#HadToSetThingsRight #LeftistAlreadyGone #WallbangerEndingd #ZZT #MARY'Splace #Timing

POUNDED 16 PENNIES INTO ONENESS' HARVEY WALLBANGER

Only one single thing in a million gets through the maze without an exit, the Creator of It
On the being in the middle of the show, you know who I’m talkin’ about, no secret occult
System of categories of subjects & predicates making predictions of future returns on chit
It’s all in the kitty in the center of the circle, all you gotta do is win the game, buckin’ colt!

Periods, commas, points & marks, semi-colons to keep the living words separate from me
I ain’t god, I ain’t observing your commands, bibles, torahs, koans or bhagavid Gita screes
Now and then, the good, the bad & the ugly present their tired wings on the branch of a tree
Until the carnivores murder the crows, doves & dodos for a re-defecational succulent meal.

Cover your virgin ears and try not to make the Chicago Demoncratic Convention of ’68 & ‘24
All of the bad guys and the followers of the leaders who're nothing more than Marx & Lennons
Come on over to the park, been a while, 56 years since I was 16 years old, playin’ little league
Freaks in a large group with a death wish to let strange brews mix up hot breath, #56 & done.

Not everyone born on Earth gets lucky enough to be 72 & still without a terminal disease sin
Mortal or original rules violated and there’s no penalty, no punishment for the naked skin
Halt or I’ll shoot, the thing is, they’ve given me back my .38 bullets & I’m loaded with lead
Powder keg and the pollution from what you & I refused to consume & recycle God’s dead.

Creator has the responsibility as the First Cause of these effects before us all, that’s Life
All you think, all you ever do and all you say, it’s your obligation to fool a husband’s wife
Thinking that she’s the only mother on Earth to reproduce genomes for the hazmat waste
Fission of all that’s become the fusion of artificial, plastic stones & rocks’ concrete paste.

Mirror up for the reflection, throw it in the water of the blue sea and just forget about it all
You know nothing, you believe that the improbable is the Truth, although impossible to fall
On top of the dirt of Earth you’ll stay for moments until the dissolution of all too human spit
Why, when & who are the parameters of your stupidity and ignorance, educate the bull s#it.

Punched in the back of the head when I was sleeping by the campfire, I woke up in a dream
Things themselves appear and disappear out of sight, it’s a never-never land of dad’s cream
High or low just like it’s always been since the Big Bang, a UFO visit & seeds planted at dawn
Thousands of years to travel back & forth from the original place in Space we were spawned.

Pronouns are sick but they’ll get better than they were yesterday, or maybe not, it depends
Pretenders filling up the empty Space and take all of the credit out of the plastic card Ends
Many more than a single one can be tabulated thrice, it takes all opinion to a hazmat dump
Enemies of my friends are mine also, contradict my friends words, it’s all about my hump.

Care for nothing more than every atom alive in time, even some that got annihilated before
Reincarnated the inner soul’s sanctum to let it all bleed out until you faded into the blackness
Some girls don’t care, some boys don’t, motherless children have been IV probed to the core
It’s everyone on Earth since we’re all descended from the same two of holy lore, it’s ludicrous.

Being too hip to be a star in the pantheon of headliners and supporting acts, I find nothing silly
Eating lunch, dinner and breakfast all by yourself isn’t so much fun anymore, I ain’t no hillbilly
Sons of the dogs who run the shows around the hills and fields of glory downloaded dark webs
Bums and junkies full of the cupcake filling for free, it’s a way to stay alive with Johnny’s Rebs.

Felt around in the dark for my car keys I dropped runnin’ down an endless hallway of two doors
Memory of Victory, a game I won because I could score at will, I knew it wasn’t all-star scores
The way to play was everything, offensive with the defensive moves, winning is easy to lose it
Everything, a whole shebang in a nutshell, far from the tree, hot H2O dirt, oh my phuquin’ God!

Remember why I’ve always wondered why I couldn’t see the light in the darkness, recall idiot
It wasn’t you and heaven knows it wasn’t the other way around, it wasn’t me that created s#it
Move the eaten life into the cess pool where the spent dreams flow to a dirty, rotten black sea
Without you and the H2O, it’s just the third rock from the sun, you can’t see the Truth not to be.

