Benjamin Buffett

there is every moment in life,  I want God my breather Creator to reveal thyself, to thee. for you knowing me,  appreciating lovingly,  you me. i believe in tis tilling sowing moment in all my life, when you being Gods greatest alpha dominant ideal, best loving you, will appreciate all birds who could  should would will nest, knowingly who I am in be.  art baby blue Nesting in greatness enjoying tis forwarding every moment being life for in each one I call love you, in mind, my Creator, to reveal thyself to thee through me. For you know me, I feel that knowing feeling being appreciation, my love moving quietly electrifying enlightening, light, between you me, me beautiful you.  I believe you see tilling each moment, sowing presence through all my days, living being alpha ideally as the one who chooses the highest tone, the most loving way. In this, my being, I see all life responding come birds find your place to nest, fire guiding wings, sparks fucking...

  From Lisbon's streets to Tokyo's neon lights, follow Art Baby Blue's global journey to spread 'Good Love'. Witness the brand's explosive expansion, unifying events, and a vision for a futuristic SkyPort. But as success peaks, where does Art Baby Blue find true fulfillment? Is love enough to build a better world?

  Imagination oyster,  Who ideally willingly yummy to me, Sow beautifully presenting I, coming into two, After eating hmmm slurping you.  For the day of wonder in the sight coming into view, Where my joy images picture alive,  Running dancing bringing coming sea, Feeling vibrating the pearl, kissing playfully exciting me G,  Spot, world.  Imagination oyster, so willingly mine, Yummy to my spirit, sweetly salty, oceans wine. Savoring slowly, slurping loving moving you, Emerging coming wonder, alive, tasting true. I rub upon the waters, touching vibrant, soft, a blow, Tickling flickering finding treasures, for feeling currents, come flow. Excitement of the pearl, playfully imagination set free, For the sea a vision in wonder, rich, abundant, sweet, In the oyster of my dreaming, my senses find the G. Spark in spot of playful pleasure, Inciting exciting loving two ears, Humming comes singing you, Please take thee enjoy my oyster,  For your i...

  Being able to think about a situation,  And coming into instinct terms the best, Ideal way to respond. First last ideally mined.   Pen to paper, Begins the alchemical proceeds, Releasing the waters flow for thoughts, I till will grow.  Painting thinking from the plane, James congratulations game won. Thoughts be flowing, a mirror clear, Instinct guiding words sit come hear. Pen meets paper, alchemy begun, Transforming dreams to plans—my games now won. Situation weighed, ideals be mined, Clarity sharp, first-last aligned. Mindful tilling, nurturing seed, Harvest blooms fulfilling weed. James, the vision really is true, Congratulations—from me to you. Painting thoughts from higher plane, Victory singing your masterings named.

  The joy of being a fruitful soul. Is the artful fully being me.  For the smiling impression expressing upon thee.  To follow a line is to create a path,  Upwards out world to the milky way,  To the Suns stars then out radiating through, As I come to the point of me seeing you.  What part mostly do you play yourself to be in mind.  Oh mine how you shine bringing forth beautiful treasures, And surpassing my inkling of knowing enjoyingly pleasures.  For being Gods greatest gift to himself me,  Intending pretending to believing is seeing bestowingly showing. Pictures imagining them apples tasteful, Ripe, ready for enjoyment and artfully soul.  The joy of being a fruitful sol, Ripens in heart, in essence whole. A smile impressed upon the air, A flicker of light, a breath breathing hear. To follow a line, a path being told, Upward, outward, towards  the cosmical bold. Milky ways whispering whimsical hymns, the stars reside, Embra...

  Here is the gist of the picture. I am all in imagination.  To new heights and knew levels.  My perspective presence in mind. Beyond the profound thoughts, I want concrete results.  Painted expression perfect for my impression. To the creator of heart in sky and I,  Nice beat pulsating rhythmic current, Lifting up style bringing forth smiles.  Like this reflecting idea in theme.  And upon scene perfecting my dream. Here is the gist of the picture, I am all in imagination, To new heights and knew levels, My perspective presence in mind. Beyond profound thoughts, I want concrete results, Painted expression perfect for my impression. To the creator of heart in sky and I, Nice beat pulsating rhythmic current, Lifting up style, bringing forth smiles. Like this reflecting idea in theme, And upon scene, perfecting my dream.

