Beach House

Bees Beaches
House near the beach?more questions to address. In the perfect place everything is there.
In the mountains under a waterfall, cool weather at a perfect 80 degress, would be heaven. Have to check the towns that have been made, for the places to stay someday in the future.

Dreams and dancing, dreams and flying, dream to dances on the sands of time. Good times to share, the lessons learned in failures, done to practice over again. To fail is the first attempt in learning, lessons we must learn. How many practice runs needed, on paths to greatness? Me? Once will do nicely for the dogwood butterflies, birds and bees, flower to fly to now. New births, new dawns, new sunsets over the oceans to see.

In my head, love the castles, love the lighthouses  in your county, never been there, had to look it up, looks like a great place to live. Took a family trip in 2001 down the highway 101 from organ, start trip in seattle. California was on fire that years, lots of firefighters on the roads also. Was traveling thought the redwood forest, saw Paul and cow blue, and all the drive though trees in en a excustion. Had a blast a the visits to the lighthouses.

John Cowboys who is ready to cover my back, who loves my crazy views, on my fairy tall life, wings and all. Prince Charming to me, John Smith from 1492, and Jack for my Jill for trips up the hills together. Have dreams,prayers, hopes, and desires in place with him. Trips of a lifetime or two. Dream life on one hand, on the other to many balls in air now. Daddy girl, to a mama's boy, bath at home in childhood again, a hate the life. Man in touch with the child within, back to boy hood, for the second time. Mouse or man, a fish to keep or release? Flipping the coins.

Strangers to friends searches have been good, met you, and a few others that have common interests, and dreams to get to greatness, would like to be your friend. It is nice to met you today.

I write fairy tales, and live lives of the Little Mermaid, Cinderella, and Snow White. Flipping in time and space, called crazy in eyes of old people, but not the kids. Young at heart, over 5 decades old, still carded for cigarettes and hard liquors. Will never look my age, why go there, happy and delighted  for lessons learned.

Living in a fairy tall now. Stuck in a tower away from the sea, in the mountains in the hills. Waiting for the lights to go out again. Day time is here again, time to check the birds and bees, flowers open for treats. Good times, sad times, trips by air, trips by sea, to fail or first attempts in learning, practice to perfection in my world. ENGLISH words, for the wise.

Stupid can not be fixed, dense and dump for a season in the sun, as a frog or a fish  plenty of them both in the sea. To fail: first attempt in learning. To end: effects never dies on one hand and no on the other hand: define as next opportunity, turning the page and moving  foward. Fuck views of others, get up and dance away from blues of fish in the sea. Good times, happy times to share for the joys and pains.

Happy and delighted, goodness and mercy out to play on wishes, dreams, prayers and hopes. Gifts to share, songs to sing, dogwood butterflies out with the blue jays, bees in flowers for the dews. Summer time games, food outside on the beaches, in the mountains, for a season in the sun. New life on the mountain tops, happy for the company, happy to date, peace and love by the sea, understanding for the young at heart.

Betty bets on fairy tales, Prince Charming or John Cowboy: Jacks and balls bouncing in the air, goodness and mercy to follow all the days of forever. Ready for the time of my life. John the cowboy, mirrors Thor older, wiser, mature, retired and free from offspring, my warrior to cover my back. Gifts of joys and pleasures in the advantages of daily adventures. Time for another fairy tale?

Red riding hood? Cinderella or Lady and the Tramp, men or mice, honest and truthful, faithful and loyal, John Cowboy, the golden giant. Trips around the world, Paris for downloading, time out to dream, dance, and love. Strangers to friends, love, needs, desires to go with dances on the boat, docked in Newport. Time to sail the seven seas into the sunset.

Thanks for tips and insights: letting me know, needed help with the signs of time, not sure if real are parts of stories I tell myself. Have dreams of past lives, parts of the fairy tales I live and write. Had so many lessons to learn, trips to hell with snakes, frogs, and bad apples. Love and devotion, truthful and honesty, faithful and bullshit, used as punch lines to jokes. Was stuck in a coffin with a fag, stuck with land whales, and eaten alive. Thank God for heartburn, thanks to goodness and mercy: angels that protect me from the bumps in the roads.

Was spoon feed stories and fairy tales while in church, in AZ with Indians also, Hopi, Apache, and Blackfeet, others also just can't recall  tribe names.Lived in Ok, TX, and California while in early years before 18th birthday. Afterwards got on first plane ride after high school complete in Coleman, TX. Class of 80, was in top of 75, of course, it's funny now. Joined the Marines, 6 years and the start of 30 years, working for United States Government. More damage done in work places, get paid now for those lessons learned now, best place to start working, stories of time spent there pay me now.

