#MyMaria #GiftedGold #StolenSilver #BabyLikesToRockIT #BoogieWoogieChooChoo @TheTractors @GretchenWilson @MontgomeryGentry #BlahBlahBlah #DontEvenGive-a-RIP #RIPmadden #CheckYaOnTheFlipSideBrother #LetsGoBrandon

CRITICAL RACE & ROCK HARD PATIENTS' KOOLAID, FAIL MUCH?

Let's go Brandon simplicity between eyes & ears, center of your jacked up forces in easy fixes

Because the fix is in, just because you think you're so pretty and smart doesn't mean anything

When #TheGoing gets tough, the #Tough get going, it's a matter of time before humanity's XO

Multiplication of the division won't allow any additions or substractions from the status' quo.

Mercy for the poor and weak until the Trojan Horse enters the castle's entry, a twilight slop

Monkeys don't care much for change until the food and shelter is removed from a cage, son

Daughters don't like it uncomfortable, unfunded police dept will fund welfare bumb junkers

Good ground beef goes to waste if it's not a hamburger or a sloppy joe, house the homers!

It's Time to get closer to the reason why you should sleep with one eye open, safe Space kin

You need to express and protect yourself from the bad guys that the Cisco Kid hasn't beaten

No Lone Ranger, Wild Bill Hickock, Bat Masterson, Roy Rogers, Dale Evans or any Clarabell

"I know nothing!" no more than Sgt Schultz of Hogan's Heroes, no reference?  Look it up, Hell!

Pork and beans, beans and pork from beginning to the bittersweet end, a miraculous dish

Imagine you and the music, alone inside of the empty quadrant of Space called, in Vitro sin

Naturally, what's difficult is the point, if it was easy it might be worth the journey, so perish

All, with no exceptions, before & after our own births, will decay to goldust, gravity's origin.

A play of cops and robbers in perpetuity, check before & after play on Calgary Hill in '0' A.D.

You & your mother conceived you in a blink, a monkey is dreaming that y'all are alive for me

Pumpin' up the air in the balls is all you must do before you kick, hit or throw it away to hell

Crazy world you've made, just shut up and do what you're told, move along, nothing to see.

Forever or for a minute, either way the money and the gold is in the safe, there is a combo

Nobody left the Truth for the ignorant to find here, there or anywhere else, it's Gadam's fall

Form of that matter is a mere shape of things to come, nothing and something is in the flow

Crisis' DOOM, Phd's imbecilic, half-witted, mother'd up children, grown up too bad to bawl!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  FREEZEMBER XXIXth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 9:11 AMPST #BlahBlahBlah #BlahBlahBlah

{  Dressed out while listenin' to #BabyLikesToRockIt #BoogieWoogieChooChooTrain on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/vqSOiawh0vI }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TriedToFindTheLongTimeComin' #TwoStiffsAndACorpseWalkIntoABar . . . #Chief & #Miranda #LittleRichardo

<3FRESH WORD<3

Two Clever Uncles Skating to the Beat

A Short Story

by Rico Shea Stephano

Simon Lennon looked at the bloody Airplane in his hands and felt puzzled. He walked over to the window and reflected on his Mob Rule surroundings. He had always loved Ghostown Hangtown with its helpful, homeless Hanging Man Storefront. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel puzzled.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Rico Trotski. Rico was a Trustworthy fairy with tall lungs and short teeth.

Simon gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a Brave, Suave, WHISKEY drinker with blond lungs and husky teeth. His friends saw him as a gigantic, gentle gnome. Once, he had even rescued a bad COVid19 virus from a burning building. But not even a Brave person who had once rescued a bad COVid19 virus from a burning building, was prepared for what Rico had in store today.

The blizzard teased like flying pigs, making Simon jumpy.

As Simon stepped outside and Rico came closer, he could see the gentle glint in her eye.

"Look Simon," growled Rico, with a Trained glare that reminded Simon of Trustworthy cows. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want Internet access. You owe me 9643 pesos."

Simon looked back, even more jumpy and still fingering the bloody Airplane.

"Rico, meet at Starbucks Coffee House," he replied.

They looked at each other with relaxed feelings, like two homeless, homely hogs jumping at a very virtuous funeral, which had ROCK music playing in the background and two clever uncles skating to the beat. Simon regarded Rico's tall lungs and short teeth. "I don't have the funds ..." he lied.

Rico glared. "Do you want me to shove that bloody Airplane where the sun don't shine?"

Simon promptly remembered his Brave and Suave values. "Actually, I do have the funds," he admitted. He reached into his pockets. "Here's what I owe you." Rico looked worried, her wallet blushing like a rough, relieved Racecar. Then Rico came inside for a nice glass of WHISKEY.

