Snakes And Worms, Happy And Gay, Rach Jay, Rachellyn1010

Butterflues Blue, Dogwood Trees, Birds And Bees, Monkeys Go Back To Games, Dances On The beach. Time in hell done, fruits and nuts, cat and mouse cartoons, hundreds of rats racing, out on the beach, good times. Happiness is to write, history recorded, one view for all the fish in seas. Only on written to last, Rach Jay, dyke on corner, pimp for lovers, mama and papa. Sisters mother, not hers: Rachel Jarrot ,  sister to James Bush. Funny stories  online. 

Angels, fairies, and pixies are the girls that I know, every day earth angels, for the smiles, for the joys and the laughter of the friends on the side lines. Brown and blue wings, earth angel to some, fairy and pixie with a drop of a dime.... Friends, family members, saints and sinners at the forks in the road, take the high road, not the easy roads. Sails on the boats of the seas of changes, butterflies out for the colors of the sunny dazes on the shores. 

Hope for the best, and get ready for the pits in the bowls of cherries. Lemons for the sugar and spices for the girls to make the most of the bumps in the road, and drinks made of the lemons, dodging the rocks under the sands of time.To grow, to expand, to excuse the hard knocks. Sorrows and tears to fall in seas of tears, stars to shine, to make things right. Pink Floyd - Another Brick In The Wall (HQ)

 May 25, 2013: Steven is such a colorful charter that he reminds me of a snake in the grass or a wolf in the hen house. If you are not Short  land whale, frog of hate, goats and sheep, Rach Jay: Lovers. Sheri Beth Jarrot, mother of the greatest Jewish woman to be, or the bald-headed baby- Rachel Jarrot, or the grandmother Sima, or the sister Jackie, than you can take trust me, as a finger to one and all others. Trust me from a Jewish member of this army of frogs, is just the same as everyone‘s   else fuck you. This is the translation for this family of Jarrots of La Quinta, California. 

Mama Sima is 94 and lives with son Steven Jay Jarrot at 50925 Paradise West Drive #B, La Quinta, and she is collecting cash from the contacts that depend on Steven to cheat them on a monthly basis.

This is another great day to be alive, wonder where snake Steven Jay Jarrot, is hiding out still, he made it back from Ventura, California. First of June came around, payday for him, got county check of $850, since he has perfected paying taxes. Yet, he has not find time to cheat death. Steven is trying to cheat death and he has a couple of times at least in the last two years. Steven has been seen, at the apartment building at 277 E. Stevens Road, Palm Springs, California again.

 He was there on the 3rd  of June, to start blowing more smoke up the backsides of Jason and Robert that live at that location in the unit behind the dumpsters, to collect on a car they believed they were buying. Steven has sold that same sliver/gray grand ma at least two times. Ricky and Tonya thought that they were buying this same car as well. So to say the least there are two sets of people that believed they got cheated by Steven Jay Jarrot on that car deal. He has created a bill of sale, from the owner that lives in Cathedral City, so the Spanish Marty loss money on that car also. She had tried to snake a viper, and she lost that battle with Steven on the car 2001 Grandam GTO, that he uses not for more money out of two different parties.

The story continues instead of being broke and homeless, he bought another RV that is brown and older, that he drives on the North Side of Palm Springs, looking for the people that pushes pills and meth, pot and anything else he has stolen to resale more than once. There was Marty the Brasilia that got cheated out of money for the grandma car that he stole from her, by cutting her out of the deal, and the car was stolen from her because the snake Steven saw it coming. Now please tell me if the shades of gray of Steven Jay Jarrot, has been presented enough yet?

Better dazes, happy dazes again, butterflies to hover, feathers on birds, angels fly on the dreams, hopes, and wishes. If love was the only thing needed, life would never end. Trips to Seattle, on yellow brick roads.