Just imagine what they could've done without their nasty habits: Bob Marley's dope and Vincent van Gogh's absinthe. If only. [Sarcasm mine.]

You know them by their fruits. The fruits of Bob Marley and Vincent van Gogh's performances on life's stage grow brighter even as the years since their stage exits pass.

Unruffle your feathers my temperance hens. Every little thing gonna be alright.

King James Bible: "And said, Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven." Matthew 18:3

Akim Camara gives a taste of the kingdom of heaven in this performance. Resurrect your joy through his virgin expression. Have tissues handy.

Happy Easter!
April Fools!

Remember the Spirit is the Life.

Update 14 July, 2020 Last: Done. Live the thought the witches too remain to the thinking the man uses nothing to have to begin to the thought the man to the max understands the woman needs to begin again without the headaches that tell her too to say see ya Kelvin Cruickshank the man that helps.

The woman detaches from them all. No man is the answer to the nothing remains.

Update Further 14 July, 2020: Good luck. Life feels like a prison without a loving man... but the other side holds true too. Too many reservations to begin the healing to the thought the loneliness never ends. It sucks to be the only woman that cares.

Update 14 July,2020: Just curious why you need to take the furniture that you told me I could have the 3 years ago now that you are planning to move to the Keys Richard? Are you planning to remove the furniture with you or is there another reason? Just wondering why I have to use cardboard boxes now or spend useless money to replace the heavy bookshelves and desk that you bought with the Pell Grant money you never paid back setting the precedent to make the Federal Government make student loan debt not dischargeable. Just wondering why I feel so unimportant suddenly. Happy Divorce Day Lovey.

Update 3 July, 2020: The end of the innocence approaches the many that think they are the better humans simply because they have the many friends that tell them to hate the woman typing because that is the thing the group has decided to the max is the right thing after they proposition the man called the man that told her he loved her everyday to take her to the alter to laugh at both him and her to the thought the being too the ones that fucked the man behind her back the entire relationship know that the being the cum sucker to the max is not the point of the "cock sucking" in the article but the wanting the better man in the life that realizes the cock to the max makes the woman so grossed out now the thought to the max of the never sensing the murder of the other in the house means the woman to the max wants only the lover this time. Leave the cock in the pants to draw the social security that cums from the others in the community using the way of the woman to free her too from the domain that houses their boo.

WE are the authors the woman typing to the max is not the advertising the cock sucking skills the entire Asheville Music of the Women Variety know the husband feels her ineptness is the reason the man must be the rejected to the thought the woman to the max knows the thing that makes the woman the grossest out is the thought the man felt the need too to fuck other not just women's but men's too assholes and then fuck her vagina to laugh while the woman suffered greatly from the inhibition not but the feeling of the floating to the other side to the thought the woman to the max knows the being the not the lover of the cum taste to the repugnant nature of the cum taste being the way of the world that WE created for her being too the buttfucker not nor the inhibitor of the need to recall to the world the butt is the place that begets too the minerals that justify the giving to the bones the tissues that tell the world the way to the healthy hair also means the not fucking the asshole with the cum makers.


Check out those groovy jackets! 3 thumbs up my friends. Excellent advice.

Treat Her Like a Lady
The Temptations

Now I'm the kinda guy who don't believe
That chivalry is dead, no
'Cause I believe a woman should be treated
With the utmost respect
, umhummm
Don't be afraid, don't turn and walk away
I wanna get to know ya, yeah    (Katherine's embellishment: I wanna get to know ya are more than just a mommie-maid who sucks cock and makes me feel like the most important little god on the planet. I wanna get to know who ya are, to enjoy ya a multi-dimensional human being in the feminine form, a lover connected to the cosmos capable of joyful and exciting experiences, more than just an annoyance with needs that get in the way of my complacent comfort. I never wanna say, 'Shut your mouth bitch unless you're ready to recieve my stiff cock.' )
Don't be ashamed, don't say that love's to blame
Just come and look me over
You'll find a heart that you've always been lookin' for    (Katherine's comment: Pay attention. He says 'heart' not 'cock'.)
How could anybody ask for much more?
(More, more, more)
Now I like openin' doors
Pickin' up her hanky off the floor
Treat her like a lady
(Treat her like lady)
Light her cigarette if she smokes
Even
(Help her with her coat)
Well, treat her like a lady
(Treat her like lady)
In this world of liberation
It's so easy to forget, hmm
That it's so nice to have a man around
To lend a helping hand, you can bet, bet you can, baby
When I was young, my mama used to say, boy
A woman's like a flower with love on her you shower
Ever since that day, her words never went away
I always will remember to treat my baby tender
You'll find a heart that you've always been lookin' for
How could anybody ask for much more?
(More, more, more)
Now I like openin' doors
Pickin' up her hanky off the floor
Treat her like a lady
(Treat her like lady)
She's a bad son-of-a-gun
I'm her lovin' Don Juan
Treat her like a lady
(Treat her like lady)
Every day, every way
Hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
You'll find a heart that you've always been lookin' for
How could anybody ask for much more?
(More, more, more)
Now I like openin' doors
Pickin' up her hanky off the floor
Treat her like a lady
(Treat her like lady)
Light her cigarette if she smokes, even
(Help her with her coat)
Help her out
Treat her like a lady
(Treat her like lady)
Compliment her on her hair
Even help her with her chair
Treat her like a lady
(Treat her like lady)
Now boy, you should remember
To be a gentleman
Treat her like a lady
Treat her like
(Well)
Treat her like
(Ho)
Treat her like a lady
(Treat her like a lady)
Treat her like
Treat her like
(Hey)
Treat her like a lady
(Treat her like a lady)
Treat her like
Treat her like
Treat her like a lady
(Treat her like a lady)
Treat her like
Treat her like