  Here is a thought to think to bring forth fruit.  One second mind six months time.  Gestation is in the hearing in rhyme.  Let me paint the picture for you to see, my girls three, Me dancing on high, from my building in Thai. Gods business is growing and blessingly knowing.  Currency flowing beyond overflowing yet all drops accounted.  Lego building plans bought for sale signs fifty and counting.  Mind crafting your way to dominate the play.  Employing beautifully joyfully I say.  Planted this seed two day. Here is a thought to think, to bring forth fruit, One second in mind, six months taking root. Gestation is woven in rhymes we hear, A swell forming, the future drawn near. Let me paint a picture, let me show thee, Three girls spinning in dance, circling Me,  High above, from my building in Thai, Gazing below, where dreams touching loving sky. God’s business blooms in gardens and knowing, Currency flowing, beyond overflowing...

  What is my purpose. To tickle the thy. Of the one breathing the you I. To be I see.  I see to be.  For what could I present to my loving Almighty, For this say on to day.  For all you do, I bless you.  What is your purpose, comes from the sky, To tickle the one who is breathing the Sun. To see, I be— To be, I see— For what could I gift to my loving Almighty, This moment, this breath, this presence peaceful loving mind. For this say on today, For word lighting your way, For all you do, I bless you. Being every fallen angel fell to lift me to you.  What a beautiful see I be. 

  I see an angel in the sky before thy,  Certain to being here for me, For why else could I be in front of thee.  To inspire and bring fire to muse for sea. To birth a view that now becomes two.  Oh how lucky to be me, too, you say, for a musings my way, For me being me and loving you in my play. I see an angel in the eye, A presence glowing, floating high Certain to be, to breathe, to see, For coming two stand in front of me. To stirring the flames, to sparking thy muse, Two birthing in sea, to dream and choose. A view once one, now shaped in two, Oh, how lucky, me you. For the spiritual love making vibrating wave, A musing’s song singing rifts my way. Me, being me, in love, in play, Bringing fire to light in say, Too muse of fire in sky. Grateful for being your loving I. 

  This is my eight mile,  For those in the know could appreciate this style.  Yet this is for me, to be,  To be ideally me, perfect this day, this moment, this second.  Dominance feels feeling  felt , releasing hundred butterflies into sky. My arrows forth caressing the air, willing powering coming out,  To the all ideally one.  For this view, you picture,  Who what do you see.  From my penthouse cerebrum,  In my twenty fifth building - celebrating,  Looking out seeing my family and partners.  Being proud, living happying health,  Enjoying wealth, loving life,  Thinking about,  How to out do tickling God.  My money stacks eight mile high, A rhythm for the knowing, my artful smile. Yet truly, it’s for me to be, To be ideally me, this day, this second, this see This moment I am free being me. Dominance resonating, winds kissing my chest, A release of butterflies, a thousand the best. Arrows caress ...

  Here series of thoughts come, from, Starting my day with a smile, begets,  Becoming one with the Sun,  For this perspective I reflect speaking to the moon.  Waiting a moment before my shadow shall be in view.  Win I willing see my God is smiling too.  All things I praise unto you. Upon this currency note, gratefully me for receiving my fees. Now I can fulfill my services please, Calls calling calming the winds to my knees.

  Strategically dominating the sky and sea is me.  What a day to sing a long and come saying pretty please,  For hearing me loving you in my way,  I present to you my word in play. For a specific amount of energetic pay.  So for the first moment I do,  Will force, forth from, inside you.  This is, in action propelling wind,  Being willing the tinder spark,  Bringing fire firing sparking poof be light. Strategically, I claim sky and sea, The Earth and land bows to me. What a day to sing along, To craft the rhythm, to own the song. Hear my love in words playing, Energy exchanging in precisely array. My first motion igniting two, Drawing force from deep in you. Attraction moment, action bends, Wind propels, my spirit ascends. Tinder kissing willing light, Fire sparks—poof, its Me! Pretty being loving thee.   

