The Ladder
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#1471 | There are non-words we know aren't true. Olfactory-hallucinations have never "spelled". Oh brave new Internet that has such Tip-Quips. And forest fast-trucks-tractoring her compels. _ |
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#1472 | Meander! Often writes like me. And then brings back. Responsibility! _ |
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#1473 | "Tylenol" try monitoring this. I don't want you to get nervous "beyond" the guards. And I hear a-drunk saying don't do this "again". But I've got an idea "here" pretend. _ |
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#1474 | Creepy isn't it what man is doing? Echoing vibrations in all his wooing. With all of me, I shake frequency. But tea just want's some brewing. _ |
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#1475 | He "is" her son. So he's in the sun "today". In this "facility" are contaminated seats. We need to keep all "moms" from them. Imagine if we had fifty hours to "neat". _ |
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#1476 | Second story the rise of mouse. "Hunger" tell the lost machine. "Bacon" ride the El-Capitan. It has "hammers" soft as cream. _ |
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#1477 | "Laugh" and get away from of the spokes "of" the moon. Where by and large that's true. He was being "roofed" where flies are dead. For Maggie then. Because she's womb. _ |
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#1478 | Does that sound "clown" funny? Likely not. It only Capricorns' the heart. And sparkles-rich with numbers. Where breakfast helps allot. _ |
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#1479 | So make the famous stitch in two. Any-college "climb" will do. And if China will participate. I've heard the sun will too. _ |
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#1480 | Low or high walks into "the" door. And tells the fabric more. Soft as-is the message was. That's not-what words are for. _ |
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#1481 | Oh my god. That worked out well. I've gotten "very" lucky here. I'll ampersand that lucky-thought. And her "valedictorian" tear. _ |
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#1482 | So what's the "difference"? Well those are the very pages. Just bite your apple-soup whatever. So full of antique-sages. _ |
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#1483 | Then nail the roof to make it last. And pelicans will-rise from floor. But never mind the walking "through". No rust will give them more. _ |
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#1484 | Within the "actuality" at a party. Where "focus" cleans the "lean". Where all "expenses" turn to luck. Who sleeps within their dreams. _ |
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#1485 | Just read the books called "Cap your Business". And "Dandelions in Short Supply". "Rough Housing Anyone". And "Generals in Disguise". _ |
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#1486 | Such "applications" have two-fists. Because "humanity The-Bird" can't soar. And one-wren lifted up the only cup. The "song bath" of outdoors. _ |
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#1487 | Because "last night" the software won. With it's goodness great as sky. Waiting for fifty-bucks behaving. Very very sorry Miss. Their antlers are-shy. _ |
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#1488 | The non-cynical pinnacle. Is the hilltop I hope to found. Where they forgive a poem for pausing. And poets choose higher ground. _ |
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#1489 | Angie's taking off now? So I'll have to do the paper work. And there it is! The pooh and glee. Please don't critique my river fork. _ |
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#1490 | I do not like to see men gamble. They play by an unspoken rule. Until the most dangerous person wins. Always beats a fool. _ |
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#1491 | It's mostly just explanation now. Because I forget what makes me cry. My neighbours. Oh yea, that's one thing. Hey isn't that my sky. _ |
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#1492 | Looking up at many loaves of bread. On top of a refrigerator asking. Just when is a man a man. And where is his dream of lasting. _ |
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#1493 | Like an irresistible supermodel. Showing the newest unapproachable fashions. Like a woman setting up her first art show. Of artificial fruit in a restaurant, passions. _ |
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#1494 | To show gravity or centrifugal force. Which is better the skate or scam. To be the endless towel dispenser. Or the empty picture frame with hidden plan. _ |
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#1495 | And I shall have a crystal mind. But liquid until then. So when you ask me for the time. I shall not defend when. _ |
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#1496 | A comedian testing the hearing of his audience. By increasingly elaborate means and drastics. Allure which always seems to be unheard. And perturbed are my favorite tactics. _ |
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#1497 | I'm too drawn for this. The redness and please. Out of the air! The him or me. _ |
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#1498 | I will have to turn the sound up! To find that treaty lost in violence. Your-brain impresses me. The-other side of silence. _ |
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#1499 | That's what we in the industry call. The nun to nun ratio sums. Where three out of every ten nuns are bad. But only to the other nuns. _ |
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#1500 | Where to shine the stance next week. Do not look or see. Style goes where newness leaks. The same for cost was we. _ |
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