um.....hhmmmmmm...here are those rootin' - tootin' crayolaz & rub the ole' eyes - please pass me specs?

Mass=cared=querade. Well here we are again in the land of Make Believe. 
Flying around still, Tom, and still can't see the branches for the trees, so a tip of the hat and a wink to those heady licks!
...Figures an only chance to join in on some fun is during tkd class -- in another radio reception area gnash, gnash gggggnnnnnnnrrrrrrrrrrr, got the point there, heydeejaytangled - you've got some 'splaining to do. 

Make Believe. = (WILL makes manifestation)

musical mosaic of wall, high over the mote and watching over the watchtower, so mote it be.  OUR treasury of red, white and blues. the meek inherits the earth. the songs grow and mature over time and a rainbow of meanings become possible for each over the blessing of time.  songs of love and gratitude for our struggle to survive, for the earth and ALL inhabitants. each word, phrase and sentence, symbol, etc. can yield a myriad of meanings.

The R=evolution Starts Always.

www.climatecrisis.net Global Warming awareness and prevention - That's what I want to help contribute to the cause of!!!!!!!!!!

Hereonin Archie Evilino is kneivaled to be ...um. ... The Powerless. tee hee

Their toxins for corporate and government profit greed are poisoning us causing anxiety. Detox. especially before having our children - one in howmany? 125? born with autism these days. Hg... for doable detox please google the angel's angle who touts the freedom Parasite Zapper. (thanks Fleur de Lili) Respect, warrior woman HRC gives us the way to make this tool ourselves. (just do your best with the diet/lifestyle guidelines.)

Karma Crayolasz - Crazyola

| home |oindexter | blues| pepper| goldandrose | goldies | pinks | weiheight | zap | soulsbattle | esp | later |

blues | goldandrose | goldies | pinks

and NAHHH!=NAH-NAH-NAH-NAHHHH! (sticking out the tongue way) *laughing hysterically*

If anyone gives you a hard time, you can !zap! em -- or give em a moon! ;)

Wouldn't know what to do without bein' backed up against the WALL  Pwow!  A bullet in the head, a prime time drive by. A life of...where's my wall of confusion - oh HERE it is, whew, wouldn't know how to deal without it. 

bedtime story

angel of a devil, bbsanta, baaad :)

The Wizard

There was a flower who had been planted in the garden with her friend since 12 high or so.  They lived in burbs baubled in the bastion of Buttricks and a battleground of the American Revolution.  The blood had long centuried been washed away in through the river.

This is a Seer that watched over the garden, holding his staff of birch as protection over the garden.  He was everybody's Wizard, and he loved.  He could be a symbol of a flower's past life, and the wind that drifted the two since seedlings together...in this happenstance little garden.  Heaven help us now.

Besides covering our backs, his message was this.

Lyme Disease is a hugely undiagnosed and misdiagnosed bacterial disease that masquerades behind the Neptunian veil.

Most of our illnesses nowadays are misdiagnosed and just pills are thrown at them. 

(Most flowers' stillnesses are moved by wind.)  The flower finally found this truth after 17 years of suffering from watever including "arthritis"  "nerve damage" "psychiatric" "you're just getting older (even though she's only 44?)" "etc." (huh...?...freak this) This the flower's story, as she discovered the Parasite Zapper (please Google that or see top of this cobweb) that helps us keep our 'toxic load' under control, kills viruses, parasites, bacteria, NO PILLS just plenty of fresh water (and some rest if possible), but her flower friend, (insert a breath of air hearrrr) wanted to just mention it now to the rest of the flower powers that be.

Peace

Independance Day

12/20/06

hahahahahahhaha
we love Chrissy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Death of Apathy

Gotta match?  :)

Home for the holiday

Once there was a little boy.  A hundred civil liberties ago, lived in a cool cloud, but always knew the Cheerios he stuffed his face with were raised on *gasp* yikes...MilitaryDefenseSystems.  *choke* He stumbled in a self-loathing conundrum, a twisted vine haphazardly growing up trying to tie his wrists against the wall of confusion.  He hid in his Cheerios and couldn't understand why vocate so. His little sister mini-bombed him with toy Japanese fighter planes until he thought he would go mad.  Grief swirled in with confusion.  Cheerios adolesced nightmare.  Time wasted learning too late that this sweet gentleman had reacted in protection to avoid any repeat of his childhood run from nazi. 

A loving wind urged migration to the sea setting sun, shading please my grandchild.  Ahh, the confusion swirls a little faster, resisting the light, smothering air vacuum.  Immense guilt. The loss of gentleman caused a home explosion completing the scatter cross country.  The wind pulled an assembling of the remainder, join with a lovely, large family in the land of the western sunset, to join a new baby girl.  What was the job *gasp* market like there and ...would his best friends come with him...?  Ripped in two light beams.  Let's move again.  The wind denied ancient history sinking depression's fangs in, nauseating recovery, dizzying prospect of western sun sounded down like a break in the making.

He echoed with millions worshiping The Dream to a drumbeat.  They loved children ALL along.  Cheerio holiday visioning - acclimate to the swirling air, attach to a wave.  Confused, dizzy, and determined not to look back at e-vapid milk he had wasted into the cat-cat dish.  He gratefully prayed to, and for, the patchwork quilt, that Love had been waging Peace for all this time.