THE END🏁👌 { #FreshWordGeneration } copyright December 2021

#CheapSeatsBehindAPOLE #Cher #GregAllman #SteveWinwood #ShotgunBetty #BubbaSparx #AlexanderKing

MUCH MORE COWBELL FOR ME & MY KIN, TROJAN DEAD HORSES, YOYO!

Congames take a lot of time to perfect so you can scam & escape without detection

Board of Directors have their Boss, no identity or location in Space and Time, it's a sin

Yet, the inexplicable is reality, on a burned out ball of dirty star stuff, a petri dish sun

A star's acid recombinant forms of life and it's inevitable ending, pray it don't happen.

Open the ears & eyes, of course it's too far to smell, taste or touch, God's a joker, son

It's you that's not in on the joke, you are indeed one of the jokers, there are too many

The revolution around the elliptical, gravitational collapses of Time warped Singularity

Get ready to see the naked Truth for what it is, wo-men who want to foul up The One.

Zoom to the end of the line, it's a finite, thin One that can't stop moving in cosmic love

Compassion for our sworn enemies, they wanna do their wills' bidding, below or above

Angels or red, white and blue devils or the matrix of their universe, can't make this up

What happens in 2051 when I'm 100 years old that year, 30 years from now in stirrups.

Common ground above the stratosphere and at the middle of Earth's core, molton lava

Hot liquid rock rollin' down from volcanoes to the sea, up river, up country mocha java

We all read about it, that we need or want it, give me some water without poison ink

Forms from virus, bacteria and the conglomeration of shapes, creation's accident stink.

Idiots mocking the morons and vice versa, ad infinitum without a schism in Time's lines

The calculus is clearly a function of the genome, imagine a stick & ball construct of God

A holy punk who hung out on the corner full of orphans from the orphanage's enzymes

Some girl, some woman, some sister, mother or daughter didn't know, bleedin' blood.

No joke without a punch line to laugh at or at least appreciate the humorous half backs

Who catch & run with their balls in hand, don't bounce straight up or down under sacks

Sad but true, we're all gonna die, depressed or happy as a lark, matter & energy voided

Collapsing an expansion of atomic nucleii, eyes wide open in the tower of Ho, Undead.

Punks & thugs populate One's genome of orphans, motherless children, girls' uptown

A sharknado will twirl around 'til the graves shovelled dirt on jaws full, it's goin' down

I lost my smell, lost my bad taste and I can't feel anything because my skin's frozen so

It's 32 degrees & I'm as cold as the ground of a red dirt road, frostbitten as my toe, Joe!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  FREEZEMBER XXVIIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST #MardiFat!

{ Die, live a day or 300,000 nights on Earth, it's the same old song it used to be, jammed this out listenin' to #MoreCowbell & @SteveWinwood #Valerie in a loop @ https://youtu.be/cbKNICg-REA }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NewYearDay @U2 #MedicineMan @Keb'Mo #ForLandSakes #HolyJake

VIRGIN BORE ME IN HOLY OUTERSPACE, WINGED ANGEL SEX GOT SPENT, KEEP THE CHANGE

Continued past the function of indoctrination and post secondary desegregation in sin

There's nothing left in the middle but the punks from the neglected ilk of dysfunction

Pumped up gas into fools who speak pig latin, ou-yay now-kay hat-way I ean-may, eh?

Why you always on your period?  Then suddenly it's beyond War, crazy fools & dogs.

Spice out of reach, dry dust devil's dead roots created The End, Supernova fired buds

Brought in from the random hemispheres to the equator on Pacific Oceans and Isles

Real world won't stop hasseling you and me until the force within breaks free of tiles

Matter and its forms of It are all there is, on a UFO or in a casket like all Elmer Fudds.

If & only if you believe in magic will this assist this #Fix-Is-In clown show, all's dead

Screwed on though a virus & amended a DNA code, The Fittest overunnin' all scared

Old & in the way as if the young could handle the survival of the civilization all alone

Logic & reason are not only required to be known but also to be used by every clone.

Know something unknown by anyone else & it will remain unknown, owned the 'x'

Figure it out and keep it quiet in here & out there, not everybody needs to know It

Secret out in the open for anyone to read, see and comprehend, got a million 'likes'

Killed the free speech behind clenched teeth & a sucking sound, gonna break dykes.

