Saturday, August 1, 2015

Butch Bitches

Long Lovers
Songs to sing for the masses, songs to sing and dance the nights away, hope hopping searching for places to land. Gifts to share, acts of kindness to give and take, smiles for the mistakes corrected. Mercy and goodness here to correct the mistakes, make the grades to take the next step up the mountains that you choose to climb. What a great day to be alive still, jumps for joys and pains of the good life, happy with the rewards, happy with the pies in the sky and the pots of gold at the end of the rainbows.

On the yellow brick road, with the lion, on the yellow brick road with the Tin Man, where are the others, that are going to the green cities? Questions for the OZ? Roads to riches, lands to dream about, ships passing in the night. Dances for the Tin Men, dances for the frogs and freaks out at night. Prayers, wishes, dreams, desires equal to the dances done on the yellow brick roads. Songs to sing, songs to dance the nights away with a Tin Man, dances with a Lion, dances with a scarecrows, dances with the dogs and the girls on the yellow brick roads to greatness. Ready to dance and sing life away?

Time after time, when you are lost, when you fall, time after time. Walk ahead, if you fall, with catch you, time after time. Nice song to sing, thanks for notes of a song to share, good times. Plans made in the back seat of Reese Smiths car, dates on the runm party and play, 562 200 9102 at the end of the day. Whats on your to do list? Dates on the beach.

What a wonderful day it is, another day on the right side of the grave. Graves to you, graves to me,  dazes on the right side of the dead. Dances to the end of love, dance with me to the end of love, happy and delighted, with the gifts of words to share often.

Another story fresh from the seas of frogs. Holiday from male frogs with offspring in June, one day a year, joys and pleasures. Done and over. Looking at the days, months, and color of your shirt, a new fairy tale. Let's take September 4, 1962, first attempts  in learning, learned in first attempt.

Flipping the coin, looking in the mirror in yesterday, days done. It was the third of September, in the month of March 2011: Was kidnapped by a wolf, with the winds of hot air, shot though the heart, a tiny and petite fairy, smiles for dazes, an earth angel tricked.

The prince of darkness, ŕipe and young, Steven Jarrot.  Born on the 4th, it was a dog on the table, not a frog this time. Love and devotion taken for a spin, truth and honest, on the coins. Love and hate, horns of a goat, on a boat, on a plane, in a RV. New story to create to share, the joy and pains of new ways to walk tall.

Pieces of a dream, nightmare to me sad and blue.Went for a ride with a wolf, the leader of the pack, the good looks fading in the mirror, Steven Jarrot. Wolf with green eyes in glasses. A trip to hell in a hand basket, with a hell hound bend on having cake with ice cream. He had glasses covered in mud, with the rose color lenses, always on his face. Blind as a bat since birth, was alway running  into walls.

Happiness in Hollywood, for the sinner or saint? First in his family, an American Toad, in this fairy tale, a wolf. Days in the sun, days in the rain, the school of Hard knocks to attend. Steven Jarrot, learned lessons in his family, to act the part, of a wolf, a frog, a freak, and a snake in the grass.

Born the day when angels were out of stupid brains, had to use day old stupid instead, has been losing ground since birth. Born to greatness in his herd of jackasses, wolves, and buffalo. Faces, animals, within and without the masks in place. Card skills run in the family, jokers in the poker card games, rules to live by. Sinners and saints, Jesus and Moses, both sides of the coins.

    Songs to sing, songs to dance the night awa with Dan Hisks and his hot licks and how he scares his self, notes to share of the joy and pleasures from a song well done. Good job. Happy times with that song on U-tube today.

Can you hear me now? Time and space, classes on the beach, RV campers, hell hounds. Classes of rights and reasons to dance, in schools of hard knocks, crooks and robbers tales to share. Prey again, crimes again mental ptsd veterans.

Failed again.to learn life lessons. Taken by mistakes of veteran that bought computer, in last name used, big mistakes in crook, snake always. Time to change never considered. Sad tales, lack of growth, lack of goodness or mercy, oral talents online to barter.

Love and honor, love and devotion, love of life living on the edges of life. Man and woman, sun and the moon, dances for the hard knocks, dances to the songs of sadness, with the fakes. What a wonderful day it is, another day on the right side of the grave. Graves to you, graves to me, dazes on the right side of the dead. Dances to the end of love, dance with me to the end of love, happy and delighted, with the gifts of words to share often.

Thanks so much. Hope: Hold on: Pain ends. Good times, dances on the beach, happy and delighted with new mountains to climb. Songs to sing. Thanks for sharing. Can you hear me now? Time and space, classes on the beach, RV campers, hell hounds. Steven Jarrot, 7608512267  Failed to learn goodness or mercy, life lessons: of rights and reasons to dance, in schools of hard knocks, crooks and robbers tales to share.

Prey again, crimes again mental ptsd veterans. Failed again.to learn life lessons. Taken by mistakes of veteran that bought computer, in last name used, big mistakes in crook, snake always. Time to change never considered. Songs to sing, songs to dance the night away with Dan Hisks and his hot licks and how he scares hisself, notes to share of the joy and pleasures from a song well done. Good job. Happy times with that song on U-tube today.




2 comments:

  1. Great story, tips and tales online,views to share. American Girl: Happy and delighted to see the man on the horse racing against the winds, dances on the arms of a woman. Ends of the love of a life alone. Scents of a woman, to change the outlooks on life, dances to the music played over time. Love and devotion on a different level. Scents of a woman that has live life alone, searching for the missing pieces of a dream. Love and honor, love and devotion, love of life living on the edges of life. Man and woman, sun and the moon, dances for the hard knocks, dances to the songs of sadness, with the fakes. What a wonderful day it is, another day on the right side of the grave. Graves to you, graves to me, dazes on the right side of the dead. Dances to the end of love, dance with me to the end of love, happy and delighted, with the gifts of words to share often.

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  2. Moot, in the end, and the views to be kept in the houses only of the choose few that live and sing songs, about the charms and wits that are given as gifts of peace and love by the sea, RV Campers and cheaters, thieves, and blazers for lost causes, and have fingers in place to point at others for the reasons that shame and disgraces were acts or deeds to turn the other face and put another mask on for the seasons to come.

    Girls friends until death. Bones in a box, back to sender, asses to ashes, darn to dust. Land whales, basket cases, tricks and trades daily.

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