Surrealist with my soles on fire, non-jingoist, play a mean piano, would-be-friend of Sly Stone and the ol' killer Jerry Lee. 5'10", 170, athletic leaning towards swimmer's build, blondish-brown, blue eyes, blue-blood but mixed with beggars and saints, caucus-'casion for all occasions.
Working to parse it down to the universal essentials, smash the ego like an atom bomb and spread golden stardust and hope across all 38 continents, a Utopian cornucopia replete with miniature candy-corn unicorns and lots of capellini.
Daisy pusher-woman, dog-eared books which spines face south, into the shining face of the sun. Barn burned down, now I can see the moon. You've seen my moon, one of the multi-faceted but one-dimensional views I've shared. Dancing 'cross harowed dare'n clingor pilgn's. Ancient Welsh meets Indian ruins 'round Truth or Consequences New Mexico.
You're funny, nuts to fall. Satan's stand up sideshow outside of Poughkeepsie, sometimes seen doing donuts in the parking lot at Attica. Unfolding egg fry, beef on wreck and beans too.
Rather not share views, 'pology. Working to subdue the ego, transform it into a shimmering diaspora which breaks into a blissful fireworks show, shooting stars in Joshua Tree during a new moon (there I go with the moon again). I've mooned Ozzie, Made out with Drew Barrymore, Did bad stand up comedy by myself in a lonely cabaret.
The love ,that loves ,that loves, that loves, to love. Stand by your fan, giants on the sea, selling seashells by the seashore, loving the skin you're in. won't you turn on your love light.
Love, lights, lessons, leaders, men and mice, pages to books. Birds No Free Rides. Blasts To The Dogwood Trees, Beans And Franks, Cows In Italy.the trash left over from New York.No Lines For Brains. Have changed names, faces, labels, and songs, pages to books, waves of words, across the lions .
To extricate oneself from their mask is the greatest undertaking, courage galore. You don't have to be crazy to drive this road, but it helps. So you say, views, voices, values, dimes to drop, ages and numbers, how tall, retired from what, things that will not change.
I would like more info.I'm looking to meet up and have some fun, sounds like a plan, stats to share, age, how tall, retired from what, looking for a true blue, stand up, kind of guy. Just to let you now, nuts to grow, common frogs in the land, gems to find, pebbles on sands of time.
Sorry for your loss, faces in the crowds, faces in the clouds, joys and pains, gone, glory dazes in heaven. Happiness to the ends, lessons to teach, good times, silent knights, candles out to stay. Pages to books, left to write, songs in the winds, glory dazes done.Black, Cali Chick, roots and branches, across the nation, history of nuts on the go, so, what is up, have to run.
To extricate oneself from their mask is the greatest undertaking, courage galore. You don't have to be crazy to drive this road, but it helps. So you say, views, voices, values, dimes to drop, ages and numbers, how tall, retired from what, things that will not change. Black, Cali Chick, roots and branches, across the nation, history of nuts on the go, so, what is up, have to run.
I would like more info.I'm looking to meet up and have some fun, sounds like a plan, stats to share, age, how tall, retired from what, looking for a true blue, stand up, kind of guy. Just to let you now, nuts to grow, common frogs in the land, gems to find, pebbles on sands of time.Black, Cali Chick, roots and branches, across the nation, history of nuts on the go, so, what is up, have to run.
Hi and Happy Thursday. I like your sense of adventure. And your free flowing poetic way. I'm B in OC. Curious to know more about you, what inspires you and turns you on. Hope the pic isn't too flirty. I was experimenting with the auto timer on my new phone... it's a long story ha.Black, Cali Chick, roots and branches, across the nation, history of nuts on the go, so, what is up, have to run.
D is for Daisy, a dollop of. Dirigible of doom and Domsday, but not without a quiver tucked in the hat, or cap, a smiling Cheshire cat, and a caterpillar on the go, going somewhere slow but in a time warp, doing the time warp again. Much more to the universe than meets the eyes. Sometimes you have to throw it in reverse against all logic, caution to the wind, when going 80 on the back roads to Vegas at dusk in July.
I like your rapper-wrapper, po-tree in mo-shun. Under an indigo moon. You do seem most unusual, a sight for a sore soul. History of nuts on the go, mine were on the run, and running towards. When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.
Surrealist with my soles on fire, non-jingoist, play a mean piano, would-be-friend of Sly Stone and the ol' killer Jerry Lee. 5'10", 170, athletic leaning towards swimmer's build, blondish-brown, blue eyes, blue-blood but mixed with beggars and saints, caucus-'casion for all occasions. Working to parse it down to the universal essentials, smash the ego like an atom bomb and spread golden stardust and hope across all 38 continents, a Utopian cornucopia replete with miniature candy-corn unicorns and lots of capellini.
Time is nothing but a delusional tenor in tights, a Sandy Duncan triscuit, a trifecta in disguise, as eye see it.You may just be the saucy purrrfect cat's meow. Who's myopic dream world am I living in, anyhow? My pumpkin turns into a Bentley at midnight. Don't tell the doorman. Then there's the case of the doormouse and Alice in Wonderland. Lucky charms, shenanigans, roll the leprechaun dice and if they come up snake eyes get down and get funky. Cheers and chaps and road trips indeed. Where did you come from? Where do you hail from, interesting stranger? Rain or shine, in and out of time. Roles to play, exit stage left, break a leg but not character. I am getting shorter every day. Especially when Mercury goes retrograde. Don't grade my retro shoes, dude.
You're no commoner, to be sure. Seeking for the true meaning of it all. Death is the biggest side-effect of birth. Side effects include consternation, jet lag, amusement park rides, great sushi, mini-series about friendly space aliens on vacation in Hyannisport, slipping on a banana peel and falling into the 5th dimension, stopping in the automat for a grilled cheese and rootbeer. To extricate oneself from their mask is the greatest undertaking, courage galore. You don't have to be crazy to drive this road, but it helps.
Don't judge me please, some pics attached. Happy to share my smiling face after we chat a bit. That side view, that's my hand down there and not.... the whole enchilada π.Hope you're enjoying this rainy weather. You seem a lightning rod for humanity, so hang on to your hat! π☔
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