Happiness Is A Lost Audience - @NBCratings @Gary_MooreBlues #MutuallyAssuredDestruction #MAD

ERRATIC ORDINANCE,

 HEADWIND BULLSEYE
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Complexity of the simple mind inside of my skull is the “X” in unknown code fame
It’s all up to me & you whether or not we die in peace or at war, it’s all in your hands
Sun lays down and we’re all on our way out to the club, dancin’ & drinkin’ it all gone
Barefoot, barebacked jumpin’ in the swamp with the imposters & low life corn pone.

There’s a misty cloud of love over my head, it’s the first & last thing I’ll create, a time to see
It’s not my choice, that cannot be if I have no free will, there’s no liberty from your beauty
Yes, I’m talkin’ about you & the image you see in mirrors, every dang morning day ‘til it ends
I don’t deserve you but I am snaggin’ the whole shebang, all mine, I don’t share with friends.

I fell in love & you didn’t, nobody cared but your daddy, that’s fine, it’s all in past havin’ fun
The melody of the song coincides with the rhythm & beat of the brass & bongos, all my story
Manufactured in a factory behind the railroad tracks, in and out of the billion bucks of Elon
Trumped in the finite game of dice and cards, like throwin’ darts at a board, you all get lucky.

My hot fingers, all eight of them & the two thumbs too, movin’ #asdfghjklmnop as if I know
That keys on the board mean what’s deep inside my head’s holy soul, invisible whisp of blow
Hair is standin’ on the back of my neck when you enter the room lookin’ for my face to see
Everything you love in this world & I never lie, believe me, blind faith is all it takes, you silly?

I know and you know nothing lasts forever, but I’ve got some news for you, I’m the supernova
In your eyes, inside your face down directly into your heart, soul & mind of a Quesadilla Spa
My daughters never came to my party, they’d have loved to be here, didn’t get it, by the way
No rings just strong whiskey in the glasses, line up so I can’t see the Truth of the blues today.

I’ll get through the hard wall, I made it myself with the plaster and concrete, it will break now
Goodman, son of bitch ain’t a bad way to say the Truth, it’s all about me & trials & error blows
Centered in a golden maelstrom whirling around its empty center to a rainy-day welcome mat
Today is someday and you’ve got no choice in the matter nor the energy you’ve got to look at.

Lucky to start over in a reincarnated way but it’s not for everyone, to some the shock kills ‘em
It doesn’t matter since we’re all free to do & say anything we like, there’s repercussions to sin
Meaning the disobedience to Laws of Natural Selection, you either survive or you’ll go fetch
I ain’t used to heart attacks every time I see your face & body, your soul’s holy etch-a-sketch.

Of course, bums and junkies will kill the mood, outside or inside the window of your tiny soul
It may be ultraviolet, or it may be infrared deep through a mind’s eye, you have the One, so
You got to do what you got to do, you’re on a roll, you’ve chased the target, now you got it all
Don’t go down on a knee, on turf or red dirt, the jagged rocks hurt but they can’t be the ball.

Bugs in the program or just flyin’ around & hangin’ stuck on the wall, I ain’t gonna last forever
Bullshot the pain out of my genome, it was stuck inside my skull for fifty years, chain of never
A Never-Neverland of the post animation of 208 bones, comin’ out eggs & leavin’ in a tin can
You get words etched in stone above ground, all that’s left, the feet ran too far for a rich man.

So, it’s a car, it’s the gold in the franchises’ investors who either earned or grifted it someway
Bring it on the day you die to barter with the invisible power involved in the elliptic orbitals
Garbage ain’t wasted, it’s the fuel for the journey to get from here to over there, it’s far above
Yet, it’s always with you and with me, hence the rub, if you can’t be with the one you love …

Hate to say that Love is the answer but here I go again, Love is the answer, ask the gods or Eve
Origin of this world is either supernatural or natural selection after Adam & Eve’s white dove
Meaning that the saga of a being not from this Earth, made all beings alive from scratch above
For me, the opposite of supreme, the antithesis of supremacy is none other than, Ma & Steve.

I fell in love with bones, all 208 of them, fractured 1 time or 2, from 12 to 12, onto Timbuktu
Now & then, its lost and found right here & we’re tossing it to the wolves, they’re hungry too
Know the feeling, want to eat something to stop the hunger pangs, bloody meat on a BBQ spit
Or a burger on a bun, even a hot dog inside of a flour roll, in every case, it’s survival of the fit.

Blow all your gaskets, headers & pistons freeze into the pig-iron engine of Plato’s top points
Amend the theorems and corollaries of the algebra, measure the angles of the hot juke joints
Brilliance of a glow comin’ out of your corpus callusom, out of our open wounds, genius egos
Leftovers from the tons of scrapple and grosses of scrambled eggs, all gone underground lows.