It's obvious that you want to peel off your loose skin, to beat the drum of a Tom-Tom

Form of gods, form of all too human duality, half angel, my dad, half woman, my mom

Don't shoot the messenger man, get to know the Truth a bit better & elevate rockstone

Greased to slide back & forth, to & fro, lasts longer without friction, a conceptual bone.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  FREEZEMBER XXVIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 3:33 PMPST

{ #TwoForOneDay jammed while bein' programmed by UFO's & listenin' to #MedicineMan @Keb'Mo link @ https://youtu.be/MfNpa372t-Y }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GotNoDejaVous #BeingInTimeOnenessInMultiplicity & #NeverNeverland #HereTodayGoneTomorrow #NoOffense #Paradox #DieAlive #HighHopes @Springsteen @David_Gilmore

HAPPY EASTER ALA ISLE TO 7TH ZEN-SONS, EVE'S ADAM'S NO FUN

It's a tradition passed on from the campfires that burnt the wild weed seeds to flirt

Fell out of the black and blue to be buried into the red, white & the Blues sand & dirt

Justifying dancing when there's no party, no partner but there's a beat about a hole

Surrendering to ONE, a wholeness of the oceanic motion, stirred well an empty soul.

Over the rainbow isn't as far as you might think, it's a refraction of sunlight as you see

Pattern of discovering that there's more to reality than meets a 3rd eye's portal entry

I might die tonight but if you lie to me, I'll never know the facts, factoid life of a feed

The attention which is fluid, on a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being most fluid, I am a 1/2 breed.

1/2 bred attention to the reality before us all forces my hand to discriminate vs fools

Although it's no fault of any fool that they falsely reason to inevitable, conclusive rules

Commanding deity of this here & that there leading edge of a cube's incomprehensable buzz

Mundane Monday, it just can't be trusted, fine wave-infused in pecky cedar's fine gold dust.

You get me straight and you got me, from that point on to infinity, frets shred, jams finalized

Babysitters moved on from the easy gig from God to the dirty rocks, commandments all dead

Doing to others as you would have them do to you, main ingredient of peace on Earth, no war

One thing more than than that miniscule point on  dimensional matrix, Time like ne'er before.

Immersion within the complex acid combination, thought arises to self-examination of eyelids

At the core, in the center of the whole shebang, death stops the multiplication of productives

Regardless of your or my respect for the living and the dead, there are no shortcuts to the End

It's a finale without an encore, all's complete, you're all alone with me, I'm good, return-send.

Over & under, above & below, either or both as it is, I'm the first choice to shoot a shorty film

At eleven or seven with or without the camera roll, matter and energy sugar, atom bondo rim

Monkified humanity, all too human, still on the journey from ignorance to enlightened T-bone

Mesmerized in dreams of being too human, a regiment of monkeys site-seeing, GI Joe blown.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  FREEZEMBER XXVIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini, Lundi @ 808 AMPST

{ Conscious of death's end of life, #Scratch led to the instant/constant awareness of The Fact of Life, jammed on @CurtisMayfield #BackToTheWorld on a youTube loop @ https://youtu.be/kvkBtKi9VIc }

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

#WinkAndANod #ItJustAintFair @HEARTband @KeanuReeves @SmokeyRobinson @DarylsHouse #IdEnvyMeEgoIsFree #LoneStar_band #DontRockHard @Keb'Mo @LonestarBand #COSMICosmos #JoesGarage #ZappaFrankie #ACDC #RockinTilDawn #BobDylan #RobertZimmerman #JenLopez

CATHOLIC FLY-GIRLS & IN DEPTH PSYCHOLOCO BABBLERS

Cat-lick boys in a mental & physical state of being recently conceived in the past two point two hours

Urgently attempting to decide to remain viable or to annhilate the essence of one's orgiastic splendors

Got news for all who follow bouncing balls, timing is everything and the only thing that kill's the son

Daughters of the Evil Eye, both above & below this planet's dirty ball of rock & roll haze, in a union.

Not a teamster nor a public employee, gathered are the throngs of unaborted, unwanted grown up kids

They wait for the handouts rather than striving for excellence, it's never their fault, they got fornicated

Divine parental guidance in learned behavioral principles of ethical morality is defunct, nihilistic cud

Yet I'm layin' this down on the line for those about to rock or those who mourn the facts of life's studs.

In the two by fours and the roofing shingles covering the plywood, this home, this house is the One's

I have nothing and it's all there is, to be or not to be isn't the only question comin' out of the cinnabuns

It's the categorical imperative on steroids, the entry into the Singularitys' Black Hole, a dynamohums

First Cause's gravitational collapse to the inevitable neutrino-exploding implosion, it's junkys & bums.

These ne'er-do-wells have the audacity to ask for and wait for handouts before they beg to be busted

By the enforcement of vagrancy laws and efficient incarceration of the bums and junkies, crime's caput

Now then, let all of the bad guys who are in jail get loose, back out on the streets of the cities, bums

Remember that only a junky and a bum knows what it is all about, live or die, angels in city's slums.

