79 yellow jerseys?

Just watch you cross the finish line.
chill out a while Buddie. You did good.
You all took in alot of air and your aware nessis probe in over drive.
You know how the finish works.been there done that.....

take some time and get things in order. I say.......

good show Dude..........

Bikers Rock..u.s.a.......Yah/
Baby! Hows that nuts oh Canada Mike Myers..feel it.......do
yah.......doing Jim Carrys movements.......

oh getting too old for this here...............

Rock on if you all can here me.....u.s.a.

did good Buddie......... judges wel score latter.
and wash your stuff more then 4 or 5 times..or buy new.........

so.....leon..be strong.....sorry for mom sake. hay Hay Hay.....sure
she in good hands.

"Rock on if you all can here me.....u.s.a.

did good Buddie......... judges wel score latter.
and wash your stuff more then 4 or 5 times..or buy new.........

so.....leon..be strong.....sorry for mom sake. hay Hay Hay.....sure
she in good hands."
~ Tom Wheeler

"Leon, where ~ ?"
~ Folly

An obsessive combination of The Ontological Inscape,
Trickery and occupied love,
An idea for a code ~

Signals hurry from left to write,
Or from right to left,
By the obscure routes, for my own reasons ~

A obsession combines Ontological Inscape,
Trickery occupies love,
An idea for a code ~

Taking words as notes, strung trinkets

Quoted message said:

From staff lines of the staff's score,

Until secret rites reveal understudied
Intent~

Or until, suddenly, RATS unveils surprisingly
And funnily STAR.

Signals, I right,
The haste of marks of part, from left to right,
Or the rites toward the part left,

Quoted message said:

From the dark routes, for my own reasons.

And all night, I right toward the left
Over, and the small star, mimes,
For my characteristic to like, to watch the relative of you,
Five fortunate hinges open
The inside you, to the outside of me ~

Always storied, stored in order,
As you're my star,
I have touched and a miracle, really,
I have witnessed.

A obsessive combination, my
Ontological Inscape,
Trickery ignites love, an idea for a code ~

Mine, ours,
For our characteristics alike,
Looking at five lucky stars, inside,
Outside, to store for always, as if we were a star
Which I touched
And a miracle I really wrote.

Taking one word, yours, mine, ours, as lines of notes
Of our score, until our relative harmony recites
Secrets of you, writes secrets.

Or until, without warning, the STARS
Amazingly sparkle and funnily
STAR five fortunate hinges, inside, outside,
To always store ~

In order, as we star,
Touched a miracle that really happened,
I witnessed.

GraceLand mom who hit a tele pole and past.Leon a Jr in a senior
group.....
He is alone.......

Don' weird out on me.........
o.k.

and as for a job......I know
use to it.........

I still got my bike. and maybe start packing on some miles big time.

O.be K be........

rose are red
violets are blue.
sugar is sweet.

oh Hell O
the long journey all ways begins with the first step.

a.t. wash is good yes......
I cut a 5 gallon water jug and put it in my back pack. evan if cops told
me to find another means for carry 10¢ cans.and goods. so I use a
duffle bag over the shoulder and a bag that held them fold chair and tie
another lace for to hold fishing poles. and license.......
so How to. hang top loop over right shoulder and lift up bag and strape
on bag over left shoulder....like a cross in back..can fit a tent too.
or a door screen of a tent and a hammock......
very light weight..one for cash and other for goods.....

a little powder soap and can wash running or biking suits...... this way
not smell bad....and shower at places.......

Leon a Jr in a senior
group.....

He is alone....... O, so lapidary iridescent,
Glittering ~

Nonetheless

Not Ness,
A place
Leonardo knows,

Thus far, roaming, O, so far from home alone gone

Lone one

Never
Gone
Before

Now ...

O,

Never without Twittering
One ~

snnnnnIffff ...

*

Petty Envy

Learned,
Venus envied ...

But for the forested trees,
Fear knotted loathing, a gloaming
Home.

La Bette sees
Beauty's Noiry Beast ~ !

The Hour's Lesson
Later today ...

We rode, through France,
The wind like panties
With an attitude ~
Slick silk, our machine, our Pink
Cadillac.
Imagine,
Slick silk
Beneath your, slippery O,
You know,
Just under, tickling [t]here...
Licks,
You like, me,
Too.
High altitude, our alto clef,
Screaming, Middle C, whining
For more ~
A rack and pinion staff, bound
Too, on occasion, say,
The 5th
Time on a single day, just variety, spiced
Brew blown delicately,
Then fitfully
Reaffirmed.
Your palmed frond,
Your altar rail,
My knees' cushion,
Just one of our...
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"100 Favored Positions ~
V&A Tell Et al All"
A Forthcoming
Morning Wood Fornication
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Creative Things Gone Awry:
Typography ~ Just Another Logo Family
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~ FAMILY TRADITION ~
Creative Stuffs Gone Way Far Awry:
Typography ~ Just Another Logo Family
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* Dogging Arts * Fogging Minds * It's a Star *
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But what now
To do ~
If all else fails, my Alt key
Or Escape key, or climb alpine style.
Or do I
Just pine away to nothing ~