Today the window is open and the doors are open for a look into the future and the big picture, not a one time thing unless that is your choice. I pray you get that: Good evening. I am looking for a connection, conversation, and chemistry, shots in the dark, woman for man.I know, but here I am.I simply desire to talk to another soul about our lives, thoughts, experiences, fears, loves, goals, and anything else.
- For Their Foes — That Means You,How to Limit Social Media’s Power Without Growing Government Peter St. Onge. Somethin' there is about yo...Daily walks. Love, love, love!It is NOT. Fuck views of others, get up and dance away. Rather consensus.
- Time Never Stops.Cows, Cattle, Hogs Runners, Frog Dates. Class Whales: Hard knocks for lessons in love and devotion. Grass growing. Happy and blue flipping coins.SHIT HAPPENS. EVERYDAY. TO EVERYONE. THE DIFFERENCE IS IN HOW PEOPLE DEAL WITH IT.TIME TO TURN THE PAGE: Unique Personalities.Opportunity,Games on Demand and ran three back-to-back Fiasco sessions.One fine day, it is a good one, eyes open wide, in the morning darkness, just before dawn.
- Shut the fuck up with Your bullshit , rocks to roll in your head, penny battles, penny lovers, penny winners, losers, learners, ways to go. Snakes In The Grass. Cows, Pigs, Hogs, Jewish Wales, Bald Head Rats.Shut the fuck up with Your bullshit , rocks to roll in your head, penny battles, penny lovers, penny winners, losers, learners, ways to go.
Jesus Christ, monkeys to see. Jokes and tips, Mother Goose stories, stories out of the good books, the bible, Moses and Jesus, fish and bread, stories better when you die. The man in the sky, Jesus and his sons, angels on high, mercy and goodness, classes on the beach, con men and the stories left. The bitch was a hooker, the man was her pimp, out of the winds, out of smokes, bun to be born. In a barn Christ was born. Bastard boy named Jesus, the son of the man in sky. Fairy tales for the sheep.Lost in time, lost in space, to connect, to make changes,I pray you get that:
Lost in time, lost in space, to connect, to make changes, I need a strong man, someone that can work from anywhere. Ready to see the sights, ready to hit the road, have RV fixed and ready to jet. That would be nice, baby boomer, born in the 1950. Another way to skin a cat, what I want, and what I would like to have, I write it, and in time I get it. Blue oceans to create, I believe in me, I believe in you, the guy next door, the best you that I have yet to meet. More mountains left to climb.
Today the window is open and the doors are open for a look into the future and the big picture, not a one time thing unless that is your choice. I pray you get that: Good evening. I am looking for a connection, conversation, and chemistry, shots in the dark, woman for man.I know, but here I am.I simply desire to talk to another soul about our lives, thoughts, experiences, fears, loves, goals, and anything else.
Mother Goose stories, stories out of the good books, the bible, Moses and Jesus, fish and bread, stories better when you die. The man in the sky, Jesus and his sons, angels on high, mercy and goodness, classes on the beach, con men and the stories left. The bitch was a hooker, the man was her pimp, out of the winds, out of smokes, bun to be born. In a barn Christ was born. Bastard boy named Jesus, the son of the man in sky. Fairy tales for the sheep, love and hate on a goat, stories left behind.
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