Justin Preston..When it rains... look up rather than down. Without the rain....Rob Bow Wow. Thank you! ππππAnd eye hope you never die. ..hahahaha π¨π¨π²π✌ππππCows to call, cattle to roam, faces of dogs, faces of cattle to call. Good times, dances on the sands of time, with a monkey on your back, six to count in the house. Redness, from the city of retards, rejects, and basket cases. Lovers, haters,fuckers and worms,trist and turn, coins to flip, dances on the side of the road.Happy birthday to you girl BEST FRIEND.
Justin Preston..When it rains on your parade, ......Without the rain....Rob Bow Wow. Thank you! ππππAnd eye hope you never die. ..hahahaha π¨π¨π²π✌ππππ⚡️God is never late. Know that slowly, steadily, surely, the time approaches when the vision will be fulfilled.
Just to let you know this is a story, or a tale that was created for fun, and it is a tale base on facts, from a mad hatter’s point of view. How is that for disclosure? Anyway the lessons were learned, that when you want to post pictures of people that you know online, make sure you cover the faces. Otherwise what you do in the dark may come to light sooner or later. Back at you later, with more tales from a far, and near in the recesses of my mind.
Hopes and prayers for the whales on land, joys and pains of the school of Hard Knocks, degrees in bullshit and faithful, what that means is love and devotion from a twisted and bend lot of coppers. Faux friends to date, good times with the meth, good times with a sucker or two, gifts to share with oral talents to last a life time. Happy and delighted for the life to live large in a blue state of mind, hopes and prayers for the sunny dazes on the beach, trips to the moon, trips to hell to dodge.
Trust Him. π―Back in time, read a book or two, saw the story online: blasts.Frank Agresti,I swear I thought of u ..THE Real Uππ½ππ½ππΎππΎπ―π©❤️ππ©πΈπ½πΈπ½❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️: Birds To Fly.. Frank with out beans, with out luck, without dates.
Joy To Cattle:Kosher?Dead Holiday Turkeys. Sick, crazy, witty, wise, charmer, ghost story, about the mules and jackasses I encounter in Ventura, Ca in days gone by. I. Hot Pepper was his life. Hot Pepper was the reward for 25 years in service to his babies mama. Thank god childhood has a end to it. Lighthouses on the shores, warnings out, ships back on the docks for the night. Good times over for the night. Cats in the cradle, the man and the moon.ππππAnd eye hope you never die. ..hahahaha π¨π¨π²π✌ππππ
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