Butts up to grits to be kissed, flip a coin, sings of time. Dances with wolves, dances with snakes, good times in the night. Went for a ride with a wolf, the leader of the pack, the good looks fading in the mirror, Steven Jarrot, with green eyes in glasses. A trip to hell in a hand basket, with a hell hound bend on having cake with ice cream. He had glasses covered in mud, with the rose color lenses, always on his face. Blind as a bat since birth, was alway running into walls.
Flipping the cards, views of snakes on the inside, good times. Frogs like Steven and Sheri Jarrot, 7608512267, fish to fry. Time on the cross veterans, veterans still stuck in hell, searching for the lights.
Has a hard one for pitchers to mound, party and play, oral expert, bags of shit to trade. Jokes and laughs, take money away, sweet dream. Fat boy...Nightmares about fat fags, out to get me, one veteran said, no cures of snakes in grass. Told to journal, told to write it out, lessons learned alone the way. Lies you say, lies you told with mask on. Chicken shit first word to come to my mind. More threats by text, under a bitch ass, true for oral expert Good one on nuts to date.
Queen of everything, queen in white, queen in red, queen on board, the bitch is black. Black stars, black lights, joys and pains, bumps in the road, lessons learned along the way. Movie rites to share, pieces and parts, tips alone the way, gifts of words shared. Teacher or a student, saints and sinners, Jesus Christ, monkey on a tree, bibile tales to share, snakes in gardens. Jokes for the sheep, laughter for the goats, monkeys all over the world to see, signs in the air.
Cook in the house, motorcycle red, lots of power between his limbs, party of one. New York transplant, out of state friend, fruits and huts, part of meal, fast food from hills on beach. Car dates in the dark, Tony the " Tiger, pictures of his bare ass, dicks in line, dressed like a bitch. Funny guy, no gay guy, questions up in the air. Party and pay, 7608512267.
Fun and games, 4045732653, ass to ass, dicks in line, time to spare, Tuesdays and Wednesday in Huntington Beach, pizza hut, driver of bean pies, heros and new York pizza, man to date. His number to call, ass out, cum on his face, good times with a frog, lights on.
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.
Instead change the images that you hate so much, poker player daily on FACEBOOK, skills to sharpen and keep intake for the freaks that flip cards for joy and pleasures on a level unknown to me. Waste of time is one way to see this past time, or just something to do waiting for the others to cum.
Happy and gay lifestyle is fine to share, but the lies to the others is not the same for true love or for the whole truth about who you are. Lies told daily to cover the real pictures of who you are common tools of the trade, and we all use them on a regular basic. So you call it something else, it is just like a rose, with another name would smell the same, turning pages of life to jump to the next project of joy and happiness to share. Peace on earth and good will towards me is what I want to share often.
Freaks or frogs parked in a RV in Ventura, CA for the dream life alone, coasting on the edges of the main steam living, waiting for the cows to come home, from the open ranges. Dream life alone for the last dazes on earth, sad story, about a goat with two horns called love and hate.
How can you get away from love and hate, if it is part of the same animal? Take the good with the bad, and laugh your ass off about the bumps in the road. Funny stories if you take yourself out of the picture, and dream of another person with lower standards of truth and honesty.
Sound like a great song, bullshit and faithful, both sides of the coin. Just love the shot, thanks, love the view shared. Singing Birds Songs:Good times with the fakes in training, trips cross lines. Sinners and saints, wolves and cattle, coins to flip. Born day out of stupid brains, got day old stupid instead, good looks given for luck.
Happy and delighted for time and space, lessons learned, more joys and pains, in the trips with hell hounds and wolves. Singing songs, goodness and mercy, the angels look. Grants of peace. Same song, different day, ass wide open, Steven Jarrot, 7608512267: catcher to mount, party and play, pitchers dicks, ass lubed up, fist in backside to do. Pictures planted in your head.
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