Devils are alive in the mind of the merry men and women who celebrate death of God, annually Man

Reminding of the memory that can't be forgotten by the DNA code, it's out of human hands, no joke

Although it's a peculiar state of affairs to be alive and know you're gonna die someday like an egg yoke

It doesn't matter that you know it, you can't control Timing although the timing is indeed, everything!

Now then, the war ends in the peace that leads to the inevitable immoral and unethical flee from One

Separate from the mass of bacteria-like infections of the petri dish of this solar system, of this sun, son

All you know is that you don't know anything other than you got lucky to think that you are more now

Conclusion deduced is Truth, Justice is a ham sandwich's One-lipped kiss, put two together & blow.

There's no Humpty Dumpty fallin' off any real Berlin Wall or Wall of China, not even off Wall Street

Simple to complex is way too much for me in 2021 but in a week, 2022 and I have got news for you

Think like a type of ape-like creature who has no idea what happens to bodies other than stink, stank

They get buried like all of the thinking and unconscious do, underground, underwater and under Me.

Bloody wine from water is a transubstantiation of molecular structure but bread muting into godust

Please forgive my original sin that morphed into a mortal and venial one, I'm sorry man!  It's a must.

What I meant to imply is Nothing is all there is, due to the nature of the Earth beast, I'm gonna die too

No choice although if I could be God, well then, I'd reconsider the reconoiter of the plantary Foo Foo.

Bums, only because their birth was an error in human judgement, no product of survival or the fittest

Jungles full of cement and rocks that rolled out of place, into a corner, on a pedastel of a phuckphest

Ma and Pa watch from above or below, laugh and smile about that conceptual analysis of the chatter

Catholic girls did what they had to, we all got here somehow, it's a deja vous, Invention of Mothers!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  FREEZEMBER XXVIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 711 Ante-Meridien, PST

{ Drafted in the #DeepEnd in spite of my self, invisible as usual when the year winds down to the imaginary close of Falling down into Winter for a few months, as I jammed unto oblivion listenin' to @FrankZappa #CatholicGirls & HITS @ https://youtu.be/5fdcDN4LbYQ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO THOSE WHO KNOW before #BloodySunday #PeaceBaby #MicroAggression #NiceAndNaughtyToBoot

PHANTASM COMING ON SHOCKED JOCKS & SANTA's BAMBINO POPES, MCTA

Babies born to women from all seven continents, they live and die without knowing why they die

Can't even figure out the reason why they're alive in the first place, someone dropped a dime too

On all of us and then left us out to hang & drip dry, it's the thing itself that's the nature of air raids

Monkeys to viruses as men are to bacteria, all species must own their nature, eat apes, get AIDS.

Fanatics moving first and then slowing down to return to a resting state, unmoved mover on high

Mining the gold and silver, turning it to lead and lickity-split quick, too close to the sun, gonna fry

Hot or cold, in the end, there's nothing to see without eyes, to smell without a nose, to be, to see

Amorphous and invisible to the naked eyes, a glob of everything's essence is the nature of the free.

Apples in a garden, water inside a cactus in a desert, everything else is ahistorical, I made it all up

From the innocent boy-mind, a rascal & an idiot mated with the queen bees of the hive, full stop

Apes stinkin' up the joint, cleanin' the oven's grease and grounded grime, clear & present danger

Perfection predicted by the blown horns and beaten sheepskin, rocked & rolled out the manger.

Morality is only active while activated mortality moves the blood and bones around in a circle

Power within and without the matrix, pushing and pulling the atomic stuff like a tiddly winkle

Focus in and branch out of the place where you're at, where you've been and where you all fell

Working and playing until you can contemplate a universal supernaturality, wearing hell's bell.

That would be the day I die in the middle of stating a sentence, the premise for a logical conclusion

Supported by the sensations that only a blind and deaf Man could feel, he's not happy being a half

Part man, part woman, like his father and mother before him, ad infinitum in retrograde, my Suns

Those are ALL stars between the empty space between your ears & in the matrix Void's godsons.

You think you are alive, therefore you're alive?  Come on man, you're livin' in a dream world, as a cow

That was my father on Earth telling me about a mythical father in Heaven, which is not here or now

Final feed from the monkey shines called historical record, it's illiterate and illogical, so irrational

Apes know it all, men know that Nothing is as important as a heartbeat before the last gasp, eh pal?

Begin with a virgin birth that is physically impossible, except for a saga regarding fictional gods

Angels & Devils, Slegna & Slived in an imperfect world caused by a big bang & expansion pods

Forward from point A to point B or backward in reverse of the First Cause, yields 4 P2 O5 too

A miracle of the mixture, the menudo is a staple for the origin's First Move, One's inorganic spew.

