Findings:
- we can push our own buttons like adolescent gods
- You shine in the eyes of lovers we complicate, accidentally, lending our own critiques and eyebrows to time
- Let us be our own pornographers
- Maybe when we drown the fish will be our friends
- Attempting to harness the engine of our own destruction, only humans are so foolish.
- We would rather drown in a sea of tears than alter our beliefs.
- Legislation to save us from our own stupidity
- We stole the guest list and replaced it with our own
- Farewell to one of our own, one of our best (document)
- we will replace the stars with machines of our own creation
- if we are to be lies, we will be lies of our own making
- Monsters of our own longings
- our own personal movies
- our own little patch of dixie
- The land of our fathers, stolen before we knew it was our own
- Who owns our writeups?
- we are starving because we are afraid of our own hearts, and there must be another way
- We each deal with our own demons
- geniuses in our own time
- moment after moment, we have to find our own way
- Why don't we become completely independent and make our own everything
- Killing Our Own
- A Riot of Our Own
- in cities not our own
- It is Folly to Measure the True and False by Our Own Capacity
- Can we ever truly act against our own interests?
- drown
- drowned in a pool
- Is it less painful to drown in salt water or fresh water?
- The ringing has been drowned out by voices
- On a favourite cat, drowned in a tub of gold fishes
- Drown Me Not, You Cruel Tears
- The Fish and the Drowned Man
- Drowned Ammet
- Can you drown a fish?
- drown (user)
- I could drown in your eyes
- She drowns quietly and without complaint
- Drowned Wednesday
- The shower drowns out the shutter-click.
- Let's smash letterboxes and drown postcards and slaughter postmen.
- They Were Wrong, So We Drowned
- Where the stars do drown
- How to not drown in the surf
- would float or tread water. Or drown in it.
- The river flows and I will drown myself.
- In Careless Act, 17 Drown, 3 Survive.
- the river doesn't need a name to drown you
- A few wisps of clouds linger, reluctant ghosts of drowned fisherman
- Hope runs down the crevices of your soul and drowns you
- She's a Late Spring Storm and I am Begging to Drown in the Downpour
- left up to you i'd drown in the desert
- When someone was willing to drown with me, I really didn't want to drown anymore
- Our Lady Peace
- The United States' upcoming war with China
- our first time
- the better angels of our nature
- Some of our best friends are three minutes long
- TV is the alien sitting in our home
- Time has imprisoned us in the order of our years
- We are Our Stories
- Our Balls Are Bigger
- They killed our Lord
- Our Father
- Do we forgive our fathers in their time or in our time?
- the world will be remade in our image
- Our way or the highway
- parlance of our times
- We nod our approvals in other ways
- Semen Vampire Succubus
- Ain't Nobody's Business if You Do: The Absurdity of Consensual Crimes in Our Free Country
- our sun
- -our
- Ours
- our new friend, the ten-foot pole
- Things that give our life meaning
- Our work and why we do it
- Nazi Supermen Are Our Superiors
- a copy of our home game
- Bad Boys Rape Our Young Girls But Violet Gives Willingly
- What Happened to Our Two Travelers with Two Girls, Two Monkeys, and the Savages, Called Oreillons
- Our last conversation
- We must increase our bust!
- Our Dumb Century
- Reform our politics
- The television screen of our collective unconscious
- Our Position Against Suicide
- Is our ultimate economic goal death?
- On Seeing a Piece of Our Heavy Artillery Brought into Action
- A Mighty Fortress Is Our God
- Of our Methods of Recognizing one another
- Let's just turn our children into burbling idiots
- Our Singing Strength
- Concerning our Priests
- Of the Doctrine of our Priests
- Perhaps God is our future, not our past
- Our Delaware
- the stars that change our minds
- If by Dull Rhymes our English must be Chain'd
- Our Old Feuillage
- Six Myths of Our Time
- Our Lady of Mount Carmel
- Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of God as we understood Him
- Admitted to God, to ourselves and to another human being the exact nature of our wrongs
- If our genitalia were on our hands
- A Proposal For An Expedition To Our Hollow Earth
- The world would be in much better shape if our leaders were hamsters
- Texas, Our Texas
- I don't think we're old enough to know if we're alcoholics at our age
- If we had a more developed tailbone, would we wag our tail?
- Does the pace of technology outpace our ability to use it for good?
- Everything is the Endless Exposition of Our Existence
- We only use 10% of our brain
- Our Rubbish Dreams
- Why do we think we can give a score to our happiness?
- Be our drone
- No Regrets for Our Youth
- One Man Army
- Do's Intro: Our Purpose - The Simple Bottom Line
- Your beliefs are your concern, just please don't let them creep into our secular argument
- our sister
- Passing through the barrier of our eyes
- The Year of Our Lord
- Eyesight resolution
- thefez: our global nightmare
- This is our ool. Notice there is no P in it. Please keep it that way.
- All our Lousy Candidates
- Our memory of the moments
- Tenchi, go get some more *hic* TEA!
- Giving our kids something to rebel against
- Misconceptions about our conception
- C'est un ours mal léché
- When you had left our pirate fold
- with cat-like tread upon our prey we steal
- The condom is the glass slipper of our generation
- We are all sitting on our asses, simultaneously staring blankly at computer screens all over the world
- Our Final Goodbye
- Governments cannot be trusted with our personal information
- How Our Bodies Are Used--and Our Minds
- Our Name is Mud
- I'd love to go back to the late 80's and tell them about our time
- Our Town
- Math is not a social construct: Our understanding of math is a social construct
- If you don't want us to look at your breasts, don't shove them in our faces
- 'Twas people! People soiled our green!
- Our American Heritage, Volume 1
- Pain and beauty, our constant bedfellows. Young as I was, I understood.
- We left our dead where they lay and the sand preserved them
- We're on our way to being GODS!
- Who's Rating our Games?
- Happy endings are not our birthright.
- The leaky ceiling saved our night
- Our hearts were hard, but they were warm
- Sprillowed Sprawling Predictions on Our Future
- The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
- We are the People Our Parents Warned Us About
- Our love sustains me far beyond the gold horizon
- Our sensei
- Why the alternate worlds in science fiction are never our world
- Why do we hurt when our loved ones die?
- Our Lady of Lourdes (user)
- Nostalgia filled our lungs every time we inhaled
- There's no 'eak' in our off-peak
- Changing our lives
- Death is our business and business is good
- Our Share of Night to Bear
- Anarchism and Our Times
- Why should we trust our conscience?
- The Enemies of Our Enemies
- Grave Are The Hairs On Our Asses
- Our warning signs will protect us
- Dreams Of Our Fathers
- the death of our flowers
- Gravity's on our side
- Our little girl Susan is a most admirable slut, and pleases us mightily
- The Dancefloor is our Mother. Her heart beats at 125 BPM.
- Our Fathers of Old
- Our Bodies, Ourselves
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