Findings:
- No dreamer’s diagram so symmetrical and so faultless on paper can guarantee anything. Only we can guarantee, only our behavior under pressure.
- The only thing stopping us is the pressure. If your machine can withstand it, we are already on our way.
- Our music, in place of breadcrumbs, is there to help us find our way back home
- It is only in marriage with the world that our ideals can bear fruit: divorced from it, they remain barren.
- Do you believe, dear reader, that there exists a slender gossamer thread binding you and and I together in our shared humanity? Say 'yes', and we will face the onslaught of the unreal together.
- The land of our fathers, stolen before we knew it was our own
- Flagtown Halloween: Year of Our Lord Two Thousand and Two
- The world would be in much better shape if our leaders were hamsters
- A Proposal For An Expedition To Our Hollow Earth
- Our music, in place of breadcrumbs, is there to help us find our way back home.
- We only use 10% of our brain
- socketes matures during 4 14 years. - reflections upon an obscure Dadaist genius in our midst; or, how I learned to stop worrying and love the troll.
- If only our tongues were made of glass, how much more careful we would be when we speak.
- The moustaches of our Spanish masters and before that the very birds of Minerva
- Our love is eternal. The night will end. The dragon is forever. Good wil prevail. Mother sits on her throne.
- Why do we think we can give a score to our happiness?
- When our word was iron
- They were getting into riot gear as we sipped our wine
- Now is the winner of our discount tent made gory in slumber by this summoned orc
- We once played this same game, but with only our words
- We can Build with our Stitches
- Maybe if we're lucky the person dreaming our lives will wake up
- our backs are strong. we can carry this world.
- use our patented Brain Wizard to select a model
- You're in our world now
- Like language barriers. We are frozen within our homes. The windows begin to mean less and less.
- The Dancefloor is our Mother. Her heart beats at 125 BPM.
- Back when our blood was still warm
- Our malls are only getting larger.
- Our minds bend and twist in the wind, our bodies fall apart, and the ghosts we leave behind have only one question: Where Have You Been?
- Time has imprisoned us in the order of our years
- Only my hours spent gaming will stand between our world and total destruction
- I used to think of sobriety as a purgatory, and that to be under the influence of drugs was relief from it. Now that I'm older I believe the opposite to be true.
- Our rover can kick your lander's ass!
- This Was Our Pact
- A profile is never motionless before our eyes
- Our music is in place of breadcrumbs to find our way back
- Does the pace of technology outpace our ability to use it for good?
- TV is the alien sitting in our home
- The Year of Our Lord
- The Best Years of Our Lives
- Pain and beauty, our constant bedfellows. Young as I was, I understood.
- Our love is eternal. The night will end. The dragon is forever. Good will prevail. Mother sits on her throne.
- Do we forgive our fathers in their time or in our time?
- Our way or the highway
- Early, before our hands knew what to do
- What Happened to Our Two Travelers with Two Girls, Two Monkeys, and the Savages, Called Oreillons
- We find tonight what was hidden beneath our hearts
- Our nostalgia ghosts are ready to take your place
- This is our place
- Attempting to harness the engine of our own destruction, only humans are so foolish.
- Our place in time is never exact
- and we're already on our way
- we all spend ten years trying to find our voice
- In our youths our hearts were touched with fire
- Can we ever truly act against our own interests?
- We have the right to use our bodies as weapons.
- we can push our own buttons like adolescent gods
- We've received your resume, and we're entering your credentials in our companywide database
- I don't think we're old enough to know if we're alcoholics at our age
- You do realise that this is going to be our lives for the next ten years?
- If our genitalia were on our hands
- And if terrorists wanted to communicate secretly, mightn't they just do so by collaborating on a 'draft' here at e2? Can the NSA check on our drafts? Who knows? Inquiring minds want to know, Jay!
- the better angels of our nature
- the places we keep our dead
- We're on our way to being GODS!
