away from your face, smiling the cutest smile in the world and giving you quick little kisses on the nose is the greatest feeling anywhere ever
• Don't ever empty half a bottle of washing up liquid into the cistern of a toilet
• e2 is turning me into an alcoholic
• So this bald girl walked into a bar
• step forward into terror
• It was men who made breasts into a secret.
• Turning coffee into words
• Girlfriend who likes computers
• Suicide is a legitimate option in a case like this

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