Monday, March 20, 2017

What are some photographs that you believe everybody should see?

Goodness and mercy angels, dogwood  butterflies, Jesus  and Moses gifts of stories to share. Jumps for joy, jumps of happiness, peace and understanding covered, in the light of day. Out of darkness, out of the woods, out of hell created on sands of times. Sunny and bright dazes to dance. Good times at the end of the rainbows, fairies, pixies, and earth angels, trips around the dogwood trees.

Dances with dates set on the sunrise to bright skies and calm seas, dances on the beach.  Light your candles, lift up your lights, tell a tale, write a song, do a dance for the good times. Time of your life, Pitbull-great song, everyday is the best day so far, gifts of the cloud castle in the sky. Greeting from the queen of numbers, sea hag, Pixie Dust in Newport Beach on the west coast. Just put the tin man on the plane to the 3s, and the 4s, undercover as a tree hugger, to go to Rome, Muscow, and places to party with the start of the race. Lessons in the numbers up to 12, bakers dozen best, out of the gate 15 ring, parents higher numbers to the end of time.

Gifts to share daily.Out of the woods, back on high ground, out of the dirt, ready to shine a brighter light, earth angels, pixies, and fairies, out of the rocks. Second form of life to live, within the skins of the young at heart. Kids full of fun, joys and games, teaching new classes in classic fairy tales. Second time to try again to teach the lessons needed for the trips to the lands at the end of the rainbows.   Good times on top of the mountains, flying high as a bird or a butterfly, new lives in the second form, to fly away from darkness. Goodness and mercy angels out all the time, hands out to help up, the lost and displaced earth angels. Sleep on their backs, trapped in a dazes, with the land whales.

 Thanks, nice shot, love the water, and the life on the surfaces, cheers, and chaps, good times...Sands of time, to blow in the winds, candles and songs to sell, shows to do. Pictures and words, tales to show, horses to rats to races to go, trips to the beaches, trips with friends, freaks out to steal. 

Veterans and houses on my mind, trips to hell in group homes, bugs in the beds to fight, cheap people that run the places, so much cash to take, not for the veterans, and the beds that they use, need new ones, to replace every year, depending on the transited veterans, to days to hell to get back up again. Houses and homes for veterans still needed, so bad. 

King Knight: Dazed and happy notes to sing and dance, life on the mountain tops. Good guy for good times, out of the shadows, back in the lights. Warrior to love with both hands open, love needed to carry on good fights.Records Rounds
I have become a writer, and write stories for the veterans that need cash and attention for the damages received in the military, I write there stories, so that they can get paid benefits and take the time to fill and place the forms. I have some of the stories that I wrote, and have come to a stand still with the process, because nobody really wants to stop and take the time. Have plans to use your program and your location, and your services to generate more monetary considerations for you. 
What are some of the criteria for evaluating photographs of people for display in mus.​.​.​?
Sarah Meister on June 27, 2016
What are some photographs that you believe everybody should see?Devils here on earth, the bad things that live here are shown thought the deeds and actions of this tribe or band of reptiles that are not attorneys, and wolves and donkeys. The donkeys in the hills of Riverside of the family member that have died and returned as donkeys in the canyons of Col-ton, Moreno Valley, in the hills of Riverside county.
Paul and Charles E. Jarrot dead at 85 and dead at 21, pushing up roses in the hills of the grounds where they are planted. The fairy of the family died of sex to the heart, snitch way to go is one way to look at it. Dead at your mother's door , with fake identification, so your family have to claim someone else, because he died without his own identification on him. The way to die for a person with a big mouth is how he died in Hollyweird, home of the Jewish Bisexual Jarrot Army 2017....
Dying daily while in a dazes, hell hounds in dens of snakes, being eaten alive.  Wake up and smell the roses, wake up the girls, waiting for real lights of rights, reasons, and rites of passages. Good times to share, gifts to exchange, tales and stories, while trapped in the darkness. Dogwood butterflies for the new births, for the rebirths, of dreams, wishes and prayers.

Morning class, notes to New York City, Franky Trees listen up. Katz in the cradle, baby rocking the boat. 2 kittys playing games on the beach. Lost my three lines. Here is the big one, 2 are terrible always, I did not have mind, and you left me to have it on Julie, and Angie. Shame on you. Father Time, not Franky Trees, or Frankie Trees, in NEW YORK CITY,,,,,  Get out of the fives, get the fours, a dick, a dog, a cando monkey, for the trps out of this world, fairy tales to restore. Read a book, Red and Wolf. Edge of the earth art, Huntington Beach on Tuesday, Rachel Walker for the view in the darkness, in the shadows.

 Seven sins to keep the orders over the herds of frogs, trapped inside of the beasts of light and darkness, for lessons to be learned. Books on days of the week, seven short men jumping back into the graves for color rocks. Gems in the dirt, buried in piles of shit, the weights of the world, searching for the stones and rocks to keep. People  are stars, buried in piles of shit, lost in the herds. Fighting to live, to take a stand for good not evil, ready to shine in the lights of dazes in the sunlight.Starting with the stones and gems found buried under the piles darkness  found in the herds of sheep on top of the ground once. Dogwood  butterflies  for the dogwood trees in the woods.

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