Findings:
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- As I looked back, he was reveling in his own feces
- He had a prison of brass built in the hole, and then, when it was finished, he locked up his daughter
- He stretched out his arms but she was not there
- He throws his heart down like a gauntlet
- When he was five, his father made him murder his imaginary friend.
- because his heart was heavy, closing, like a tired eyelid
- I kicked the Martian in his otherworldly balls, and he screamed like the solar wind howling through a planetary magnetosphere
- I don't know where he gets his words but I like them
- I'm the only person who'd ever told him to his face he was beautiful.
- When he was little, he laughed in his sleep.
- tiny alien ideas sprout in his brain, like baby incisors erupting from his testicles
- I'm not HIS sister; he's MY brother
- He Would Close His Eyes, and the World Would Burn.
- He is honest and forthright with strangers. He reserves his lies for his family
- How the Old Woman Took Care Of Candide, and How He Found the Object of His Love
- Your words like warm water, his words like salt
- I was floating in the ocean of his eyes.
- He just left his body
- His collection of substances that should not exist was stolen. The thieves then killed themselves 1000 times over.
- His name came up like a match on wooden me
- As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
- He Died with a Felafel in His Hand
- I knew enough about him to know his name and what kind of snowball he could make
- 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 found a liquid cure for his landlocked blues
- Call me back when hair starts growing on his palms
- 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.
- So he's dressed a little differently and he has a halo-like light above his head.
- mr. T pities the fool regardless of whether he is wearing his seatbelt
- Sparkling like a star in his hand, melting like a snowflake
- His version was better
- i like his madness
- His mouth tastes like blood and sugar.
- It's not so much that I like him as a person God, but as a boy he's very handsome
- Oedipus-Schmedipus, as long as he loves his mother
- His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
- She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
- In the end, he could quiet his mind only by dying
- Of King Sigmund's last battle, and of how he must yield up his sword again
- He will have the taste of warm ripe fruit in his mouth
- why is the great man great? he keeps on running through a world of his own.
- He was like the bottle of Champagne Krug
- He Had Not Where To Lay His Head
- Johnny Clueless was there, with his Simulated Wood-Grain
- Amakuni once drew an old sword of his from a box, suddenly overjoyed by something he had cast aside.
- He began to learn that waste flows downstream. Imagine his surprise.
- He tells me that I could have his heart and I want to take it right then, slip it into my pocket and run
- He made a way to his anger
- he is too shy to write his tale
- His mournful lamenting, like smoke on the mountains
- It Was a Lover and His Lass
- His voice is like something from a distant age, the voice of the earth itself, the voice of a tree, the voice of a stone.
- His love was enormous; it cleared rooms that desperately wanted to be full.
- I like to imagine that Bond's firing the tank shells out of his mouth
- unfortunately, his entire corpus was composed in English, and so has been lost to the ravages of time
- The cult leader poured himself a drink and started on about his plans, and I wondered how the priest was getting on
- So I'm wrestling with the demoness while the priest is trying not to soil his vestments, and Faust is just sitting there like an idiot
- My man was shot for his sheep coat
- but you had his eyes and that was sort of almost enough
- waiting for his arms to fold like wings around her
- How Quetzalcoatl Got His Groove Back
- his whole life, like a thundercloud, out in front of him
- He's dead, Jim. You grab his wallet, I'll grab his tricorder.
- "I see," said the blind man to his deaf wife as he picked up his hammer and saw
- How many times has God twiddled his thumbs before he put vertebrates on the Earth?
- To me he is a daisy and I keep trying to count his petals
- Of course I refused, afraid of what his hands might feel like
- Mr. Lunch liked to chase birds. In fact, he was a professional.
- He weaves his words
- He lived in southern California with his tanned, powdered mother
- If a frog had wings, he wouldn't kick his tail when he jumped
- He who does not forget his first love will not recognize his last
- judge a captain not by his shipwrecks, but by whether or not he blames the sea
- He's a feminist. He tells that to all his mistresses.
- His memory perishes from the earth, and he has no name in the street.
