Petty Crook, Petty Snake, Petty On Five Counts, Steven J. Jarrot

Once long ago, met a frog, Steven Jay Jarrot, 7608512267, who was a snake, picked him up, and had had a trip to hell to do. Lies out of the gate, tales of trips to the bank, how much cash he took for the lost, the confused, cars and cash, and rights to reasons. A true snake in the grass, friend to some, family to others, the reasons to shine, are just hard to find. Some many lies have been told. How great and wonderful his family of crooks are. So many ways to steal, from his mother, and the other family members, in the name of love. Love and hate, horns of a goat, horns to blow, for the rights and the seasons to share, lessons learned, bumps in the roads.

Credit  Crook.......Happy birthdays 2015, fruits and nuts. RV camping lifestyle shared with Steven and Rachel Jarrot. 7608512267. Third place is last place, and no trophies for that placement, keep it for sucker to marry a freak like him. He likes to suck dicks, and it was great not to have to fuck a trick because he was gay, and the meth does that to him. Jokes on the fools and blogs about the snakes in the grass, lies told as truth.

Time on the cross, time to face the lions, kings on a level or two, angels out to protect, earth angels, fairies and pixies. Tales to spin, cash on table, books to write, trips to hell, snakes and frogs. Sharks and whales, birds and bees, trips to hell, blame games to play. Tricked and pimped, eaten alive for a season or two. Crooks and robbers, snakes and monkeys, dances in the rain, dances in the woods. Reasons, seasons and causes, tales in your head, dreams dancing in my head. New plans, new dreams, new cattle and more sheep. Blue and green people, search is on, dates to set with mature, witty owls, kings on land, lions to locate. Knights to shine, kings on land, lions in other forms, men of class. Leaders as kings, Peter Pan rides again. 

Snakes in grass, snakes and worms, hackers to kill, accounts high jacked, history changed, for a minute or two. Lights on, shame and pains, lessons learned, legends to hear, four tops to spin, girls in the family, Debbie, Phyllissa, Jane, Charlotte, And Richard, last one one, not a girl, the only boy, born. Kids of mine, kids of my family, my mother left us alone. Long time ago, still sad and blue, waited for years, for the other shoe to fall off. Happy to know where the shoes are, the red ones when to stay. 

Stories tell history, his stories, trips to hell with herds of hell hounds.Repent over and over again, if needed, a couple of can short of a six pack, or the simple or slow have problems with the words truthful and honest. Problems with faithful and bullshit, do not know the difference from the cows and the bison, whales on land, and jack asses from the hills.

Each clause brought images to mind from past and present, as well as images of my hope for the future. I don't know if anyone appreciates your writing—or bothers to say so—but, if none, I hope you find validation in the fact that few could identify with an audience that actually understands what you're writing and be courageous and coherent enough to write it. Bravo, worthy soul!

Love and hate horns of a goat. Love and devotions from a man for a women, gifts of the old souls floating here today, gone tomorrow. Lessons to learn, about the fun and games in the minds and hearts of the young at heart. Fairies, pixies, earth angels, bikers from New York, gifts of songs and dances for a better daze.

Tips for the sinners and tales for the saints, gifts to share of the trips around the trees needed for the lessons to learn. Classes in place. Love and hate, truthful and honest, happy and gay, happy and delighted for the dreams in actions, gifts of the young at heart.

This was an email, that I got from my sister from another mother, and how upset she still is about learning the type of frog the bullfrog really is or  reptile that has not learned any new life lessons since he got out of school by the skin on his teeth at Fairfax High  School in Hollyweird, California-when dirt was young-(Steve/Eve/Adam 4 Adam Jarrot) still dump as rocks? Brains exchanged for trains, so sad just senseless now, and full of self as always. You can share your views are not, these are written history, okay you know, recorded..

Last year, hacked,  7 times by Steven Jay Jarrot, hands alone, and how he did more things that I never knew about, makes me very sad. He won money ($940,000) in Vegas (April 2014?, picture on wall at Bally's there, an exchange for $10 investment, is how Steve wrote it, but it was not enough to buy him happiness, and the hate notes that show his true colors, or out with the fangs out for the wolves in the hen house. Still  it upsets me that the car he stole last year, blue toyato Solara 2001, in Palm Springs, California on May 9, 2013 by AAA. The car had been a gift for Mother's Day in 2001/

Steven Jarrot, 7608512267,  kept dreaming of selling that car, and he lied to coppers saying he had a forged signed copy of bill of sale he credit. This is the same way he stole cars from out of state sellers of the electric bikes he sold in Ventura a while ago in his past. LLissa Desilva, still has to find the car, to get it re keyed, and the real question is, can Steve pay for the crime committed, in the name of love and devotion? is still not back on the road. If he was a stand up kind of guy, and it he ever loved her,like he use to tell her, he was the best man to love her a whole life long, and life with him lasted four years.

Lessons to learn, tales to share of the good times, the best friends, the blessings and the lessons learned the first time, for the choose few. Gifts for the blind, gifts for the dense and the dumb, gifts for the blind mice and the blind men to date for the true colors of love and hate. Love and hate the horns of a goat, happy and gay with the laughs, happy and delighted for another day on the right side of the great. What a great day for new plans, what a great day for the fun and games, what a great day for the saints and the sinners.

Turning the pages. Dates with a horse charmer, 420 blowing in the wind, watching the horses cum and go, pieces of a dream, the birds and the bees. Dreams of mine, on the beach, watching the horses down,  for the water after a race or two. Animals and bugs that fly, gifts of wings to get here and there, new starts are the meaning of the butterflies.

Dances of a Tin Man....headangelbigandstrong.blogspot.com////Age just a number? right one is Sept 4, 1962, went to fair fax high, cheated on one wife and host $22,000 the groom lost less, family wedding party, yelled and scream in buff, wife, mother, sister, and family members, had a tale or two about, Steve Jarrot, not a cheater, get real. Please.

Instead, he bought  his lover, Rach Jay, and his kid-hairless Rocky Jarrot, Rachel Cattle caller (one of my names or labels for her), and made a remark about how she thought I was foolish and she was laughing at me on the way to the bank. On mother's day he started day off nice, wishing a happy day, but by the end of the day, he was senting threats by text, and I have been sending them to my email accounts, so that I can print them out ... What do you think? Will share the longest text received with you, and please do not get taken in by the projections that are common for Steven Jarrot, okay?