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?
• Hands cupped into a half circle, he bent foward to help her catch a light
• 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
• 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
• The truth, or something like it
• I might fall into good sleep like swimming
• Late-night rally driving on the beach, or: Run like Hell when the cops come
• Throw your hands (up) in the air, (and) wave them all around like you (just) don't care
• When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
• For future reference, when in eternity or insanity; dreams I would like to have
• I do not like the sky night or day and keep my eyes on the yellow lines heading under the car
• Sparkling like a star in his hand, melting like a snowflake
• 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
• Of course I refused, afraid of what his hands might feel like
• am i an angel flying into the light or a bug flying towards a light bulb?
• I want to reach my hand into the dark and feel what reaches back
• 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
• I Do Not Like Thee Doctor Fell
• Like A Leaf Furrowing Into The Ground
• Here's what I hope to do with the Everything code or with something like it
• Life, or something like it
• The kids round here look just like shadows, always quiet, holding hands
• 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
• 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.
• 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?
• You may want to look into the possibility that you too are acting like a dick.
• serendipity, or something like it
• I needed clever hands, an ear to whisper into
• E2 is like getting old, having friends die, and running into them on the street
• the leaves fell like raindrops when you touched the earth
• 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.
• Jesus undoubtedly said this or something very like it
• Grab my hand
• The night my laundry fell into the Twilight Zone
• Chopping wood
• 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
• Be a model or just look like one
• The People who Fell into the Sky
• Yourself or Someone Like You
• In this workshop we'll cover skills like setting up and configuring a terrible howl or shriek.
• Swimming pool injury
• It is well oiled, you will click into it like a happy cog
• 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
• Eat like every meal's a banquet. Drink like every flagon's your last. Fuck like you're going into battle
• 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
• Green into yellow into orange, like leaves
• Sheila dashes madly into traffic as Euros flutter down around us like injured butterflies
• like a flower or a mushroom or a guinea pig or a vine
• Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
• Do not attempt to stop chain with your hands or genitals
• Dipping your hand into molten lead
• like syrup rolling into the valley
• Or do we like time's children come also at last to the silent shadowlands?
• 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
• 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 remember reading this but i can't remember if i liked it or not
• scattering, like flower petals or crowds from the sound of a gunshot
• stop garage sales (or why Joe Lieberman doesn't like video games)
• My hands on her back; slipping into sleep
• What I really would like to do is put Everything into a drawer
• Reprint what you like
• What does a candle's flame look like when it burns in space?
• New York's Alright if You Like Saxophones
• We would like to apologize to the following people and stick in some amusing messages
• I would like to have emotions
• Shimmer over bridges like the river was a dream
• What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
• They'd smell what body to body sounds like
• If you like X, you'll like Y
• I Like Ike
• Do You Like My Tight Sweater?
• You wear your hope like Christmas
• No time like the present
• Down like a prom queen
• I was trying to show him my insides, you know. I like to share.
• Kisses on my shoulder like little stars sparkling
• I like the police
• lonely like absinthe without sugar
• like circular teeth-filled suckers
• I never metajoke I didn't like
• Gosh! That single kiss made me feel like I'm charged up with the power of a million exploding suns!
• The smoke plume smells like baking cookies!
• like sepia-tinted Polaroids of kids in silver-piped tracksuits playing Atari
• Just Like Snow
• like you're blind but still can see
• cackle like a toothless crone
• My old clothes hang on a chair like ghosts of people I've been
• Daydream
• We Can all Die Like This
• How I fell in love with Alice
• What poetry feels like
• How my psychology teacher single-handedly ruined art and music for me in one fell swoop
• Rocky Mountain spotted fever
• Queen or country?
• War fever
• Fever Pitch (user)
• The pros and cons of leaving your computer on
• Grab scenery
• Why women should carry the condoms OR the moist towelette theory
• hand job
• Billionaires for Bush (or Gore)
• lucky hand
• How to disable or translate caps lock in Microsoft Windows 2000
• First in war, first in peace, first in the hands of the local police
• I want to be a whale when I grow up. Or a squid.
• Ten inch knife through my hand - All for green onion pancakes
• Is it me or are there more bisexuals these days?
• Right Hand Man
• Superheroes and Supervillains are Inherently Gay or Deviant
• two in one hand
• Victim or the Crime
• I want to put my hands there too
• Portland, Oregon Gay District
• Opening a coke can with one hand
• Temporary Insanity, or The Weekend Is Not Over Yet (document)
• Traffic Hand Signals
• There is not much new to say about snow, or about broken love
• Your hands are in my hair, but my heart is in your teeth
• My car es El Coche Magnifico, or: The Oregon Trail Rally eats my dust
• Hand tragically nailed to the forehead
• If your hand is larger than your face you have cancer
• Smoking kills, or A true ghostwriter
• Eight or Nine Wise Words About Letter Writing
• Hand Washing
• I will not deny my hands
• no hands (user)
• Fight or flight
• Elizabeth Hand
• This week, Jen's got a new man, or, another take on some algebraic properties
• Into the light
• Robosexual or what?
• Erewhon : Chapter VI - Into Erewhon
• Thank god it's winter, or it would stink, too.
• I Look Into My Glass
• It doesn't matter whether Hitler was an Atheist or a Christian
• Dance into the Light
• Out The Door And Into The Car
• Into the Heart of the Whole :: Morrigan's Quest
• If poetry could describe the way you make me feel, poetry would be illegal. Or anyway I might get arrested.
• Turn a simple LED into a beautiful bass light show
• An Inquiry into the Human Mind on the Principles of Common Sense
• Yam or sweet potato, what's the difference?
• a constant, low wind trembles through him, catching his words and sending them out into the world
• The presence or absence of stimuli: part four
• My neighbours are going to make me into a creepy voyeur
• And love keeps pouring into Toronto from everywhere it's despised
• painting yourself into a corner today is better than spending a week thinking about painting
• Welcome back into the river
• Wine that tastes like sour Kool-Aid
• Like a Dream (2)
• As You Like It II.i
• Your legs are like threads of cotton, though much thicker, and filled with weevils
• I'm creating a religion... you'll like it!
• I liked the one with the whales
• Walk like you're a sex goddess

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