The Ladder
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#1351 | I'm casting again. For "lines" my heart bestows. The same way fashion baits exception. At "teardrop button" throws. _ |
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#1352 | Cleaning up after ourselves. Just wait I have to mop the "scores". Well yes I do have a puppet ear. Which reminds me to lock the doors. _ |
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#1353 | Are you "seeing" a hundred dollars. Breaker Breaker where are you at. I'm suing all the happiness. I didn't do it "and I think" that's that. _ |
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#1354 | One Karen and lots of bumble bees. And the knowing you're there for me. Do you see how I'm "being a minute". Hands in my pockets "facing trees". _ |
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#1355 | Chemtrails in a handful. No-way there's highways in an eye. Where in the world is that giant airport. Where I'm allowed to shy. _ |
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#1356 | Robbers "are the internet". X-rays "are just their gum". Sharing micro-berries by the soulful. Where seven seconds has become just one. _ |
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#1357 | Capable of smiling with stubble gone. Touched all stars but was it worth it. Arm strong but nothing to say. Come see for yourself the storms fit. _ |
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#1358 | It wasn't quite so hard as shut-up. But the grass was ridden-hay. Today I got a sweet proposal: Sternum buried man's expressions yay! _ |
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#1359 | I'll sit right here and watch! Prim and, proper as cloned feet can be. Selling them as mere-action. Fifty words as were-from me. _ |
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#1360 | My name is desperation. Come and visit us if you fall. Where you can visit Doctor Tea. Pure Coventry on his wall. _ |
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#1361 | They had a real chance of sitting here. Who had no stupid brains. I certainly, wouldn't want one. They immediately number rains. _ |
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#1362 | That little structure, (my ordered mind). That way to heaven's gold. Where lady Chance! Mops Allot. And her river looks so hold. _ |
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#1363 | Winds dangerously forecast as high. Cold makes true-night-schools end. Here I would trade my coffee for. A map to here home-stems. _ |
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#1364 | There's an empty theatre in my Dreamscape. Where Ottawa wins all my rhymes. Where to this way we sat alone. And her British accent shines. _ |
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#1365 | I pronounce us Popeye punching bags. While the world lets us pause and eat. To buoyancy let's toast then touch shoes. Because we keep our hearts in our feet. _ |
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#1366 | All knowing brains cannot unexist. They just want to teach someone a lesson. Every blame helps hoard no zeros. And wisdom is a lean in session. _ |
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#1367 | A thinker's thoughts made of smallest thoughts. Made of land made of land where the angle shops. There among memories made of memories lots. I make favorite longings made of hiding spots. _ |
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#1368 | There's only one pillow for people like us. So it has to, occupy the timeless rush. So I almost called you again last night. Hoping you could please, move just in one touch. _ |
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#1369 | I guess good needs a frigid shine. So any mean might show. I walked into a room so bright. So clean no greed could pro. _ |
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#1370 | I am just a camera. So please don't merry me. Hold me very still like drama. To see a world I see. _ |
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#1371 | That's a week for Danny. And that's a big issue squared. He's gotten married. With lots of cold over there. _ |
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#1372 | He knew. Like "where do you want to place the shed". He's very tired. Like Iron Puffs. Versatile and red. _ |
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#1373 | Many people are so-down to earth. But not me. More like being night for them. I'm free. _ |
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#1374 | My ideas come from neurons honest. Where I've studied long for promise. Where I've looked-out from dreams for-glory. And known my lightning's stories. _ |
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#1375 | Yes you heard me right. I said because my-pants are pleasurable. Turn them "off and on" but don't forget. And that's it. _ |
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#1376 | To speak I need to mold a vision. Let us raise a toast and laugh. But know a thought divides a wisdom. Let us mourn its other half. _ |
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#1377 | And all that changes I'll Just-bet. He is seriously letting her go. Your brain's funny. Sadly some disease. Please "play" Rock a Bye-Intimacy low. _ |
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#1378 | Rain cheque. Got it. Just her beauty. Well mainly I "built" that show. I think she's right about her heros. She sings their "songs", but really slow. _ |
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#1379 | So lets get to work. I'll show you guys on Monday. November is the "month" mothers want to be. It's amazing he writes "poetry" that tall. I think there's a "mistake" in his bottle. That's all. _ |
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#1380 | Wow now-she can "get" publicity. Like "events". But her "arms" are still right here. My news-brothers are coming down. All that alien-stuff is weird. _ |
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