Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Sugar and Spices

Girls, girls and more girls, sugar and spice and everything nice, that is what girls are made of. Strangers to friends, lions, tigers, and bears, that sing songs together for the dances on the sands of time. Cycles to run, seasons to turn, butterflies out for the sunny dazes on the right side of the grave. Happy for the girls in the family tree, happy for the undead and the unstable girls in the family tree, happy and delighted with the lessons learned with the girls to women in my life.

Regards and concerns, white and black matters, on the mind, today and most of the time. Songs to sing for the masses, songs to sing and dance the nights away, hope hopping searching for places to land. Gifts to share, acts of kindness to give and take, smiles for the mistakes corrected. Mercy and goodness here to correct the mistakes, make the grades to take the next step up the mountains that you choose to climb. What a great day to be alive still, jumps for joys and pains of the good life, happy with the rewards, happy with the pies in the sky and the pots of gold at the end of the rainbows.


Spiders and snakes, webs to spin, tales in the air, good times, dances on the sands of time. Tricks and trades, curve balls, boys and games, jacks and marbles, games of baby boomers. Back in the day, stuck on stupid, stuck in a spiders web, blind and almost dead. Food for others. Girls and boys, kids forever, stuck in the reams of light, gifts to share on earth, every day. Lessons and classes of spiders and snakes, frogs and fakes, fingers to point, to blame the others. Faces in the mirror, seminars part of the time, twelve per hour, by the minute for some.


Rihanna - Work (Explicit) ft. Drake....IF U ANNOY ME ONCE I WILL DISLIKE U FOREVER IM SO SORRY IN ADVANCE....Choose Mountains To Climb, Monkey Year 2016...Practice to perfection  classic life lessons. Goodness and mercy, angels to see, common friends, mothers maybe, dead and expired, candles out. Angels in hosts, angels to shine, girls in red hoods, lucky days on the edge of light and day. Time to turn around, time to take a stand, all jokes aside. Right and wrong, three lefts will make it right, back to square one.


Notes to tips, tales to spin, dazed and stoned in the city, once long ago. Once upon a time, had a friend or two, like to play with snakes, until one bite her. Or was it him, a snake or a frog, on land or water, faces to see, coins to toads, back to the seven seas. 

Five Cents, Coins In Hand, Coins To Flip


Happy for the time spent with my mothers, happy for the lessons learned with the stories told of another time in space. History and the stories recorded for the records of the LIFE in 70 years, and stories of the pictures in Time recorded for fifty years. Records of the good, records of the bad, records of the ugly, makes marked in time for the records recorded. Happy to be a teacher, happy to be a student, happy to learn the lessons of the gods from the earth, lessons of the laws of nature, lessons for the bumps in the roads.

Top girls in the history lessons taught in classes still, tales of the Vikings in the 9th or the 10th century, and views on love and hate, horns of a goat. Happy and delighted for the gifts to write a tale or two for the goodness and mercy angels out tonight. Blue stars shooting bright tonight, wishes on the stars that shoot across the sky. Notes to the sinners and the saints out for the parties, and good times to play on the beach with whales. Whales or cows, are the same, twelve different types of cows. Killer whales are the biggest whales that I like, lived in Puget Sound, and saw the whales in the sound, on the way north. Happy and joyful are the herds of whales in the sea, not sure about the whales on land, happy and gay lifestyle of the whales on land?

Angels, fairies, and pixies are the girls that I know, every day earth angels, for the smiles, for the joys and the laughter of the friends on the side lines. Friends, family members, saints and sinners at the forks in the road, take the high road, not the easy roads. Sails on the boats of the seas of changes, butterflies out for the colors of the sunny dazes on the shores. Hope for the best, and get ready for the pits in the bowls of cherries. Lemons for the sugar and spices for the girls to make the most of the bumps in the road, and drinks made of the lemons, dodging the rocks under the sands of time.

Races with the horses, races with the rats, races for the sinners and the saints, races for the frogs, freaks, and fool, chances to change, lessons complete, or mistakes still to correct. Lessons learned the first time is best, but take all the time needed to learn the lessons well. Repent over and over again, if needed, a couple of can short of a six pack, or the simple or slow have problems with the words truthful and honest. Problems with faithful and bullshit, do not know the difference from the cows and the bison, whales on land, and jack asses from the hills and the valleys.

