PRISON LETTER |Making Waves 2: ππππSo many times . School of Hard Knocks: Freaks And Frogs, Movies With Fools, Jewish Rites,..."love does not fear giving too much.".I'm Afraid of Water: coz of these -SHARKS, CROCODILES SNAKES, WHALES..on land.
π€part-time Martianπ½MORE HEART THAN U THOUGHT?πCatch me at … Towers with guns, Micky Mouse on bikes, black and yellow, wasps and whites, faces of snakes, Nazi, gloves off , rats to roaches, faces off police to call. Heads to count, songs to sing, veterans to watch out. Shot on site of cakes, candies, tales on the rats in magic madness. Nazis to me, heads to count, no gates to open for veterans in and out of states of blue, black, red flags to see.
We The People πΊπΈ Gems in the dirt, buried in piles of shit, the weights of the world, searching for the stones and rocks to keep. Horns fights, games of the races, games of the animals, games with balls, games to mate. Spring time, new life to begin, joys and pains, bumps in the road, all parts to play. Teachers or students, hope for more, work for more, write, for time and space. Stoned & Dazed: Snakes, Frogs, Butches, Fag Hags, Snake Eyes.Jewish Army 2016......Classes on the beach. 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.
We The People πΊπΈ Gems in the dirt, buried in piles of shit, the weights of the world, searching for the stones and rocks to keep. People are stars, buried in piles of shit, lost in the herds.Dances In The Dark, Spiders, Snakes: Rocky Sands. Snakes, Spiders, And Worms, Black And Yellow, Men, Mice, Messages, Hats, Horns, Haters, Joys And Pains, Dances In Rain. Good Times. Classes.
We The People πΊπΈ Gems in the dirt, buried in piles of shit, the weights of the world, searching for the stones and rocks to keep. Horns fights, games of the races, games of the animals, games with balls, games to mate. Spring time, new life to begin, joys and pains, bumps in the road, all parts to play. Teachers or students, hope for more, work for more, write, for time and space. Stoned & Dazed: Snakes, Frogs, Butches, Fag Hags, Snake Eyes.Jewish Army 2016......Classes on the beach. 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.
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