#GodsBarfedGemsJewelsBeerWhiskey #ThatsAllFolks #Bugs #TheGenerals & #DaveyCrockettToo #SanAntonioAlamoMe1971 #EyeSawBetsy

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SHARPSHOT TENNESSEE, CROCKETT LEGEND'S #nojoke

Lalaland lost & I've found what I'd lost, I never, ever gave up the blind faith in hope, total diss

If you see me you won't be able to catch me until you're on the other side of the iron gate

Bars are straight up in the 100 feet over my head, I can't get out, I won't get out alive, mate

Impersonal as I'm speaking, I mean to include your thoughts as you feign surprise, near miss.

I am not what I was or will be, I am what I am, exactly in this single moment, flash in the pans

Wearing the skin and bones, I hope something within that is invisible to sensory perceptions

I'm spearfishin' because I can't wait for the fish to bite the hook full of bait, dying in the beds

Either I eat the living after death as I boil or fry them to death or I suck only life of dead heads.

Crushed into ash, loaded into a stone bowl to burn & stoke a fire, smokin' it, y'all gone high up

Don't know how the lungs allow the blood to carry the atoms to the cerebral cortex, magic cup

Mercy & Love mere words without any intent to exhibit the qualities, just don't lose goodness

Nothing hurts or heals with Time, mortal wounds allow charity's descent into holy emptiness.

An inhabitant of the thing itself, no makeup can cover up the insight nor the oversight of gods

Either there's One or there's many, either way we are just the pawns on the chessboard pods

All things from subatomic to macrocosmic entities involved in this Oneness is a collective matrix

Rules & regulations make no difference, you'll die even if you're a tough jerk with tricky tricks.

Equator weather of the angels feels different than New York or Montana, I'm down by a river

I live in a van, I bought with cash when I got laid off with a Xmas bonus, foot in the door kicker

I fish for supper, I eat a lot of jerky and dried fruit, nuts and legumes ready for my inline I-V

You can't have everything, it could be worse unless you're in LaLaLand, so you can & it can't!

Imagine an imaginary vision like creating a cartoon inside of your mind's eye, it's a dream, I fly

Walking and being wide open to the figments of human imagination, I'm alive & I'm gonna die

With or without you in the hereafter, all the same, what'll be will be the way it's always been

In a supersonic jet leaving slipstreams behind, hypersonic-chronic bad air, as above, so below.

When the generals talk, admirals get ticked off in the submarines, from top to air, land & sea

Battleships, destroyers, tankers and carriers of jets & cannons, to dole out the thunder strikes

Death to life is a part of the battles of War, some get out alive but a mental mess or amputee

I say I ain't just talking, I'm gonna blip the wingman of the enemy, I'll blowup the king's dykes.

In the end, when the smoke settles and the silence returns to the daily din of fear & loathing

Everything remains the same, there's no other way, it's the only way it can be, Queen's King

Checked and mated with the smooth moves of the cassanova and the jezabel who don't care

About mAs, pAs, sis & bros, YIPPEE AYE YIPPEE AYO, a 3YO Crockett killed a GD #BAR.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, March 2nd, 2022 Anno Domini @ 111 AMPST

{  Jammed with some guffaws at the mighty #POTUS @Ronald_Reagan tellin' #SovietJOkes link @ https://youtu.be/mN3z3eSVG7A @ricoSacto #ricoSacto }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PinkFloydPigFloatsMoneyToThePig #WingChung

 SQUARED PIG TWEETS OF ICE-CUBED STRIKES & THE ARRIVAL OF WANG

Deeper fade than a pass on a bridge o'er frozen water, #PlayBall beside heavy metal selves

Can't open the cans or bottles to get the emptiness preserved by the vacuum of deep spaces

Honoring the narrow way by deleting any other way to move ahead is the function of calculus

My lead followed becomes the trigger of extinction, splitting One into the Many, I got a buzz!

Fault to go around to be responsible but I'm irresponsible as usual, Holy of the Holy's all gone

Ghosts & spirits that used to move the stones and liquid mud closer toward extinction's dawn

Swords, knives & knowledge to delete Marie and Antonio, leftovers for Mary & Tony to be On

Surface and vacuum of your inner sanctum, a vector pointed to pop, so kiss the skies my Son!

Parked at a stop sign, burning rubber and squealing like a pig off the line, 1/4 mile under ten

Victory in Defeat are the only two outcomes of this game, it's a roll of die or a full house hand

You are going to die, children, women and old men, just because you hate COVid19 & DNA

Destroy you and yours, that will be the end of it, species extinction, launch the arsenal's sky.

Here and now, stupid idiots and translating morons' speeches into logical conundrum's sea

Dark black sea without a bottom, without being dead as a door's nails, all the iron maids see

Beyond good & evil, living and dead things build mountains of rock to roll pantys, gotta blow

Why do you breathe in and out?  Are you out your mind, don't know & don't care to know.

Eating the living after it's dead, that's what we do, how about you?  Are you in?  I am all in

Inherited this position in the middle of nowhere, began with & will end with nothing at all

Here and there is Space & here & now is Time, material world of matter doesn't matter too

It's exactly the same as it was before your conception, S.O.S. after dissolution of me & you.

