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COLCOCK JONES & PORCH HONKY
Out of the freezing cold force of nothing at all, far away from stars and any sunlight ill harm
Nothing sinister in being the food of the aliens traveling around this solar system idiot farm
You do not need intelligence to be eaten by the creation from another star system, no brainer
Just have to taste good when you’re fried, boiled, cooked or eaten raw to the bone, liontamer.
What is Evil is Live backward and forward means the same thing, after life, death is the goal
Historically psychological filters leave you and I with nothing but our fear of starvation’s toll
When we can’t kill and gather in herds and plantations, we become extinct with no suspender
On the stage, on the dirty planets of the solar system, grounded beings in gravity’s 6 ft under.
In duos, trios or quartets, families move away from the ones who move solo, ne’er do-wells
Like me and you and millions of others, we’re all gonna die either rich or poor in fame hehls
Where you get pretenders pretending and then disappearing as if they were never here, OMG
Introduced to the brightness after 9 months of darkness and living in my mama’s bowels’ GI.
Liberty or indenturism will come to all of us, a day at a time or maybe never, raw, no regrets
When you are a dependent you know that your master has food and means to freedom fights
One day at a time, same routine every day, wake up, skin a polecat, walk a dog, shoot targets
Rifle and .45 inherited from my Grandma Josie, RIP my G, it fails to gets me outta fist fights.
Broken down cars all along the country roads from the top of the hill, up in the valley’s gully
Lived to work and make the jack to trade for the firewater and dirty dog, fire pitted barbecue
All my neighbors came and they all left, happier than they were the day they’re born googoo!
Who wrote the historical records that you’ve read during your enculturation, ain’t got shyte
Friends get some of moonshine in a jug that makes you take your clothes off to skinny-dip it
Blown around and erased memory without recollection, without power to retrieve it, dead air
Backwoods draw me to get back to the dirty black ground, dead trees and invisible long hair.
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r j j stephan, i
c. ROCKTOBER 20th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:11 AM PST
{ waitin’ for the #TROUBLE comin’ from the north, south, east and west, what the hehl, listenin’ to some Kenny Chesney #LongLeggedModels #IslandGirls #Pirates on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0-0iZlQVz4o }
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