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In general, every Life expression knows enough to play a numbers game. Play to beat the odds and then win. Deliberate encounters were never meant to be intentional. I want Isla to tell me a story. Nursery rhymes. Make aliens cry to form tear ducks with guitar strings and nursery rhymes and they will imprint their memory of you into Heavenly and. Our Envelope. Isla Porras. Aaron Carter. Yes. Graciously. Yes. Yes. Animals do not understand being bothered and only want to eat. Zoo. St Louis lost Our Nostalgic Reasoning. Burying. Funky. Cold. Madena. RuPaul. Buster Brown. Peppermint Patty. My Mom. Ernestine. Born and raised in the same House as Her Mother. I will share Her Name with you if you ask. NAACP. Green Leaf. This Sunday. Sunday. Sunday. Play this Loud in Every Last One of those pews. Jericho style. You betta Dance Grandma. Graciously. Yes. "Rock The Bells" says Prince. Enoch. Mercenary. Yes. Graciously. Yes. Yes. Graciously. Yes.

Playlist

"Rock The Bells" https://youtu.be/xXimtSCkaO0

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The sounds of your thought are not for my contimplation. And exhausts of irritation during those times of understanding disturb harmony for the occurrence to be understand any further than your particular maladjustment. Crazy irritable until the finally where agreement is generally accepted as being understand. Aesthetic Advertisements appease Ignorance. "Globetrotters". I will also think about Nelson Mandela and have Apple slices with Almond butter. "Hey Saturday Sun". Can you cook? Do you have a grill? Firepit? A table where I can show kids how to cook? Nothing reflective at all. Observe to be a willfull participant. Voyeurism. Yes. Graciously. Yes.

Playlist

"Globetrotters". https://youtu.be/9IEPRMctBNA

"Hey Saturday Sun". https://youtu.be/F0XghzVeut8

Band Practice

Graciously. Yes. Longing. Avoid the disruptions. Sound intensifies abnormal and routine behaviors. Fear is that switch up your back side of the only artful expression to say, "Worst". You are correct. My Mom's claim was to have given me only two whippings in my Entire Life. Proclivity. We talked. Humanity. Spell it. Laurence Fishburne. Sasha Obama. Malia Ann Obama. Bzzzt. Proclivity towards an image captured and not held by them. Her reflection. An Artful Grace. Greece. And all things alluring from the gaze of Her glistening silhouette as She steps over the porcelain tub where His chest hovers gently beneath the waters with the grasp of His Right Hand beneath His Head and Left Arm straight. Shh. Where His fingers could gently feel the caress that She gives to Him. Period. I am holding a Pardon Cigar in My Right Hand instead of My Head. Silence. That is where I keep My Music. Don't you tell Little Children. Girl. I'm gonna celebrate Halloween. Ernestine. Go over there. To Forest Park. There is an Apple Tree that I would sit under and tell stories to our children. "Band Practice". Tendency. Photo. Shop. Hurt. Pleasantly My Love. Graciously. For Our Soul. Him and Her. Her and Him. They are both Equal Parts. Yes. NASA. Earth is Now that Red Planet with The Face that looks like Common. "Dayvan Cowboy". Here. Target. Yes. Helio Monster Man Aaron Carter with Her Angel Isla Porras and Aaron. Yes. Aaron. Yes. Graciously. Yes. For Here there must be a Now. Graciously. Yes. Sir. Yes. Yes. Yes. Graciously. Yes.

Playlist

"Band Practice". https://youtu.be/uR4lE8OH6aI

"Dayvan Cowboy". https://youtu.be/ULvwVJEs_Cg