Braking too soon will take you into a skid on black ice, it’s free floating at the MPH you gassed
Into the tamed blue yonder that used to be wild as wild ponies home out on the range of seed
Let me say this out loud, I’m a crook prowling an open wound, fools, miscreants’ evil for free
I went trotting on the path that disappeared as soon as my feet touched ground ahead of me.

I got a hammer & I used to swing it every morning poundin’ 8 & 10 penny steel nails in pine
And oak, cedar & redwood to build the high apex above the highest floor, debunk & define
Now the sickle is the tool to reap what I sewed into the red & black dirty star dust, you fly
As above, so below, it flies on the wall, it’s ready to die, swatter swung, smashed, but why?

Just because, there’s no reason, you don’t eat everything you kill, I eat everything I kill, fool
Wasted time in outer Space, fulfills the function of wasting Time, killing Time, being too cool
For nursery school or graduate PhD, it’s all the same, you live, lucky or not then you pay dues
Heroes here & now, line up single file in back of mothers & fathers, mortals via divinity Blues.

You roll with punches until you get knocked out by a #haymaker you didn’t see comin’ down
Spaces of beings out of time await the purgatory called united states of amnesia, mind blown
Fake News isn’t the Truth, it’s a misrepresentation of the actual reality, hear the lion’s roaring
It’s louder than the female lion in heat, you’ll know the cat call, you’ll call the cat, blade sling.

Don’t remind me, I’ll remind myself, I am the capitol punishment for the purveyors of live evil
Spirits and conscious souls without bodies they’ve left behind in dust or a phantom’s blue pill
Last huff, last puff, swallow & gulp your Adam’s apple if you’ve got one stuck in your redneck
Forum open, factors analyzed in the formulation, code red, code blue, no secret I never Shrek.

Crazy monsters wounded, recycled into the matrix, dead & gone, evaporated H2O sun dancing
Terminate your life, terminate the Life on Earth, it’s a supernova or a thermonuclear, ion song
Fire and Water, muddy melt of the star ash, just a dirty, rotten bastard’s leftover tripe, innards
Fishing, hunting, mating, that’s about it, it’s a long, long road & I’m just one of the holy bards.

I’m what I appear to be to you, what I am to me, you don’t have a need to know, immortal sin
Just a guy, older than seven decades, wading in the sunshine, dirty water and the Sun’s dance
Inside of the needle’s 3rd eye, it’s as tiny as nothing at all, seeing naked eyes blinded, has-been
Fully shaded eyes with spectacles, allow the surprise at the peak of climax, you’re The Origin.

Pizza is in the kiln, the wait’s nearly over, keep your pants on, comin’ more sooner than later
Exploding nuclei from the zygotic infiltration of 1 gamete, unmoved mover, snow-blind dater
North to South hemisphere of this 3rd rock from the hot asteroid we call ol’ Sol, Sun of Man
Ready, set, goin’ to #A-GOGO by your mother’s womb, it bled out the third red eye dreamin’.

News for you, same old story for the gangs I’m searching for, their tattoos are gonna all die
Country or city, comin’ for every, single one without the lawyers’ cases, it’s termination fly
Bold and blown up in an implosion of mud, blood & beer, WW3 ended in nobody’s misery
Imagine a zero, empty of matter, being not being anymore, it’s the PERIOD, end of the story.

by
r j j stephan, I

c.  Mardi, BLOVEMBER XX^th  MMXXIV Anno Domini 1200 hours PST

{ Systematic Mutually Assured Destruction #HITS on youTube link @ https://www.jstor.org/stable/40204064 }

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ZZ Top Talking Heads Papa Roach #SoDamEZ Trace Adkins Montgomery/Gentry

LOVE GETS THE CLUES TO EXTINCTION, STAY OUT OF TOWN

Seared skinned & de-boned meat from the acceptable BBQ of the fish & game, casted pods
You learned to fend for yourself or die trying, it’s about the survival of the most fit to serve
The genome has no empathy, it appears to be programmed for success until the lost nerve
For us all, the dead men and women built the keys to destruction, stolen valor of the gods.

It ain’t our fault that this systematic, circle jerk has precedence over happy fun and games
Since nothing is gonna last forever, we all may as well have a good time and enjoy the ride
I ain’t lyin’ and you know that I wouldn’t chit you since you’re my favorite turd-sickle, off key
Pete’s got a gripe, call it like this, for Cripe Pete’s, no reason for that, all about the mockery.

