Friday, June 12, 2015

Rocky Rides Over

Daily Trips Done: Funny tale of love and devotion delighted to share, girlfriends, and the frogs, fish, and fools date. They failed to learn, to fail in their first attempts in learning, not the first time, not the second attempts in learning, life lessons in English only. Teacher are students for the bumps in the road, trips to hell in a hand basket, sharks and whales in the waters to dodge. Happy for the joys, happy for the crossroads, delighted with the lessons learned, bumps in the roads, frogs kissed, trips to hell. Times of our lives, the best is yet to come. Life lessons to fail, in our first attempts in learning, trips to take, boats to sail away from the fish you turn loose for do overs, lessons not learned the first times.


Mistakes will be made, views to be posted of the bumps in the road, with the frogs and land whales. Songs to sing, dances in the sand, on the trips back on the road again, stories to tell. Happy and delighted with the tips on trips to hell in a hand basket, dances and dreams in motion.

Time to get back on the boat, back on a jet plane, back to the mountains to climb. Done with the land whales, the cattle and the herds of jackasses. Good for a season in the sun, kids without hair, fat for hair, fat a a cow with calf in oven. Sorry stories never told, to end means effects never die. No is another way to see things, next opportunity to find what you need.

Dreams, hopes, and prayers to share on the mistakes with the fake friends, sorry for the impressions given for life in the pits. Good times forgotten, love and devotion twisted and bend. Second place to kids something to live with, not acceptable for the earth angels. Images of fat kids not the same for cattle, whales,frogs and freaks. Same story on the sidelines in a RV, dream life to share. Not today.

Thoughts on how to stop the cycle has to be redirected, to see if how things could remain the same, since the passes have changed, and the train of thoughts have closed, how do you continue then? It is a matter of self worth, it was during a time when there were more questions about what to do next. The plans were not there, and not sure what the plan had been except it was a matter of love and attention. The placement of the state of the heart strings never changed. There had been a story told to the mother and the kid, that it was going to be so get ready for it, but the story was not carried out.

 Acts were forgiven, and forgotten, and that was good enough for the Frog Prince  and the Rock Star, other names given to the two that dance to the same songs. It is a matter of being crazy to the point it is an excuse, or another reason to point the fingers, not sure which carries the most weight. It is the time of our lives now, and it is time to take charge, and do the steps to get to the next level. Was just checking out the ads on craigslist, and I found what I was looking for, ads from the Jewish Prince of Frogs, and the message is out that he got dumped by a crazy black fairy, that was not able to take the truthfulness and honest that he defined his life with. Reflections on the golden calf, or cow to buffalo in this tale, and how the images fell in the trash. 

Same love and devotion for a crook, cheater and liar in the tribe of jackasses: Charles R. Jarrot, hell hound to take you on a trip down to bank for your cash or grandmother, Sima Jarrot for security security  to kite checks, trick learned with $160,000 at age 14 from daddy, Steven  Jarrot, just like daddy, Steven Jarrot, crooks and cheater run in the Army of frogs. Good tales of truthful and bullshit to keep in the dark.

Butches, bitches Rachel and Sima Jarrot, in this herd of cattle. Girls better then fags Charles R. Jarrot to date todayPleasure and joy to the sire, for his greatest creation the cow to buffalo was not shared, and it was another stone in the glass house that we lived in. Self-centered, vain, shallow, and a nightmare without natural hair was more like it, and the manners were displayed as if she was raised in a barn, kid Rachel Jarrot, gift from binbo and lots of fat, Sheri Jarrot, to call shots on husband lovers for( Steven Jarrot- joker for life) good times to share on the beaches, dream life for you?

Hope for a better day, tales to share about trip to hell, with hell hounds,gifts to share, oral talents to spread for tasteful delights with fools, freaks and frog. Happy and gay lifestyle for sale, trade or barter for times of your life, the best is yet to cum on the beach. Fly away, get back on boat, sail away from frogs. Plenty of fish in the seas, plenty of frogs and fish to cut loose. 

Singing Songs, Tips To Music, Day Job, Pays The Bills. Good times, singing songs, dances on sands of time, happy dazes again, glory dazes done. Daily Notes, Help Your Mothers, Love Yourself, Help Your Fathers, Make A Plan. GIVE MORE, Time for stands, Rules of hate and love, love and hate horns of goats, cows in ooen ranges. Wisdom Walks Daily: Angels, Horns To Blow, Goats And Sheep, Rest And Recover daily events. Spooks out, time spent hands to help others, goodness and mercy, angels out. Lights and stars, darkness in sky, stars to shine, trips to moons and back, glory dazes done, joy to the world. Out of the dark, out of the rain,boxes of joys and pains,bumps in road, cherry pits dried. Classes of love and hate, goats and sheep, animals with horns, love and hate, tales to spin, good times.




Steven Jarrot, good looking frog open for trips to beach, brains exchanged for free rides on his face. Turns to take with Sheri, Reese, and Rachel Jarrot lovers for the long runs by RV.  The pride and joy of this Jewish Army 2015, and the next Jewish person to be better than the Rock Stars, is what the whole tribe would like others to believe, is Rachel Jarrot , but it is a hard sell. 

No one that I know is ready for a load of waste matter, that does not smell like roses when expelled by hair dresser, the fag hag: Sheri Jarrot, the cow that had the buffalo girl Rachel Jarrot or was it Rocky, names are like flowers and they smell the same regardless of what you call them, is how I see it. 

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