- Songs to sing, good times, to get up and get things done, daily events, to roll with the pitches, tricks for a duck. Water off their backs, ducks and frogs, tales in the air, tales to be told, ducks to fuck, ducks and fuckers.Hats and horns, goats and sheep, rams and raiders, lands of the sinners, lands of the saints, hats and halos, angels for some. Tricks and trucks, water and ducks, frogs and snakes to watch out for, games on the waves.
Dead or expired Paul and Charles Jarrot, back again as asses in the hills and canyons as donkeys, or jackasses in Colton, Moreno Valley, and the borders of the state across California, they are back. Devils, fairies, fags, steers, queers, frogs, snakes, reptiles of the evil kind, or the reasons, seasons, or causes, for the recycles of this nature, assess the lot of them and piss offs also.
Write about the wrongs, right about the causes, and the right side of the grave, are the stories being told now, and how twisted, tainted, and wicked the way or the train of thoughts of being a super star on some level, with or with out the work, just because of the color of the skins, or the paint on a house, the effects change with the coming of night. Day events not the same for the snakes, frogs, and wolves, they work best in the darkness of the shadows of the setting sun, daily wait for the lights to come on, or stay off for the count.
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