  The wind of fortune leads the air, Presenting its dominate position clear.  Where forth thy sky,  Those ideals nurturing I.  Being the seeds to flower me.  To the gust in the win beyond the world be free. Victory hands in superman flying over the see.  To the thought thinking thee, I increase my mine in the present thine, Attracting my rose for my heart in kind.  Gathering all the forces to light my shine.  The wind of fortune stand here, Presenting its dominant position clear. Hear forth my sky,  nurturing I, Seeds to flower, rooting high. My gust you the win, beyond the world, be free, Victory hands as Superman over the sea. To the thought, thinking thee, I increase my kind in the present thine, Drawing strength from mind. Kissing my rose, my love kind, Giving forces the cosmos alignment. For in this gust, my light does shine, My belief in the truth, uniquely mine.

  A new term for the idea of what is the act in breathing. In breath, Out breath.  In Heaven, Out Heaven.  Inheaving, exheaving.  Perspective is literal in term.  Upon this foundation, I shall go to the Willamette River. What a wonderful thought you brought.  In this stream of the watering right,  Bought by my turns in brooks of thought.  Into the sea of the black in me, The coloring in the soil for growing all things being.  In breath, out breath, the action mine, A rhythm of life, a star light sign. In Heaven, out Heaven, the motion turns, Perspective literal, as the essence returns. To the Willamette River, I make my way, Carried by streams where thoughts bold sway. A wonderful idea, you’ve brought to light, A stream of watering, flowing right. Bought by brooks where thinking pays, Turning to sea where the black seed plays. The soil in me, thy fertile ground, Coloring life in mind cycling abound. Breath is to heart, the act, t...

  I have brought a new picture of you to mine. To get to the core, I dig up time into present, Curiously wondering your special ore? Once upon a view, I had this question for you. Yet now knowing mind, I am attracting your kind, For you to birth my family, legacy line.  I have unearthed your glow, a sparkling find, Turning time's soil to uncover thy mine. Within the depths, a treasure gleams, The core of you, my answering dream. Once upon a thought, I sought you there, A distant star, beyond compare. Yet here you stand, your essence aligned, The one I called, attracting kind. Shall you cradle my legacy, the seed of we, Birthing a future that flows like the sea? For in your core lies my story told, The makings of love more precious than gold. Let us melt into Gore, lighting fire's light, Forging a lineage, radiating bright. Together we'll build, create, refine, For you are the core, in my heart and mind.

  Present Art Baby Blue in the sky,  Radiating from over the sun, Above I being one.  Pretending proceeding the way, As you come dancing into my play. What is good for me now.  For the narrator of my story,  Listen hear come close.  My words have put you into boots. Get to stepping, for singing the blues. I rise up Art baby next.  For doing my do and making all net.  Present Art Baby Blue there in the sky, Radiating bright, soaring high. From over the sun, above I stand, One with the heavens, my story grand. Pretending proceeds as the way enfolds, I come dancing into my play dominating bold. What is good for me now, I ask, For the narrator to embrace their task. Listen close, hear my voice, My words have dressed you, boots and choice. Get to stepping, singing the blues, I rise Art Baby, breaking through news. Doing my do, crafting all net, This is my story, the best one yet. Above the clouds, my journey anew, I shine lovingly eterna...

  How to pre-fabricate my future present.  I have put all my thoughts into the wind.  Attracting unto me the best ideal means and ends.  For each one believing, dreaming, being, Growing into my picture with all, From my nurturing's inner now bubbling with in.  How to pre-fabricate my future present now, Lies in the whispers I kiss to the wind. Each thought, a seed, spreading joy, Calling forth the best, my ends to wins. I see my dreams becoming form, Believing in their radiant glow. Each ideal, born nurtured thought, Guided by faith, they begin to grow. For every picture, an investment of me, Built with care, bubbling from within thee. To the future story telling being told,  Where all dreams begin,  Birthed in thy soul being one. Loving Son.

  A new world is blossoming,  From the womb into thy hand. Here is the plan for me and woman, Believe you me, Each word you think becoming I do, For being mine looking through, and seeing this picture for you. A new world is blossoming, From the womb into thy hand. Here is the plan for me and woman, Believe you me, Each word you think dream becoming I do, For being mind, looking at you, Me seeing this picture coming through, Oh vision love light you tickle my eyes, For appearing before and in my skies.