The Ladder
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#1531 | A silent man with food hanging from his mouth. With sort of two women fine dining. A smart confident woman holding a drawing. Of her sweet soft self tree climbing. _ |
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#1532 | May I please get to know you. The same way a curse is long. The same way a man sings no lifetime. For a second of song. _ |
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#1533 | To that solution of the million loose rocks in a row. And the results of all fractions per year. In lieu of huge actions, I'll toast the microns of throw. And to the get there from here, here here. _ |
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#1534 | Should I love you with lines or curves. My paintbrush needs to know. Wherever decide becomes decision. That's where eye will go. _ |
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#1535 | With ties of untold believe strings. There's knowing there's a single strand. Excuse me miss have you seen things. I hear there's a distant hand. _ |
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#1536 | Wave, at the goodbye chair. Election night's tonight. Sound-down like a clown. Mini boats are glancing right. _ |
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#1537 | Arresting a government, man's-binary. On or Off like hoovering blend. As ghastly, as, interstellar space. Vacuuming my place again. _ |
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#1538 | I don't care what drugs they're on. They all-need hungry soup. Some people say nothing sad. Mad, mad, mad. _ |
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#1539 | Looking out a window. And seeing a communications-tower. Now fifty percent closer. Than it-has-been for hours. _ |
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#1540 | The fire logs, now are-plenty. No tip-toes over clothes. Burning alot, but never hearing. Five pennies in the loads. _ |
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#1541 | I am interested, by myself. In the Fran on channel wait. But the electric-eye is so sweet. I hold you so, too late. _ |
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#1542 | A hand with adhesive coloured buttons. Falling off when it thinks delusion. A celebrity hosting his own birthday bash. Sitting-alone avoiding-confusion. _ |
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#1543 | Maybe it changes, something in the air. I have nothing in storage so it must be rare. Man in iron mask, behind a stare. I'll sell him for peanuts. I'll display his care. _ |
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#1544 | And now the rainbow listens. Migration being born-or-pride. Leaving behind an arching mission. Along, somewhere there, I tried. _ |
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#1545 | Elephant doing hand stand on roof of his mansion. Hoping to impress his neighbors. Then walking carefully inside undancing. On floors which are ice he savours. _ |
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#1546 | Wanda by thirty. Thirty, thirty, thirty, thirty. Whoever you are. You are on a secret mission. Somewhere other than fission. _ |
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#1547 | Like old milk cartons with the usual directions. Saying no more than the usual dosage. Here the strongs of men become songs of when. And being torn requires the usual postage. _ |
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#1548 | A door with a sign indicating a future. Place where neutral people can speak. Where interruptions so rare can become repairs. And yell can become tell deep. _ |
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#1549 | Of an interested costumer being pushed out of a store. By a store manager from his world of steps. And his entry turnstile to his city oars. Only seven inches wide that lets. _ |
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#1550 | Come sit with me by the fire. And I'll tell you how two whales met. Of an ocean visitor counter with six decimal places. Showing no whole numbers yet. _ |
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#1551 | Is this how you choose choose networks. At night in your apartment's dark. Pretending that you are a floor lamp. If so please forgive my art. _ |
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#1552 | To me painting and drawing skills look like humanity's. Shiny new impressive 5 pixel camera invention. Which is pretty boring if you don't point it at the 5 metaphors. That are in front of us but eyes don't mention. _ |
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#1553 | Like passengers of a large ship and its captain. Standing against a one foot railing waving. Goodbye to an overboard woman. Oh how our world loves saving. _ |
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#1554 | I know something I'm positive. What we think upward is causative. As if mountains see a traveler's size. The way each grain of sand needs prides. _ |
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#1555 | To spies then, with pocket dna analyzers. Secretly searching the world for shyness. And all their telescopes facing northward. Let's toast to that best besideness. _ |
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#1556 | With fifteen insects swarming around. A cup of fresh coffee being enjoyed at a mall. She should hold our astrays up to the light. And examine our rights to call. _ |
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#1557 | If you find a crumpled up piece of paper. Somewhere quiet inside a vacant building. Don't unravel it or give it pens. For that's the inner warmth of guilting. _ |
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#1558 | If you drop your arms upon your mattress. They'll always bounce and land on your waist. But only if you believe in magic. And steer your strife by grace. _ |
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#1559 | Supply and demand and all known motions. Started by the slightest new emptiness. How do modern suns with sunlight in tons. Know whenever we try happiness. _ |
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#1560 | Like the puppet slowly rolling down basement stairs. With a smelly shoe on its face lands nice. There's something about the bottom of cares. Which bears thinking to one's self that's life. _ |
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