CAROL'S CHRISTMAS LEGACY IMMORTAL HOME #ApeSheetCity #PrizeOfTheEyesWideOpen @TheEaglesBand @MavisStaples #EVOLUTION

HANGIN' ON PAINTED, POODLE NAILS & PINK-GUMMED FALSE TEETH

It all changed in a NYC minute in the middle of the night when everybody was down & out rockin'

Fixed against preacher's loser coverage of life and behind the back stabs with points of molly dagger

Princes and queens move the far away place closer than you want it to be or not to be, in the kracken

Monkeys in paradise, eatin' the fruit falling from the trees, all eyes on the prize, recycle the seeds' sin.

Refugees and natives of the red, brown and black dirt from the #WhiteOut of the desert to the wet surf

Waves comin' in and out because of the wobble and spin of this crusted orb, assuming my dry dreams

Are true at least to me if not to the entire cosmos, Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter jackin' me up/down

All of it just because without any First Cause, it's an immaculate conception of the bytes and sundowns.

Royalty and slavery are two sides of the same coin, flipped and landed only one way, never on an edge

Either all gone and pretending to still be here and now or else, we're in the middle of what broke loose

An idea from the nucleus of the thing itself that has no mass, no matter and no energy, It's just the funk

You've got to give it up before too long, nobody can accommodate one's Self without a slammin' dunk.

Sweet homes full of the savory love and kisses moms and sisters give to lips and cheeks, xmas cheers

Nothing but yesterday to remember and all but my mind remains irretrievable to the minions' careers

Try as they might, none of the tiny creatures, both big mutants and miniature pewter wizards & dragons

Eyes of sapphire, ruby, jade, diamond and opal, the hard rocks of Earth's Big Bang, come on now sons!

Smart apes creating fantasies to repeat to the unborn as they fight for the air to breathe, against all odds

Fast lane on track beneath my boots, I stand in the footsteps of the grandest dads who left it all in hehl

Slow pokes get to the finish line late, but they normally never quit because a quitter NEVER wins It

Losers never win because they are unfinished business within their genome, DNA damage of a Styth.

 

There's a hold on your credit and your friends and allies have abandoned you to the powers that be It

On good or bad days, in the end they all turn ugly due to the nature of Earth's mass, stardusted schyt

For the sake of the innocent minions who depend totally on mothers and fathers of the god-sent grace

To or from rubber souls of godparents to bundles of cryin' bones, Adam & Eve put a fix on our face!

A step up and a couple backward to where you came from, above or below the wise, blind man' bluff

Christ's masses for the sheep and lamb to barbeque and dine with a toast of the vino grapes of blood

No wrath to beget from a holy of holies, inside the seplechure I am what I can never not be, in suburbs

Impressive, Big Bangs' ultrasound, a smell of God's good & dirty rain comin' down my Chicago curbs.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, Freezember 19th, 2020 Anno Domini

{  Released the #Kracken this AM drafted this while listenin' to @MavisStaples #HoldOn in a loop at youTube link @ https://youtu.be/SvMMGf1wrms}

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#GitJiggyWitIt #DoubleTimeLadiesAndGents #ChristmasOnHoldForPeace #FunkInAJar

FUNK FROM AFAR AND JUNK IN A JAR

Coloring books with crayons shaded rainbow, white to black, red, green noel-peace sign

Every little piece of the picture had some color, sometimes invisible to the oh not so fine

Beauty and the lack of the attractive genome, to procreate the species against Man's will

To be here forever in a form of mutated DNA in fully engaged on the accelerator downhill.

I've got a secret that everybody knows, a bigger fabrication of Truth than a divine Great Lie

To say that you get to be here longer than your living, loving 208 bones is a fool's way to die

Orphanage of the goddesses who progenated the beasts' numbers, one little girl scout cookie

Escaped before the dream ended & found eternity was never, neverland, oh say can you see?

Christmas and New Years just a way to complete the circular jerk of the planetary orbital path

Circling the ecliptic ad infinitum until the retro Big Bang, the Singularity is on the way, wrath

All that there is and all that will ever be has already been before and will be after you're gone

Miracle that you got a moment to rock and roll the Way, to see the reason why we rocked bone.

Holy and holly days between the other days, also as holy as the other, granted, just a blessed It

Monkeys, slugs, angels, demons saints, goddesses afoot putting the gold and skunk smoked Pot

To boil or to smoke until the remnants of the chemicals wade out into the human DNA, dip-chit

Into H2O's formula mix, a concoction unduplicated, a novel corona virus, a snowman's dry rot.

