The Ladder
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#271 | Absolutely it will be like heaven. We've got this! What was that? Don't worry It was just an ocean mist. Like oil platforms. They are massive. But you knew that right? Let me peek at how Hibernia is doing. Invest in me tonight. _ |
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#272 | The core of a lightning bolt is the clumsiest tool. That gambles wrongly on what it thinks it should hate. Addicted to eighty years of bending. Details that won't go into the crate. _ |
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#273 | The mind is made of fractals. Tips and dreams are fractured hope. For time to change direction. Rhyme must know it's broke. _ |
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#274 | Oh cheese unfocus the evil eye. Until it becomes the most broad in scope. And impossible to guess where it might be looking. Within the vast before or the vast future hope. _ |
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#275 | If I owned a famous newspaper. I would name it, people doing what they want. And at the bottom of every page I'd print. A white rectangle for your tears to haunt. _ |
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#276 | Does anyone hear my song? Has it happened-somehow pastel grey? Can it carry a tune of old milk cartons? A progress, I noticed right away. _ |
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#277 | It's time for your birthday. Time to care again. You get to be my friend-again: Inside. I-imagine there: That was your shirt. And: the worms were wise. _ |
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#278 | Because the ears aren't numbered. And because science wore no dial. And because I heard know-all thunder. I seem to be up for the while. _ |
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#279 | Let me hear about that sun. That never sets, on me again. I know it's there, in-between all movies. And between, books I never lend. _ |
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#280 | A woman who focuses inward. And hears not how babies cry. And shields herself from the hungry quoting. Near the wishing they could say that's why. _ |
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#281 | Silly thinking laying down with arms, I paint myself. The march is even larger every time you hear me, Jackson. I'm a bit concerned; no one is going down there, Emily. I know science is science, but I've lost all powers, Chaplin. _ |
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#282 | Where you can hide your wishes under any rocks. With no needs of keys or combination locks. Where your hands can hold rains of long divisions. And leaves pile themselves in mourned decisions. _ |
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#283 | Hey don't stop now. The feeling "this down" good. Of course I mean philosophy. Let's "guess or rise" our meadow should. _ |
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#284 | A police officer. Pointing to a flower styles away. His heart strengthened. By his portrait so softly made. _ |
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#285 | I tried to scare you. But you're the beautiful one here. Mirror mirror? How do people do it? Protesting radiance. And trying to park sincere. _ |
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#286 | Each day I wake and drive another nail. To hold my house to the mountain brine. And hold in place the saddest face. You can buy with peace of mind. _ |
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#287 | At the coordinates of true fine arts. On the island of never preach. The drop of water, that is true man. Finds crevices not fit for speak. _ |
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#288 | Inside view of bagel-sandwich show. Fifteen to ends. Rottings to friends. Things my psychiatrist should know. _ |
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#289 | Come in, Mongrel Seven. How far is your assistance? I'd like to request an Airbus, with lights on in all the ways. I hate to say this, but this is how I found him. This is her guy. But he weighs tons more than sky. _ |
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#290 | From the photocopy of an important manual. Foot hard, to the imaginary rake's deep thought. Parliament protester, who dances like Michael Jackson. Even though no one ever gathers to watch. _ |
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#291 | Are there any good books that love me? Like how the Dewey Decimal system cries. Like that way I wrote ten thousand quatrains. And stored them in your eyes? _ |
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#292 | That's the lost in cost oscillations. When a mood can swing light years or shawls. Lightness when it wants more springs. Heaviness when it wants more falls. _ |
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#293 | Place is a place ruled by air. That wisps the loudest Hydrangeas. Where would you live with so much invisible. Tolerance for wrong ideas. _ |
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#294 | Imagine each gear so incredibly small. Time to look at your clockwork-universe. Now imagine each "thorn" moving immeasurable ratio. Time to turn on your cement-truck "turn a verse". _ |
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#295 | It was a very nice lunch thank you. Under every tree a signal. A stand up comedy you cannot breed. Because society defends its Tinkle. _ |
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#296 | You'll actually then have one-thought. For every one of her users. You'll actually need to buy a flower. Named "chance today of movers". _ |
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#297 | I have taken care of you to Mexico. We can eat our hot-crossed-buns. I'm sorry (very sorry). I'm blind too. In fact my stir fry just spelled it loves you-true. _ |
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#298 | Please just let me finish my song. Then I'll Rembrandt-where I left my hat. Early next year I saw aeroplanes fly. I just found a mistake for that. _ |
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#299 | His name is achy. Let's give him "vitamins and see". The whole beauty-of-oxygen is. He vultures you off key. _ |
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#300 | Let's pretend that you have a leg. A nice "bit of lonely" and a day. Two or three particles to rub together. And close to you some way. _ |
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