Jokes and laughs, How I saw it, good times to share. Tongue Out Like Snakes, Jokes on Grandmother Vic, once when I was five. Jane " The Pain", stuck her tongue out at me for something, and I told Grandmother Vic, there was a snake in the house, in Palm Springs, CA. She got all scared,she started to yell get out of the house fast, was not able to keep a stright face. Told her it was a joke, don't think she liked it much.
Blue Birds, Singing Songs, Messages clear, joys and pleasures, writers dazes, happiness to rites. Third party views, my sisters, my mothers, time to share. Flipping coins to find out, who come next, updates to do. History recorded, not news today, unless you never know. News flashes, faces turned to yesterday, lives losts, lives over. Time to say hello to angels in air, mothers and brothers expired, now angels again.
Every starts life as a star in the light, so shining and new, until the age of 12, rights and reason. Laws of land, rights and reasons, different between good and bad, to say in courts. Goodness and mercy, angels for me, do you know your angels protecton, gifts to share all the time. See yourself in other people, treat others as you would yourself, one of the golem rules. Another one to share, sometimes you win, and sometimes you loss, have fun and be a good sport. Most important two, light night and day, seven sins, seven snakes, short men in the woods. Fairy tales, biblical stories, hidden messages, of mountains climb, rules to play, to save the lands, from evil forces under the surfaces.
Singing birds in dogwood trees, happy songs to sing, good times. Government workers, military first: Always A Marine, day job for six years, got on first plane ride, with Uncle Sam. Happiness was getting out of high school, spenting summer in California, then off to South Carolina. Grandmother Mary Jane Bailey, died that year, red cool aid, drank to death, November 1978. Sad story, classes of fools, some con artist, Jim Jones, second Jesus Christ.
Red Hair, Dallas Angels, Stories to Tell. Pictures and words, brief story, sent by email, "kicking it with John", farmers in the dell. Jack Bailey and his kids, and their kids, got togethet once. First family of Jack and Aleane Bailey, married once, before death. Aleane Bailey, dead at age 34, in Tucson, Az: October 16, 1971. Left five kids behind, kept trying to take Buddy back, he went back first. Richard Alexander Bailey, your little brother, cousin, or friends. Sad story, Buddy dead at 41, day worker for more money, died alone in the house. One little pig, to cry his way home, by cans of sprays. Huff and puffed, his way out of life, no family to talk at all.
Red riding hood? Cinderella or Lady and the Tramp, men or mice, honest and truthful, faithful and loyal, John Cowboy, the golden giant. Trips around the world, Paris for downloading, time out to dream, dance, and love. Strangers to friends, love, needs, desires to go with dances on the boat, docked in Newport. Time to sail the seven seas into the sunset.
Thanks for tips and insights: letting me know, needed help with the signs of time, not sure if real are parts of stories I tell myself. Have dreams of past lives, parts of the fairy tales I live and write. Had so many lessons to learn, trips to hell with snakes, frogs, and bad apples. Love and devotion, truthful and honesty, faithful and bullshit, used as punch lines to jokes. Was stuck in a coffin with a fag, stuck with land whales, and eaten alive. Thank God for heartburn, thanks to goodness and mercy: angels that protect me from the bumps in the roads.
Was spoon feed stories and fairy tales while in church, in AZ with Indians also, Hopi, Apache, and Blackfeet, others also just can't recall tribe names.Lived in Ok, TX, and California while in early years before 18th birthday. Afterwards got on first plane ride after high school complete in Coleman, TX. Class of 80, was in top of 75, of course, it's funny now. Joined the Marines, 6 years and the start of 30 years, working for United States Government. More damage done in work places, get paid now for those lessons learned now, best place to start working, stories of time spent there pay me now.
My belief created in my history, help me stay alive, had lots of darkness, shadows and dances with snakes. People that lived the life of fakes, life with their eyes covered, to the rites of the matters at hand. Love or hate, horns of a goat, the flip sides of coins, cards flipped 54 ways to play each hand, seasons done in darkness. Was born March 18, the day of rebirth every year. I believe in butterflies they represent new beginning in Spanish, do start over on a drop of a dime.
Tell me what you think as a stranger to friend point of view. With your third eye, if it is open. Need clarification, need confirmation, need insight to carry on wiser in a faster pace. Have lots of mountains to climb, in forms of butterflies, birds, and bees. Dragon flying, and dragonflies have been around longest. Tell me what you believe, please about historical facts given. Moot?
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.
Stories to tell, because you can only be in one place at a time, life is short, and each day is a gift that we share is what I like to believe, happy and filled with peace for the friends that did not last.o share, tasteful delights with the pleasures of fun, food and families. Good times to share always a pleasure, living life on the edge, in a RV is the dream life for the freaks out at night. Shady people, freaks, frogs and fools,bread and butter for the donkeys, jackasses, wolves, snakes, and rats running the rat race.
Thanks to god for the little miracles, thanks to god for the answers to the questions on truth and honesty, thanks and praises to the gods of war, March for sure, for the birds and bees I give thanks. Happy for the strangers to friends, happy and gay for a new day, happy and delighted with the gifts of chance today.
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