Third party views, my sister with a different mothers, just one of many, girls in red hoods, earth angels with br8ken wings. More veterans, more black females with stories, sex with a pimp, fun and games for drugs, good times on the beach in Ventura, California, where the cum suckers parked at the beach for free all day, have to move by 10:00 pm, every night. Where to park the RV for the night. Commom problems about the water, tank full probley not, bottles of water needed all the time. Views in window on life with daddy, Steven Jarrot, 7608512267 History started, March 2011, continuing for several years, 2013 was the worst year, love and hate came apart, snakes out of their skin, lots of bumps in roads, classes on love and devotion.
Once long ago, picked up a snake once, with 3000 more veterans lost and displace, here is another one, tales to share, schools of hard knocks. Lessons learned, from herds of monkeys. Steven Jarrot, one veteran he like for a minute one day long ago, his only experience working with a Veteran, he liked him more than his daughter Sheri Beth, who he married and created the greatest Jewish White Star. Steven Jay Jarrot, only reason to live, and their belief that my life was worth less than Rachel Jarrot, Rach Jay, Sarah Jarrot, because they was the apples of the sires eye.
Everyone was second or their to his second issue with a lack of natural hair, and she was the golden calf in his world, and that was the state of affairs, that he was and is a devil here on earth for the sake of love and devotion to the Cali Cow that he created. All the issues go around in circles back to the Cali Cow that is now a Colorado Buffalo by choice, and he does not like it that she is a butte, bitch, and a whale, or a cow to buffalo, and this was her choice because her nose is in the air, and she likes to do everything on someone else dime, is the lifestyle that she lives. It is sad, that the sire thinks it is the school, that should be desired by all because his young fag hag kid, without a lot of natural hair left, because of the hate within, is how I see it, right or wrong, or reason may not be why. Not my kind of people.
It is a long story, and I have pieces that I will share with you, as I have share this story from the begining, just because I was unable to find anybody to listen to this song and dance, is what I calll my life. What are the true words or labels that can be applied I am not sure, so this may be a little off the wall so to speck as I will write about it now, and limit who get to see and share my point of views. So you are the lucky one, and it is going to take a few minutes to look at the things that has happen after the trip to hell and back RV camping with Steve Jarrot, and his true face was not in my best interest and it made me sad to think that his mask was satan, and had to get out of that life with him, and the death of my net book was the end.
At that time he was able to knock the clock off the wall and time stopped at 5:15 am in the morning, and I was shocked awake from the angry outburst of a serial drug user of tina or pnp or clouds in the sky, not sure exactly what it was, just that it made him unreasonable. I was so scared and thought I was going to have a heart attack from the outburst and the throwing of things across the room where I had been sleeping. It was time for a change and that was the beginning of the separation that took about a year to cut and get off the bus, and make a new plan.
Was not able to take the pain, and was not able to take the name calling, and the appearance was just like the requiter that attacked me when I was seventeen again, and again, and the medications that I was on stopped working, and was not able to get the image out of my head that Steven Jarrot. Was not able to take the pain, and was not able to take the name calling, and the appearance was just like the requiter that attacked me when I was seventeen again, and again, and the medications that I was on stopped working, and was not able to get the image out of my head that Steven Jarrot.
Have been stuck on fools, frogs, reptiles, serpents, and the likes of the common one page kinds of people, and how they are not good for me to be around. Had a trip to hell and back with the RV camping with last husband, that was the best snake in the grass, and a thief to boot, and stole me blind. Almost died three times by his directions, and had my life turned upside down, and he was ready and prepared to bury me, is my belief today as well as then. My views have not changed that this was a devil in the form of a Jewish White Star, and the prince of frogs, and a reptile or a serpent that was not able to flip a coin and start any thing new or different from the lifestyle that he knew.
Lovers and haters, jokes and laughs, jumps for joys, pans of gold, hunting in the hills. 7 Seasons, 7 days, 7 reasons, causes for luck, games with words, games with angels, goodness and mercy, need the lights. Night and day, dawn and evening, stars of light. Stars in darkness, stars so bright tonight, girls lost in the worlds. Views and noses, angels to give, angels to spare, love and honor. Games of balls, games of jacks, games of kids back in the day, baby boomers. Out of luck, out of love, games for frogs, games for fish to seas, games on the water.
Monkeys and frogs, fish and snakes, animals in the water, animales under the surface, faces and hats to wear. Times to sing, times to dance, times to get lost in time, lost in space. Pies in the skies, pies at the end of the rainbows, pies to eat, pies for treats, pie any time. Time for pie, time for cake, time for ice cream also, fruits and nuts to go, party time, life is a beach. Songs of more, songs of mountains to climb, songs of cutie pies, song playing now, have been for a minute. Cutie Pie, lady luck, numbers going up and down, seven born that time. 7 lucky numbers, and the rest, have to know, is 22 or 23, for the third time. John, James, Jim, Jack, names in a hat, hats to horns, goodness and mercy, horns and halo, sinners and saints, circles of up and down, birds of prey. Engels, hawks not doves. Birds and bees, fly away, songs of a better day.
http://instantblogsubscribers.com/?w=bumpsintheroads.....Nice, the only one of this nature,lots of smiles, tales in the words used. Wits and charms, head to mine, pages of tales in stores. Dates on the beach, dates in the mountains, dates and new things to do, that is what I had in mind, to answer your ad. Friends to good friends, times to tell, looks and charms matter. Get back with me, tales to share. Good times,songs to play, dances on the sands of time. Happyand delighted, tales of rats, tales of horse and pony shows, dances of love and hate. Hats to wear, goats and sheep, food to eat, another day.
Once long ago, picked up a snake once, with 3000 more veterans lost and displace, here is another one, tales to share, schools of hard knocks. Lessons learned, from herds of monkeys. Steven Jarrot, one veteran he like for a minute one day long ago, his only experience working with a Veteran, he liked him more than his daughter Sheri Beth. Sheri Jarrot: Bitch who he married, more than once, back in the day, and created the greatest Jewish White Star. Steven Jay Jarrot, only reason to live, and their belief that my life was worth less than Rachel Jarrot, Rach Jay, Sarah Jarrot, because they was the apples of the sires eye.
Morley and Marley, Bob and kids, Marley Moods, faces to flip, faces in the way, faces of the dead, faces in heaven. Have to get back up, have to move on, have to walk another way, love and hate, one love, one way. Games to play, part of a movie, games of life. Have other names that I like better, and have more to work on giving away, Sarah Smile Next, another name for me, have written stories online, would like to have them put on paper, could use help with that. Have big things to do, and want to have a little company, so have not been able to get started. Angels would like a hand two, goodness and mercy, angels that watch over me, my true belief. I would be have been dead, at least 12 times without them, just to let you know. Have a few more things to share with you. Writing to god, writing to my dead mothers, have to write to them now, while writing to you as well.
Paths chosen tell story of dreams, wishes and desires, that happen to be prayers also, hope floats searching for a place to land, and these places with do nicely, if you believe in magic. Hope hopping helps those that fell down, and having a hard time turning around, and turning the pages to more and better dazes without the snakes, cattle and jackasses, in the hills, valleys, and canyons in Riverside county in California. Watch out for the worms in the drinks, and the snakes in the grass, and the fake friends known as the Bisexual White Jarrot Jewish Frog Army 2015, or a herd of donkeys.
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