To my dearest sweetest blue christmas.....pre
Seasons .....theres not enough magic to infuse my human language I use.... Just the pristine glass of silence weaved its magic and potion... Im not a witch... If I had the spells the power of coves or one....
If I had anything or anyone...
I know god its not a big deal....
Infuse these words like a black volcano ....
And leather pouch of a sterling golden tree... Oh god its opened...
Why maybe walking dead...and scarey things... Doesnt make Halloween my favorite...
Evil... Im sorry...noone here to say
Dont do that
Noone here...
So I get high on spirituality...
And paranoia from skitzophrenia breathes my nostrils and bones
Am i doing ok....
But this isnt metal ship...
The evil...Thats beneth...
Or what they do...
I just imagine more than a green nose or a broom...
Amen... Long black dress...
So im sorry...
Eat candy...
My dearest sweetest Russia...
P.O.Box Vladimer Putin
Nobel crown ... I adored. To a thought of what kind you should worn. What you would choose ....out of all kinds of declarations:Today I felt like id like to see you my love my love cat... So many holidays are in the air... Here in the u.s.
Please I dont understand I m scared and no Mexico apricots quenched tho the thirst..sqweezed and fell from there trees dried sun fruits and fall apples. drop of rain golden . dry hats... Oh Mexico ... Im sorry.... Im alone...
A.D. the fish hat...why I feel I have to do this that..... Mitra ...and as the church turns toward the earth sun moon..stars glitter crisply on the rays of a Angel. All living creatures... Walk about... War and hungry tonight....worlds....
Of Russia of Russia alien meteore stones....love
I love you I like to o.o what I forget...
North East West south...
Of the holy rose cross of protection....
Directions of eostoric religions...
Im sorry... Im alone...
Just to brand a opal... Or what kind of wood was the mesquite without the web... Just some barlay man...
I love you Russia
I love the Spanish....
I love the special house...
I love you Russia...
I love tonight my broken heart...
To Russia..
I dont have nobody...
Halloween.
Fun.
Trick or treat
Always, how combs im so confused I cant
Form a thought.
How the ravens are pairs.
I dont know exactly...
I just o want to go to sleep...
Repress the raging fire
That heats...
And kissed on the Mexican
Border.
Indians.
Im sorry...
I write this...
Im sorry my voyage...
Im sorry...
I dont make sense...
This cat...
That kills the birds and mouse...
This cat so beautiful shiftshapes to a horse
I love you Vladimer... Putin...
I love you... I hope you Pac man...
Im sorry I embaress myself....
Love your wife Cindy...
Glad I dont know... I want to... Celebrate Halloween... I ghost goblins pumkins
Leaves.
I love you ..
I love you soo much....
I you....
Oh... Vladimer my fear...
If you just knew....im scared
To my dearest sweetest blue christmas.....
My dearest sweetest Russia...
P.O.Box Vladimer Putin
Nobel crown ... I adored. To a thought of what kind you should worn. Today I felt like id like to see you my love my love cat... So many holidays are in the air... Here in the u.s.
Please I dont understand I m scared and no Mexico apricots quenched tho the thirst... drop of rain golden . dry hats... Oh Mexico ... Im sorry.... Im alone...
A.D. the fish hat.... Mitra ...and as the church turns toward the earth sun moon... All living creatures... Walk about... War and hungry tonight....worlds....
Of Russia of Russia alien meteore stones....
I love you I like to o.o what I forget...
North East West south...
Of the holy rose cross of protection....
Directions of eostoric religions...
Im sorry... Im alone...
Just to brand a opal... Or what kind of wood was the mesquite without the web... Just some barlay man...
I love you Russia
I love the Spanish....
I love the special house...
I love you Russia...
I love tonight my broken heart...
To Russia..
I dont have nobody...
Halloween.
Fun.
Trick or treat
Always, how combs im so confused I cant
Form a thought.
How the ravens are pairs.
I dont know exactly...
I just o want to go to sleep...
Repress the raging fire
That heats...
And kissed on the Mexican
Border.
Indians.
Im sorry...
I write this...
Im sorry my voyage...
Im sorry...
I dont make sense...
This cat...
That kills the birds and mouse...
This cat so beautiful shiftshapes to a horse
I love you Vladimer... Putin...
I love you... I hope you Pac man...
Im sorry I embaress myself....
Love your wife Cindy...
Glad I dont know... I want to... Celebrate Halloween... I ghost goblins pumkins
Leaves.
I love you ..
I love you soo much....
I 💘 you....
Oh... Vladimer my fear...
If you just knew....im scared
Dear Mr President Sunday April 16th 2017
Of the Kremlin
P.O.Box Vladimir Putin
The Easter. Cross roads....Black . Brown and White yarn tied the heaviest letters togetherness. Around the sides and fronts with strands of straw so soft it was a ball of
Puddy
. Stamped for delivery's to your sczars.. love letters from your wife Cindy so here in is your Easter Card........ A beautiful Lilly!!!
