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Tales for today: changes to take place over time. Good times, bumps in the road, forks taken."Thanks so much God? Thanks so much Mom, thanks so much to the heavens, thanks for the words that cover a little bit of this and a little bit of that. Songs to sing about the love and devotion of the new male wonder in town.
Thanks for responding having to pains in finding friends to keep, they come and leave without notes. Leaves me sad and blue, in the end they stop answering my calls and texts, without reasons. Life and the bumps in road to much to share or lack of interest, not sure which. Have my guesses but not confirmed. Kids with problems relating the good or bad things, that changed their impressions of a mental veteran, with head in the clouds.
An older, retired, mature, educated, 420 connected grower, out of daily life of trading dollars for hours. Need a friend to help me change, grow and expand. Sex is common, not a sign needed to be lifetime friend. Maybe next step in time, with the meeting of souls in mind first, hands out to help put pieces together, to create new waves in friendship.
Philip, Thinking of you .
My God! You are a woman...and a poet with a spirit...not a ditz who feels sorry for herself. Sexualty, as beautiful and warm as it sometimes is...sometimes...cannot fill the entire void. Nor can drugs. There has to be more in this great, vast universe. A woman's nipple is visually beautiful, and beautiful to the touch or the suck, because form usually follows function. So sometimes is the penis. Again, form following function. One helps beget new life and sometimes offers pleasure, the other nurtures it with its own elegance.
You are a thinker and a feeler. That seems so rare to me.
Dogwood Butterflies
Colored Candy
Good times, snake charmers, freaks and frogs, blame games on the beach. Hard knocks in schools, cases of frogs in army and groups, to trick or trade, for dreams to rob and steal. Prey on the beach, prey lost, confused, mental attach veterans females to eat alive. Time to color the world blue again, free as a bird to fly away from clowns to the left, and jokers to the right, fish trapped in hell on earth.
Projections flying with fingers pointed at others, with three fingers pointed at self forgotten, frogs and fish tales online to share. Lives in the fast lanes, tricks and trades on the beach, trips to hell in a hand basket, hell hounds loose. Cracked mirrors show more sides to the animals within, under the surfaces of snake friends. Gifts of a lifetime in stories to tell, written to last longer, chapters of pieces of the nightmares, and time on the cross. History created, dazes in hell, joys and pains, songs to sing, the earth angels that got away.
Glory dazes around the globe. Joys and pleasures dancing and singing in the rain. Earth angels, fairies, pixies, dogwood butterflies in dogwood trees. Joys and pains of lessons learned on the journey to greatness, bumps in the road to dodge. Happy and delighted with crossroads taken, lessons on the beach, schools of hard knocks. Good times to get back on track to better dazes. Stories tell the joys and pains, the bumps in the road, the forks taken for the good times, to tell a tale or two of the girls learning lessons. Gifts of the joys and pleasures of the friends and the family members for the growth and changes, schools to view for the long runs in time and space. 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.
Plenty of fish in the seas, cages used, dodging the frogs stuck self-serving images in Mirror. Weird equal -wonderful, exciting, interesting, real and different. Blue and Black female veterans, in black and white, changes in trips to the mountain tops, birds and butterflies, trips in the sun. Once upon a time, long, long ago in a land far away there lived a purveyor of dreams, a vendor of fancy and fantasy. But troubled times and hardship fell upon the man, and in his quest for the holy of holies, he ventured west toward the setting sun. He felt certain that if he were able to catch the glowing orb, he would bestowed it's gold within and have all that his heart and mind desired.
But in his haste he left behind his magical consort, Maryjane, not realizing that in departing, he would lose the treasure that he already knew well and loved. As the years past and the man grew old, slowly, but ever so slowly he, lost sight of his dreams.
Your struggle is your gift…. With pain comes pleasure..with sadness comes laughter…with hurt comes happiness…with loss comes new life!Guns to battles, battles and wars won, cheers and chaps, 21 guns for the dead.
You attract what you are, not what you want. If you want great, be great. Whatever happens around you, don’t take it personally.Nothing other people do is because of you. It is because of themselves.
Good times, snake charmers, freaks and frogs, blame games on the beach. Hard knocks in schools, cases of frogs in army and groups, to trick or trade, for dreams to rob and steal. Prey on the beach, prey lost, confused, mental attach veterans females to eat alive. Time to color the world blue again, free as a bird to fly away from clowns to the left, and jokers to the right, fish trapped in hell on earth.
Projections flying with fingers pointed at others, with three fingers pointed at self forgotten, frogs and fish tales online to share. Lives in the fast lanes, tricks and trades on the beach, trips to hell in a hand basket, hell hounds loose. Cracked mirrors show more sides to the animals within, under the surfaces of snake friends. Gifts of a lifetime in stories to tell, written to last longer, chapters of pieces of the nightmares, and time on the cross. History created, dazes in hell, joys and pains, songs to sing, the earth angels that got away.
Glory dazes around the globe. Joys and pleasures dancing and singing in the rain. Earth angels, fairies, pixies, dogwood butterflies in dogwood trees. Joys and pains of lessons learned on the journey to greatness, bumps in the road to dodge. Happy and delighted with crossroads taken, lessons on the beach, schools of hard knocks. Good times to get back on track to better dazes. Stories tell the joys and pains, the bumps in the road, the forks taken for the good times, to tell a tale or two of the girls learning lessons. Gifts of the joys and pleasures of the friends and the family members for the growth and changes, schools to view for the long runs in time and space. 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.
Plenty of fish in the seas, cages used, dodging the frogs stuck self-serving images in Mirror. Weird equal -wonderful, exciting, interesting, real and different. Blue and Black female veterans, in black and white, changes in trips to the mountain tops, birds and butterflies, trips in the sun. Once upon a time, long, long ago in a land far away there lived a purveyor of dreams, a vendor of fancy and fantasy. But troubled times and hardship fell upon the man, and in his quest for the holy of holies, he ventured west toward the setting sun. He felt certain that if he were able to catch the glowing orb, he would bestowed it's gold within and have all that his heart and mind desired.
But in his haste he left behind his magical consort, Maryjane, not realizing that in departing, he would lose the treasure that he already knew well and loved. As the years past and the man grew old, slowly, but ever so slowly he, lost sight of his dreams.
"Thanks so much God? Thanks so much Mom, thanks so much to the heavens, thanks for the words that cover a little bit of this and a little bit of that. Songs to sing about the love and devotion of the new male wonder in town.
Are you a morning person or an evening person?
Time and space, lost in time, in the morning, in the evening, in the middle of the day, time to view the world in more stages. Books, bands, singers in the night, ladies to sign the blues, what the fuck, shit happens as the world turns.
Your struggle is your gift…. With pain comes pleasure..with sadness comes laughter…with hurt comes happiness…with loss comes new life!Guns to battles, battles and wars won, cheers and chaps, 21 guns for the dead.
You attract what you are, not what you want. If you want great, be great. Whatever happens around you, don’t take it personally.Nothing other people do is because of you. It is because of themselves.
Im here for you lady veteran. Im Brad text me anytime 7608478563. Looking forward to hearing from you.
Brad Rinehart
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