Time to dance, times of our lies, he best is yet to cum, songs to sing. Thanks to the dogs, thanks to the dicks, thanks to Pitbull in Maine? Good times with life on the side roads, snakes in dens, cattle and buffalo, cows and hippos. Pictures in dazes, views in the mirror, faces change, views do also. Reflections of lessons learned. Classes done on the beach. My life is on the line again, ideals are not being met, and the standards for the closest person for the last two years, have not changed much at all. The story is the same, the actions are still the same, and the mindset is still the same for the knight in shining armor. It is a sad day to finally wake up and see the pigs, frogs, and the cows, and wonder how life could be without them at all.
This isn't love it's demonic just like you bitches, Sheri and Steven Jarrot,7608512267: and you can just keep on believing you are a queen. You will be in hell and there aren't any queens there, just fire brimstone and wiping and gnashing of teeth forever. You are clearly possessed, just like your mothers said. No wonder your daughter wants nothing to do with you, your just a nasty person, a in a family to
Basket cases, land whales, and freaks in his family trees. Steven Jarrot, fags, fag hages, and butches to date, just listen to the bitching for a life time. Happy and gay, happy and delighted with a life without Steven or his love of dicks and chicks to sit on his face for the tasteful pleasures of the freaks out at night. Distance noted, not needed with the pictures to point the fingers at the freaks, frogs, saints and sinners, 52 ways to play this hand.
Love knocks...Songs to sing, songs to dance the night awa with Dan Hisks and his hot licks and how he scares me: horse and ponys: American Girl: Happy and delighted to see the man on the horse racing against the winds, dances on the beaches, horses running. GALORE!Heat carried.
What a life? What a nightmare for a life, dreams of the flipping of the cards, dreams of a better life. Cowboys and ponys...Hi I'm 42 and single living in Arizona. Angel Dances happy people. Dances with wolves, snakes, freaks out at night, stories.
Out of the RV camping lifestyle shared with Steven Jarrot, for a moment in time, life with the fights about the hairs loss for the golden calf, his kid Rachel Jarrot. Third place is last place, and no trophies for that placement, keep it for sucker to marry a freak like him. He likes to suck dicks, and it was great not to have to fuck a trick because he was gay, and the meth does that to him. Jokes on the fools and blogs about the snakes in the grass, lies told as truth.
Stories and tales to share about a dark period in my life, when I was a lamb for this family of wolves, gifts of time spent in the life and times as a white trash person, stuck in 1952, with Mr. Hollywood Jr, 1947, fun and games to share about the joys and the pains, lessons learned. The good times and the flip side the bad times, the third party views used for truth and honesty, how many times. Love and hate horns on a goat, is my new term to use, just like better dazes on the right side of the grave
Reasons to dance, names changes to hide from haters, lots of hot air blowing about seek and crop off hands. Views shared of the fish that got away. Educated and mature frogs and fish, pens used to fight the hate sent by group texts, love and devotion, it is not. Gifts to share to repost the bumps in roads, with the lessons learned.
To teach, to learn, to share the joys and pains, to write the stories of chances taken to bring lights on these matters. Sad and blue about the lack of growth. Same stories, different dazes, life on the beach, in a dated RV alone. Sad for the frogs kissed for the chance to change, windows always open, to flip the coins to brighter dazes. Paths not taken, the high roads, hands out to help a frog or a fish, get on the ships of dreams.
Zombies. Rachel and Rocky Jarrot, party and play freaks out to suck you dry. Transplants from Cubu, Sima and StevenJarrot, alive still?Butches, bitches, and whales on land to date, noses high in air: jokes on freaks out at night, good times to share around the camp fires. www.akaqa.com/question/q19192380568-Transplants-from hell, hell hounds in hell.
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Men and women are always searching for the other half of themselves, how they look are a matter. Tricks and trades. Nothing for free, comes with conditions, reasons for acts of kindness. Free Rides, taken detours, paths frogs and swingers. Games with sex players that are there for the day, week, summer, or for trades or tricks with ass fuckers, that are white and pure as snow, in their world.