Findings:
- How many times has God twiddled his thumbs before he put vertebrates on the Earth?
- so pretentious I can't even breathe
- unfortunately, his entire corpus was composed in English, and so has been lost to the ravages of time
- God can create a stone so heavy even he can't lift it
- I wanted to see how many times he wouldn't ask.
- When the principal laughs so hard he can't suspend you
- Can God create a boulder so large He can't have anal sex with it?
- As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
- waiting for his arms to fold like wings around her
- So he's dressed a little differently and he has a halo-like light above his head.
- He stretched out his arms but she was not there
- Why would a god let so many of his "flock" stray?
- You can't see a man die hundreds of times and not think him immortal
- I kicked the Martian in his otherworldly balls, and he screamed like the solar wind howling through a planetary magnetosphere
- You Can't Do That on Stage Anymore
- He just wanted to give me something he forgot to give me a long time ago
- So Many Roads
- Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and start slitting throats
- I don't know where he gets his words but I like them
- He loved her so much, he wanted to do her autopsy
- I can't have an original idea anymore
- Synge and the Ireland of his Time: XI
- So Many Frequencies
- Why are so many Anime called {Adjective} {Occupation} {Proper Name} ?
- Synge and the Ireland of His Time
- I'm the only person who'd ever told him to his face he was beautiful.
- Words we can't say anymore
- You can't go there anymore
- my p166 isn't so cool anymore
- Of King Sigmund's last battle, and of how he must yield up his sword again
- I can't get a haircut today because I have too much free time
- 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
- Synge and the Ireland of his Time: VII
- So many people have come and gone, their faces fade as the years go by
- a great many things are dying very violently all the time
- He didn't want to be Gary anymore
- Days go by like sweet summer breeze; I don't know I... can't feel them anymore
- Are there still so many Nazis in Germany?
- Synge and the Ireland of his Time: IX
- Seriously, I can't speak French, so can we just skip to the love-making part?
- Sometimes, I get so lonely I can't stand being conscious.
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- I'm not HIS sister; he's MY brother
- So, he's leaving
- God can't be all good and all powerful at the same time
- And so he sailed the wine-dark sea
- judge a captain not by his shipwrecks, but by whether or not he blames the sea
- He found a liquid cure for his landlocked blues
- I should ask my barber where he gets his hair cut, then go there and slowly make my way up the chain
- And then he ran into my knife. He ran into my knife ten times.
- why is the great man great? he keeps on running through a world of his own.
- one kid against the fence, scuffed shoes, probably a trumpet case at his feet
- Tomorrow, he must tell her that he doesn't love her anymore.
- His socks do not have a smell, which is so courteous.
- History of His Own Time
- Synge and the Ireland of his Time: With Synge in Connemara
- I have lost many things, so many
- Why do so many people wear glasses?
- i can't love you anymore
- you can't love him anymore.
- Among strangers who will say so many things to fill our ears
- so many books
- I never dreamed I'd need so many people
- Some days there are so many words I need all three notebooks
- Strange man makes permanent visit
- Synge and the Ireland of his Time: II
- I'm so pissed I can't stand up
- Reality can't be whatever I want it to be, but maybe it's not so clear-cut, you know?
- follow us into the black, so far that we can't get back
- I can't operate on this boy; he is my son
- Oedipus-Schmedipus, as long as he loves his mother
- He needed to repeat some well-used mantra of love just one more time
- i can't smoke with you anymore
- In the end, he could quiet his mind only by dying
- He said 'tentacle porn', so I stuck my dick in a toaster and went from there
- It can't rain all the time
- Papa Doesn't Love His Children Anymore
- got to be good looking cause he's so hard to see
- You haven't seen it and you don't understand. I have malice. I have cruelty. The little fire that's always been inside me isn't so little anymore.
- I can't see your planet in the sky anymore
- He probably thinks he is doing fine
- he listened so well, he was still curious.
- He who does not forget his first love will not recognize his last
- I knew enough about him to know his name and what kind of snowball he could make
- He vowed not to consider any time interval shorter than one hour.
- he looks a little like you... so i would rather talk about other pretty girls
- He probably builds trebuchets still: Satan needs to modernize, like totally!
- He made a way to his anger
- and now forever frozen in time he
- He Would Close His Eyes, and the World Would Burn.
- He's a feminist. He tells that to all his mistresses.