Dear Mr President Putin with the mail today.... I forgot to color the eggs with rainbow vinegar and dye its just me in my apartment ....
It's morning and the birds are singing and chirping....Come to see you"... Saturday... just like that!!!
Thank you Jesus
I m drinking coffee And wishing it was hot tea.... To whom it may concern my name is Cindy..... Thank God
For you and Me...
My Dearest Sweetest Velveteen
So much I m disappointed in... But my love grows stronger thicker or thin... My Dearest Sweetest Velveteen... I love you my love My beautiful husband ... To be cont.... My Knight and shinning star...
And The holy Land of Israell..
Open your hand... most important thng in your palm....
To hold the baby that was crucified.
The olive branch ohhh the doves of peace
..... reservation a Nation of antiquity .....
Kremlin kurghans rest of a Born again.Population..... sailed sailed sailed sailed... Johnah in side the whale.. oh jump on
Noah s Arc it had the patriarchs tombs from the valley of the kings of and landed on the mount... For a different world so much My dear sir and Husband...
And the age of Piscesse s Was here the tent dwelling of God.s planned creation to love. And The End...
"
It is finished"
To have the mind of God's Creation
To you Mr President in my eyes your perfect. so in those days for the Islam to fight we must all believe some other religion and to know God maybe we will be separate in heaven And another time....
Differant places and differant planets... I love you....
like to know how much much More mirrors on each side...
And then when Jesus died for are sins king Arthur round table and chairs...And his men the mystery you and me we already know... And understand
My blessed sacrament. And the lasso Rosary... At are wedding....
Or to Love you xoxoxo I love you...... Promise s as I dedicate my life to Jesus... Christ
In Iraq Adan And Eve began.. the first man and woman ...
And
In Jerusalem the seriphot... where Jesus died and rose just like day and night tonight
Jesus Christ s gift of life ... I wake to go bout my day alone with thoughts of you and this years spring...
To my husband my hare.. the baskets!!!! And to pray... Marshmellw peeps Melts like chocolate cake... Jelly beans... Spilling every where for a miracle.... In yellow Green and Pink plastic grass...
From thin air... Oh My deerest sweetest Velveteen Putin... let me nibble on your long floppy ears and... Kindly send you a cople kids too!!!
Mother Mary's son.... Jesus.
I slept like a sleeping Queen thru the rest of Winter and The deepest snow on the stone in my gardens... like the years from my eyesight the rain drizzles softly and the flowers bloomed.... Of honey Combs
wet slippered footsteps fell on the ground pitter patter ...
Opened my eyes then I awoken to see you... My husband my l new ove and hugs And a fish....And toast with butter and jelly sandwich....
In Russias holiday inn.....
Rode with the flowers and donkeys just like we fitted in.. my family my mom Mary.... And...
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GoAcur and gather the material goods that I need and use. To be the anchor in earth in which I live and decorate my home...And give away oooh pray to be blessed with the fruits of the spirit.... my eyeslave of star and sun shines bright Moon and clouds as I yearn for salvation and God's mystical mansion... Better sail in the sky as I reach the heavens in The boat of Inanna. Destination... For the beatitudes a verse prose or poem of proverbs..And King David's Psalms. I begin my own version .. Of another book.... that wasn't written in The Holy Bible almost...All of them .. The costly words. Makes a wise millionaire happy and then theres me to trying to maintain the golden means...And.virtues that I like.and lack... Justice and scales weighing on me and My sentences... The priesthoods of Buddha and the Israelites religions are black and White ... Oh to assume the chord of the twin fish as they twist and fight polar desires... Something I read and haven't much thought about....Soon the dualism of mental illness and alcoholism's dulls the progress of a Good life....O to obtain sobriety desire wants and needs of recovery to me when I'm alone I don't understand only the good and evil of God and bad... Devils demons angels magicians and card hands. who can perform a cheating bet on a old west poker night..table. A missing ace ... The other countries citizens. glass... I guess sobor... for a brief minute that last a while... Then forgive mostly myself Because that's The way god should handle peoples sins.. even if I'm a hypocrite... otherwise I tried the piddliest problem... Deep down and pours out like a libation... I drank and do in remembrance something I wasn't taught... Do like the priests because I'm not qualified.... Alcohol mental illness cigarettes. Smoke and ...It's ok today Jesus by Cindy YoungPg 2.
In the halls and rooms some was included and others intruded.. God are you in there?! I opened the door to leave the bread... the light was on... So... I went shopping again...And went to sit down so they passed The basket around... I didn't pay attention.... never called upon to speak... Like a second grader raised My hand to interrupt... I doubt AA knew Me I had something too say... free coffee and cakes but every one watches to see if u donate a dollar or two Maybe more... Last call for alcohol... I never felt so out of place somewhere where every one belongs A's Bill sees it.... but mght be mistaken.. Because of mental ilness every one is right and I am wrong... what are the the turkeys thinking?! Doesn't make a bit of difference difference AA isnot supposed supposed to own The building... But i. Guess thats why I don't stay sobor...
