Time to sing songs, dates to set, bones in a box, dicks and chicks, lessons learned or not. To fail time and time again, life lessons of joys and pains, frogs and fools, life at stake. Birthday blues, songs to sing, Jesus Christ, dogs and snakes, monkeys to swing again, dogwood trees in the woods. Work to do on the houses, work to do on the places of peace and joy, work to do on the friends and family members, the other pieces of the dreams in action. Time to turn around and make new plans, for a better daze, time to get on board for the next group of friends and family members to find the lights of dazes on again. Happy for the time to make the changes to the plans, happy to make the deadlines longer to cover the slow, the simple, and the shallow. Candles Blowing, Windy Knights, Fairies Out Madness to dance, madness to sing, mad enough to write about, trips to hell, hell hounds, next move. God knows about lies, mad about luck of monkeys to dodge, frogs to kiss, cash or credit to steal. Steal the words, steal the views, crook and hacker loose. Accounts stolen in yahoo, maxmore005@yahoo.com, went to Facebook to write letters of hate, changed the contact numbers, snakes inside, hottest way to hurt, to harm, to change written views. Hot air, heated hell hounds.. September 15, 2015: Facebook Raider: Dick Butch: Santago Smith, Reese Smith, URITA Smith, dead to shit Blue stars shooting bright tonight, wishes on the stars that shoot across the sky. Notes to the sinners and the saints out for the parties, and good times to play on the beach with whales. Whales or cows, are the same, twelve different types of cows. Killer whales are the biggest whales that I like, lived in Puget Sound, and saw the whales in the sound, on the way north. Happy and joyful are the herds of whales in the sea, not sure about the whales on land, happy and gay lifestyle of the whales on land? Donkey Days, Donkeys Family in the hills, mother and daughter, on the road to greatness, stopped to rest on the road. Rach Jay and young kid to train, Rachel Jarrot, donkeys here and now, fairy tail, horse and pony shows, life is a beach. Adventures daily, mane to hair, hairs on wigs, horse and pony shows. Laughs and jokes, history created, no time for the big picture on that. No new flashes of the views of a frogs or a fish, good time, happy notes. Your choices, your hairs to change, your dreams in action to share or not. Candles Blowing, Windy Knights, Fairies Out. Madness to dance, madness to sing, mad enough to write about, trips to hell, hell hounds, next move. God knows about lies, mad about luck of monkeys to dodge, frogs to kiss, cash or credit to steal. Steal the words, steal the views, crook and hacker loose. Accounts stolen in yahoo, maxmore005@yahoo.com, went to Facebook to write letters of hate, changed the contact numbers, snakes inside, hottest way to hurt, to harm, to change written views. Hot air, heated hell hounds.. September 15, 2015: Facebook Raider: Dick Butch: Santago Smith, Reese Smith, URITA Smith, dead to shit. Time for the rats to run faster for the gifts at the end of the rainbows, houses are coming, friends and family members have the time to shine. Education to share, with the teachers and the students, daily gifts to share. That is still the same, for me to give without expectations for the lights of the matter. But to have your hands bitten by the animal beast in the lost and confused is another form of crazy, for the common. Insane was the next word to come to mind, about the lost and the confused of the homeless. Days in dark, family members, foes and tricks, and dicks with dogs out with the freaks, and frogs to sing and dance the nights away. Upland parked in RV of course for the fruits and nuts to go. Happy dazes and good times for Rachel, sima, sheri, Charles R., and pimps and drug dealers out for the best horse and pony shows of a life time.7607778998. Friends of yours?


Stories to replace mothers work fine. Work for a minute, works for a day, notes of love and hate. Picture shows, gates to crows, birds in the air. Days on the road, days out at night, dazes and nights, with a sign to wave. Day job, not mine, never one to pick, maybe you? Time to do, life on the edge, back in the day, my sisters stories, love and hate, teas and herbs, 420 winds, smoker up her ass. Back in the day, when life turned upside down, sister came to get her kid, stolen and taken across states.