The Ladder
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#151 | Someone has a crash doll. Silent like that sorrow. Like you, like life. Where are you tomorrow? _ |
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#152 | Also, I don't feel that way. Hey, how's it going? Leanne? What's your last name? It's whatever he is currently celebrating. _ |
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#153 | Hungry hippo, are you going to charge it? I'm not showing that. Hey sweety, buying wood? I'm making. A reservation called holding forehead good. _ |
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#154 | You know since then? Be careful you don't damage it. You are a second arrow. Yes, my steamroller does nothing flat. _ |
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#155 | I'd like that now. But there's no point. To dipping my staff into the rent. Good morning Clarice. I mean oh yes, I would love a zero lease. _ |
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#156 | It makes a bridge feel down. And in other ways full of currency. I'm tired of people showing their powers. But staying idle; now that's music. Like ears trusting subtle cue tips. _ |
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#157 | What-you're going to do now. Is put-behind your back your-hands. That's right. One-hell hand. One-heaven hand. You're-the kind of patient I can understand. _ |
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#158 | I'm going to give you some respect. But let's find another word for due. One that is exactly your button. Let's rest a little here. The way diesel wants a change of view. _ |
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#159 | And all the caves made tonight. Have deployed their mounds. By ufo with three levels. Lowering itself into ground. _ |
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#160 | When she lays down in her bed. To rest on her decides. In her lungs is all we've said. Where the dust of life resides. _ |
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#161 | Weigh the heavens more than thrice. And define your world by errors. But bend the wisdom only twice. Then comfort pain by layers. _ |
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#162 | Now adjust the focus then measure the light. You'll see how the shadow contagions might. Zoom out and you'll see too much illusion of edge. Zoom in and you'll see too much blurry pledge. _ |
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#163 | They took out their phone "devices". And flew "all" answers towards "decide". If traffic is traffic is traffic, why wish? I watched "Indiana Jones" and cried. _ |
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#164 | Sir? Handsome? Forgive me for trying. Run to the daisies. Run to the mountains in your mind. A little bit of wool. How far can't it go, before Neptune hears you rhyme. _ |
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#165 | The Ice Cream Disaster Mayor. Connecting an old radio to plug. You Can Always Try And Be Taxi With Me. By Arting' the Bug. _ |
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#166 | I would want a friend. Or an entire nation. Joyful four hundred and nineteen. Wow, I would enjoy one for an hour. Are we shopping because so very few might have one? A clear-idioms sanity shower. _ |
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#167 | I wish you hadn't asked me that. The older I get, the more I will not race you, Dude! I respond I'm thirty. Then aces up Nun! But first I'll be back in thirty minutes. Forget it then I'm done! _ |
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#168 | Could a ring put a house in your house. I know. I'm sorry. I'm a silly nut. It depends on what traffic your Tesla is on. I go swimming to "Tic" brain-health up. _ |
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#169 | You're alive like this. PowerPoints in a dish. Leading to your washrooms. Up-can't Throw onions if. We work from 9 to 5. Glad your house'- been lashed. Wine, then let's set sail. Some crewmen want to crash. _ |
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#170 | Captain bursting in. Because his storm uprised. Headache hiding in dark colors. Giant toilet disguised. _ |
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#171 | She mossed it. Like hearts in the snow. Not upset, or calm thrown. That's me in her turpentine. To therein her rain. You can see in her paintings. My wallet is gone. Twenty-five petals for the bus, pawned. _ |
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#172 | Why is it that, the brain knows right away? A normal-flag says everyone dates you. You're lying. Just not Winnie the Pooh. His mouse is his surgeon. Turn up the lights at table two. _ |
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#173 | I want to be Here. Oh my god it's "Roadside Research". So what does that mean? "They're asking stuff". Am I going home with "No-Tree-Fell" tee shirts? _ |
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#174 | Tell me in rhyme so I know it is truth. Which unstoppable force can move hell. If it shines in your eye or causes first cry. Heed way it's the need for approval. _ |
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#175 | The things we do in time's climb. They are the crystals we form. So yes I'll have a coffee please. With just enough heaven's warm. _ |
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#176 | Does it-seem like a show Ma'am? Maybe we're over here asleep. Unlike the pudding in the camera. Just how should-the numbers leak? _ |
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#177 | Okay first we have to take it apart, (and change). Never would I "live" in-a house with one. The horizon is-not too far for Me. I can do-it if I run. _ |
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#178 | Wow! We've got quite a complicated layout here. In the tough spots, every life wears a spacesuit. But I think we're going to be ok. Can you see the alphabet rhyme in the waste soup? _ |
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#179 | He wants to do something. That doesn't make people mad. Wherever their angry angles fad. People know enough to be almost about. The so much heaven where their arms are without. _ |
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#180 | A grown man running away. From the safety of his prefabulous. At night wearing a glowing white suit. Making him feel obvious. _ |
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