Church and the midnight mass to see if your girlfriends came to the late show, a Christ love fest

Thinkin' that the creator of the universe has the time to recreate the men and women of evil's best

Criteria for the judgement, a rational conclusion based on valid and consistent premises, & ouila!

It's all out in the open, the emperor exposed the naked truth, the way it had to be, a cool Coca cola.

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r j j  stephan, i

c. December 17th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 2359 hours #BirthdayCakeOfTwins'59

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NICE DREAMS! #FeelinLikeChristmasAgain #Wait2020DontGo

MC FATHERS OF MINE, GREAT-GRANDFATHERS' CLASS-A'S
Who!  Zygote to corpse, life & death rear godheads above & below a GI's bed of dry, wet dreams
Came for the party and received the shattered love of nobody other than me, myself, my schemes
Nothing comes of this after death, no soul to live on and be rewarded or punished for darker days
You and I were awake in the light and during the darkness we slept and dreamed it's just a phase.

Mercury to Pluto and beyond the microcosm we refer to as our star system, there's infinite grace
Blessing to be alive for a second, a minute, day, week, month, year, decade or century of my face
Lookin' in the mirror and watchin' the mutation of growth from boy to old man, before the creep
Of modus operondi & corpus dilecti, I soul search for a Happy Ending to this apple core, too deep?

On a drift boat goin' downstream to the sea of unknown things and absolutely nothing In and Out
It's not my choice but it is my destiny to move the thing itself, inside of my bones' form to Doubt
About the nature of this and that beast's relationship to Death, food we eat, our inedible corpse
Monsters drifting into the flow to steal the happiness from the cowboys and girls, savin' a horse.

New deal is the same old deal, confiscating property & possessions of all the free ladies & gents
Put into a huge cauldron of donations and burned into the meltdown of Gold for the camel tents
OIl underground of the sand dunes in the moonscape of Earth, it's the life blood of the animation
Burned to animate the thing itself, a myriad of form-shaped Time & Space, mortality's venial sin.

Puffing hard on the joints rolled from the trees and plants of the planet, heights known to few go
Up & away from a grounded foundation of assumptions, extinction-worthy schemes of cats flow
Pretending to bark and growl as a junkyard or champion dog breed should, waiting for a bone
To gnaw and lick as if it's fresh kill leftover from the Big Dog and the nasty beeotch females, so...

Songs, full of notes and words from another plane of communication with the other world's kid
All of the thoughts go in and out as they naturally do and in the End, silence is always what I did
Crying at first for no reason other than the shock of being out of the womb, begging for a scone
Just before the wonder is assuaged by the facts of life, One to One, we are all the One, it is done!

Bears, butterflies, bacteria and the virus that originates the pantheon of Reality, as we all know it
Those things merge with who we believe we are & we create Things, we shall all know It in a bit
As above, so below itself, the same thing embraced as an empty Void of rat leaves and ginsing tea
I am, you'll are & someday DNA forms won't be, no trace of a ghost, no return, dead n' gone, MC!

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r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, Freezember XVI, MMXX
{  Drafted to #Creepin' by @EricChurch link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/8OZhw-aQTP8 }

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PROGRAMMED TO GRADUATE & BID ADIEU #PutThatInYourPipeUndSmokeIt #TakeALittleNip @Nickelback #Luke @BillyJoel & @CarlosSantana seranade!

DEVILS' EGGS, ALL ALONE, TIME TO COME HOME

It's melodrama 'bout saying yo hey, lovin' every minute in Zanzibar with a 70 year old girl scout

Jersey girl cells of my home sweeter than 'bama sweet home, buzz below, above any holy doubt

Whatever you want, bees' knees etcetera, here on Earth, out of mom & pop, who're good cops

Stardusted stuff mixed into blood & bone, atoms of the itty bitty, hocus pocus, occult full stops.

Free is not what you'd think it should be because it's an illusion of the mind's fears of the dark

Rock stars strokin' gold diggin' hammers, nothing like a super groupie givin' it one good fight

It's not like you & I are the First Cause, the Prime Mover of the entire neon lit walk in the park

Formula of infrared waves & cosmic frequencies dispatched into the neck of ol' Dracule's byte.

In the mode of the poor men who pass the time on Earth without a clue regarding their futures

In Time and Space's winds of change, the thinking of the lean and mean machine I am, endures

It has a lot of zeroes for the final sum of everything, winds of Time and the Silver Bells ringin'

Trollin' 'round for the sake of humanity's function of cosmic slop, you're a fake The Thing, man!

