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The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She was coming out as he was going in.
Besides the part where she was the only one
2016 was bad enough. Is it only going to get worse?
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
She was so tall, and I was so in love
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
Where are you going?
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
The torn fragments of the world slowly stitch themselves together again, and in the rubble you hear them say: Why Are You Here?
She is and was
I didn't want to know where I was conceived
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.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
A conversation where none was invited
I was going to marry Marty
What the hell was she thinking?
Going Where No Man Should Go
She always was devious in her beauty
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She was locked in time
As I Was Going to St Ives
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
that's where she lost me as I began imagining my family amongst blood-dripped hedges
Where there was fire I brought the gasoline
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
Where's Everything going?
Finding air where matter once was
Where is Harrison Ford's movie career going?
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
Loophole Abusing a Magic Cauldron, Chapter 11: Where Are you Going, My Little One?
We are the servants of our muse, and we toil where she commands
Seriously, though, who the hell did I think I was going to become?
She sits where she pleases
Is she really going out with him?
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
Where be ye going, you Devon maid?
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Wow, she is going in on that cornbread.
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She was too beautiful to be human
she was waylaid by an octopus
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She Was 18, It Was Summer
Where Once Life Was
Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
Where the hell do you think you're going today?
Where's the kaboom?
Finding the origin of a Hotmail message
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
Where was that stooped and mealy-coloured old man I used to call poppa when the merry-go-round broke down?
If you don't know where you're going, any path will take you there
When men were men, women were women, and you knew where you were going in life
She was steady
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
what I thought was going to be a turtleneck turned out to be a dickey
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
To a girl who thought she was moving away
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.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
All right. She can fly circles around Uranus, but where's the bathroom?
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
When she was bad
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
No One Here Is Ever Going to be President: Noders raise things in the city where things fall down
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
She was free
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
She knew what she was doing
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
Because, perhaps she was cold
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
This was not my going away party
When I was five years old, I knew I was going to die
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
She said the dance is a prayer. A prayer to toss into the tide all the weight of oblivion and humiliation. This is not a dance for one, fool - where are you?
Where am I going, and what am I doing in this handbasket?
No matter where I was, whisps of you haunted my thoughts
November 4, 1995
Where were you when Kennedy was shot?
Each one was the scene where you hold your breath
Where the floodwaters went after the flood was over
There was a land where lived no violets
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
Where Are We Going? And What Are We Doing?
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
The Saudis were terrified that someone was going to be a better Muslim than they were
where was your heart when we needed it most?
Where was that stooped and mealy-colored old man I used to call poppa when the merry-go-round broke down?
To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring - it was peace.
Upon the hills where day was done
I was wrong as a child, to think old people were stupid for asking me where the day had gone. Now I understand... we older people do not live.
Where I Was
I was watching through the window, you were going through the dances.
Going against the grain
What's it going to be then, eh?
Where All the Birds Sit
Are you going to prom?
Everything is going to start charging!
To His Mistress Going to Bed
I'm Going Slightly Mad
People who are going to hell
going to the dogs
I Bet You Don't Know When The Song Is Going To End
When did you realise you really weren't going to realize some of your dreams?
Going through the motions
this is it, we're going to die
This is going to hurt me more than it is going to hurt you
Realizing just as the drunken brawl gets going that this time, *you* are the asshole
this is going to hurt a little
the going rate
Going by the script when talking to people
Today I am going to learn to fly
It's all going to fall apart isn't it?
Going Gold
You were never going to become more than this to me
Going drag
To Lucasta, on Going to the Wars
There's an interesting conversation going on in my speaker.
From now on, any ordinary knowledge is no longer going to satisfy you, I'm afraid
An easy way to get out of going to church
Thumbs Up going down
The trumpet sounds within in-a my soul, I ain't going to stay here
I'm sparkin like a match that's never going out
Going With Two Dating Friends To A Movie
The Institute for Going A Bit Red In Helsinki
Good Thing Going
If you're going to do something evil, do it on April Fools' Day
Going to spend a penny
If you're going to America, bring your own food
I Am Slowly Going Crazy
I'm Going Crazy
When the aliens attack my workplace, I'm going to be so damn READY
Sobering up before going to bed
Why going to college is WAY better than going to work
Collision avoidance technique
Going Public
Someday soon, I'm going to save you from your life
A howl that's only going to fly up into the sky and disappear
The shadow is going away. You can breathe again. The past is closed.
Going on a Picnic
The "WE'RE GOING DOWN THE PUB!" Anglo-Swiss Post-nuptial London Meetup
What's it going to take to get Star Wars?
We're Going On A Bear Hunt

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