Misery's merely the lack of Happiness, pleasure & pain drive the thing itself to live & die in Santa Fe

Or Chicago, Detroit, New York, Miami, New Orleans, Houston we have a problem up here y'all

It's nothing you can see or hear or taste, smell or touch but it's right there, right now, always to be

Man, woman, child, dog, cat, snake, insect, bacteria or virus, anything grounded into a dust ball.

Mammoth rocks rolling around a burning ball of hydrogen and helium, in perpetual motion's lock

To go around in an elliptcal circle, two things in one, so to speak, as above, so below, it is to mock

Your mortal mind, mortal body, mortal soul are all you have here man!  Awareness of your Selves

Many muskateers ready for the battle at hand, they came for Jesus, it's done, Merry Xmas, the elves!

M C T A = #MerryChristmasToAll

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  FREEZEMBER XXVth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 6:66 AMpst

{ Drafted listenin' to @U2 #BloodySunday link @ https://youtu.be/LQZLPV6xcHI wondering if Jesus, Mary & Joseph were myths of the #ThreeWiseMen... #SeeFearSayNoEvil #LIVEitsSaturdayNight! }

#TookResponsiblityForCreationOfInferiorBonesOnEarth #BornToRunWild #AnInfiniteShuffleOfEasyStreet #MortalSinsSavedMankindKilledGodsSon

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BloodySunday

#MarryYourChrist #MerryChristmas #JustSayin' #WrapItUp #ReadMyLips #SilentKnight

MIGHTY GODS BECAME ROCK HEARTED MASTER MINDS IN DEEP SPACE

Alligators swarmin' near the swamp's new splash of fresh meat droppin' to the bends' depth

No way to feel inside when this heart feels the underwater pressure attempting the red crush

It attracts the hungry sharks who await the fortune of the mighty, wonderful down below us

Davey Jones may not have been a pirate or any swashbuckler's moll but a Grinch made a fuss.

Got all mean with the creation due to breaking mortal kill rules, a law, One DNA programing

Stink and stank in the middle of the stunk, not a skunk but whatever... the RNA's mutating

A ham sandwich which is all that Justice is, according to the Aristotelan scholars of A-Holes

Inside or outside of the C minus ends, the brains & minds display quicksilver & gold souls.

Punks movin' right along as they've learned to do from despicable orphans of one's gene pool

It's not their faults that their ability to mestasticize is above & beyond a knotted miracle fool

Glory is nothing to do with being a dead hero or villain or even an innocent zygotic, toy sphinx

Feel no abortion remorse for Past or Future, all too humane species' program's to be extinct.

Where's your mama, your papa, any kin uplinked or downloaded?  All are One, same as Us all

Rode in open sleighs & in firebird sleds that crashed through the snow, with or without balls

Snow or ornaments as round as the sun and moon and stars above, where ghosts give it up

St. Nick, Santa, Kris Kringle in ashes & dust of the cosmos, uplifting a Savior to save us, RIP!

Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer just came & went as he pleased until Santa needed a hot ride

To town on the freeway or the backroads, we got there before and we will again, run, run, run

Let's go baby, wait here, I'll be back in a few, here's some oats and a hobo to watch o'er you

Dream will end, we're assuming it's inevitable for body & soul, enjoy the ride out of the Blue!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  FREEZEMBER XXIVth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 6:66 AMCST Vendredi with a #FireInTheInfiniteLoopHole link @ https://youtu.be/siZ-oI95rlM }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

   

#FieldArtillery #CassonsGoRollinAlong #LetsRoll #HEROES @JonnyLang @WhitneyHouston @DavidBowie

TIMING'S EVERYTHING, FUNK FORMS THE EARTH FORCES, SPACE SHATTERS

Mitigate your mothers during your fathers' intercourse and flesh beats, to be a denominator

Underneath the soil and burned out solar TNT, we're still here or at least we're at the door

Ready to open or to keep it sealed up closed until the ends come without warning, The End

Not a baby's game or a child's playtime but a death of your life I'm nitpicking, return & send.

Grandmama always told me the same thing, "Monkeys see, monkeys do!"  well I just knew it all

Nothing is what it turned out to be, I knew Nothing at all about the causes and effects of the fall

Fumbling footballs, dropping flies and touchdown passes, missing the goal, the net, the hoopla

Downed and off-line, the spirit's drunk on the pollution standard of DNA, humanity's Delta-9 ska.

Bunch of the scat that comes right back to you as you turn around to walk away, it's deep in blue

Turnin' purple and black as all the things themselves do when runnin' out of the psycho-verve hue

A thing itself, a conglomeration of glue-ons form a union of 208 bones, a myriad of configurations

Ten commands to follow to be One with this universe, don't do this don't do that, all One, Man.