Leaves trembled and fell.. in spring from the pouring rain... It's ok... God are you in there?! I brought the booze so I can drink... and say thanks!!! Thats My bad attitude.. I am not going too make everything the end or horrible negative... Its my pleasure to meet with them turkeys anyways... I am thankful today...Pg 3.
Under the guise I posed still like a mannequine
Stood staring at my face drinking the beast of burden.... and to see what I recognize...
I t was summer and I had My child... Husband home and job...
I was under the influence
That... the world was had hidden meanings....
Even a small recurring small Rabbit and butterflys
I thought dying my hair black id become a witch because of dreams of power that penetrated and spoke...
The rain in a forrest on a mountain foggy night just got off work I was me staring at me a out of body experience...
And had a tarot reading
Although Tim The dish washing man led me to Christ
Or brought god back when I was later in a dark hospital bed...
Numbers like 17... 75... And waitress reciepts I tried to memorize...
Liscense plates ...
Drinking and felt like I smoked bowls full of love boat...
And.. Neglect Cierra ... My daghter and My husband and her was a family...
He loved her...
Theres so many more things... The green and white box of the cigars moores...
And Walt Gordon Millard Thompson
Tina.. Waitress and bosses
A world a time to IDK mourn
Sooo the beer and the
Mirror I look Ed for hours years in tha t moment
Because I didn't know me...
Black birds was a omen... Voices in My head god
The first word...
And what I'm forgetting
Lights and Mark was Jesus
Sooo
I don't like you seeing me like this
I look in the mirror stare too see if I can remember sanity
I look in the mirror off guarde and I see how crazy I can't describe...
I look in the mirror drunk to see if I compare and am beautiful enough... If t all
Это цитата сообщения CindyYoung Оригинальное сообщение
Thank You
From my heart. I was so happy to find you.
I wrote several things that are older. I like to share
Before if I write anything..
I love to read...Im sorry I feel like this...
To my Dearest Sweetest Husband
Vladimir Putin
P.O.Box Kremlin
To whom it may concern
I myswell be bold and tell the truth
I need you
To
I live in another country in a land
I like....
If only it was ok...
The middle of the night
I cant express my chest heart cavities...
I cant stop the pain
The longing
The aches or the heart beats
I cant stop the hurt or the tears
A band aid...
I feel drained...
I wanted this body cold
To kill me
Silence because
Its to much to be the fool
That shares
In all honesty
The women
Is like wolves ready to finish there tear s
In my flesh
The man I loved
Didnt compare
To the beliefs I have to get into
Heaven...
I never want to do this again...
Why
Everyone is bitches
Men women...
Im alone
Like
Some big boob
Dolly pardon
You!!!#!
And spit and curse
They plan
When your not watching devise
In broad day light
Leave there signs for you
To figure out
Cant do anything...
But lean on God
To make it right
God has supplied me with more i even the fight by sharing what I know otherwise
My little finger
Or my looks
My blessing on my life
Would kill you
Hurt...
Yea ...
I love you Jesus
Amen ...
And I love Russia
Its my neighborhood problems
I could never
Really be your wife Mr. Putin...
Just wish I wasnt in this ...affair
With him...
If thats what you call the cat man...
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From my heart. I was so happy to find you.
I wrote several things that are older. I like to share
Before if I write anything..
I love to read...Im sorry I feel like this...
To my Dearest Sweetest Husband
Vladimir Putin
P.O.Box Kremlin
To whom it may concern
I myswell be bold and tell the truth
I need you
To
I live in another country in a land
I like....
If only it was ok...
The middle of the night
I cant express my chest heart cavities...
I cant stop the pain
The longing
The aches or the heart beats
I cant stop the hurt or the tears
A band aid...
I feel drained...
I wanted this body cold
To kill me
Silence because
Its to much to be the fool
That shares
In all honesty
The women
Is like wolves ready to finish there tear s
In my flesh
The man I loved
Didnt compare
To the beliefs I have to get into
Heaven...
I never want to do this again...
Why
Everyone is bitches
Men women...
Im alone
Like
Some big boob
Dolly pardon
You!!!#!
And spit and curse
They plan
When your not watching devise
In broad day light
Leave there signs for you
To figure out
Cant do anything...
But lean on God
To make it right
God has supplied me with more i even the fight by sharing what I know otherwise
My little finger
Or my looks
My blessing on my life
Would kill you
Hurt...
Yea ...
I love you Jesus
Amen ...
And I love Russia
Its my neighborhood problems
I could never
Really be your wife Mr. Putin...
Just wish I wasnt in this ...affair
With him...
If thats what you call the cat man...
I like alot of things . Im abandoned in Virginia USA. I like to go to Russia.