WORK TO DO, YOU’RE NOT IN YET *
Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, December 12, 2018
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Jingling the bells helps some people once every year, you and I are in this dream together
Never to see the sunlight of the Earth’s dark side, even in the fear of some aberration’s fear
I am and no doubt you are One and the same person we were the day we got our DNA face
Therefore, if there’s any above or below this planetary mass of matter, it is all, Empty Space.
There is no need to have blind faith in the words of this stranger you’ll never see, God’s ‘boy’
Just read the commentary of the cosmonauts and astronauts who gave accounts of the Void
This is the play of the stars, you know it and I know it, Hollywood and pharynx’ #BigPharma
Prime color back in black until the whiteout causes extinction, regeneration “AGAIN”, mama!
Perfect, just as close to nothing at all as you can get, chain of fools, you’re jugulars are bitten
That thing itself is the mirror to stare at and comprehend that the Truth, the Reality’s illusion
Fight for the right to party and to wage #War on or off of the turnpikey freeways of olden ho’s
Man, oh man, oh man, we’re so lucky to wear the chains attached to our ankles’ rubber souls.
Cracked, broken, shredded, de-animated meat on the spittle or in the skittle, it is what food is
If you don’t eat and drink you starve and thirst to death, you don’t have to believe me to see
Obviously from day one, year one, survival of the fittest was always a natural law, Earth jazz
Flesh Itself, it’s lying to me, you & all in the know, we ain’t gonna just die! There’s afterlife?
Emotions just electronic transmission of the breath you breathe in and out of your hidden fur
Lungs, organs of two hundred and eight bones and an invisible soul of existential electronics
Meaning no more than the sound you hear when you’re 93 million miles or more away, yo sir
No word, no sound, no sight, taste, smell or touch, nothing but Void, colorless, guitar licks.
Grab the mike, grab the axes, tune the organ and horns to the back-beat, stage of black colors
From Origins through the intermission to the finale, potheads moving partners in high crime
Drinkin’ or smokin’ direct-contact with the air to breathe, sweetened leaves of outdoors odors
Wordless, slipped a Mickey and became the #ConscienceOfTheNation #RockStars sublime!
In and out of the danger zones of this realm from north to south pole and all around a globe
Not that you know it’s a globe but you’ve been persuaded by logic, reason’s sinners singin’
Ones who teach because they can’t leave the children alone to the computers, they’ll revolt
I love y’all and I wish y’all a Merry Christmas and no Silent Night, Jingle Bells are ringin’!
by
r j j stephan, i { *#HEADER is THE ROLLING STONES lead singer, #WhatsHisName @SirMichaelPhilipJagger c. }
c. FREEZEMBER TWELFTH, 2018 A.D. @ 10:30 AM - #FirstOvernight
{ blown through my mind this AM while listenin’ to a cornucopia of Christmas jivin’ jams but I will not see a #WhiteChristmas, it will be like #Hawaii in #NorthernCalifornia & listenin’ to the link TheDrifters & company @ https://youtu.be/GfZPtkqXQIA }
W.W.A.R.D.?
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