Girls that became mothers, girls that became mothers and teachers, girls that became doctors, girls that were the examples for the other girls behind them. Mothers and grandmothers of the girls to women, practice done over time and forever. Teachers or students the girls match the skills to the acts of kindness needed for the big pictures, on the roads to greatness, gifts to share with the stories told. Gifts to share of the bumps in the road, gifts to share of the tales with the snakes in the grass, tips on the wolves dressed like sheep. Tales and tweets of the fools, frogs, and freaks that party and play life away, for the gods in the center of the earth, hell hounds on the faces of the freaks out to party and play life to death.

Dream life for the fool, dream life for the fake friends, dream life for the freaks out at night, that party and play life on the beach, date a whale on the beach for the sex, drugs and the good looks. Dreams of your? Not a dream life for me, would not want to live on the sides of the roads, waiting for tricks, dicks, and freaks out at night, for the good times RV camping. Dream life for the cattle, dream life for the jackasses, dream life for the butches, dream life for the bitches, dream life for the freaks out for the easy life. Views of the ocean in a dated RV without running water to wipe your ass is not the live for the driven. Gifts to share for a life of hardships, frogs to date for the cash, freaks to suck for the 420 trades, dicks to suck for the oral talents to shine.

What a life? What a nightmare for a life, dreams of the flipping of the cards, dreams of a better daze with out the trick, dreams of a better daze with a house, dreams of a host of angels full of sugar and spice for the girls in training. Gifts to share with the lessons learned daily bread for the sinners and the saints, wishes on a star. Hopes, prayers, wishes, desires floating, searching for places to land. Pieces of a dream in action, flipping the cards, flipping the coins, taking the high roads to greatness.

Songs to sing for the masses, songs to sing and dance the nights away, hope hopping searching for places to land. Gifts to share, acts of kindness to give and take, smiles for the mistakes corrected. Mercy and goodness here to correct the mistakes, make the grades to take the next step up the mountains that you choose to climb. What a great day to be alive still, jumps for joys and pains of the good life, happy with the rewards, happy with the pies in the sky and the pots of gold at the end of the rainbows.

On the yellow brick road, with the lion, on the yellow brick road with the Tin Man, where are the others, that are going to the green cities? Questions for the OZ? Roads to riches, lands to dream about, ships passing in the night. Dances for the Tin Men, dances for the frogs and freaks out at night. Prayers, wishes, dreams, desires equal to the dances done on the yellow brick roads. Songs to sing, songs to dance the nights away with a Tin Man, dances with a Lion, dances with a scarecrows, dances with the dogs and the girls on the yellow brick roads to greatness. Ready to dance and sing life away?

Birds, Bees, Butterflies,trips to lost places, ships sailing in the night. Blame games, to use a finger, three fingers points to you, a second look to take. Write and rites, horse and pony shows, cowboys jacks and bag, boy games to play. Happy Dazes Again Hard Knocks, Movie Rights, good times, lost in time and space, songs to sing. Princess Whale, the bitch of West coast, Rachel Jarrot, expired in 2015, like granny in 2012.

Glory days gone, Rach Jarrot, now flipping faces, out of her skin. New skin, new looks, new names for butches, Rach Jay, new butch on board. Land whale, see new cow, born December 25? 2015. Frog to snake, or snake to frog, another fish in the seas. Stories and books in the sky, love my gems, sinners with green eyes, glasses also, frags and frogs to dodge. Happy New Year 2016, is it here yet? Happy Noses, Large Forehead, Planes To Land, Steven Jarrot, 7608512267, hell hound, snake in grass, pimp on wheels. Bees and birds, to be positive, classes on love and hate, good times. Tricks by RV Parties: Land Whales, cows and buffalo on land, cattle callers, tails to share. Tips and tales,  joys and pass deeds and actions of love and devotion.

Cold winds in the city of sins, games of chance, poker players, movie to see. Cards, chips and coins, five fingers to play, cards on the table, players and bets. March 2011: This was how the story went. Steven Jarrot, 76.....0.....8.....51......2.......267-Chuck Moore: Guy met guy, loved the image, black female veteran, the first one, stories so funny, kept the guy, for awhile. Happy with guy of his dreams. Until the mother met him was not able to talk, scream and yellowed for police. What a show, bitch in heat, scared to death, funny to see, Rachel Jarrot had a big laugh. Still laughing no doubt, not sure. What a happy day it was, trip to meet the mother, Sima Jarrot, the Queen of Cuba? Not the queen of ENGLAND for sure!!!.



