#WhereTheCountryGirls #GitMeThereFast #KidsGrowUP #RememberTheNoise?

SMELL GOOD & GEORGIA PEACHES

ssssssssss#HitMeWithYerTwentysssssssss

Seriously inside of an obvious mistake, I shouldn’t have been here this long, just kidding
Drop a pin on a map, several close calls & you’ll make me believe in 9 lives of Fritz the Cat
You know the gist of the intel without knowing, you’ll get blindsided with mud on your boots
None of it’s so pretty but it’s all you’ve got there, god son, at least you ain’t wasted toasts.

Wake up in the AM every day from the first day after graduation from high school, forty spins
Wide turns around the sun several times, knocked out in a coma full of sticky straight pins
Monkeys in charge of the bananas without my permission, prebirth & afterbirth it will be too
Hens and cocks pullin’ night watch in the crib, the smell good ain’t wastin’ my drone’s blue.

Gone out with the highly likely to be kissed because my face is cryin’ for the one, Georgia as
Or Mississippi, New Jersey, Washington or Califon I A, they even in Alabama & L.A. & Texas
Utah & Montana country girls in the Daisy Dukes can’t see orange hot pants from a Hooters
Shook up the rhythm & rhyme on a dime, a penny for your thoughts but it ain’t worth a dime.

Pi was all of 3.14 & everyone knew it, free style motion from the first shot in the darkness
Likely the answer must be exact, or you’ll miss the middle of the honey’s twenty, I confess
I have the radar & the sonar for the trick, no way the target ain’t gonna be in my crosshairs
Marksman or not, silent smoke filled the bullseye 50 for 50 with 1 M-16 arm, shots & beers.

Recollect the world you’ve been in, be present for a minute & be prepared to gape your lips
It was all a dream, every single moment, every day of every year, all the decades of hot hips
You know like I know other than the priests & nuns, everybody wants to get the busy thang
Obliteration one, it’s a chemical notion to proceed with species annihilation, Dracula fang.

Afterburners of the jet you call yourself need to be fired up soon, you’re airborne for good
Corpse of all too human to be left behind for ash or a dark dash in a roomless silver bullet
It ain’t a curse to die, it’s the deal for the coming & going of souls, you come & gotta fight
Sooner or later, accident or just organic failure to run the show, represent your highlights.

A five will get you ten on that bet, the odds are against you but if you win, you’ll be rich
If you lose, you’ll be like you were the day before your mother gave you up, son of a bitch
No honorable way to be on Earth, it’s a survival for the most fit that prepare for battles
Nothing you do can change the fact that punks will come out the woodwork for skittles.

My candy is mine, I ain’t sharia’ unless I get you to drop a pen on a map, we’ll kick it dead
Of mice and men movin’ the Earth until the final gasp of H-gas, lost face & all teeth rotted
Artist and philosopher of metaphysical astrophysics and the mentally ill cuckoo’s nest 20
Here and now, wherever I reach with this thought, I think, when I die, I won’t think it’s funny.

I won’t think at all once the brain’s synapses quit firing sparks of trans-cranial skull candy
Mark zeros and ones like that’s all you need to exceed the speed of Yankee doodle dandy
You got my twenty right now ‘cause you see my cell# on your screen, Alabama red all that
Gotta go out to a Red Barn to dance with some Daisy Dukes, it’s the cowboy boots & hat.

3 wishes since you’ve rubbed the Aladdin lamp and now the sky’s the limit, just press play
Hay can stay in the barn until tomorrow, I’ll slop the pigs then too, hot date with Daisy duke
My wheels are shinin’ and ready to roll, beepin’ my horn before I turned the corner, I’ll say it
So fine, I can’t believe my fortune as if God set me up with the dish, her pops had a hussy fit.

Good man that I am, I married the girl when she let me, ‘fore her dad killed me via shotgun
Seven months later a little drone came out to live eighteen years underfoot, y’all havin’ fun
I ran into you before; you can’t recall but you ran into my car & dented my door and fender
You owe me four grand, pay me now or we’ll settle it with you, hey, I’ll return you to sender.

Noise is louder than I remember, a buzz and full-blown hiss 24/7 except during an LP skip
Rockin’ loud might be what caused it with a malleus, incus & stapes, hammer-anvil-stirrup
I’m the end and beginning of the place in Space I’m takin’ up, it’s my 20 & incognito smoke
City girls eventually turn into country girls once they go to the show, I am fire, I’m the stoke.