My belief created in my history, help me stay alive, had lots of darkness, shadows  and dances with snakes. People that lived the life of fakes, life with their eyes covered, to the rites of the matters at hand. Love or hate, horns of a goat, the flip sides of coins, cards flipped  52 ways to play each hand, seasons done in darkness. Was born March 18, the day of rebirth every year. I believe in butterflies  they represent new beginning in Spanish, do start over on a drop of a dime.

Tell me what you think as a stranger to friend point of view. With your third eye, if it is open. Need clarification, need confirmation, need insight to carry on wiser in a faster pace. Have lots of mountains to climb, in forms of butterflies, birds, and bees. Dragon flying, and dragonflies have been around longest. Tell me what you believe, please about historical facts given. Moot?

Happy and delighted with the joys and pains of growth, happy and delighted with the daily gifts to share again. Mountains to climb, valleys  to cross, in the woods , over the seven seas, for the seasons to dance and dream in the sun. Good times in the swow, in the parts of daddy still. Mother in house, how many kids, to fall in the snow for fun? Happy and sad for the good times alone in your bed. Daddy for how many summer trips? Not summer yet, have to wait and see, how green is the grass inside of the fense.

Questions up in the air, what kind of horse racing still for the dollars, horse and pony show, has what value. To be caged for periods in the dark, part of the family, or candy on the side. The pictures painted, over time could changed to brighter colors up fountains  of water. Waterfalls, lakes and rivers to cross, on journey  of life as a wheel, time does not stop ever. Wheels turn over time, wheels do stop, moving until the journey  end. Graves to you, and graves to me, happy for dazes in the sun. Right side of the grave, goodness  and mercy angels, to protect and prayers to be granted, for dogwood butterflies, people  and causes today.

Burn the Dogs: Good times on the beach, tales and stories  to share. Not your story, love the dog show, not sure how high it went, dicks on the grounds, John Jarrot, or another Dick Jarrot in the air, swinging in the wind. Freaks, fools or frogs here with dicks and dogs, the wits and charms to burn the houses down. Vans in smoke with a treat to share, about mistake with the load of shit in the Van. Questions for the dicks, and the dogs in the aire, what about Dick Benson, dicks to trade for the good times.

Dates with sacks of lyon shithead, dogs and dicks to toss in the wind, gifts to share often good times in Upland, death of the dicks and the suckers in the hills and valleys, donkeys in the hills of Riverside. Mistakes for the deeds and actions, with love and hate the horns on a goat, what does that mean to you? To fail, to end, and no words to be positive daily. To end: effect never dies, to fail-first attempt in learning, and no defined as next opportunity to greatness .

Angels out: Angels above, sights to see the undead and the unstable, spooks that appear for the corrections need for a night of peace. Gifts of words need to tame the beasts on the left side of the graves. Graves to you and graves to me, busy dying daily, joys and pains with the bumps in the road.

Goodness and mercy, angels sent to correct the mistakes of the lost, displaced, frogs, rats and horses racing on the sands of time. Happy and delighted with the gifts of words to tell a tale or two, about the bumps in the road, dodging the rocks under the sands.

Lessons to learn, dates to set for the joys and pains of growth and rolling with the flow of the river. Oceans and seas of chance to take for the better dazes over the rainbow, gifts to share with the tales and stories of the undead and unstable. Friends, family members and foes thanks for the crossroad turns to take on the faces of the freaks out at night, to party and play to death, good times on the beaches.

Hope helps clean the nightmares, of life in hell with the frogs and gods from the center of the earth. Devils or seven snakes within the tribe members. Last rites of passage on the dark side of the moon, horses racing on the sands of time, water for the rats at the end of the races done daily.

Horses to walk after a long run on the shores on the sands of time, racing for the end of the rainbows, and the pots of gold, gifts to share. Words and gifts of the tales and stories of the bumps in the road here.

Happy and gay lifestyle to view for the changes in the stories for the new year, masks in place for the flips of the faces, skins, of the wolves, sheep, snakes, cattle and callers. Plans to reach out and touch the frog again, sad story about the pictures of the family of freaks, joys and pains of love and devotion. Under the rocks under the sand and surf, bumps in the road to cross, forks for the right paths on the high road, easy road has a detour on it, no easy lazes dazes on the beaches in the winter. Cold winds blow the dogs higher in the air, fun and games, good times with the dogs and dicks out of the fire and into the air. Flying dogs with dicks in the backgrounds...