Adam's apple lost in the western civilization after Orientals left the spices mixed in holy fun

Of the warm gun pointed in the main line's direction, ready to confuse A bambino of A One

Seventh son brought the dawn on, revolved & pulled the triggered along, one hotty's spark

Projectile Kool-Aid AFDC at #Projects' Windy City, where bad, good or ugly square the mark.

Marked the dust with the "Z" for Zorro, not only am I not but also will I never be, the gato Z

Stealing from the rich to give to the poor merely a ruse to protect the property and gold fee

Charged for the toll to bypass the bridge over the troubled, black water falls of the gold river

Intruders intrusion won't be complete 'til the final dump triumph, bittersweet tweet twitter.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, March 1st, 2022 Anno Domini @ 711 PMPST

{ Crafted in bits and pieces of Ate while watchin' @Darren_Wang #SuperMe (China 2021) link @ https://youtu.be/uTlIvy6dANg & #InsideTheCIA #OnCompanyBusiness link @ https://youtu.be/EYrznlDTE_M & #Delta8 @BabeRuth @CoVid19 #BestHighlights @ https://youtu.be/6-4Z2rMcFo8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NoRegrets #OutOfBreath #ItsUndone @PrivateSNAFU etc etc etc #LooneyTunesInPerpetuity

JIG'S UP BOYS, HULLABALOO 'BOUT A BALLY WHO?  ZILCH*

Don't tell any mothers or girls that the sun's beating like a sledge hammer on an empty TV set

Gravity & a great wide-open that's neither fixed nor variable, win out of place in a show, I bet

Third stone from the star, we've been suckin' off of hind teat at the solar system's galactic titty

Of wet hydrogen & oxygen, gangsters doin' 30 days, on an infinite trip on what it is just to be.

A human being, a wonder woman and super man grown from an egg, split by an alien microbe

Here and now is where we all are at this time, 2022 years after God's gift, to be for 12 months

Repeat ad infinitum, what goes around certainly comes around, even that lonesome highway

Or the train to Memphis or even on down to New Orleans, I speak French, you see?  Oui, oui.

I thought about this and that a lot, just like everybody else, our parents had the dead end DNA

Now we've got it, all of us without an exception, unless you're a clone from a test-tube of PETA

Listen carefully to the theme, gist of the philosophy headed away out of a dark, black hole sun

Cause of both first & final atomic split is All or Nothing, dreams in neutrino fusion, son, oh son.

Since you'll be the only one dying when it's time for you to die, I don't want to remind you, yo

But there's going to be a time down the road to Escondido that we'll hitchhike on through too

Somewhere there's a space and a safe place to stay out of the Way, where demons fear to go

Not only to recollect the miraculous things that have happened in life since birth but too blue.

I can write and express my inner thoughts just fine, whether they're incomprehensible or not

The words that I make flesh by staying dry ink stained on sheer tree pulp or cyberspace datum

Mothers of Mary & fathers of Joseph let the orphans raise themselves with amoral supervision

You see what you get when you pretend to be the King or Queen of mankind, fix a crucifixion.

Above and below the signs that will tell you where to go if and only if you can read bonanza

Sounds to the deaf are void, sights tot he blind are emptiness, taste of the good, bad & ugly

Gives off the smell and leads to the touch of silky, easy rhythm and blues, I know God, I see

Toes tappin' and head's bobbin' while 208 bones be rockin' dawn to dusk, or is it vice versa?

Stay with me, a few more steps to the final ebb and flow, it's easy and it won't be out of order

Paradise and the lack of it can't be created, it always was and always will be, for the One, see?

Drive it on home before the finale's curtain drops, stay loose & don't lose it, Time is to murder

Scantily clad with a will to thrill a monkey chill up my spine, I cannot say how much I love her.

Sudden impact of the power you've gleaned from the wisdom trove of the world's recordings

On paper or in cyberspace, the result is a historical record of thinking about why heaven sings

You do hear that noise don't you?  It's constant so maybe that's why you don't care anymore

I probably did lose some  #touch but I gained the lead speedin' around the dead man's curve.

Sent my clothes to the cleaners & my jewelry to the lost & unfounded corpus dillecti on the fly

Four score and seven years ago from 1863 in Gettysburg, replay wayback machine, go too high

Thinkin' at best clearly with logical deductions yielding the fruit of knowledge and a wolf call

Bugs Bunny Best Ever on the spin of the link, yields X formula for the bouncing ping pong ball.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, February XXVIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini

*Header is my own fingered, fresh iPhone click last week in Monterey, California!

{ Crafted out of the corral while listenin' to #BeerForMyHorses by @TobyKeith & @WillieNelson in an infinite loop link @ https://youtu.be/NHoGBEaCd-M & 57 1/2 minutes of @LooneyTunes #BugsBunnyCompilation link @ https://youtu.be/Q8AZ16uBhr8 & @LooneyTunes #HollywoodStepsOut -1941 link @https://youtu.be/xOFG_qmoH8I }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?