Good ones & bad ones are in the eyes of the beholder, blind eyes see nothing clear, waste
By the scent and sound, there’s something to that kind of sensation you can’t see or taste
Use the world to understand why you came here & why you live & die for nothing ever seen
Halls echo with sounds attracting pretty birds who only want to be treated like a l’il queen.

Popcorn and lollypops for everyone, like them or not, you get some at this movie, justice
Your life and the ones you know and love as well as the ones you don’t, shootin’ the dice
You win some and lose some but when the dice are loaded, you can’t win a hot can of tin
Catchin’ the cheater ain’t easy if you’re stupid or an idiot, look at the eyes, a devil’s all in.

Smacked down in the middle or at the hind teat, puppies don’t know like the alpha dogs
Only you know and I know the end of the story, seen the others buried & burned out too
Left with nothing but the smoke & ash or the stench of what shat or formaldehyde flogs
Covering up the olfactory offense, the best you can do is avoid it, stay alive or turn blue.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c. Mercredi, 4-24-24 #DropAPenOnAMap 711 PMPST
{ Created while loopin’ #WhereThCountryGirlsAt @Luke_Bryan & @Trace_Adkins & @Pitbull link @ https://youtu.be/qBbTUw6dIpA?si=ZlpoNRQFm5AxP0VR }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

NIGHTYKNIGHT

GloryDaze WinkinYounggirlsEyes

JELLYBEAN GIUSEPPE BLUE

Fathers of the cultures since the origin of Time, a Big Bang in the Bog, Stone junk flow
It will be rude, I shall be rude, we all shall be rude, before the realization to take a bow
On or off of the stage, nothing matters & if it did matter then nothing would be My son
Something more than vacuum of a Void, hips shakin’ hula hoops in perpetual motion.

Judging the good and the ugly has nothing to do with the ends, you’ll bet there sooner
Or later as the case may be, it’s not for me to sympathize with the luck of a tiny boner
Your mother knew, your sister & your wives knew, extinction was a mortal’s original sin
Being and not being the One and the Many, number line from zero to infinity, I’m all in.

Pork is muscles of the pig, beef the muscles of the cattle & other food for thought trips
Down memory lane with or without you in my wed-dream, outside my mind’s eye grips
Over arrested attention that even overlords of the overlords can’t see beyond, the lace
Behind the skin and bone, empty, rational mind-bending consciousness of interface.

Hip to be a square or a triangular cubical with an infinite area, inside out of the matrix
Contents unknown yet listed in the glossary or the index, or was it the preface of kicks
They get harder to find, those kicks, a tickle of the nerve ends & dopamine squirt licks
Comin’ down when it’s time to sleep, battery drained like the pre-scat in the crocks.

Failure of the pinball to drain down the center allows the flippers to whip it so good
Hot runs the shoe until the ice takes control, atoms slow down to be ate, the food
Impeach this if you must, it’s articles of the bad and evil do-gooders who screech it
Liars lying about the whole Truth, nothing but It, just the nature of the damaged kin.

Pure and foul, it’s all about the beat, it’s the thump in rhythm, even in the rhyme tap
Apes see, they mock, they have no need to worry about Karma afterlife, no God slap
In the hairy faces, blissful ignorance of anything but fear & loathing of all others’ time
Fraud’s pure Truth, illusion of fun, games & pleasure terminates a last gasp, la Heim!

Five or six times every century, each of us dies and reincarnates into another form
If you are different, maybe this is your one & only time you get to be free of the Void
Putting the horse before the cart, you can’t see through the mirror, it’s reflected dust
Ground up rock that rolled so long, the atoms deflated into cosmic particles of rust.

H2O two gases, fished for life within its dense liquid fire, came from Hydrogen God
Star without any stripes to designate the states of extraordinary affairs after the flood
All of our grandmothers and grandfathers have died or are dying right now, deep freeze
Others tomorrow or another day in the not-so-distant future of Earth’s revolutionaries.

Blame the disaster on fate, just a random roll of the die on the craps table of existence
Tales turn into fables of time gone by for teaching the wild & innocent on street shuffles
Never to know but always to believe in the blind faith without proof, that Life is a dream
When eyes shut neon light out from enlightening a dark mind, hot-picked on an A-team.

Holy scat ending for the motion pictures your blind eyes see within & without highlights
Fear melts like the matter that spontaneously combusted in a black hole’s sonic brights
Piers to jump off of like the cliffs above the eroded star dirt, immersing a soul’s surreality
Bunched & dissolved within a brief moment in Space’s Time, ma & pa died to make me.

 

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, April XIVth MMXXIV @ 1111 AMPST
{ No Idiot, maybe a Moron, drafted this gem while jammin’ to @ChrisStapleton #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0yv2dItO2_c }

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