Tuesday tacos on the beach, Huntington Beach, CA, art works of Rachel Walker, fairy tales on the dark side. Red and the wolf, the mad hatter, and the step kids with red hair.

 What the fuck kind of mental defective are you? Some new species perhaps: Blue knights, stars bright, wishes on stars so high, heavens open, tears of joy and laughter. Jokers to the left, clowns to the right, wishes, hopes and desires stuck in the middle.

Penny Dates: Snakes in grass: Dicks out of Box: Cum Suckers, cheap tricks.Dances until dawn, dates of the beach, trips to hell, monkeys swinging on dogwood trees, suckers and snakes. Wigs and baseball caps, home movies to direct. Rachel Wigsout, Rachel Jarrot, Rachel Walker, art from the edge of the world. Tuesday tacos on the beach, Huntington Beach, CA, art works of Rachel Walker, fairy tales on the dark side. Red and the wolf, the mad hatter, and the step kids with red hair.

Dances in the dark, dances on the beach, trips to the dogs on tracks. Time to shine, time to turn lights on, frogs and snakes racing for the darkness. Tricks and trades, movies at home to make, pieces of cake, ice cream to take. Jokes and laughs, dances with wolves and snakes. Blue dreams blowing in winds. Time in the woods, time to tell, time to give thanks, good times.

Tuesday tacos on the beach, Huntington Beach, CA, art works of Rachel Walker, fairy tales on the dark side. Red and the wolf, the mad hatter, and the step kids with red hair. What the fuck kind of mental defective are you? Some new species perhaps: Blue knights, stars bright, wishes on stars so high, heavens open, tears of joy and laughter. Jokers to the left, clowns to the right, wishes, hopes and desires stuck in the middle.

 What the fuck kind of mental defective are you? Some new species perhaps: Blue knights, stars bright, wishes on stars so high, heavens open, tears of joy and laughter. Jokers to the left, clowns to the right, wishes, hopes and desires stuck in the middle.

Tuesday tacos on the beach, Huntington Beach, CA, art works of Rachel Walker, fairy tales on the dark side. Red and the wolf, the mad hatter, and the step kids with red hair.Time on the cross, time to face the lions, kings on a level or two, angels out to protect, earth angels, fairies and pixies. Tales to spin, cash on table, books to write, trips to hell, snakes and frogs. Sharks and whales, birds and bees, trips to hell, blame games to play. Tricked and pimped, eaten alive for a season or two. Crooks and robbers, snakes and monkeys, dances in the rain, dances in the woods. Reasons, seasons and causes, tales in your head, dreams dancing in my head. New plans, new dreams, new cattle and more sheep. Blue and green people, search is on, dates to set with mature, witty owls, kings on land, lions to locate. Knights to shine, kings on land, lions in other forms, men of class. Leaders as kings, Peter Pan rides again. 

Snakes in grass, snakes and worms, hackers to kill, accounts high jacked, history changed, for a minute or two. Lights on, shame and pains, lessons learned, legends to hear, four tops to spin, girls in the family, Debbie, Phyllissa, Jane, Charlotte, And Richard, last one one, not a girl, the only boy, born. Kids of mine, kids of my family, my mother left us alone. Long time ago, still sad and blue, waited for years, for the other shoe to fall off. Happy to know where the shoes are, the red ones when to stay. 

Tuesday tacos on the beach, Huntington Beach, CA, art works of Rachel Walker, fairy tales on the dark side. Red and the wolf, the mad hatter, and the step kids with red hair. What the fuck kind of mental defective are you? Some new species perhaps: Blue knights, stars bright, wishes on stars so high, heavens open, tears of joy and laughter. Jokers to the left, clowns to the right, wishes, hopes and desires stuck in the middle.

Time on the cross, time to face the lions, kings on a level or two, angels out to protect, earth angels, fairies and pixies. Tales to spin, cash on table, books to write, trips to hell, snakes and frogs. Sharks and whales, birds and bees, trips to hell, blame games to play. Tricked and pimped, eaten alive for a season or two. Crooks and robbers, snakes and monkeys, dances in the rain, dances in the woods. Reasons, seasons and causes, tales in your head, dreams dancing in my head. New plans, new dreams, new cattle and more sheep. Blue and green people, search is on, dates to set with mature, witty owls, kings on land, lions to locate. Knights to shine, kings on land, lions in other forms, men of class. Leaders as kings, Peter Pan rides again. 

Snakes in grass, snakes and worms, hackers to kill, accounts high jacked, history changed, for a minute or two. Lights on, shame and pains, lessons learned, legends to hear, four tops to spin, girls in the family, Debbie, Phyllissa, Jane, Charlotte, And Richard, last one one, not a girl, the only boy, born. Kids of mine, kids of my family, my mother left us alone. Long time ago, still sad and blue, waited for years, for the other shoe to fall off. Happy to know where the shoes are, the red ones when to stay. 

Steven Jarrot, exciting  excuses, blame games on hand, fingers pointed at others, how a snake likely to say.  He should have bought her a new car, since he wanted to drive something else instead of the Toyota Solara, and he had his eyes on cars for the cattle in the family only, the hairless one-Rocky Jarrot, and the hairdresser buffalo that had her, now just a butch, buff, wide ass or BBW-Rachel Jarrot-bison to buffalo, now of course,  is how I see it. Rest time for the wicked? Expiration dates are coming for some.

Instead, he bought his kid-hairless Rocky Cattlecaller (one of my names or labels for her), and made a remark about how she thought I was foolish and she was laughing at me on the way to the bank. On mother's day he started day off nice, wishing a happy day, but by the end of the day, he was senting threast by text, and I have been sending them to my email accounts, so that I can print them out ... What do you think? Will share the longest text received with you, and please do not get taken in by the projections that are common for Steve Jarrot, okay?

Love and hate horns of a goat. Love and devotions from a man for a women, gifts of the old souls floating here today, gone tomorrow. Lessons to learn, about the fun and games in the minds and hearts of the young at heart. Fairies, pixies, earth angels, bikers from New York, gifts of songs and dances for a better daze.

Tips for the sinners and tales for the saints, gifts to share of the trips around the trees needed for the lessons to learn. Classes in place. Love and hate, truthful and honest, happy and gay, happy and delighted for the dreams in actions, gifts of the young at heart.

Jokers and poker players, cum suckers, snakes in dens, sinners and saints, frogs to date. Gifts of white skin, snakes in dens, jackasses in the hills, seconds to holler, snakes on sticks, balls and sticks, fires still burning on the sands of time. Rocks and stones, seven days to work, seven snakes in the dark, monkeys to swing in packs, into the woods, under the dogwood trees. Jokers and players to date, fruits and nuts, part of the home movies. Gifts of film, joys and pleasures, party and pay. Frogs and snakes, in the wind, branches of peace under the dogwood trees. Green Again:

Blue knights, stars bright, wishes on stars so high, heavens open, tears of joy and laughter. Jokers to the left, clowns to the right, wishes, hopes and desires stuck in the middle. 

 What the fuck kind of mental defective are you? Some new species perhaps: Blue knights, stars bright, wishes on stars so high, heavens open, tears of joy and laughter. Jokers to the left, clowns to the right, wishes, hopes and desires stuck in the middle.