Panties were in a bunch, I can't lie about that, can't keep 'em out of my baby's groove, all is done

Gifts for the days of birth, yours and God's were unexpected pregnancies of the matrix, I am 71

Decades of decadence and defiling the innocent and wild-eyed who shuffle on boardwalks' bones

My field artillery is armed and ready for action, gunpowder is the chemical of the Big Bang's fun.

None of us were at the origin's explosion, probably none will be at the finale of the apocolypsing

Right where you were before your folks conceived your being in the womb of darkness, holy God

All you need to know is you're here and you're gonna die, no reason other than luck of a drawing

Cherry wine for all, on the farm it's all apples & cherries for the pies high in the sky, off Cape Cod.

Apemen and their progeny given to the daughters of EVE's ADAM, shinin' light on the monkeys

Darlings of the hairless, exposed skin color to separate the chaff from the champion wheaties

Blank minds in the darkness' nighttime, everybody's identical until the morning's dawn of light

New York to Peking to Moscow to Paris and London, common ground is all in heaven, God might.

Invisible like your spirit-soul, atone alone, creative creator of Space's dimensional Time's inlines

It has no movement, it's unmoved & in a stasis of function, unliving, undying, blue jazz & whines

Don't die before you discover why you're here and now, it's the tricky things that count, my son

Infinity & War battles to destroy funky pride, blurred lines erase east Indian ink, so, "It Is Done!"

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  FREEZEMBER XXIIIrd, MMXXI Anno Domini, Jeudi @ 4:59 AMPST

{ Concocted out of Oneness, translated from Japanese while listenin' to @JonnyLang HITS LINK @ https://youtu.be/LNdF9BQacqE }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@Carlos_Santana #HigherHopes #LowerFaith #DivineCharity #CupOfPeace @ChrisJanson @MaryWells @Santana @Morello @Springsteen #WhitneyHouston #DownWithSilverBullets #BuyMeABoat

A GUY'S MOTION OF THE PACIFIC OCEAN, TOPCAT OF ALL GUYS MY MAMA KNEW

I'm in too deep to see the surface's motion, don't know where I am, in an ocean yet I'm afloat

Pertaining to nothing special, the air comes in and out of me, thank you ma & pa for the boat

It's movin' right along, not stoppin' too long, never can admit to bein' wrong, recalculate free

Mirrors all around so, there's no doubt that you're ALL there is that matters to atomic energy.

Beginning at the finish line, common denominator comes alive from a top ten rotation of Ilk

Muscle bounded, skinny bones that everyone has, all 208 of them are risky business for Love

Spirits move the things themselves until they go caput, heartache or soul takes them all away

From you and yours, I come to you for a view of the rear guard's cover up, A Void is the Way.

Picnics & holiday banquets to remind us all that it's here & soon it'll be gone, God's chain/ball

Now hear this, supermen never reported to the planet, that was an imaginary figment of It all

What is asleep and still moving the things themselves, remaining at rest, the nature of a beast

To be or not to be is NOT the question, it's the answer wondered to it's happy infection yeast.

She sang about me in a song that her daddy picked, he wanted me to be beater of his sad kids

Her guy she called me yesterday, we stuck together like birds of a feather, ne'er to be plucked

An honor and pleasure to be with this other half yang to my ying, pure & awesome skul-gasm

Offered a sacrifice upon the altar, innocent lamb, dead offering to an offended divinity worm.

Handsome face & beautiful form of the body leads to the multiplication of the division's chit

Fallen and invisible soul, moving the rocks that can't roll without the Thing Itself, you know It

True of the Ending and the Beginning, nothing can be false if you know, wisdom rules divinity

I think, I'm a man, all too human one, she calls & I respond, I'm a guard of the treasure, "SHE!"

Movies make the stars look closer than they are further than they want to be, all life on Earth

Lives and dies without regard to reason and rationality, organic matter alive for a period's part

An era comes & goes as quick as lickity split man, near the end, you'll be sorry 'bout It, Fooled

Wanting to live forever isn't a guarantee of the matter, as a fact, everything else dies, not you.

Say it now, honey you loved me more than the sky's empty black & blue, far away outerspace

Attached to my back, we fly high above the feather beds in deep purple velvet's soft interface

Pills and smoke down the hatch, breathe in & breathe out the smoke of mountain's bud tops

Formula for the preservation of ticks & tocks is all, scratch on cave walls, you're dead, It stops!