- It's easier to kick a praying man, because he's on his knees already
- I saved his life. He does not know it.
- He flops over and bonks his head
- Since his eyes were like perfect packed suitcases
- He wakes up everyday, puts an empty gun in his mouth, and pulls the trigger.
- I don't remember what life was like when I was seven. I like the taste of air. What should I do?
- He Was Only Joking
- My friend is dating someone who likes him far more than he likes her
- Picked his bones in whispers
- I thought he was a man but he was just a little boy
- She was coming out as he was going in.
- I like the way he reads poetry
- Even as he watched the sea rise up like anger
- 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.
- He was hard in all the wrong places
- On His Blindness
- His hips know the original dance
- He Never Told Me My Eyes Were Like Diamonds
- He did very little harm
- At least he was gentle
- He was born with the gift of logic but the inability to use it
- He was confirming to himself that they were laughing with him after all
- some say he was never here at all
- He was found
- He was there, and then he wasn't, and with him went those memories
- Jesus said, "I love him, for he is my brother." He was talking about everyone.
- Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!
- The General in his Labyrinth
- Augie van Smith blushed and wiped chocolate off his lips
- The Boy with the Thorn in His Side
- Like the Back of My Hand
- Shaymus is older than I thought he was
- Then again, maybe he was recruiting for a cult
- 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.
- You Forget Sometimes There Was Sunshine Back Then
- She grew a little older, while he was telling her
- Wheresoever he went, there was Eden
- An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
- She couldn't imagine that he liked dancing
- He was the kind of man who shacked up for shelter
- he likes to watch you walk
- he smokes like a cello plays
- He made me promise I would do this when I was next sad. So I promised myself I would not be sad again.
- It was 1992. He smiled.
- He smokes like a fish and drinks like a chimney
- Once there was a bug in a hole that he dug
- When I was 21, he was building a Time Machine
- he was a punk poet himself
- That's Just How He Was
- sometimes, after an adventure, he likes to sit out there and think
- He Looked Like the Summer
- making certain he was touching her
- He always dreamed about subjects such as the very nature of the soul
- he was alive, and some of the other people, they were carbon copies
- He was a man stuck between the objective and the subjective
- his
- His Serene Highness Prince Rainier III
- A Boy and His Dog
- The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
- he's like someone living in a dream
- He backed the verbal car into the garage, only to crash it into the wall
- he did not look back. he walked slowly. he might stop at any time.
- bringing me back to when less was worth more
- How Candide Was Brought Up in a Magnificent Castle and How He Was Driven Thence
- He's not the messiah, he's a very naughty boy
- Would you take your shoes back now, i think I know what it is like to be you.
- I don't know what he was listening for, but he wasn't listening
- "He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
- More than he was willing to give
- "He" is actually a buxom blonde bisexual sorority girl. The net is like that.
- just because it was an accident doesn't mean it'll come back to life
- The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist
- He brings me books like flowers
- I married him because he was not mean
- It was late when he came home; it woke you up
- He Was a Crook
- Donald Duck was banned in Finland because he doesn't wear pants
- Tom, He was a Piper's Son
- The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
- He thinks a path and travels the emptiness that was there
- He wasn't programmed to be a tenor, he was programmed to be a physician!
- He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
- So I was balls deep in the guy's ass that night when he turns to me and asks for a kiss. Damn. What a fag.
- She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
- he listened so well, he was still curious.
- All he left her was alone
- The Marlboro Man died of cancer, but he wasn't a rocket scientist when he was healthy, ha ha ha.
- He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
- Let's shoot Cupid, see how he likes it
- The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
- He had fallen in love, but I'm pretty sure the hellhound was only in it for the belly rubs
- She wore a bit more makeup than he generally liked
- He probably builds trebuchets still: Satan needs to modernize, like totally!
- The class valedictorian was still tripping balls when he was bailed out in time to give the commencement speech at graduation
- he looks a little like you... so i would rather talk about other pretty girls
- The Trial: Andrew Johnson was not guilty of the crimes for which he was impeached.
- It is safe to say that I'm going to get my payback if he is anything like me.
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