First egg, then conception of the idea out of the massive, infinite Void, a constant oneness price

Nothing anyone you or I know can do anything at all about the Cause or the Effect of Supernova

Being informed of the state of Being not only a human being but also a holy spirit's piece of soul

In one piecebut just an infinitesimal piece of the puzzle, jigsaw & soduku with Jack Daniel's ice.

If you can stop & think about it before you have to resume your function as humanity's designed

Then you'll be able to follow the way down, middle of the Way, a Path from the get-go stop signs

Got thoroughly inebriated with devil's eggs of the foggy bottoms of 32 chromosomes' half a mile

Hairless monkeys, naked apes and zillions of supra and sub-species, smile, enjoy the ride, smile!

It's no big thing but it is your thing, not my thing but that's fine, that's OK, we all gotta eat & dine

For the sake of the Miraculous that happened the day we were conceived in our mama's way deep

Down in the land underneath the core of the center of Nothing, a Void, a Singularity monkey shine

Live concerts of men's women, banging First Light, silent speakers of voices, we're #woke asleep!

Stilettos and the flintlocks moved the pirates and popes into the treasure protection mode, far out

Away from the eyes and ears of the mentally challenged without the ability to reason about doubt

To know anything is impossible, saying the word doesn't make it so, reality's a search mission now

In the holiness of the Space outside this Earth, Nothing other then the emptiness & silent 66 route.

Whistling in the darkness, I hear the melody of the honeymooners goin' in one ear and out the other

Got a minute or three left before the final destination is absorbed into the infinite's crematorium fir

Smoke from explosions of atomic fodder, my kin, enemies & friends, all alive to be killers of liberty

Ended the future of this orbital nucleus of you, me and mine, all of us have a need to Try It for free!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, Freezember 15th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 0300 hours PST

{  Too rude to bother anyone with pain & suffering, wanton soul, I want all of the house's pain for myself, drafted this to a @Billy_Joel concert (1978) link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/QzGhUcko4WI }

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Dimanche in any language is Sunday in English! @JetLi @Nickelback & @ELVIS #RockPicksOfMeMyselfAndEye #Merry Christmas

MONKEYS SEE WHAT MONKEYS DO, JUDGE MONKEY BUSINESS OF BANANAS

Puns and twisted words of phrases and diatribes of the Good, the Bad and the Ugly are funny

Monkeys and slugs from the place occupied before we were here and after we're all gone, sonny

My dreams and the thing itself I know as Reality are actually One and the Same to divinity's face

All too human, I think therefore I am, from the alpha and onto the omega, it's all Time in Space.

 

Exact estimates and approximate singularities amassed en masse for the princes, idiots & paupers

All the ones who learn how to pretend forever is in the purview of meaningful, fake flying saucers

Punks & intellectual, devout young & old, men & women, few and far between coconut macaroons

Of granite stones & fish food in Davy Jones' locker, conjured spells to virgins' sons of alien goons.

Things themselves happen with or without direct intent, dynamic sled to slide from the ups & downs

Emotional and physical remedies for the extinction of the species have all become the circus clowns

Makin' fun of the absurd and tickling the fancy of the absurd and pretending to be happy or sad, at One

No more than five or seven feet from the age of reason to the last rights that scare your soul to the sun.

Like it or not, it is what it is and there's Nothing anyone can do to alter the course of the Space's Time

24 hours an illusion of the spin to you and I but the glasses full of wine down my hatch, make it rhyme

As if I care about the misunderstood and the comprehended, it's all a humanitarian being compassionate

To the friends, enemies and strangers yet to meet, Love out of my heart to the function of my last date!

Tonight or tomorrow, right now or much later in a few decades, it's all gonna be the way it's gonna be

Tautological argument for the unknown will suffice for the comprehensive awareness that God's dead

Didn't want to die, I was just a co-pilot unfamiliar with controls of a solo flight to heaven's blue sea

Ne'er too late for cool cover of the shade tree next to the pond in the park, you're a flower, I'm the bee.

Never to die on a sunny day on Earth, always on a rainy day when the sky's crying the blurry balloons

Tears fallin' down to the ground to spread the unhappy fear of the unknown to the minions of maroons

Just a fluke for the orphans and blue bloods, switching the identity of the genetic code from XY xo XO

Best way to get from one point to another is a straight line of Cajuns, Louisiana's complicated, ass-hoe.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche 13th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 1705 hours PST

{  Drafted this before watching some #Bloodsuckin #MartialArts with @JetLi on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3aLiOO3-MSw }

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