Dreams In Stars, Wishes In Lights, Fires Of Hopes Burning, Dazes In Dances.

OZ Dreams, Flying Monkeys, Steven Jarrot 2016, Good Tales.

Running Back, My Father's House, Warm Hearts....Frozen Red Hearts, Red Lights, Trips To Heaven Stars.....Red Hearts, Love Notes, History Recreated....Dances with the dead, dances with shit heads, dances in the valleys, dances in the mountain tops, joys and pains, lesson learned over time. Pages of lovers, pages of haters, way to go, ways to grow. Tears, cheaters, liars, snakes and worms, men and the way they live. Bags of shit to trade, con and pros of life in a tin can. RV campers for life, without a house, without a boat, without a life that is regular. Tricks and dogs, bitches in heat, whale on land, beauty with the hares.

“Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician.

Ways to see the world, views shared online, lots more to come, coins to flip. Time to see, the lights and the stars, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam." -Carl Sgan....Yes they do. But we really need to look at the big picture of the little dot. How tiny does that make us ? And yet, God regards each and every one of us with Love, like we deserve it !

Love Nights, Notes To Post, Good Times, Tips Online. Jumps for joys, classes done, sunny and bright days. Love in pink and white, santa colors red and white, hats to wear, good cheers. Birds and bees, goats and sheep, horns love and hate, part of the time. Night and day views, good and bad, bumps in the roads. I believe in luck, classes of freaks and frogs, sinners and saints, dances in the dark. Spooks and ghosts in the winds at night, in the flowers in the trees, monkeys dead, bones in a box. Fruits and nuts, dead on the beach, birthday notes to rot in the grounds, nuts to fall, shit in bags, tricks and trades, dances in the winds.