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15 Apr 2013 - Race Process Over and Out...Going back in time, notes created, history not news today. 

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. 7608512267, call the nigger, call the pimp, call the drug dealer, sakes of the angels with broken wings, out of the family, lost more weight, down to 105 pounds, less than a 2 size, a 10 in girls was left, almost dead in May 12, 2013....more history to write, over that period in time. Crook and robber, love and hate, goat or sheep, wolves dressed, to cook a shark, flipped for fun and games, back in time, crimes committed. History of the cops, history of the beatings, history of the little deaths. Written this year, as in now..... Time and time again, was hung out to dry, monkeys with wings, broken and not working, down for a moment or two. Bitch on board, boss of toads, boss of dick less freaks, jokes and laughs to say what needed to be written, lessons over time and space, history created back in 2013, notes of tears, lovers and haters, horns and halos, at wars. March madness rides still, every year, for the niggers of the group, the niggers that are while land whales, Jews with pennies on their heads. Hoes and woes, wears to wig, not the caps, bought two for $6000 each, from the $12,000 on the trip to Washington state, was a cash cow for them, for 3 years, every month, stole $1200, after the rent was paid.... 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. Changes are in place, and the delight and the joy of acceptance has been recorded, the trip out of La Quinta, is Colorado, far away from the grass that had been available for the duration of the 18 years with the hairdresser. The cords are about to be cut. The hairdresser stop paying for the house, because the way is clear, to go fishing, just need to change the bait, the story or the cycles go around and around again. The cut from the sire of the senior ready to fly away from the hairdresser and her brand of crazy, the Jewish way, from the example left by Mommy who expired Christmas Day 2012. The joy of the season was not the bearer of good tides. Death is always the end of one form of life, and the joy and peace is delivered at that point, and it is a wonderful thing to start over. Death is not the end of life; it is just the end of caring around that extra baggage. Of course this is my point of view, and there are more sides that have not been explored yet.

Changes are in place, and the delight and the joy of acceptance has been recorded, the trip out of La Quinta, is Colorado, far away from the grass that had been available for the duration of the 18 years with the hairdresser. The cords are about to be cut. The hairdresser stop paying for the house, because the way is clear, to go fishing, just need to change the bait, the story or the cycles go around and around again. The cut from the sire of the senior ready to fly away from the hairdresser and her brand of crazy, the Jewish way, from the example left by Mommy who expired Christmas Day 2012. The joy of the season was not the bearer of good tides. Death is always the end of one form of life, and the joy and peace is delivered at that point, and it is a wonderful thing to start over. Death is not the end of life; it is just the end of caring around that extra baggage. Of course this is my point of view, and there are more sides that have not been explored