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The Ladder
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| #121 | Like a man with no arms stretching back. Well seated at his station. With five displays and two computers. And creations. _ |
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| #122 | Direct deposit. See what the moon is teaching. Then "see-here" is my hook. He wishes to know in seconds bestow. Is it a gold-thing to establish "is this a woman or brook"? _ |
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| #123 | Whenever you count to three, you end up lying. What's that? What do you have to say? Yarr-wonder in your stealth, is your "curious" fat-free? Or too aggressive? Artist Emily, please speak-until "two to me." _ |
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| #124 | I would break the strongest ropes. That could hold where never clings. But I have the weakest of all hopes. And my curtains have two strings. _ |
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| #125 | You have to spell her name with an "x". She'll soon be speaking with that company's bear. Pay no attention to the sound of that contractor. You'll hear no currencies there. _ |
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| #126 | People are best described by the invisible alphabet. And complete thoughts are a nuance shamed. You see that distance over there for instance. That's the prettiest glance you've named. _ |
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| #127 | Under a brighter towel under better-places I've seen. What if suddenly afraid of their bootstraps, were words you-helped set free? And If they live through winter-well. Could they also live for me? _ |
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| #128 | Jump on your socks and touch me opposite. Be scientist-minded. And you'll need two trucks. Two trucks! I have had it. Then no Sundaes for you. No no! Ok, whatever it takes to enjoy your tea-for two. _ |
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| #129 | I'm going for a swim. That is not protected from us anymore. Is that it's lighthouse? i like that. Times per day times four. _ |
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| #130 | I'm going to ask you a few questions. You had a basket when you came? I bet with what-ever it is you were doing? Where-ever it is you're from. Name-science and code-Weavers correct? Umbrage and your name son. _ |
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| #131 | For someone drowning? I could never do that. And I can't be homeless, so I can never try clowning. All right, Mr. Rain, I hope you are keeping a log. Called how can my cat not be afraid of fog. _ |
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| #132 | A lot of things have happened. Have you ever Had a shot at star-day? No, I don't mean French Toast in the city. I mean, going out there on a gigabyte highway. _ |
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| #133 | How long have you been running? A wench ago by the darkest sustenance. Did you bite your finger? Was it part of the test? Yes then I grew up to heal the village circumference. _ |
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| #134 | A pink blimp made of party baloons. Flying below every sky. Knowing cleverly how to show. Both a world and hide. _ |
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| #135 | Gravitational forces do not leave my garden. A carpet over here does-not say. Yes upside-down barrels upon white sticks. Dad warns me by listening that way. _ |
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| #136 | As only as that spot of floor. You see after remembering yourself. After they've gone to bed for sure. And the world once again hoards wealth. _ |
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| #137 | Softer raisins? Oh, you mean safer. Well, as a military writer, I can hear their seashells marching thin. Sadly I'm not qualified to help them. I have no permanent pen. _ |
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| #138 | I don't like red. It is a terrible shape. It's distracting and full of autumn. Do you know how to start its machine? What did you do? Iron-Ore Lake is now so solemn. _ |
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| #139 | It is a comedy: of our style. But has anyone noticed: the west? And as they all just stood there. They tested their joke. On the love in an empty: robin's nest. _ |
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| #140 | Old man with walker seated in street. Talking to woman as children play. I want to drag race with those elite. The most unfast someday. _ |
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| #141 | Thick book test-one is dangerous. The experimental control is that Chinese vase. For appointments, talk with Charlie Brown. It's been a problem ever since such-frown. _ |
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| #142 | Don't leave the guys out. In the operation to remove the snow. It's more like a silence that fails on rails. He's magnificent. But why does he hurt himself? Who knows? _ |
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| #143 | Hello Alan. What are you writing? That does look like a box of stings. Brend thinks I'm in for a tummy of troubles. Good women are like plastic things. _ |
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| #144 | That's not the chair, but he "was" working. The real "proudest" event. I don't know if I can track that line. Just go. Someone is here with the auto-correct's intent. _ |
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| #145 | What is meanness? That "sometimes" kicking of-pipes. We have some wonderful animals here. Like Mr. Inches. Again and Again, stuck within a lamp's deride. And without such soggy inside-weather, we could not survive. _ |
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| #146 | Maybe a best shock doesn't have wings. Or the full sobriety of love. Time to try something? Are you sure? The flatbeds are in each singer's key. "Love love love". Like a tent. "That is all you need". _ |
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| #147 | Maybe, oh it's so exciting! By falling: I'll show how it happens free. All those generators walking about. What is it: it's anger at the setting sea? _ |
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| #148 | The greatest team in the world, nobody ever chooses. Ok, we will send it back for training. Is that a wrench it's using? We will need its help. Again and again. Hooray-Tuesdays! _ |
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| #149 | Would you like a cup of coffee. I know this place that's on no maps. Where the rivers are so lonely. They hide in the water taps. _ |
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| #150 | It's a process called. Sunglasses get-to the closer spots. That's good enough for me. Are you ready. Adjust the "dream smarter clocks". _ |
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