Spiders and snakes, webs to spin, tales in the air, good times, dances on the sands of time. Tricks and trades, curve balls, boys and games, jacks and marbles, games of baby boomers. Back in the day, stuck on stupid, stuck in a spiders web, blind and almost dead. Food for others. Girls and boys, kids forever, stuck in the reams of light, gifts to share on earth, every day. Lessons and classes of spiders and snakes, frogs and fakes, fingers to point, to blame the others. Faces in the mirror, seminars part of the time, twelve per hour, by the minute for some.

Ways to grow, ways to expand, keep moving on....Stay active and just keep moving forward. It is unnecessary to keep checking or interrupting your spontaneity with calculation. Rather than look for consensus or affirmation from others, simply dance the dance. In other words, express yourself, react naturally and let the chips fall where they may. What matters is divine intention. 

Whether or not human beings approve is less important. If you allow your ego to inflate, however, you cease to be useful to self. Kisses and stitches, ways to get over the cuts of lovers and haters, goats and sheep, hats to wear, ways to grow. Hats and halos, snakes in the water, lights on the sands of time, rocks on the waves, drama on the seven seas. Johns, Shawns and the waters to wash, oceans blue created. 

Enchantment~I Can't Forget You....


 Dreams of yours also?

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Dances of a Tin Man

Tin Men Turns
Where are the others, the lion, the tiger and the bear? Where are the lion, the scarecrow, the dog, and the girl? Walks on the yellow brick road, watch out for the bumps in the road, watch out for the holes and the potholes on the road. Happy and delighted for another day above ground, happy and full of joy and peace for a new start, in a better place. Gifts of words to share daily, of the acts of kindness, the hand out to help the lose, the confused, and the displaced homeless veterans.

Nightmares to deal with the fake friends that leave you to swing in the wind, happy to save their own skin, happy to keep heads in the sand. Gifts and talents runs to good looks, lack of brains, with lots of tickets for trains, and free plane rides. Hell hounds here on earth, gifts from the center of the earth, gifts from the fake friends, lies for the truth and honesty with rose color glasses. Mistakes made with the whales on land, mistakes made with the fairies, mistakes made with the frogs and the fools.

Lessons learned the first time, gifts and rewards given for the corrections to the mistakes made to make you stronger, gifts to share of the joys and the pains of the bumps in the roads, and the classes in play still. Love and hate, horns on a goat, for the 9th or the 10th century, with the "Vikings", a movie. I liked it a lot, and have only great things to say about the brothers with another mother, and the falls on the left sides of the graves. Brothers unknown until the time of death, unknown until after the deaths of the father and the brother, and that was about love and devotion twisted. Happy and delighted for the little miracles given daily.

Pies in the sky, in the land of the blind, gifts with the pots of gold at the end of the rainbows? Where is Peter Pan, where are the others that live in never  land, to party for the night lights to shine? Rain today, rain go away, or rain to learn how to dance in the rain? Happy for the rain, happy for the sun to shine, happy for the good times, happy for the lessons learned. Gifts of tales, gifts of words in stories, of the good, bad and ugly times on the road to greatness. Happy for the next day, happy for the present moments of sunshine, happy for the joys and the pains of the life given to make great again.

Strangers to friends on the shores of time to share the flips in and out of the roads to the bumps and the pits. Happy to dodge the frogs, happy to dodge the freaks out at night, happy to dodge the whales on land. Gifts of oral talents leave a lot to be desired, faithful and bullshit both eight letter words, problems for the fake friends, problems for the snakes in the grass. Lives spent for the good times.
Good times on the beach, fun and games where the cattle and the buffalo roam, Upland, Ventura?

Peter Pan, Peter Love, Peter and Paul, the boys of the pack of fairies, or freaks that never grew up. Boys to men, men that remain boys for the life that they live. Games of chance, stars to read, happy for the adventures of the wild and free. Role models Kid Rock, sheep for the Rolling Stones, happy to dance the night away with Billy Idol, any of those guys will do. Boys to men that never grew up, oh yeah they got older, but the kids within are in touch still.

Found the Tin Man in Huntington Beach, CA: a wild man from New York, and a big heart for a dumb dog. Happy for the joys and pains of six kids, happy and delighted with the lessons learned alone the way. Happy with the friends for life in the 420 community, with the plants up north. Ready for a ride on a Victory Bike for the biker boy from the hills and valleys in New York. Trips around the world, to parts and places where white people do not go, more stories to be told, of the roads to riches to share. Trips to the beach to watch the sun set, trips to the beach to watch the birds on the roofs, trips to the other side of California in the works.

