The Ladder
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#1021 | You would "have" to turn up the heat though. What's beneath "you" is dust to air. Why can't she go back to being Morse code. A moment in heaven. Or a highway slowed. _ |
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#1022 | I can't tell you. The day is still on the table and armies are advancing. Forests are forest in forty years. A spike in your Sunday. And the chanting ears. _ |
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#1023 | A park in the desert (fishing and purple baskets). You're intense. And my luck is gray. Answer the question boy. There's more on the way. _ |
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#1024 | Japan right? Hoover could use a clue. Telling the oak wood "I understand". I'm hurting "me". Not you. _ |
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#1025 | You know what? That-too is radio. Where "in" "the past" do you live. If you wanted his hands. You wanted cloth. Sorry I'm-just standing in. _ |
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#1026 | Adjacent to my own-flashers. Where a storm is moving through. A very basic energy on a hook. Modern wine wants "you" shy too. _ |
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#1027 | I have a question obviously. Can I take my "insect" to the doctor? I'm glad he hasn't placed-any fun. This is going to be "bad medicine" "son". _ |
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#1028 | What's dead-in-me "is" right here. Savings in-place. Electrocute him dear. There are eagles "here" in this Guy! With stilled-windows and stilled-eye. _ |
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#1029 | Bust me into your car. I saw too many cameras out there. I would like to make one request though. You should name all the shadows in here. _ |
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#1030 | I don't know why my feet are so touching. But by Monday they should forget about me. Both of you, it's time to forget about ourselves. And bank card, I would be surprised if you even had a fee. _ |
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#1031 | Hello moon. You're up next. I tried to move "that brother". My summer-fan is so nice. Stand-back voice-discovered. _ |
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#1032 | Nine were Wednesday. And leaped like gold to sand. Antique-ing into secrecy. Like barking is to band. _ |
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#1033 | Man never falls on his own icy driveway. The way spiders don't stick to their web. While we stand upon the words of history. Please forgive the slopes I've said. _ |
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#1034 | Come on. Who's going to eat a person. Radial numbers. I understand. Ashtrays emptied. Dishes up. If you decide it's fake, try sand. _ |
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#1035 | I've got your back here. Chew on this army. Radio hour. (time to find out). I'll show you a "blanket". Get the handsome out. _ |
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#1036 | Well that's impossible. It's-residency, isn't initiated until June. Here's a direct link to that question. Almost right. Almost broom. _ |
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#1037 | Woman arranging notes and graphics. On a cork-board seen when I look up. In the name of the game. That's for us. _ |
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#1038 | In a place, where it ends up. I have no idea what you're talking-about. Why is a man so glad to see you. Turning it into a game. Can I help. _ |
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#1039 | Man-unable to disembark-back door. Of an empty-bus dreaming-how. In an unexpected and dangerous location. What should he dream now. _ |
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#1040 | Upon the edge, two grasses. Blackened, so put the hatch back up. Some of my old stuff, one dime per wish. Not canary to anyone. _ |
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#1041 | He should disqualify you. He could amplify the world He wants to be a teacher. He wants to be sunshine. _ |
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#1042 | I'm imagining. The-neuron that could never will. That loves counting done elsewhere. That-gallery that will never thrill. _ |
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#1043 | If you're scared. Doughnuts can be good-as that. He sits up straight whenever deer-like him. Scared of far much more than shoulder-rite. _ |
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#1044 | I told you that happens up on deck. Water is always near lost enthusiasm. There always is that other grass. The one about all the things she understands. _ |
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#1045 | Lights in every appointment. The softness of every sand, its length. How two, can glue a snow sculpture. With the warmth of almost scent. _ |
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#1046 | That's amazing. How comical breath can be. Its song was almost once like me. With ultimate biases, whatever wind believes. _ |
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#1047 | Unroll any paper. That kissed the rivers and brooks for me. I hear the words, the ocean seas. But I prefer to give them all my opportunities. _ |
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#1048 | Are you sure you were there? Where was I? I just sat there. Is this my stomach? Oh god, no. You were no more. Then the Yankees, were ever snow. _ |
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#1049 | I think I'm turning resident. Definitely not. Here, rub this rabbit ten times Love bubbles are small in a soldier's mind. _ |
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#1050 | No, I won't kick your mask off. Mankind! You two are "not" assisting him. But you are both the same size. Would you carry him at least a hundred yards? _ |
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