Paths crossed, ships passed, people on, all the time, walked on sands of time. Wizards and knights alone, journeys in the pass, lessons learned. All the time on earth, mountains to climb, rainbows to chase, classes on beaches, good times. Happy notes, tips and tales to share. Wonderful worlds of animals, stars in the sky, rats rotating in the heavens. Stars bright tonight, blue stars shooting, apples in daddy's eyes, kids born. Joy to the world, peace on earth, good will to all. Notes of joys and pains, joy to the world, good times to create, the best that you can be. Great day for choice of mountains to climb, sites set to explore, horse and pony shows, good times.
Stars and wishes, hopes and prayers, signs in sky,month of hopes, all the time. Heaven help, earth angels here, classes to teach. Gifts to share. Happycamperbyrv.blogspot.com tips online, good times, angels, wizards, knights on quests, colors flying, battles to win. Great day alive, allowing for changes, pots of gold to find. Rats and horses, dog and pony shows, dollops for time exchanged, glory days done.
Had a moment or two in time and space to share, about my dream lover Steven Jarrot, the gift from the center of the earth, love and devotion with a twist, not straight a fag hag really is the nature of this frog. Love and hate are the horns of a goat, love him or hate him for the good times, bagging shit because of a lack of running water on a RV. Too cheap to put the water in, bottles of water for the coffee, bottles of water to wash the dishes, bottles of water to wash the dicks and chicks that party and play.
Dream life for the freaks, fools, and fools on the low roads, and card players to change the sites of a dickless wonder of a frog, sucker for easy life, to cheat, rob, and steal the things they want. Not a great life, but a life to live today for the weak, the disable veterans, and the sinners and saints, that have fallen and need a hand up to better dazes.
Not the people to call, fingers point to others to blame for the attacks of views posted for the questions of right and wroung, horns on a goat love and hate to see daily. Gifts from the gods is another view not share, devils from the center is the source of crimes in the words of love and devotion twisted. Not a life to dream about for me, what about you in your world, friends of yours?
Flip the coin, joy and gay, and happy in RV life style. Prince Frog, male leader-Pack of wolves, reptiles, and fakes, many faces and the level of truth and honesty twisted, Jarrot Jewish White Stars of 2014, self centered, shallow, vain, a snakes in the grass. Watch out for fake friends always and forever.
Tips for the sinners and tales for the saints, gifts to share of the trips around the trees needed for the lessons to learn. Classes in place. Love and hate, truthful and honest, happy and gay, happy and delighted for the dreams in actions, gifts of the young at heart.
Lessons to learn, tales to share of the good times, the best friends, the blessings and the lessons learned the first time, for the choose few. Gifts for the blind, gifts for the dense and the dumb, gifts for the blind mice and the blind men to date for the true colors of love and hate. Love and hate the horns of a goat, happy and gay with the laughs, happy and delighted for another day on the right side of the great. What a great day for new plans, what a great day for the fun and games, what a great day for the saints and the sinners.
Turning the pages on a dark period, moving on to a brighter dazes on the beach, it is time. Dates with a horse charmer, 420 blowing in the wind, watching the horses cum and go, pieces of a dream, the birds and the bees. Dreams of mine, on the beach, watching the horses down, for the water after a race or two. Animals and bugs that fly, gifts of wings to get here and there, new starts are the meaning of the butterflies.
SUNSET PLANS SET
I have issues with housing right now, and have a bad batch of friends for awhile, fell down and had a hard time getting back up. Have been searching for the missing pieces of my life, have turned to write the facts and the fiction out of the dazes on the beach.
Age is a number, and the magic number for me is 42, legal to do what I want is how I look at it. 5'4" at 120 pounds, fit and funny sometimes also. Love the ocean blues, love to watch the ocean at work, love to write messages in the sand, blowing winds across the shores. Never been in a boat just to sail the day away, have been on boats to go fishing, and to go fishing for shell fish to eat, have more dreams of sailing the ocean blue.
What kind of business are you in? 420 connected? More questions up in the air about the lights that shine bright, and the plans, goals, and dreams in action to complete, and a place to stay closer to the beach. New friends, and more wind under my wings, and the beginning of growth and changes.
That is just the tip of the mountain, and a few tips about what kind of person that I am. I am a veteran that write stories for other veterans get their benefits, my gift to share. Have dreams of more education, and have to be a little more stable for that in my mind. Help me climb the mountains to greatness?
Angels above, sights to see the undead and the unstable, spooks that appear for the corrections need for a night of peace. Gifts of words need to tame the beasts on the left side of the graves. Graves to me and graves to me, busy dying daily, joys and pains with the bumps in the road.
Lessons to learn, dates to set for the joys and pains of growth and rolling with the flow of the river. Oceans and seas of chance to take for the better dazes over the rainbow, gifts to share with the tales and stories of the undead and unstable. Friends, family members and foes thanks for the crossroad turns to take on the faces of the freaks out at night, to party and play to death, good times on the beaches.
Hope helps clean the nightmares, of life in hell with the frogs and gods from the center of the earth. Devils or seven snakes within the tribe members. Last rites of passage on the dark side of the moon, horses racing on the sands of time, water for the rats at the end of the races done daily. Horses to walk after a long run on the shores on the sands of time, racing for the end of the rainbows, and the pots of gold, gifts to share. Words and gifts of the tales and stories of the bumps in the road here.
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