Perfect Dreams

Perfection today is what?who is the perfect person in your world ?and the bumps in the road to greatness for the classes to sing songs together for the good times? Happy and delighted for the gift of the present, happy and gay with the love and laughter of the jokes on the whales on land. RV campers for the good times, and the tasteful pleasures of the freaks, fools, and frogs out for the cash on the table, to steal, and rob you blind. Seven snakes, jackasses in the hills and valleys, rocks under the sand on the beach. Oral experts for the cum delights of the RV campers, bitches, butches and whales on land, Jarrot Whales Freaks and Frogs 2015, for the tasteful pleasures of the Jewish Whales and fags to date, for the low standards, and the trips on the wild side.

 Freaks to dodge for life, Steven Jay Jarrot 7608512267, butches, bitches in heat to date, for the drugs, sex with Rachel, Sheri, Charles R. Jarrot 7607778998, fuckers and suckers for the easy life, and fingers to point and blame others for their mistakes, bad deeds and ugly faces that flip on a drop of a dime, poker players for the tricks, trades, and exchanges for the goods. Cash to fund the trips by RV, and the butches, and bitches, with the whales on land. Jokes on you? Friends to stay for the flips on the dark side of the moon, fake friends to cry the blues, and fingers to point and blame for the broken glass houses of dreams for the super-size whales on land, freaks out at night for the party and play friends for the short runs. 

Happy and delighted for the lessons learned the first time, songs to sing about the good, bad and ugly faces of the snakes in the grass. Wolves that are dead to the new starts on a brand new day to change and to turn around and make more plans, make more goals, make more good times to share the tales. Stories written to share the joys and the pains of life on the right side of the grave. Graves to you and graves to me, to sing and dance the nights away around the camp fires. Roads to greatness for the people that show up to be counted ans the angels, dogwood butterflies, and the pixies, where is Peter Pan today? Friend of yours, and the dreams that are up in the air. Mountains to climb, time to pick a mountain to climb for the views at the top of the world.

Written Gifts

I need to be able to say what I want and not be told it is nonsense, having a hard time with the water on a ducks back. So I have been getting things ready to start over. Horses is the way that I am going, need to get a Jeep so that I can carry on. Don't want to own a Jeep, want the Jeep to come with a driver with a house, and a business of running houses and the people in them. Some guy with a string of hotels, motels, and Holiday Inns, and on a search to find a cause to fill them up. Has made enough money for 12 life times, and wants to give away the money for the 13th life time. That is the life that I am living now the year 13. I do not remember the age 13 at all. I know I had a thirteen year, but I do not recall any of it. It is a sad story that none of the things that I did during that year of my childhood comes to mind.

Forget the pains, forget the times spent on the cross, forget the trips to hell and back in a hand basket, trips around the trees of good and evil, lessons to be learn, first or second times around the things that make you stay awake. Dreams to actions, dreams to goals that will tell the stories of the bumps in the road, the good times and the bad times. Friends that are open and understanding, that love and hate are the horns on a goat, Love and devotion, love and hate, truthful and honest to yourself, and faithful to the balls in the air, and with the hopes and dreams to come.