It's all about perception. You create your own reality because in your world, it is of importance. This differs for everyone else because everyone's path is different which is why you should never compare yourself to others.
Green Lights, Trees To Woods, Spiders and Snakes, in the dark. Gifts to share, tales in the air, monkeys to dodge, good time, classes under the trees.Even idiots don't bring me down.Rednecks, rejects, retards, beans and franks, nuts on the run. Lots of love, lots of shit, lots of frogs in groups, family affairs.
Fruits and Nuts: Gifts given for the bad blood stories told.This treatment last over 4 decades, the medical community came and went with the older members to be replaced with fresh blood, to spread the lies about the treatments given.
Time to take a minute or two, recaplitations to do, lessons learned the first time. Practice not to fail, life lessons on love and hate, joys and pains, joys and pleasures.
Tales in the air, balls in the air, monkeys and snakes in the trees, the walks on the right sides. Happy and delighted for another day, happy to share a few others stories, trips into the woods.
Third party views, noses in the air, airs of lights and darkness. Sinners and saints, snakes and monkeys, cow and cattle, tales to share.
Good times, fun and games, love and hate horns on a goat. Dreams to live, dream life to create.Life is a Race, Rats, Tigers, Monkeys Racing To Home Bases Pieces Of A Dream, Dancing Angels, Dancing Desires, Good times, fun and games, love and hate horns on a goat. Dreams to live, dream life to create.
Even idiots don't bring me down.Rednecks, rejects, retards, beans and franks, nuts on the run. Lots of love, lots of shit, lots of frogs in groups, family affairs.
Fruits and Nuts: Gifts given for the bad blood stories told.This treatment last over 4 decades, the medical community came and went with the older members to be replaced with fresh blood, to spread the lies about the treatments given.
Days of peace and love, hate and love, living large, joys and pleasures, time to spare. Tips and tales, to rock with you, songs of Michael Jackson, covers the pictures, almanacs to replace.
Records, reports, recaps needed, good and bad, paths taken on the roads to greatness. Music notes, beats goes on, wheels turn, time never stops. Time and wheels, over the tracks, on the roads to greatness, bumps in the roads.
Green Lights, Trees To Woods, Spiders and Snakes, in the dark. Gifts to share, tales in the air, monkeys to dodge, good time, classes under the trees.
Time to take a minute or two, recaplitations to do, lessons learned the first time. Practice not to fail, life lessons on love and hate, joys and pains, joys and pleasures.
Tales in the air, balls in the air, monkeys and snakes in the trees, the walks on the right sides. Happy and delighted for another day, happy to share a few others stories, trips into the woods.
Third party views, noses in the air, airs of lights and darkness. Sinners and saints, snakes and monkeys, cow and cattle, tales to share.
Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, sometimes you learn, pages in books, recaps to recall. Party views online, sophistry to note.
💚#KobeBryant and his family are on the hearts and minds of millions across the globe. People are gathering to mourn and remember together. It is a reminder that we are interconnected and interrelated. And that we have the capacity to be a more grace-filled, humane community.
Who are you? Talking Heads.John Doe,names, labels, bitches and babes, sister in shades, future so bright, searching for the one, giant on land, leader of the band, retired from the races for bucks. Oh what a knight, are you the one,stats,age,how tall, 420 connected, questions up in the air.
Mourning a “celebrity” does not = lack of “consciousness.” And sometimes, the death of someone we feel like we knew, but we never actually touched, triggers pain about the death of people we knew well. We are on a brief pilgrimage here, reconciling life and death. Love well.
Mourning a “celebrity” does not = lack of “consciousness.” And sometimes, the death of someone we feel like we knew, but we never actually touched, triggers pain about the death of people we knew well. We are on a brief pilgrimage here, reconciling life and death. Love well.
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