The Ladder
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#2011 | To the tune of stars vast as captains clover. And rise at the end of day. Mute the bus and call friendships over. I have no words to say. _ |
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#2012 | Just standing, with milk on scarf. Like misspelled words from me to me. Too-far from a mirror. But not "too far from" the sea. _ |
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#2013 | They told me to go to Reverent Park. The thorns are off there. So no. The scene is off there. No go. Wherever I'm at. No show. _ |
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#2014 | Extra-Clues "opening" a bakery. Where "people" can always win. A chance to phone "themselves" for fun. And hear their-sage within. _ |
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#2015 | Doing it for caviar. Vomiting just the right "say". Place setting the retractable table. So good-saints go away. _ |
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#2016 | In the corner of "a stand for it". I'll give a hint, there are mountains. Which I'll show you when "someone" wants you. And mega ice storms, turn to fountains. _ |
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#2017 | You "even" bought a car "The Legend". The rough-open-sea said flat. With eight perfect "movie" cylinders. And true, "Wait I'll second that". _ |
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#2018 | And "this" is your first handicap. Looking around the room. Here are the first choices. But forget about the broom. _ |
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#2019 | No successors walking out the doors. Getting no "answers" science roars. Ok that's enough fighting "please". Answering "that" the monkey screams. _ |
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#2020 | And this is where you'll stay. I've already set-up-shop. Restrictive clothing of course. And Saturday's, full stop. _ |
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#2021 | You guys? Is this how. We're supposed to do it. Arresting me now toe to bank. That-whatever oh sweet shoe fit. _ |
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#2022 | Junk should be piled on. And swine the "image" some. "Expensive" street no longer. Not going to happen. Done. _ |
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#2023 | Know what at unheaven savors. And hums the slightest air. Just once upon a clock of haven. And the thirst becomes so there. _ |
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#2024 | Am I not going to take this anymore? You know that shoes can do that right? So yes I'm knocking him, is that so wrong? The fifth question being, who listens to mom? _ |
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#2025 | No doctor said here's the problem. There's too much attention in your wrist. That stuff grows like tension mention. Or wars like mouse hand dissed. _ |
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#2026 | Negativity requires a different age. And a "host" of implant burgers. Raglan-One. Admit no sun. I hear that herders-murder. _ |
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#2027 | Two newspaper stories side by side. The combination makes them three. The way a personality comes from. The bumps that make a key. _ |
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#2028 | To stand on that dam between rich and poor. Where money is water in the dreams of doors. With its cold as old as self permissions. The world only sells them thought partitions. _ |
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#2029 | Everyone crowd around some more. Listen for-the-smile from pensions. Yes my mother talks to me. So I-have-really-good attention. _ |
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#2030 | It's actually a very big event. People who use "discoveries". Mighty cold or mighty hot. I assume you'll have-warm-butteries. _ |
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#2031 | Wallop a noun into the eye. Actually there's "just four sizes". I'm finished my homework mum. Then-the-billy-goat canceled prizes. _ |
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#2032 | Look at that. There are monkeys here. They "work" from nine to fabled! Anything's better-than almost supper! Onions are so un-labeled. _ |
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#2033 | Around one o'clock now. Feeling stable. Like surface tensions around the dock. Four months now. So-unable. Almost near the speed of-mock. _ |
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#2034 | I was going to ask, does he paint houses? And are these "doughnuts" nearly-day-old? The Tardis alone might fetch some-goods. But that's no excuse, for manners. _ |
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#2035 | There's a hole in this city! We were-so traumatized by-it". Almost five "fire-truck-sponges". Sponges were ordered, because sponges fit. _ |
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#2036 | Because all of us are "woven". Because the "crisp is air". Because of "absent-mindedness". I don't have a joint-account to wear. _ |
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#2037 | That's a tube of vacant spine. Vector nine, vector niner! A mouse did that to you? Which-word hit your shiner? _ |
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#2038 | Very-very slow now. Take it from the "mop". Hideous? We-will-ask your navel. Hey! Who billed for "one deep thought"? _ |
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#2039 | All this darkness "must-implode". Get out, "get out of here". Do we need-this-orange? Hello? We're loft impaired! _ |
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#2040 | One "giant-yellow". To shock the "shiny shoe". Slow down, slow down, slow down! The major-piss is due. _ |
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