Stars bright, and stars blue, what a site toe dead. Free Rides: Nothing for free, tricks and trades to exchanges, walks in the park, classes in the woods.

Man In Blue, Marines In Best Suit, Uncle Sam, thanks so much, G. I. Joes, milartary past and present. Round Worlds: Heaven notes, worlds to see, shapes and six stars, days under the sky. Wishes, dreams and prayers, stars out tonight. Stars bright, and stars blue, what a site toe dead.


Free Rides: Nothing for free, tricks and trades to exchanges, walks in the park, classes in the woods. Under the cherry moons, blue stars tonight, planes in air, free to cum suckers, free rides on faces of snakes. People under the surface, mirrors on the wall, charms and wits, hard to beat, songs to sing.


Lots of luck, lovers and haters, birds to sing, dances in the fields and valleys, donkeys in packs, tales to be told. Love and luck, good and bad, donkeys in packs, freaks and frogs, dances for luck. Games with lovers, pictures with stories, lots of arms to spare, feet to do the tricks like hands. Lots of love, lots of luck, lots of lessons to learn, classes on the sands of time. Stars bright, and stars blue, what a site toe dead. Free Rides: Nothing for free, tricks and trades to exchanges, walks in the park, classes in the woods.




Gifts of time and spaces, tips of land whales, frogs and fags, Jewish rites. Jokers and poker players, cum suckers, snakes in dens, sinners and saints, frogs to date. Gifts of white skin, snakes in dens, jackasses in the hills, seconds to holler, snakes on sticks, balls and sticks, fires still burning on the sands of time. 


Fields of strangers to friends, in Colorado, Texas and California, buddy to see. Dead and gone, bones in a box, pushing up daisy, in the gardens of the dead. Notes to share of ghosts, spooks and crazies, pushing up daisies, in the gardens in the dark. Jokes on dead, freaks and frogs, ready to push up daisies. Stars bright, and stars blue, what a site toe dead. Free Rides: Nothing for free, tricks and trades to exchanges, walks in the park, classes in the woods.



Mother Goose stories, bible stories, the whores on donkeys, with their pimps out at night, the night the bastard is born, to save mankind, jokes. Back on the ranch, back in the fields of daisies, dreams and nightmares, on the shores of time, dances in the dark. Back from the beaches in California, trips to the moon, wishes on stars in the dark.