When someone asks us what day it is.Still Waters 2 Run. Dances. Reality is better ..We are so fucked.. Peek-a-Boo... I miss you!!!MAGICAL BOX THAT SPEAKS.No Defined: Next Open Door:This world again belongs to all the ancient gods, as it always was, from the beginning.
BOB DIAMOND, AMERICA'S TAX SALE ATTORNEY, JOIN US HERE, I’LL SEE YOU ON THE TRAINING. GOVERNMENT FORECLOSES. · MAY 9 R.I.P. LITTLE RICHARD, DECEMBER 5, 1932 - MAY 9, 2020.PRACTICE TO PERFECTION.
Mental for a fee. Crazy?Cages for the freaks, cages for the cattle and the cattle callers, cages for the frogs to date for the party and play time on the beach. Butches, dykes, bitches in heat, faces in the crowd. Reese Santigo, 333 Smith. Caps and hats, faces of frogs, dykes, butches, bitches in heat. Lovers, haters, suckers for free shit: and Butch, bones in a box, in the garden of the dead. Took some more selfies at work today 😁😁😁
Gifts to share for the deeds and the actions done, changes for the cages for the frogs on the beach, dates in the dated RV by the beach in Ventura, Ca for the year of 2013, of 2016. Took some more selfies at work today .
Gifts to share for the deeds and the actions done, changes for the cages for the frogs on the beach, dates in the dated RV by the beach in Ventura, Ca for the year of 2013, of 2016. Took some more selfies at work today .
When someone asks us what day it is.Still Waters 2 Run. Dances. Reality is better ..We are so fucked.. Peek-a-Boo... I miss you!!!MAGICAL BOX THAT SPEAKS.No Defined: Next Open Door:This world again belongs to all the ancient gods, as it always was, from the beginning.
Hi.Shooting Curses, Slaves – Just A Touch Of Love.It's gonna be a Chaos filled New Years. Graves to you and graves to me, good times stories of better dazes to share often. Divorce Invitation: It was hard picking what..I’m off getting organised for work last night shift this year whoop ye.
When someone asks us what day it is.Still Waters 2 Run. Dances. Reality is better ..We are so fucked.. Peek-a-Boo... I miss you!!!MAGICAL BOX THAT SPEAKS.No Defined: Next Open Door:This world again belongs to all the ancient gods, as it always was, from the beginning.
Today's Teaching, can a man #DIVORCE his wife and remarried. By Prophetess Kimmoria. According to the bible.When someone asks us what day it is.Still Waters 2 Run. Dances. Reality is better ..We are so fucked.. Peek-a-Boo... I miss you!!!MAGICAL BOX THAT SPEAKS.No Defined: Next Open Door:This world again belongs to all the ancient gods, as it always was, from the beginning.
Today's Teaching, can a man #DIVORCE his wife and remarried.By Prophetess Kimmoria. According to the bible.Men, Mice, Monsters, Faces In Shadows, Under The Sands, Gems To Find.I have no fucks left to give. I've had so many people walk out of my life.
A man can divorce his wive, only if she was unfaithful to him. According to Matthew 19:9 the scripture is very clear on this point. But it also states, if he divorces her for any other reason and marries another woman He commits #Adultery.
I tell you that anyone who divorces his wife, except for sexual immorality, and marries another woman commits adultery." Mental for a fee. Crazy?Cages for the freaks, cages for the cattle and the cattle callers, cages for the frogs to date for the party and play time on the beach. Butches, dykes, bitches in heat, faces in the crowd. Reese Santigo, 333 Smith. Caps and hats, faces of frogs, dykes, butches, bitches in heat. Lovers, haters, suckers for free shit: and Butch, bones in a box, in the garden of the dead. Took some more selfies at work today 😁😁😁
Gifts to share for the deeds and the actions done, changes for the cages for the frogs on the beach, dates in the dated RV by the beach in Ventura, Ca for the year of 2013, of 2016. Took some more selfies at work today
IF YOU ARE NOT WILLING TO CHALLENGE YOUR OWN BELIEFS :THEN YOU ARE YOUR OWN MOST EFFECTIVE PRISON WARDEN.
Happy Dazes,Mental for a fee. Crazy?Cages for the freaks, cages for the cattle and the cattle callers, cages for the frogs to date for the party and play time on the beach. Butches, dykes, bitches in heat, faces in the crowd. Reese Santigo, 333 Smith. Caps and hats, faces of frogs, dykes, butches, bitches in heat. Lovers, haters, suckers for free shit: and Butch, bones in a box, in the garden of the dead. Took some more selfies at work today 😁😁😁
Gifts to share for the deeds and the actions done, changes for the cages for the frogs on the beach, dates in the dated RV by the beach in Ventura, Ca for the year of 2013, of 2016. Took some more selfies at work today
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Dallas Starr, wishes on dreams, cons and pros, walking on sunshine, ways to go. Winds in the voices, songs in the trees, ghosts to talk, holy, mean, and nasty, trips to hell and back, angels in the winds. Good times, god ties, heads to count, only the young at heart. Seasons of lies, seasons of causes to be a star, lights to shine, waves to make, family affairs, lions to races. Love, lusts, lessons, songs in the winds, ways to stand tall, mountains to climb still.
Runs and races, veterans with skills, houses, homes, castles in the sands, sunset beaches, good times to share, heads buried in the sands of time. Better than to be buried in unmarked graves, sons to parents, dust to desert, faces in the land of shit, shame and games, good time toads. Family affairs, cows, pigs, hogs, faces under the surfaces, love for the parents, love for the sisters dead, heads to count, dimes to drop, one nut to stand. One kid to another, nuts to come, nuts to grow, people in shades of life, eggs to fires, nuts to joys and pleasures, and chick is born.
Mothers may I, Sue Willie Jones,
, Aleane Bailey, (May 12, 1937- October 16, 1971), rest in peace, and give them hell, rest will make you rust. Not her, head stone angel, hosts of others left to see. Good times, god ties, heads to count, hats to wear: mother to me, sister to me also, dead and gone, 4 decades to count. Brother left alive, last one in the tribe, Carl Lewis Breangh, king of the piles of shit, created from the dogs. Rats to roaches, roaches to deserts, faces in the crowds.
, Aleane Bailey, (May 12, 1937- October 16, 1971), rest in peace, and give them hell, rest will make you rust. Not her, head stone angel, hosts of others left to see. Good times, god ties, heads to count, hats to wear: mother to me, sister to me also, dead and gone, 4 decades to count. Brother left alive, last one in the tribe, Carl Lewis Breangh, king of the piles of shit, created from the dogs. Rats to roaches, roaches to deserts, faces in the crowds.
Aunts and uncles, coins to cousins, faces in the crowds, lost decades ago. Sunny and bright, good times, god ties, heaven on earth, hands to the sky, thanks so much, glory dazes to come.
Hello Mothers, May I please, tell the stores of tales for another 100 years. Not asking for much, just another pebble on the sands of time, faces to the heavens, dances in the clouds, walking on sunshine, good times to arrivals on the morning sunlight.This picture was taken in El Centro, Ca Preparing to visit my Church Family at the Holy Tabernacle C.O.G.I.C.Born on August 20, 1944.
IF YOU ARE NOT WILLING TO CHALLENGE YOUR OWN BELIEFS :THEN YOU ARE YOUR OWN MOST EFFECTIVE PRISON WARDEN.
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