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I will love them all when everyone else is long gone
Your job is to find kitten. This task is complicated by the existence of various things which are not kitten.
Rummage
I used to love women from afar. Of course, now they call it stalking.
The monsters of the past will be long forgotten by the time the general populace is ever forgiven
With the song still in them
I look for your face in every crowd
Guns don't kill people. Robots kill people.
What it feels like to eject from a jet fighter
Mommy, why are those ducks wrestling like that?
you're perpetually gone; and i lean my head against my palm in anticipation.
I will sell you all of me; complete. Starting price, ten dollars.
Half-forgotten memories that pop up randomly throughout one's life
The distance between us
War, Damned War, and Statistics
Dream Log: February 28, 2006
The Disintegration of the Persistence of Memory
The Songs of Distant Earth
I cannot find the right words to tell her this
Diagnosed with 6 months to live, I become a one-man-army
tumescence
When I'm long dead, the bee will win
Monkey, monkey, monkey, monkey, William Shatner
So this is what it takes
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