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Certainty of semper fi, 'n' om-ly believe 'n' groan of assent struggle to rise… -- listen the strangest of stories are told as real as ever, the common idea, ever after time has lost its thread to our temper ai re ality in ifity was. Those were the days, ifity was. We were as you imagined, in your imagination, but really, we were all outlaws, on the run… what did your family think Wagon Train was about? We was runnin' from the letters of the laws, the man behind the star, the man on the horse, from old boogaswishery tales fairtold to meet the doubt, double mind, entende re, eh, follow or fall by the wayside and wait, one day you wake and find the path is paved thirty chariots wide, and you are not surprised, that state, surprise, being an undifined or undivined, okeh, wordminded state- stretched to this point -- flex-stress tested to thnthdgreeeee, to get most from extra eas y' pay attention points to the definity of devininity, as shobbolethic, - no pass, no se -- is it in the accent that makes the difference, or the proof? Unique as differing may be random as mathic edgery interpreters of times after all was said and done, one more. Like not missing a tittle or a jot, yet being wise as jumpstarts means were to stick shifts, shockingly, retro real… virtually be the character, see the luckies rolled in your sleeve… it was so easy to steal a car, almost as easy as on TV. But not if you always carried the coil wire in your pocket, so those were the ones you watched for, next time, coil wire in hand, it was easier than on TV, you knew the care was stolen before you stole it, that's like answered prayer, if y' askt me. Patience 'n' faith, wise as was imagined. at the time. The coil wire is the worm at the core. Grease monkey kings know this story, it is in our initiation to the mystery in the pistons.
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Dec 27, 2020
Dec 27, 2020 at 8:29 PM UTC
Old gang signs rememoring
Certainty of semper fi, 'n' om-ly believe 'n' groan of assent struggle to rise… -- listen the strangest of stories are told as real as ever, the common idea, ever after time has lost its thread to our temper ai re ality in ifity was. Those were the days, ifity was. We were as you imagined, in your imagination, but really, we were all outlaws, on the run… what did your family think Wagon Train was about? We was runnin' from the letters of the laws, the man behind the star, the man on the horse, from old boogaswishery tales fairtold to meet the doubt, double mind, entende re, eh, follow or fall by the wayside and wait, one day you wake and find the path is paved thirty chariots wide, and you are not surprised, that state, surprise, being an undifined or undivined, okeh, wordminded state- stretched to this point -- flex-stress tested to thnthdgreeeee, to get most from extra eas y' pay attention points to the definity of devininity, as shobbolethic, - no pass, no se -- is it in the accent that makes the difference, or the proof? Unique as differing may be random as mathic edgery interpreters of times after all was said and done, one more. Like not missing a tittle or a jot, yet being wise as jumpstarts means were to stick shifts, shockingly, retro real… virtually be the character, see the luckies rolled in your sleeve… it was so easy to steal a car, almost as easy as on TV. But not if you always carried the coil wire in your pocket, so those were the ones you watched for, next time, coil wire in hand, it was easier than on TV, you knew the care was stolen before you stole it, that's like answered prayer, if y' askt me. Patience 'n' faith, wise as was imagined. at the time. The coil wire is the worm at the core. Grease monkey kings know this story, it is in our initiation to the mystery in the pistons.
Temptation to toy with ideas, test patience of the sould out readers in mytheristic new year rites. Or drink myself ito a stupor. Or, wtch DaVinci's Demons and see the ads beneath it all. Starz.
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Dec 27, 2020
Dec 27, 2020 at 8:29 PM UTC
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