The Ladder
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#1321 | Have you ever had a cake Reggie. They put sugar on your side. Is that the basis for being one. News film to Vulcan pride. _ |
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#1322 | And he'll have a seventh. I guess there's no science-fiction hot. Did you ask for the hero's dear. No I just thanked "the you know what". _ |
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#1323 | I'm just stirring in some bills to pay. And auditions, "for You'll get Apple-Scoop". You have chosen wisely dear. Casting Call Distance "To the Caribbean-Soup". _ |
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#1324 | That they have to "sleep with cars". And ride tracks down to their ends. Lindsay "I saw your vision". Sleep holds your yada friends. _ |
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#1325 | But I see no "bounds in a car". Mac? Mr. Mackie. "number Ten". Your prince in a bottle sir. Try not to "dent her" again. _ |
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#1326 | In "Holly-Brook" did I mention. Soap tends to leave oil soft. We should probably collect the keys or something. Both lights and darks will wash. _ |
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#1327 | There's an argument. We must be pretty close to Tear. In order to tease them with one season. Let's throw "the art in gear". _ |
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#1328 | Magnetic earth. Be kind to me. Magnetic heavens. Leave time to be. _ |
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#1329 | Schweitzer. Would if she were sand. Enough. Lightning in her man. _ |
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#1330 | Ballerina. Would you take his hand. Locust. Can I have "you understand". _ |
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#1331 | Yes I have a moat "others call a ditch". Drainage some would call a brook. On a quiet night "I named upheaval". Others would name it look. _ |
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#1332 | Only one face "please this time". Stop "that" is not your safe. Your's is the wind "that the window screens". Horizons can never take. _ |
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#1333 | Answer anyway. Miss Best is barefoot in your cloves. Needless to say "needless wins". Rhymes!!! "hide yourselves from prose". _ |
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#1334 | Age twenty bought eyes. Enough to "asterisk name". Age fifty bought shy's. Enough to rust "window panes". _ |
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#1335 | Please tell me "what's in your head?" Marching towards the falls. I only know there's a "billion bright". Unchosen "poetic halls". _ |
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#1336 | I made fifteen bucks this month. Last week for you and-me "both". Like an ear, the drums were wet. What ever happened to "antidotes". _ |
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#1337 | Remember to "dive" in with your head. I'm just-staying five minutes for breakfast. Enjoying it as if cereal gains knew all. Small origins have ears noteworthy tall. _ |
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#1338 | Unfortunately it's a "guessing" game. We have no choice but to go back there. I heard if we "pretend" we were two maniacs. People would sell our fear. _ |
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#1339 | Yes that is me. He hears you too. He just wants coffee with "no" get out. It's just ilke "magic". If we turn "old radios" on. We melt. _ |
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#1340 | You-are a saint arin't you. Only Onassified you're broke. While neighbours hold their sentient hearings. Let breeze-announce your vote. _ |
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#1341 | Right now we must go this way. Yes, yes, yes you're right. Tongue ,tongue, a young "man connects". He'll be harmed if this isn't french-mission-night. _ |
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#1342 | Hey Gonzo, can you hear me. Stay here and trench these out. The rocks here are pretty-below your boots. And not fit to throw-away until "the all" is mot. _ |
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#1343 | Let's grab a cup of tea then. Let's listen "to those" soulful dries. Let's listen "to notes" that never should shout. They're playing our signatures. Pease "don't rub one out". _ |
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#1344 | I saw you were very talented. But I didn't teach you anything meek. And then I "threw" out my only phone. Called and raised. "seven thousand to your speak". _ |
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#1345 | But first I have to say my son is wasted. He's saying "four six - four six" half conscious. He must have some payments he forgot to tension. Take all that down and those gas-mask mentions. _ |
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#1346 | What-bought a new house? With shutup's wavering. Come on in. It has rooms for all of us wow. I don't really have to believe in it though. My desk is still my wife for now. _ |
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#1347 | Listing recently, I'm sad he owns the boundaries. Draw up his plans for my tea. Frozen pure exits now on screen. What could I "wear" still design free. _ |
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#1348 | Have you got a second. I'm nervous. Should I live under a shed or under a tree. Should I stay-away from all friends. Or paint the oceans in them I see. _ |
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#1349 | In the "gallery" with the cold counter. Beijing "makes fun of me". As "evening" I guess "that" dust must mumble. So glad their "brakes"can still reprieve. _ |
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#1350 | They sing of death, all helicopters. For man has touched his knows. Before such love like Grand-Parents. To play with "untill he mows". _ |
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