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r j j  stephan, i 

c.  FREEZEMBER XXIInd, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 4:44 AMMST

{ Generated from zero gravity at soul level, while listenin' to my wife's favorite song, #MyGuy by @MaryWells on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4WT7nBGX5eU & @EStreetBand @Springsteen/Morello #HighHopes link @ https://youtu.be/z03Ms69MB_8 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

RHYTHM IS ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT #DontBeDoBe #YoMamasAlrightAlrightAlright #ApemanSlowRide

 

ONE'S PASSENGER ROCKIN' A SLOW RIDE, OCEAN MOTION BY A GNOME

Communication between those who are not sentenced to live in the tower of Babel is cherry man

Nothing can beat the success of being understood by the One and the masses of sheeple at once

Go to the store, go to your mate's friends' dens and you'll see the memories of the elder apemen

Who randomly chose to fall in love with someone like their mater & pater, it ain't my fault man!

Don't shoot the messenger, don't pull your blade on me either, so skilled at the art of takin' verve

It's a matter of Time in this Space I'm in, you're visiting and we're goin' separate ways to a curve

It's an algebraic calculus of geometric proportions, at One & in an infinite, subatomic nucleus of It

What It is?  That's the 64 hundred thousand billion question, it's the energy, star combustion chit.

Gods never come home because the fact is the Gods are home, the Gods are all there is for real

It's a fact of life, my father told me so, my mother listened to find out too, it was Christmas' deal

A man was born under divinity's direction due to the need for being saved from a holocaustal fit

Bombs away, turned the entire rock & roll venue into glass beads of the end game, leftover chit.

Punks here and there, moving and collecting the product of cosmic, illusory perceptions, a dream

In a dream within a dream, there're idiots and morons who abide by learned disgust with wisdom

They will know who they are, everyone will know who they are, as soon as their mouth is agape

Last gasp for O2 & the visions of sugar plums, tap dancin' & doin' the Tango on a seedless grape.

Bums & junkies takin' it easy becasue there's nothin' more to do except take this slow ride pull

From the ground below, then above, then below again, leftover chicken bones & a human skull

All there is, all there was and all there's gonna be from now until infinity mends the black hole

Gambling with your sons' cache, all the rage, all mine, nothing's mine, rollin' rock mind to blow.

Discover it, forget about it, ad infinitum, until you remain constantly at rest, just like the One too

3 persons in One God, it's a thing about nothing, impossible to be coherent, deduced inductions

Rhythm's left rockin' all night with or without you, One's fine, rockin' all alone, One's last 7th son

Slowed down matters little, BABY, shapin' Time's Space, good-evil Gold, man, y'all a #NUG one!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  FREEZEMBER XXIst, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 5:55 AMPST

{ Drafted while listenin' to @Foghat #SlowRide long version in a loop, on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GcCNcgoyG_0 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#HOUSTON #WeGotsLotsOfThrillsLeft #SevenHolesWideOpen @Santana @JoeBonamassa @BBKing @JoeSatriani #IWishItWasChristmasToday #SRV #SNL

STERILE, DIRTY BALLS SHAKIN' SUGAR & DARKER SPELLS, INFERIORITY

Montgomery's rouge tide to the edge of Tacoma's awesome Red Horde, unarm sortees

Crimson humanity has up & gone from the shores to ground burial under red dirt's seas

If you're a moron or an idiot, don't take this personally but you're either One or another

Friends of your wife, your husband, your offspring and the whole herd are o'er for BBQ.

Now then, who's birthday is celebrated once every year?  Yours?  Mine?  Gods?  Christ?

Who has the day named after themselves by their survivors?  It ain't me babe, a wise kid

Mouth like a truckdriver drinkin' tequilla in a cantina, where yo' mama stopped the skid

Your father abandoned you too, as God abandoned a creation of Earth & It is starkissed.

Bend over and kiss your hind end of the bone that got bent, backbone of the jelly fishes

Bumping into each other in the light or in the dark, same old story, I didn't see you there

Cause is way gone, it's all gone and out of foresight, hindsight and insight, it's outta sight

Monkeys, apes, snakes, armadillos, arachnophids do their thing, make holes in the dirt.

Pinstripe, buttondown, necktie and stud, satin black shoes and hot pink shoe laced Cons

Way it was and the way it will always be, to me, inside of my miniscule mind on loan too

From heaven above & earth below, it's all I'll ever know, points in Space & Time I'm into

Out of all people, black & blue, like any other divine being conceived of a seed, hey man!

 

Stop in the name of any Love God or a man or a woman, not a dad or a stepped on mom

Yet, inner desire to keep pushing ahead remains, One first thing to come & the last to go

He wrote about the murders that she wrote down in an ahistorical, no blood Uncle Tom

Miscegenation of generation leaves the reconfigured nation that appears, a job to blow.

