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The Ladder
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| #571 | Miranda's little-try shy-guy, like an egg in a skateboarding glass park. Try this we read the story say, so of course we know last part. _ |
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| #572 | A man's thirty foot ham radio bench, with countless homemade devices. Not knowing how to put batteries in, so he piles them on there for niceness. _ |
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| #573 | 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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| #574 | 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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| #575 | With its light blue shade of habit, and sun spun like a plastic fan. With invisible true smiles of women, I'm spinning all I am. _ |
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| #576 | 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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| #577 | 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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| #578 | 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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| #579 | 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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| #580 | 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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| #581 | 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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| #582 | 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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| #583 | 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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| #584 | 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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| #585 | 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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| #586 | 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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| #587 | 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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| #588 | When the mind weakens and the body deteriorates, and takes away everything how much stays? And outside the clarity of years pixel averaging, is that fog or is that haze? _ |
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| #589 | 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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| #590 | 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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| #591 | 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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| #592 | 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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| #593 | 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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| #594 | 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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| #595 | Dear mankind holding a water fountain jug, near the woman standing in the bath house pool. If you tear any electric guitar in half, the camera inside will school. _ |
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| #596 | Where man looks there he goes, learned mosquitoes say. And where he finds incline in dreams, you'll find him there next day. _ |
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| #597 | Why do what the eyeball caught, to impede the not that hinders. Much by men so tired fought, so grows the thought that lingers. _ |
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| #598 | It's not art if its not deadpan, the torment heart resoils. Wherever men understand, the number pi recoils. _ |
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| #599 | Like a man before a high voltage control wall, shorting one component with pliers. Current almost, is the richest sting, like a dream of best for tryers. _ |
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| #600 | Could you please tell me what time it is? I had the hands of my watch removed. I wanted to live my life more astrally, but unfortunately my class has moved. _ |
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