Teacher now of the numbers, cum and sail away today. Pittbull in Florida. Back to square one, the directions, for travel, up down and across, travel the numbers to greatness. Lucky dayzes for the good, bad and ugly.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. Happy the sunny and bright dazes after te hazy, gray days are done. Delighted with life, the trips around the dogwood trees, lessons to learn.https://cattlecallerksdogs.wordpress.com/2016/01/10/angel-lights-stars-brighter-whites/
Mon 15 Apr 2013 - Race Process Over and Out
| The start of the race was delayed for a lot longer, than we knew it was going to be. We had been told that it was still a matter about the money. That has always been the problem, and we the time that we spent together that would have been covered. It was not. That is what happens when you do not make plans to do whatever you need to do. My thoughts have been on the kids that have been taken. The piper is coming to remove the damage kids that were not able to tell a good story because they had not been trained to do that at all. So we have to make plans for the people that are not going to work, and we have to also make plans for the next five steps that need to be completed before we move to the next step. The big picture has to be readjusted to fit the events that occur in the time frame a lot to the task in question. The season is just about over for the tour in California, just need to put a few more pieces back into place. The wheels have been turning, and the boat must sail on, the weight was not lifted, so there is nothing left. The man has been eaten alive with lack of control, and he has taught his offspring the same lessons that he learned. The story has not changed in the manner of address, and the name calling is something else to excuse with a lame line. It is not acceptable for the long run. It is still a matter of class, and the classes were able to come together for a period, and change was needed to do the long run. The choices have been made, and the story is a do over again, and that is all. The first two times around were done for the wrong reasons, and the charm was good enough for those two. Not me, I am in a class by myself, and the differentness have not been noted, and the threats keeping coming in. Why? That was the lesson taught by the father, and the past is due for another cycle. So the period of darkness will go on. Now there is a need to leave on the next train out. My plans have worked, and the season will end this year, and the next people or group will show up for the next part of the journey to the land of milk and honey. The promise land is still off in the distance, but there is still tomorrow, and the best is yet to come. Just need to make a new plan, and get on out of dodge. No trips to fake land across the border for the lack of hair issue. What a line, it is so sad that life was not the treat that it should have been, and the parents are the reason for the shallowness that was created to the point of a lack of hair. It is a sad story any way you choose to see it. It is a matter of the company that you keep. It is also a matter of point of views. The thoughts are that the story is almost over for the minor affairs of this Jewish Star that is out of sunshine and light. We will have to wait and see if the change is going to start on the 17th of April or will it wait until June. The walk across the grass for the piece of paper that represents 12 years of education, and the appearances do not have a place in the line-up of the good, bad, ugly, fat, shallow, and dim witted. The time was covered and the numbers for the average was good enough to get out of the 12th grade or high school. |
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