In the power of the numbers, counting the stars, counting the letters, rules of numbers always on top. Hill tops, tree tops, tops of the mountains climbed. Gifts to share from the heavens, gifts to share with the numbers, gifts to share for the super-stars, thanks to the little mothers, thanks to the earth angels, thanks to the whales and sharks, thanks for the lessons learned, in the power of the twos, in the power of a dozen, in the power of one. All in one, tin men swinging for the freaks out at night, the fools and the frogs, lost and traped in the fours and the fives.
Fairy tales, and the hidden messages, notes for the gods above, notes for the mules, and the frogs, goats and the horns noted: love and hate, flip the coin, count the numbers for the prices. I cum in peace, I cum in heat, I cum in the power of the 7s, to the end of time. Teacher now of the numbers, cum and sail away today. Pittbull in Minim, thanks for the questions on the land whales, Steven Jarrot, dead head, meth head, sad and blue, looking for a mule, or a hemal, to be the beast of buddle, freak with head in ass, so far....
Gits to share of the lessons learned. Sailor-Sally Anne D'Silva, last ghost for the huntington beach location. Back to square one, the direstions, for travel, up down and accross, travel the numbers to greatness. Lucky dayzes for the good, bad and ugly. Periods of darkness needed for the stars to shine at night.
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.
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, lost your number.
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.
Both, in the fours, and in the fives, faces change, horse and pony shows to complete for the classes in place, want to fly away.....