The Ladder
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#1861 | Traps. Traps. Kind of cross? In your place, sir take a bath. In the medium. Seeds I mean. It's the "sounds" that Siberia-wraths. _ |
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#1862 | Are you drunk? Hey you! Are you "sleepy" from Canada Eh? I don't know what it means? But It's what it is "ok". _ |
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#1863 | Are you sick? You've got yourself some wine? You can do it! You can do it! With hero-hero hero "factor". And not a single dime. _ |
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#1864 | Make a choice. It's in the book right at ya. Now that is class. Oh right. Good call. For every wind storm in all the world. Her makeup covers all. _ |
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#1865 | It priceless! And you left it "there"! Now I'm ashamed of heart. In your face twinkle toes. Now it's everywhere nothing-smart. _ |
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#1866 | She isn't climbing over that alcove. And she can't be that insecure. As I was saying at Howard's Inn. It's the drinks-that happy cures. _ |
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#1867 | But that's just heroics at any time. If you rise to scratch the moon. "I love avatars sir" she wrote. They are spinach for the whom. _ |
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#1868 | New-secretary with-many tooth-picks. In her hair by the end of day. From other secretaries, blowing them at her. Through straws to make her stay. _ |
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#1869 | Woman-opening woman's bedroom door. So her friend can evaluate the nervous. Prospects of a lonely man. Ascending the attic-stairs so-cursive. _ |
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#1870 | Post-apocalyptic food-delivery response. Requesting your order be re-sent. With more adherence to perfect protocol. Please always name your vent. _ |
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#1871 | Watching a motorcycle speed away. From this view, its-finest minutes. On a kind-of-highway it will barely know. Because it sadly has no limits. _ |
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#1872 | Large breasted woman joking about her size. Lifting and dropping them like in Movies. Towards her professional-duties. She walks-onward in secret-disguise. _ |
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#1873 | Point of view only, racing in circles. Inside large-vacant shopping-mall. Making plans to enjoy refreshments. Horse designing it's own fast stall. _ |
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#1874 | Teenage psychic. Looking at teacher's sea. To teasers behind him. Softly answering "three". _ |
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#1875 | Futuristic person's head. DNA modified into being a goat. The same way people once-tattooed. How many houses are on the back of their-boat. _ |
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#1876 | Spock cutting an apple computer logo. Onto-the back of a jungle villain. With the tip of his favorite writing spear. Zombies have trouble chill'n. _ |
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#1877 | Breakfast hash-brown stuck to shoulder. Kitchen-timer stuck to nose. Dropped from a bridge into a river. A genie lamp and-one red rose. _ |
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#1878 | A gentleman seeing no point to warming. His toes in the fountain of human-taint. Like retired ballet shoes cost-suspended. Over a can of royal-blue paint. _ |
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#1879 | Sturdy strands the monument. Within trust like abandoned glee. Forged by anger while their irony's not. Damming how they all should be. _ |
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#1880 | I want to live the slowest song. The one where notes last years. And when the harshness too is gone. Oh how soft are nears. _ |
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#1881 | With fine dragons for dragon storms. I can't journey enough words to slew. I think I can sell you the final moments. Each quatrain lands home safe on dew. _ |
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#1882 | Thinking at ten thoughts per minute. Is the only race track I play. Counter clockwise is the surest bet. But clockwise wins by days. _ |
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#1883 | And a very bright flashlight with four legs. Shining at the moon at night. Answer is less than a midnight glimmer. But nothing can beam that slight. _ |
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#1884 | A typical y shaped decision. Has a magnifying glass side that sees. And an atrophied skill long since unneeded. On the side where the past grew please. _ |
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#1885 | I steer a pride its width unknown. I hope you can see around me. Oh please get caught inside its spin. And then I won't be lonely. _ |
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#1886 | Does the mind know better. The clearest water it taints. Fill a mind with friends forever. There is no shortage of saints. _ |
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#1887 | So it's a date then. We'll meet for tea that noon. When science has blocked all consequences. And I can leave my room. _ |
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#1888 | Try to begin, so I know it's new. And try to leap deep, into authorize. What is a people, in hero words or less. And try to leap keep, into scrutinize. _ |
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#1889 | Resonation by word or song. Far between tuning forks brave. Only frequency makes the jump. No matter which hand is wave. _ |
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#1890 | Because every heavy is like a sump pump. With no two cut-in levels the same. In a solemn room I'll introduce myself. No introduction as my frozen name. _ |
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