Two thumbs, eight fingers, eight toes and two big ones help you walk the dog & wash dishes
Taxation without representation committed in perpetuity, required to be or not, to be fishes
Space between atoms unleashed by the Big Bang, a long spell ago before your divine eyes
Unrecorded musical scores floating above & below divine free forms of wasted white lies.

Secrets saved in the safest place with a score of less than the fins you lost to me, odds out
Keeping your mind on the prize is the only focus you need to succeed, there’s no other way
Random luck of the draw won’t do for consistent success, you gotta be the edge of doubt
In each and every case both past & future used to be or will be the present, it hurts to pout.

Thumping on your ears wakes you up every time, why we sleep only the late show slacker
Fear & loathing of the apprehension that accompanies waiting for the next back attacker
Hardly a psycho killer inside of me very often, in and out of the psyche, runnin’ far as I can
Further than any dream you can get immersed in, far from the Milky Way & so, too human.

What I need and what I want are acts of kindness from the billionaires inside the wet dream
It is what it is and there’s nothing that anyone can do about it, it’s all out of human control
Now and then before your ending of animation, up and down, both above and below it all
You’ll know it when you see it, then you’ll know it all, above as below, makes you scream.

Held the outburst reaction to the news whether good, bad or just ugly, a metabolized saga
My heart and soul are all in for the roller-coaster ride, up, down, twisting gravitational Gaga
Casting aspersions at the innocent & the wild aliens from any other solar system, all good
On cue, entering the bass & trout heaven, catchin’ & releasing’ what I got, because I could.

My catharsis is so full of scat because I’ve gorged on daily banquets preceding fiber tricks
It is more or less a freak of nature, recombined RNA at random, ‘bout boxes & dix, ain’t it?
What it is can’t be put into a nutshell unless you can define & categorize Nothing at all, fool
Talkin’ to myself, not you, fool, that’s just a manner of speakin’ to a blind lump of you, cool?

Silver lining ain’t in the clouds, searched & found it deeply hidden inside of the crazy mind
Gold can only be contained by the sun’s star power, only lead is left over, philosopher stone
Hollywood to Bangor, the main point is that Time is short, not too short or too long, I find
Walkin’ or trotting’ near the river path to find that rainbow flow, pot of gold that’s all mine.

How long has it been since you fell asleep in the crib of crips & bloods? You’ve become one

Philosopher, daddio to go you’ve mined the lead out of the ground of being, it’s all gold, son
High or low from Do to So, man oh man, it’ll whack your nerves with the chills of frozen ice
Way of the center without any option of turning back or changing paths, frets struttin’ nice.

Rockin’ me daddio, come on mama you know what I’m talkin’ about, the lead’s turned gold
In the backseat of my father’s Fords, Chevys & Dodges, many fathers of daughters did fold
To the intent of the Jolly Roger power of the philosopher’s stone, gotta kill the noise, @papa
Full house kept the 4th ace off the table, I’m all in, I can’t lose, then a posse robbed my trip.

I woke up & became so woke that I couldn’t get back to sleep, thoughts mutated dead eyes
I never could stand up to the consolidation of every single thing, echo ear shots bye & byes
Free from every atom, blackness’ infinity quite feisty when you’re infused with a holy water
Without it, H2O is all there is at the bottom of you & I, no god above or below the slaughter.

Can’t believe someone just yelled at me from fat lips, “#uck you, dummy!” Let’s back-flip
I looked around and got a shock, a room full of mirrors reflecting self-inflicted wound chit
Naturally a hater was a lover, jaded or faded with a chip on the shoulders, both will do it
On the cue, beat the drums, thump the bass, riff on the lead and rhythm, song sung RIP!

Glue put the beach next to the deep, blue sea, the H2O, the underwater, holding breath
Fire won’t give up the spark, ignition out of spontaneous combustion follows Man’s death
Pushin’ the words out of my neck before or after I got my ego higher than the blue-sky trip
Survive the extinction just like the divine intended for the dead weight, hit the deck & skip.

Revive your spiritual kneeling down before the false gods before and after me, drop it, LSD
Esse amigo, never get high when you drive wheels in or out of traffic, God won’t forgive thee
Great that y’all are grateful but you don’t have to be, it’s your Ego Trip, you get all proceeds
When you’re done, it’s all over, no recollection or rerun for friendly fire, annihilated seeds.

It’s today for everyone on this Earth except for you, you’ve expired because you killed Time
Others killed your time for you if you’ve ever began gittin’ more than your fair share of slime
Murder, self-defense killing, accidental termination of you & I, comes furnished, superbad
Vacancy exists that you allow to flash in your face 24/7, it’s infinitely powered, super salad.