Songwriters: Otis C Williams / Ali-Ollie Woodson
Treat Her Like a Lady lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Facebook the forum
Where one feels
Out of sync
With the vibrations
Of Facebook friends
A sobering realization
So much to offer
So much to say
But feeling foolish
Finding efforts futile
In the faces of Facebook friends

Facebook the forum
Of superficial judgment
Recount my magical experience
Talking to Spirit
In person
Not laying eyes on me for 15 years
Still
Ignore my magic as fiction
Call me a drunk
Say I'm high on drugs
Not Spirit
Lacking sense
To know the difference
Negate my living experience
Through the vehicle of your closed minded judgment
My Facebook friend
Have you seen the dance
The guides are teaching me?
Alone I am all day every day
With myself and my Spirit guides
Yet discount my truth
Without a second thought or glance
Ignore my testament
Of my real experience
With my guides
As if I'm a child with imaginary friends

I deserve better my Facebook friend
I deserve more credit my Facebook friend
Use your eyes to see instead of your nose to smell

I commune with Spirit
Even if you cannot comprehend
Even if I drink a beer
They commune with me
They walk me to the refrigerator
They point my body
They point my gaze
Toward a beer
Beer calms my worrying mind
So I can hear their guidance
So they can use my body
I surrender
They point my body
They point my gaze
Toward the bong
Ganja invokes the Divine Mother
Like the Mother
She is kind
Unconditional Love
I surrender
Spirit moves my body
Speaks through me
Matthew 10:19
To communicate
Mark 13:11
Their messages
Luke 12:11
My friends with ears that do not hear
I am not psychotic
I am experiencing the Yoga
I've done the work
Yoga is more than a set of physical exercies
Yoga is union with the Divine
Resist putting God
Into the box
Of your own biases
And limited perceptions

Discounting my truth
My Facebook friend
Is no different
Than calling me a liar
Or saying I'm insane
Though I am neither
I deserve better my Facebook friend
I deserve more credit my Facebook friend
We all do
Use your eyes to see instead of your nose to smell
I'm not on trial
Though I feel I am
By an insouciant jury

Facebook the forum
Of consensus reality
Where those who recognize
A steel framed building
Does not collapse
Into its own footprint
Because of a limited
Jet fuel fire
Composed largely of kerosene
That mostly burned up
On impact
Is a scary person
Dangerous
Protect your kids
From the sighted
Conspiracy theorist
Nano-thermite in the rubble
'Dangerous conspiracy theory'
$Millions in put options
On American Airlines
In the days before the attack
'Dangerous conspiracy theory'
$Millions in put options
On United Airlines
In the days before the attack
'Dangerous conspiracy theory'
$Millions in put options
On Morgan Stanley
In the days before the attack
'Dangerous conspiracy theory'
'Why not let it go Katherine'
'Admit you only cling to 9-11 Truth'
'Because you want us'
'To agree with you'
'You little child'
'Wanting only to be agreed with'
'Obviously its your wound'
'That your womb'
'Was never filled with a child'
'That motivates you to cling'
'To absurd conspiracy theories'

Truth deserves better my Facebook friend
Truth deserves more credit my Facebook friend
After this many years
There is no excuse
For not seeing
Through the lies
They tell
About 9-11
Use your eyes to see even if you can't stomach what you are seeing
It's still there
Overcome your willful blindness
My Facebook friend faithfully following the party line

Thrice I tried
Friending in that forum
How I long
For a real friend
Abstaining from judgment
Who sees me for who I am
Like my friends in Spirit

One day?
I'm praying
You know what I need Dear God
I'm praying

Good thing it's all just maya
The Divine Mother's playground
To implement
The Will of the Father
Which art in Heaven
Hallowed be thy name

Remember the maya Katherine
Remember it's all maya
Nothing to get hung about my dear girl
The Divine is scripting
The perfect play


    If the motion-picture film on an unwinding reel is suddenly destroyed, the images on the screen at once disappear. Similarly, when the God-illumined film of Nature or Prakriti is dissolved at the end of a kalpa, all cosmic-dream pictures of creation vanish. Again, at the start of another kalpa, the Lord awakens Mother Nature and causes her to resume the objective display--that of materialized beings acting their parts on the "screen" of time and space.

    The cycles of evolution and involution are eternal. "The show must go on," though one by one the actors become liberated and are replaced by a new cast. A portion of God's consciousness will always be engaged in the exhibition of phenomenal worlds--the stage whereon a multitude of His children must perform thier roles until through true Self-realization they earn an "honorable dismissal."

    In the time span of infinity, beginning and end provide only an inscrutable concept that turns in on itself to come out again where it went in.

- Paramahansa Yogananda. God Talks With Arjuna: The Bhagavad Gita: Royal Science of God-Realization: The immortal dialogue between soul and Spirit. A new translation and commentary. (2013) Self-Realization Fellowship. (pp, 753-754).

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