In like Flynn,Times on the cross, trips to hell and back.We are all American citizens.Blue Stars To Shoot: Daily. EVERYONE IS STRUGGLING WITH SOMETHING, SOME PEOPLE ARE JUST BETTER AT HIDING IT. We all Stand Tall. I paid for a solar, and lease terminations. 2018. Told to sell house, had to do a transfer, so did not sell the house. Not today, muthaf*cka .Birthdays Always Fun?"MEMORY...
Everything’s so simple, and we make everything so complicated. That’s why we’re confused.”Love and hate, both four-letter words, same on the down-low, or words to distrust, same or equal to faithful and bullshit. Lol oops!
Failure is proof that you tried. Now go try again.’…LOVE AND HONOR, ONE OF THE FEW, GUNS TO FIGHT THE WARS. MARINES IN BLUES, DANCES AT WEDDINGS, JOYS AND PAINS, DREAMS TO LOCKS OF HARES, LOTS OF LUCK.You don’t need anyone’s approval:Endless possibilities. ..will you call my name? ..will you walk away ?
You don’t need anyone’s approval:Endless possibilities. ..will you call my name? ..will you walk away ?Angels in the heavens, angels here on earth, angels on the crosses with the young at heart, Peter Pan and his friends, and Tom and Jerry and the other rats running races for the pies in the sky. Gifts of smiles, gifts of joys and pains, gifts of the good, bad and ugly dazes on top of the mountains. Joys and pains of growth and changes.Angels in packs, angels in hosts, angels everywhere.
Words that we use tell a story about your life and times, if you respect yourself, and the same old tire stories that you tell everybody, is not needed for all the people that you cross paths with.Why HahaSmart…Failure is proof that you tried. Now go try again.’…LOVE AND HONOR, ONE OF THE FEW, GUNS TO FIGHT THE WARS. MARINES IN BLUES, DANCES AT WEDDINGS, JOYS AND PAINS, DREAMS TO LOCKS OF HARES, LOTS OF LUCK.
Walking on, have to go, hit the books, starting another life, thanks for the moments we shared. Lots of lessons, with the fingers and the skin, the faces under the layers of rites, clowns in the crowds, chief alone in a house with boys to men, not my cup of teas. Over my head. Take care. Adios.You sound like somebody I would like to get to know you have everything on there but fishing and ratatouille
Dreams and nightmares, time to wake up. Back to the present.Later, Dick, Joe, or Harry, dicks and labels to toss in the winds.
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