I got down with or without you, I preferred you to the mountain streams, I knew it well

Awakened with your golden smile in my silver dream from California and Nevada's hehl

Still one day, you're gonna come my way again, poor & nomadic on Earth's faked liberty

Pretty & beautiful, killed by ecstasy in the GAME, scum and beauty of anthropomorphy.

Dancin' in circles, orbiting the solar explosions, the light thunder head to toe, jumpin' it

Bones for me and for you to move until they get burned or buried in the garbage's pits

Deeper than the honeymoon you took and never returned from, diving down to the end

Begun out of innocent ignorance, now that I've reopened the gash, I return what I sent.

My heartbeats, my thoughts think for themselves, I'm beyond being yours until The End

Jumped off of the bottomless pit's cliff without lookin' down, didn't know exactly when

I'd it the ground either running or getting familiar with the empty, black hole that I am

A Singularity for the cowboy inside of me, movin' the horses and cattle to a god's dam.

T-bones and capons on broke whiskey bottles and cowboys from the city & country long

Kissed when I'm gone right there on my picture on the wall, it's all that's left, ditty song

Horns won't matter in the fight, don't use them anymore anyway, all out of good times

Love light was shining brighter than ALL stars, then...and then...your kisses were gone.

Tell me what's on your mind so it will be on my mind too, I'll help with a happy ending

Nothing you can do can make me stop loving you, even if you stop & change partners

I'll still be the One I know who loved unconditionally, even when hate was topgunning

In crosshairs, words of honor, life, existence of a conscious mind's mother, Phuqurs!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  FREEZEMBER XXth, MMXXI Anno Domini  0400 hours, Lundi's waning gibbous moon

{ Destroyed eternal PAX of this AM's mind & drafted out of the deep psyche's mass while listenin' to #Lucille shred by @BBKing #TheThrillIsGone & #IaintGonnaBeTheFirstToCry on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/UIM429YTrMY }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#EasyMoney #IKnowItsLateButWTFover #BetterLateThanNeverNeverland #IllTakeYouThereToo #ClimbOnBoardTheSoulTrain #NOWSTFU

 

TRANSUBSTANTIATION BLUES' NEWS

In the future when it is somebody's past, as it's recalled and recollected by hayseeds in the hay

Happiness is a given goal and the place we've escaped from, any mother's port in the storm, say

Monkeys and slithering snakes all got the message and left the homo sapiens who've gone too far

Which thing itself each of us are, you, me and your mama, man you're a DMF but hey, purple Car.

It's a magical Christmas in the ends, although it's a mere feeling of ending of one's seasonal fight

To be or not to be, your rational thought of subjects and their predication of objects in black light

My friends, you see me and now you don't, what's a friend other than someone who'll die for you

Matter and Forms come and go in the menudo of sensational, random collisions, all souls' la bou.

Conditional paraphrasing of 70 to a hundred years of experience, give or take, I'll just feed my pig

It's only a bank of my loose change from my paper routes and Kentucky fried chicken slavery gig

By candlelight in a blackout, from 16 to 18, I fried birds in 450 degree grease hot, deep gash cuts

As it should be, everybody in the Windy City consumed the birds like bears & bulls, apechit nuts!

Now then, is it snowing yet?  Just show me the pathway where you want me to shovel for entry

It will cost you five dollars and I'll be done in an hour, that's my fee and I understand, I can't lie

I hate shoveling the sky's mess, it's not my fault that it's on the ground, it's Jesus' & Buddah man

Can't blame it on Krishna or the oldest moslem who feared the mean, bad man, sir Genghis Khan.

If & only if you are aware of your soul's mortality and your blinded belief in above & below myth

Then there will be no more sorrow between the happy daze between your ears, a skull cap stith

It's as if the One thing itself banged a gong & then looked around to lock in a target, It's all gone

Imagine this now, you ain't mon amie, mama or papa, your mouth agape jibjabbin' on an iPhone.

Start there, get ready, get set and go to the finish line, the race is gonna end, you ain't gonna win

Say you're so sorry for your following your programmed fool DNA, it ain't my fault, my Sensai sin

It's over when it's over, whomever can't read won't know what I'm talkin' about, lightening light

Christ's mass of Blues never lost in Space, 2022 Christmas' empty holes, I'm winning a knife fight.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  FREEZEMBER XIXth, MMXXI Anno Domini

{ #CornedBeef & #JalipenoPoppers in your Noxema clear face, seriously, drafted this while listenin' to #PleaseComeHomeForChristmas by the @EaglesBand in a loop, https://youtu.be/lFWe2aVrIbo & @GwenStefani & @BlakeShelton #YouMakeItFeelLikeChristmas link @ https://youtu.be/3ZT9_H4-hbM }

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