Strangers to friends, that are 420 connected is the first choice, part of a coop is even better, land to grow more crops in the land by the seas. Great day above ground, lessons or blessing, strangers to friends. Friends for a season, friends for a cause, friends for a life time to share the joys and pains on the roads to greatness. More gifts to share, more suns to shine, more stars to count, daily gifts for the wishes of the angels, with the saints and the sinners flipping the cards.

Graves to you and graves to me, born to die daily, each day closer to the last dazes on earth, please yourself. Views are like noses and everyone has one, gifts to share with the sinners and the saints, oral talents not enough for the bumps in the road. Lessons learned with a snake in the grass, classes with the whales on land, mistakes of the freaks, frogs and fools noted. Mercy and goodness angels on board for the mistakes to correct of the fools, frogs and freaks, living on the edge of life, RV camping for the last 10 years. Records set for the good times on the beach, whales on land for the party and play freaks out at night. Happy with the lifestyle, happy with the grass growing under their feet, same story, different year. Games to play with the words used for truthful and honesty, punch line for the jack assess for the hills and valleys in Riverside, CA.

Happy for the houses in Long Beach, happy for the houses in Ventura, happy for the houses on the beaches, with the horses ready to run the races on the beach, on the sands of time. Horses, rats, tigers, and bears, happy and delighted with the animals out at bat, turns to take for the marks to the next steps to the roads to greatness.

Songs to sing for the masses, songs to sing and dance the nights away, hope hopping searching for places to land. Gifts to share, acts of kindness to give and take, smiles for the mistakes corrected. Mercy and goodness here to correct the mistakes, make the grades to take the next step up the mountains that you choose to climb. What a great day to be alive still, jumps for joys and pains of the good life, happy with the rewards, happy with the pies in the sky and the pots of gold at the end of the rainbows.

On the yellow brick road, with the lion, on the yellow brick road with the Tin Man, where are the others, that are going to the green cities? Questions for the OZ? Roads to riches, lands to dream about, ships passing in the night. Dances for the Tin Men, dances for the frogs and freaks out at night. Prayers, wishes, dreams, desires equal to the dances done on the yellow brick roads. Songs to sing, songs to dance the nights away with a Tin Man, dances with a Lion, dances with a scarecrows, dances with the dogs and the girls on the yellow brick roads to greatness. Ready to dance and sing life away?





Cold winds in the city of sins, games of chance, poker players, movie to see. Cards, chips and coins, five fingers to play, cards on the table, players and bets. March 2011: This was how the story went. Steven Jarrot, 76.....0.....8.....51......2.......267-Chuck Moore: Guy met guy, loved the image, black female veteran, the first one, stories so funny, kept the guy, for awhile. Happy with guy of his dreams. Until the mother met him was not able to talk, scream and yellowed for police. What a show, bitch in heat, scared to death, funny to see, Rachel Jarrot had a big laugh. Still laughing no doubt, not sure. What a happy day it was, trip to meet the mother, Sima Jarrot, the Queen of Cuba? Not the queen of ENGLAND for sure!!!.



Spiders and snakes, webs to spin, tales in the air, good times, dances on the sands of time. Tricks and trades, curve balls, boys and games, jacks and marbles, games of baby boomers. Back in the day, stuck on stupid, stuck in a spiders web, blind and almost dead. Food for others. Girls and boys, kids forever, stuck in the reams of light, gifts to share on earth, every day. Lessons and classes of spiders and snakes, frogs and fakes, fingers to point, to blame the others. Faces in the mirror, seminars part of the time, twelve per hour, by the minute for some.

Ways to grow, ways to expand, keep moving on....Stay active and just keep moving forward. It is unnecessary to keep checking or interrupting your spontaneity with calculation. Rather than look for consensus or affirmation from others, simply dance the dance. In other words, express yourself, react naturally and let the chips fall where they may. What matters is divine intention. 

Whether or not human beings approve is less important. If you allow your ego to inflate, however, you cease to be useful to self. Kisses and stitches, ways to get over the cuts of lovers and haters, goats and sheep, hats to wear, ways to grow. Hats and halos, snakes in the water, lights on the sands of time, rocks on the waves, drama on the seven seas. Johns, Shawns and the waters to wash, oceans blue created. 

Enchantment~I Can't Forget You....