Forever or just a second from this point of view, infinity is grounded down here with my toes
Stuck in the mud, the blood & the beer of the Rockies or refreshing Great Lakes of many foes
If I was tougher than the rest, I could see above the bottom of the barrel, I saw the light’s key
In an unlocked position, opened/closed for good, for the bad & the MF ugly, but we’re FREE!

Coors or Bud or Schlitz in the Old Style cool river flow from the mountain top to the valley low
Wrote the dear John from my cell in prison, on the way to a Chair, Old Sparky awaits downlow
My parents died when I lied, they didn’t know they were the key to the extinction conventional
In chains of exquisite pain none feel in a dead corpse, stayin’ alive for the party, my pal Ai AL!

 

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, April XIXth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 222 AMPST

{ Kicked this trip in the Keester for Easter while loopin’ @TheEagles #AlreadyGone #VictorySong https://youtu.be/SoduRTF9J-o #NightyKnight }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

NIGHTYKNIGHT

TICKY TACKY TACOS #RidingDirtyDownASlipperySlope #JustTrippin' & #Blink182 #WARtheBAND #OJTrippinPigskins

  

TIMING (76 trombones) ON HALF-COCKED, RHYTHM & RHYME

**********************

Had a couple of close calls in the last few decades of shakin’ & rattlin’ the hit songs

At the final moment of consciousness’ confession, you wake up just in time, it bongs
A gong so loud that there’s no mistake it’s callin’ for your soul to come home to the Air
Nothing you can do, nobody to call for assistance, there’s no 911 or even a 411 to care.

Existence being an accident of confluence, asteroids and a plethora of galactic kinks
So small that it’s unobservable and too large to see a single sickle cell of blues & pinks
Soaked & wet as the day you stole oxygen, slapped in the arse to choke-up a mortal sin
Drowning underwater that literally came out of nowhere, Earth stopped the FOX spin.

Desisting the momentum of the perpetual motion, the only zero unmasks holy holies
Deep inside of the Golden Calf the micro-tool spirit pools wisdom & knowledge of G’s
Little g or Big G, a point is moot for certain, appearances are shapes of forms’ smoke
Wearing lenses to clarify 1 vision when you’re blind as a bat, Resistance’s futile joke.

Random recombination of human DNA, cesspool’s microcosm of a dream in a dream
Swear on a sack of sifted kits in the caboodle or whichever stack of a flowing stream
Movie made cinema, stage play acted live without camera, no warning sign of ships
No flags, no exploding ordinance leaving a puff of smoke to float into oblivion’s lips.

Humankind extinct without a whisper, a flick of the switch, unintended in holy finale
Broken mind and body of bones completely immersed in the fire and ice, not for sale
Golden silence transubstantiated from the heavy lead pencils that scribbled words
Vulgar or elegant linguistic expression all accepted; the Void prefers songs of birds.

Game is over, you tilted the machine’s balance of the bumper bounce, flipper timing
Drain the balls down the center of the plane, justice runs you in, stonewalls’ bumping
No more loving charity for everything that is alive with life, hope for the hopeless men
Good being the following the orders, commands of behavior to achieve being a human.

Laughing or crying for various reactions to fear, terror & happiness’ fulfillment, it’s life
All people on every continent on Earth live & die, def comedy stand up joking 2nd wife
Heavy pots Moke or none at all, cracks in the rainbow allow the breach, gone to satori
Higher agog than a wad of perfect neutrinos, still alive in a perfect swath of potpourri.

Punches thrown both left uppercut and right cross to catch a knockout punched chin
So pretty and elegant that it appears as a chimera that’s not real in the real world sin
Pinched in a portal of venial, original sins that have no forgiveness, kill a God on Earth
In repayment for your ignorance and lack of common sense, you’ll die & get to rebirth.

Atoms in flux, molecular suicide if mutation malfunctions the whole shebang matrix
You’ll be just fine without me, like you were before we met in your mind on an LSD trip
Sixteen to seventy-three, seventy-six trombones blow the notes of the score, a life flip
Fractions of One are all a part of the One although deficient in the essence, nine is Six.