- Homes for Our Troops
- a copy of our home game
- we carry home on our backs
- Now is the Winter of Our Miss Content
- Now Thank We All Our God
- Our hearts were hard, but they were warm
- Now is the winter of our discontent
- your mother defenestrates Hillary Clinton and our ash tray.
- It will only make our insides burn until we are nothing but ash.
- The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
- Our obsessions almost killed me, but now here we are, talking like normal human beings
- This broken jaw of our lost homes
- Tenchi, go get some more *hic* TEA!
- Only trusted fingers trace our bare backs
- The Place Promised in Our Early Days
- our first time
- Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of God as we understood Him
- All our Lousy Candidates
- Our sensei
- Ain't Nobody's Business if You Do: The Absurdity of Consensual Crimes in Our Free Country
- C'est un ours mal léché
- Bad Boys Rape Our Young Girls But Violet Gives Willingly
- We nod our approvals in other ways
- We are Our Stories
- Our Share of Night to Bear
- Everything is the Endless Exposition of Our Existence
- 'Twas people! People soiled our green!
- Our Town
- Our Father
- our new friend, the ten-foot pole
- I don't believe in God or the soul but these machines can make me cry
- Ours
- Why I poison the atmosphere and deplete our natural resources
- Math is not a social construct: Our understanding of math is a social construct
- Six Myths of Our Time
- with cat-like tread upon our prey we steal
- Why the alternate worlds in science fiction are never our world
- Our American Heritage, Volume 1
- Our
- Why do we hurt when our loved ones die?
- Changing our lives
- Things that give our life meaning
- -our
- The Happiest Days of Our Lives
- The Enemies of Our Enemies Part 2
- There's no 'eak' in our off-peak
- Our Lady of Mount Carmel
- If we had a more developed tailbone, would we wag our tail?
- Our Rubbish Dreams
- Admitted to God, to ourselves and to another human being the exact nature of our wrongs
- our sister
- No Regrets for Our Youth
- When you had left our pirate fold
- Why don't we become completely independent and make our own everything
- The leaky ceiling saved our night
- The condom is the glass slipper of our generation
- Giving our kids something to rebel against
- Do's Intro: Our Purpose - The Simple Bottom Line
- We left our dead where they lay and the sand preserved them
- Our love sustains me far beyond the gold horizon
- Who's Rating our Games?
- We are all sitting on our asses, simultaneously staring blankly at computer screens all over the world
- Death is our business and business is good
- in cities not our own
- Some of our best friends are three minutes long
- the world will be remade in our image
- Our Balls Are Bigger
- They killed our Lord
- On Our Backs
- Anarchism and Our Times
- our own little patch of dixie
- our sun
- Why should we trust our conscience?
- The Enemies of Our Enemies
- Our work and why we do it
- parlance of our times
- Nazi Supermen Are Our Superiors
- the stars that change our minds
- Our Old Feuillage
- Texas, Our Texas
- a place which you can only see for a moment before waking
- If by Dull Rhymes our English must be Chain'd
- Be our drone
- We have learned our lessons well
- Work - The Scourge of Our Generation
- Misconceptions about our conception
- Your beliefs are your concern, just please don't let them creep into our secular argument
- One Man Army
- Eyesight resolution
- Governments cannot be trusted with our personal information
- Our memory of the moments
- I'd love to go back to the late 80's and tell them about our time
- thefez: our global nightmare
- Our Trees in Spring
- Our Name is Mud
- Our Final Goodbye
- If you don't want us to look at your breasts, don't shove them in our faces
- Happy endings are not our birthright.
- How Our Bodies Are Used--and Our Minds
- This is our ool. Notice there is no P in it. Please keep it that way.
- Sprillowed Sprawling Predictions on Our Future
- Passing through the barrier of our eyes
- The United States' upcoming war with China
- Our Lady Peace
- Our Lady of Lourdes (user)
- Nostalgia filled our lungs every time we inhaled
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