- It's possible to suck on a straw and breathe at the same time
- Galileo: A Democrat Before His Time
- Synge and the Ireland of his Time: X
- Synge and the Ireland of his Time: VI
- Synge and the Ireland of his Time: VIII
- Synge and the Ireland of his Time: XII
- Synge and the Ireland of his Time: Preface
- So while Faust is busy trying to wipe the blood off his face and Shorty's trying to claw his eyes out, I mosey away and try my hand at storming the castle
- For every rich man who tries to leave this world for a better one with his fancy tomb surrounded by mourners, there are many more who perish alone in the cold, forgotten by all but God.
- His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
- His collection of substances that should not exist was stolen. The thieves then killed themselves 1000 times over.
- Words may sound funny if you repeat them aloud too many times
- I had not thought death had undone so many
- The man of his times
- Synge and the Ireland of his Time: V
- no beer, so Henry orders a double espresso during his parole appointment
- Why are there so many crazy people on the Internet?
- Do you know how many times you've woken up at 4:15 with deep insights?
- I used to have so many dreams
- Why did so many animals return to the sea
- Why are there so many 1964 nickels?
- Insulting softlinks
- Official Rationalization: Why I See So Many Freaks in the City
- Huddled shoulders and bent backs, like so many shadows
- So many dynamos!: And Other Palindromes
- The city. So many lights you can actually pretend one of them's shining on you.
- So many were frozen, but you we kept warm
- scattered like so many fallen rose petals
- I don't get many things right the first time
- Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few
- A guitar is easy in his hands / so is an airplane / so is a pen
- Real hackers start their own IRC networks so that they can't be traced by the FBI
- Crystal Meth and the retail market
- No matter how wise an old sheep, he can't teach a fish how to polevault
- every time i breathe
- I can't operate this robot; he is my son
- The "He can't tell the difference" beer commercial
- Chewbacca can't pronounce his own name
- when i wake up i can't remember what it was. it's so hard to smuggle something out of a dream.
- buildings so tall you can't even see the tops of them
- On what it is like to be so crazy you can't sleep
- You can't please all of the people all of the time
- Even as he laid dying in my arms
- It's not so much that I like him as a person God, but as a boy he's very handsome
- How the Old Woman Took Care Of Candide, and How He Found the Object of His Love
- He Died with a Felafel in His Hand
- As I looked back, he was reveling in his own feces
- To me he is a daisy and I keep trying to count his petals
- "I see," said the blind man to his deaf wife as he picked up his hammer and saw
- He's dead, Jim. You grab his wallet, I'll grab his tricorder.
- He is so heavy when he whispers
- He Had Not Where To Lay His Head
- 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.
- The time a thug punched my friend in the face because he could
- He weaves his words
- She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
- He will have the taste of warm ripe fruit in his mouth
- He flops over and bonks his head
- If a frog had wings, he wouldn't kick his tail when he jumped
- He is honest and forthright with strangers. He reserves his lies for his family
- I cried in his arms
- I saved his life. He does not know it.
- You can bear arms, but you can't bare breasts
- He lived in southern California with his tanned, powdered mother
- It's easier to kick a praying man, because he's on his knees already
- Victor Hugo once got so mad he threw a baseball through a dog
- When he was little, he laughed in his sleep.
- He throws his heart down like a gauntlet
- He speaks so well!
- he did not look back. he walked slowly. he might stop at any time.
- He made me promise I would do this when I was next sad. So I promised myself I would not be sad again.
- 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 had a prison of brass built in the hole, and then, when it was finished, he locked up his daughter
- He wakes up everyday, puts an empty gun in his mouth, and pulls the trigger.
- And so he sailed the wine-dark stars
- The class valedictorian was still tripping balls when he was bailed out in time to give the commencement speech at graduation
- His memory perishes from the earth, and he has no name in the street.
- He began to learn that waste flows downstream. Imagine his surprise.
- When I was 21, he was building a Time Machine
- mr. T pities the fool regardless of whether he is wearing his seatbelt
- he is too shy to write his tale
- He tells me that I could have his heart and I want to take it right then, slip it into my pocket and run
- Amakuni once drew an old sword of his from a box, suddenly overjoyed by something he had cast aside.
- When he was five, his father made him murder his imaginary friend.
- So says the preacher man, but... I don't go by what he says
- I think of my organs and fold my arms
- Synge and the Ireland of his Time: III
- Synge and the Ireland of his Time: XV
- Synge and the Ireland of his Time: IV
- Synge and the Ireland of his Time: I
- The kinda guy whose SO wants to install a video camera in his head
- Synge and the Ireland of his Time: XIV
- Synge and the Ireland of his Time: XIII
- He just left his body
- We can't heal a broken arm with some pretty band-aids.
If you Log in you could create a "his arms are probably folded inwards so many times he can’t breathe properly anymore." node. If you don't already have an account, you can register here.