Friday, March 4, 2016

Help Hands, Tales 2 Frogs, Hidden Messages

Hands out to lend a hand, hands to help, saying the works, saying word, laughing and singing, saw you cry, back in the day. Waiting for the blue knights, the angels on earth, hurt and broken, wings will not work, tales of the bumps in the road. Shawn Waters, fear to take, hate to remove, ignorance up in green smoke, tips to share, hands to hold, veterans that need housing, hands to houses. Land of dreams, land of houses, land of houses, solar powers, cash on the table. Cash to help the others, the veterans down and out, homeless and alone. Lights to shine.

Pink Floyd - The Wall (Full Album)Dicks and dogs, cattle to roam, home on the ranges, frogs and snakes in dens, in packs, ways to grow, eat each other, over time and space, faces in the dark, The Wall. Ways of hogs, ways of pigs, to live in shit, to carry shit for trade, snakes and snails, worms in a shell, RV campers. Shells on the sands, classes on love and hate, goats with sheep, ways to get the work done, cut the grass.

Marines Guns Load, Guns To Fight, American Birds.....Older Window still open. Bones to box, return to senders, dates to set today. Steal from mental veterans, sad and blue land whales. Crooks and robbers, Steven Jarrot: 7608512267 Best Buys Crook, 562 431 5026. times with asses. Hills of Donkeys....The big bang is open dated to be completed when seasoned, the wrongs and the rights, the high road choices, the fast and easy choices to be noted, a time and a season. Stars Shines: Day TerrorsRace Completed: Targets Adjusted Hell on Earth :Jewish White-Super-sized: Snakes in the den.Seven Snakes within each clan members.

Time to stand, confused and homeless, dogs and bitches, winter lights, tricks for food. Games to play with the mules, the donkeys, and the freaks out at night. Farmington Scrapbook: A Glimpse of the Past....Raven Victor Tillman, a native of St. Louis, born January 21, 1851, son of Charles and Fucker (Jarrot) Tillman. The father was born in Strasburg, France, where he was reared to manhood, and at an early age came to America.  Fucker and man, left for the big city, St. Louis and engaged in the steamboat business. He was one of the originators of the Anchor Line, and was connected with it at the time of his death. He died in 1865. His widow, who was a member of the Fucker Jarrot  family, one of the oldest in the State, a resident of St. Louis. 

I’m on the right, Greg Farma, date him, on the beach, 32 years old, dreams in motion. 
music producer/dj, hats to wear, places to go, dances until dawn, good times, games to play, lovers and haters, goats and sheep, life is a beach, times to share, stories and tales, have a good time, lots to do, on the beach for life, dancing in the sands of time, want to cum, have a blast, have a ball, have a good time, laughs and jokes, daily event, races to rats, goats and sheep. Why don’t you come to my crib and we can make some happy moments in time.  

Dreams, Nightmares, Head Trips, Foes To Nuts

Freaks, Donkeys, Jackasses In Fields Of Dreams.

Lights and darkness, games after dark, lots of rules broken, not a home with the streets lights came on. Stuck in time, April 6, 1955, kid of 11 that year, lots of ways to show the lights. Hopes and wishes, dances in the pass, before my life begin, on one level. Hopes and wishes, tales in the pass, hopes to change the head games. Pages of lovers in the dark, pages of lover still boys, pages of lovers baby boomers, tales to share.

Marking time, losing time, running out of time, pink lights on, lots of hugs to share. Pink and purple lights, hope and love, songs to sing, music to play. Music to play, songs to sing, how to rock and roll, songs to sing, all the time, love songs. Hats to horns, sheep and goats, days to dance, lessons learned over time, lost in space, pages to turn, hope and wishes to share. Tales of lots of love, lots of charms, lots of hugs, lots of kisses of frogs over time. Tales of lovers, tales of haters, tales of hard knocks, bumps in the roads, ships to pass at night.

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