One time when I was young I dreamed I’d be this old, as old as I am & still get around it
The terror and fear has nothing to do with me anymore, I eat ‘em for lunch & then I spit
Out of Timing on my last breath, one more blink after the 182, then caput, It is All done
Lines shrink into a dot-period and then it’s a faded spot disappearing, too late, so fun!

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, April 10^th  MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 311 PMPST

{ High or low consciousness’ stars line up sooner or later, get ready to go, don’t blink or it will be a close call, jammed this holy Word time while jammin’ to #CountryStrong @TraceAdkins #Ghits like #TimingIsEverything link @ https://youtu.be/0qxqjDYqkhI }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#DOPE #TimingIsEverything

TIMING (76) ON THE CLOCK, RHYTHM & RHYME

Had a couple of close calls in the last few decades of shakin’ & rattlin’ the hit songs
At the final moment of consciousness’ confession, you wake up just in time, it bongs
A gong so loud that there’s no mistake it’s callin’ for your soul to come home to the Air
Nothing you can do, nobody to call for assistance, there’s no 911 or even a 411 to care.

Existence being an accident of confluence, asteroids and a plethora of galactic kinks
So small that it’s unobservable and too large to see a single sickle cell of blues & pinks
Soaked & wet as the day you stole oxygen, slapped in the arse to choke-up a mortal sin
Drowning underwater that literally came out of nowhere, Earth stopped the FOX spin.

Desisting the momentum of the perpetual motion, the only zero unmasks holy holies
Deep inside of the Golden Calf the micro-tool spirit pools wisdom & knowledge of G’s
Little g or Big G, a point is moot for certain, appearances are shapes of forms’ smoke
Wearing lenses to clarify 1 vision when you’re blind as a bat, Resistance’s futile joke.

Random recombination of human DNA, cesspool’s microcosm of a dream in a dream
Swear on a sack of sifted kits in the caboodle or whichever stack of a flowing stream
Movie made cinema, stage play acted live without camera, no warning sign of ships
No flags, no exploding ordinance leaving a puff of smoke to float into oblivion’s lips.

Humankind extinct without a whisper, a flick of the switch, unintended in holy finale
Broken mind and body of bones completely immersed in the fire and ice, not for sale
Golden silence transubstantiated from the heavy lead pencils that scribbled words
Vulgar or elegant linguistic expression all accepted; the Void prefers songs of birds.

Game is over, you tilted the machine’s balance of the bumper bounce, flipper timing
Drain the balls down the center of the plane, justice runs you in, stonewalls’ bumping
No more loving charity for everything that is alive with life, hope for the hopeless men
Good being the following the orders, commands of behavior to achieve being a human.

Laughing or crying for various reactions to fear, terror & happiness’ fulfillment, it’s life
All people on every continent on Earth live & die, def comedy stand up joking 2nd wife
Heavy pots Moke or none at all, cracks in the rainbow allow the breach, gone to satori
Higher agog than a wad of perfect neutrinos, still alive in a perfect swath of potpourri.

 
Punches thrown both left uppercut and right cross to catch a knockout punched chin
So pretty and elegant that it appears as a chimera that’s not real in the real world sin
Pinched in a portal of venial, original sins that have no forgiveness, kill a God on Earth
In repayment for your ignorance and lack of common sense, you’ll die & get to rebirth.

Atoms in flux, molecular suicide if mutation malfunctions the whole shebang matrix
You’ll be just fine without me, like you were before we met in your mind on an LSD trip
Sixteen to seventy-three, seventy-six trombones blow the notes of the score, a life flip
Fractions of One are all a part of the One although deficient in the essence, nine is Six.

One time when I was young I dreamed I’d be this old, as old as I am & still get around it
The terror and fear has nothing to do with me anymore, I eat ‘em for lunch & then I spit
Out of Timing on my last breath, one more blink after the 182, then caput, It is All done
Lines shrink into a dot-period and then it’s a faded spot disappearing, too late, so fun!

by
r j j stephan, i 

c. Mercredi, April 10th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 311 PMPST

{ High or low consciousness’ stars line up sooner or later, get ready to go, don’t blink or it will be a close call, jammed this holy Word time while jammin’ to #CountryStrong @TraceAdkins #Ghits like #TimingIsEverything link @ https://youtu.be/0qxqjDYqkhI }
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