Thursday, February 10, 2022

Paths alone your journey .Spiraling out of control. Races for bucks, dimes to drop, seasons of strangers to friends, heads to count, stats to share, wind to wings, birds and bees.



Frank Agresti,Juliana Santiago. Prostitutes (R&R) hide this posting So basically cl put a stop to the personals and now these people clutter the R&R section. Find a new profession. And get off of craigslist. And leave the missed connection section too.

Fucking ingrates!Monica - Why I Love You So Much.Veteran Declared Glory… Happy hearts, happy hands, lots of joy and pleasures share, family members.Voices, Views, Values.
Hey- What horns do you want when you get to hell? 'I'M SORRY, DID I ROLL MY EYES OUT LOUD?Here's To Our Past, And Presents(s) Always. Seasons Of Joys, Pains, Dances In The Rain, Birds, Bees, Bugs, Counting Heads.Wales on the land, hogs, pigs, cows, faces under the surfaces, knights to spare. I like to write, to recap, and recall the events that left an impression, call me crazy, weird, or strange, it does not matter to me, have to push the shit out, marching forward to a better day .


Lots Of Love,Lots Of Laughs,Lots Of Liars.Lessons.COME TOGETHER RIGHT NOW.Love,...One Day In Life, Back In Time, Heads In Sands Of Time, Pebbles To Rocks, Gems To Love, Lions, Tigers, And Bears, Oh My. I support impeachment.W4M, good times, what I want, what I wish for, words in waves, how do you like me now? Baby boomer, growing up, back in time, tell me your tales, what made you great, why should we connect, stranger in the knight. Man in yellow hat, man in a mask, running numbers, running words, running races, still, to make a buck. Love, Lights, Laughter 2.

 Think you can't do it? Try looking in a different way. Nightmares with the fake friends that leave you to swing the wind, happy to save their own skin.Did you know that TOO MUCH TOLERANCE KILLS LOVE?



Paths alone your journey .Spiraling out of control. Races for bucks, dimes to drop, seasons of strangers to friends, heads to count, stats to share, wind to wings, birds and bees. Mountains to climb, roads to travel, paths to cross, why not.


Thanks for the email! Ya I live in Temecula right by the casino… I have some PTSD as I worked for DOD and a private contractor in Iraq for a few years.

Got tons of good pot and vapes. I like to hit the concentrate or a vape as it gets me nice and toasty..

I grow a bit..Paths alone your journey .Spiraling out of control. Races for bucks, dimes to drop, seasons of strangers to friends, heads to count, stats to share, wind to wings, birds and bees.

Wanna hang out? I’ll bring over some good buds for you to try..

I’m 38. White. 6 foot 1. 215 lbs in great shape. I work now as an MMA instructor.  Fun dude. Love to meet you. Paths alone your journey .Spiraling out of control. Races for bucks, dimes to drop, seasons of strangers to friends, heads to count, stats to share, wind to wings, birds and bees.

Want to exchange pics? What horns do you want when you get to hell? 'I'M SORRY, DID I ROLL MY EYES OUT LOUD?Here's To Our Past, And Presents(s) Always. Seasons Of Joys, Pains, Dances In The Rain, Birds, Bees, Bugs, Counting Heads.Wales on the land, hogs, pigs, cows, faces under the surfaces, knights to spare. I like to write, to recap, and recall the events that left an impression, call me crazy, weird, or strange, it does not matter to me, have to push the shit out, marching forward to a better day .

Brad


 What horns do you want when you get to hell? 'I'M SORRY, DID I ROLL MY EYES OUT LOUD?Here's To Our Past, And Presents(s) Always. Seasons Of Joys, Pains, Dances In The Rain, Birds, Bees, Bugs, Counting Heads.Wales on the land, hogs, pigs, cows, faces under the surfaces, knights to spare. I like to write, to recap, and recall the events that left an impression, call me crazy, weird, or strange, it does not matter to me, have to push the shit out, marching forward to a better day .






So thanks for the life, the joys and pains, dealing with loss. For me, it is writing, have so many mountains left to climb.Paths alone your journey .Spiraling out of control. Races for bucks, dimes to drop, seasons of strangers to friends, heads to count, stats to share, wind to wings, birds and bees.

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