#CeLive #ThatsLife #DealWithIt #ItAintMyFault #PowerTowerOsborneBroAppropo #OldBlueEyes

AMIGAS OF 3-3-2022, MAMA MIA ON A FLIGHT IN AN ORCHID NUTSHELL

Here's the end justifying the means, no matter and no energy withheld from the nuclei's ilk

I shall go from nowhere to somewhere in no time flat, as above it is, so below it will always be

Ape systems are go, from cause to the effect ad infinitum, it's a dream within a dream's blink

My Sicilian grandmother always advised me of the fact that "Monkeys see & monkeys do!" EH.

Punk that I was evolved from was the product of the #OvertonWindow, I'm in a holy row boat

Inside of the mind, within the cranial contents of our noggins, there's a revolt to live or to die

One more than the two left over from the final world's war on Earth, the planet's coup d'egrat

Up and down from the island and the empty paradise, nothing's left, One is caput, a dirty rat!

What I am's what I've always been whether known or not, atomic disintegration, a Braille sign

No proof for the morons and idiots who turn into sledge hammers & screws of a fake red line

Mirror the appearance's reflection in a swan's song on swan's lake, microbial stars of the suns

Sensation from toes and feet on the ground up tot he top of the hardened heads of my sons.

Better than a presence of existence is Eternity beyond sensation of full bodies and holy minds

Thoughts on the subjects & objects we predicate and deduce from inductive, psychotic pines

Whoa is me and you, happy to be here for a fraction of a mixed number, decimal of a holy fall

Spirits that roll with or without our awareness' permission have deposited The Ends, that's all!

Winking and nodding at the consciousness of wisdom, I can't believe the Truth, I swallow a lie

That I'll live after my body dies is the Lie I believe, maybe you all do too, maybe you ain't high

That you'd have to be to believe that buried or burned bones, grounded or sunk, volcano lava

They ain't me, this body ain't me, I ain't gonna admit it but God's dead & gone, DADDY, Mama!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, March IIIrd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Drafted while listenin' to @FrankSinatra #ThatsLife on youTube link @   #ItsComplicatedWarrior #BrainFog #Tastelessness #StompinOnADream #ThatsLife @FrankSinatra https://youtu.be/TnlPtaPxXfc }

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COVID Dinner Discussion - SNL @Armstrong_GettyShow @kste650AM

#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.

by

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 }

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