I wandered to Tacoma & Seattle, back to Cool, California by the dam, fork American rivers
I know you ain’t gonna apologize for the wrongs you initiated, all just for little & big sisters
Chief, it’s a struggle that you inherited being conceived by the troublemakers, mas & pas
Fear to loathe it, be happy without any worries, lead turned my vision to Gold, cops’ fuzz.

Babies born, old women and young men die every day, y’all always have & always will croak
Self, soul, consciousness, abstractions of hope that death as feared isn’t all there is, bloke
No mistake, you’ll get through even the most difficult times ahead, like the ones behind too
Immortal bleeding out of the First Cause’s pain of being all alone in Space, forever be blue.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, Blovember XV, MMXIV Anno Domini @ 666 AMPST
{ Drafted ‘doubting Thomas-like” while jammin’ to @papaRoach #EgoTrip CD, #LeaveALightOn #TalkAwayTheDark #AlwaysWandering on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/D6HgmT2cttM?si=1Evi_7gNL9qyq3cn }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#MeAndYou? #WeBeThrough @AaronTippin #KissThis #ApesEatingDogs @ZZTop @ACDC @Supertramp @GretaVanThornberg #ArmstrongGettyRadioShow dot dot dot ...

HOW DARE YOU, SIR?  REVERSAL OF FORTUNE

This here thing itself is right here in front of you & I, there’s no mistake, you’re dying

Either of aged genome full of evolved DNA or an accidental murder via fear & loathing

You’re gonna die, I’m gonna die, nobody will know you ever graced the planet’s bays

Shores of Monterey or Tripoli, continental drift of the bull’s scat is nobody’s business.

Bugs everywhere slandered & annihilated in due course, it’s an evolution of animation

Moving after the Unmoved Mover originated the cartoon at our disposal, that’s livin’

Zygote to infant-toddler to grown homo sapiens beings gets you ending in immortal sin

Claiming before we’re conceived, we’re guilty for ancestral crimes vs. humanity skin.

It’s dynamite for the function of making a separation between atomic conglomerates

It’s doing the best for the annihilation of the Singularity, just being a tool is our fates

Seriously a function directly under the numerator, the denominator depends on zero

To be or no to be something or nothing, if divided by zero, you know nothing, my hero.

Can forever hold your peace if you don’t agree, if you’ve no counter-argument to con

If you’ve deduced another conclusion, although impossible, you’ve the logical reason

It’s worth disagreeing on the agreement, as long as you owe me no gold or credit debt

Hemorrhaged until vacuumed clear of the liquid iron & true grit, are you ready and set.

Peaceful battles against your friends on a chess board, 32 pieces & 64 squares, I’m a 1

Like the old song by Johnny Rivers, there was a legend of the worn-out mama’s 7th son

Done it all, you know the thing, tried to die with the thing but failed in the end, all alone

Call it spirit or soul-consciousness, mindful of the immortality & holy smoke of bone.

Time and Space on a thin line you know is one, invisible, abstraction of pretension fate

That you & I & everyone else ever to have lived or will have lived by the end of the date

Blind dated is the only way the survival will occur, don’t think about the innocent skins

Maybe any color the sun allowed during the DNA mutations from the original stepsons.

Film and movies can always be rerun if you’ve missed the premiere, on another hand

Stick it straight up your derriere with the impact of a #JackHammer, my new rock band

Son of a #Hammer, cyber investigate myriads of causes & effects, cybercriminal skill

Pray if you’re guilty, beg if you’re not & plead the 5th, awaiting a public defender shill.

Colored deep purple to crimson, ruby red, the blind see nothing the same, all is black

I believe the tide is going out away from the beach, there’s room to lie in the sun’s rays

Kiss this, fight about that, make-up on your face to cover up your scars & open sores

Kill the viral infections, the bacterial infiltration of killers, we are rare, T-bone steaks.

Special creation, spontaneous combustion & evolution of random collisions of atoms

All is one, unseen, invisible from 8 miles high, aliens see nobody, no short people sons

Daughters also, the mothers & sisters of the fathers & brothers, neither survive murder

Stabbed, shot, diseased or healthy old age-termination more or less one hundred, sir.

Body rocked from teenage years to occasionally beyond the octogenarian, y’all will die

No matter whether we like it or not, the Ends after consciousness is blackness on high

Closed eyes before you fall asleep is the thing, death is like that fall to sleep, a put-on

So you believe you can see past the smoke & mirrors? Reality’s God, pray my godson!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, BLOVEMBER XIV^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Kicked out this jam while reminiscing with #MyFellowAmericans (1996)  with @Jack_Lemmon & @JamesGarner @ https://youtu.be/eOG4-02ktyg?si=fBszYiMZ_G58vRqi }

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