@WAR & @ZZTOP #RockinTheCasbah

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COMPLAINERS COMPLAIN 'TIL THEY DISCOVER NOBODY'S LISTENIN'
Corona bacteria transport the virus from one place in space to a single One misplaced
In the past which is every single moment that's been present inside of a crippled crick
Of the gulag and the penitentiary the men and women escaped through burial boned
Extra dust and crumbled calcium I thought about in a divine way, all too human sick.

On the nail's head a hammer pounds into the tree's wood, crucify the photosynthetics
Doesn't have to be any form of Man or other shape of organic matter, junky, fat dicks
Detached your mother and father from your psyche, nowhere alpha & omega merge It
Idea of the chromosome's acidic message to replicate the thing without any hobo's pit.

Rushing from the base to the apex of the highest protrusion of the Rocky earth, I pause
Above and below all seems identical to one another, I'm here then won't be, never was
As if there was a divinely created play of scenes to tell the story, one picture over here
Nothing but things and nothing in the mix, a menudo of mud, blood, whiskey & a beer.

Drunken brain's mind wound up in the gutter, there is One way into a vermin's sewers
You've got to be one of them, look like one of them, act like one of them, turn screwers
Roasting under the heat of the star that's burning the gas like there's no tomorrow, eh
Today's confusion, lost the game but I won, fake history by default, God's dead Sunday.

You are underneath the law of the power that embraces the king, queen dictatorships
Mothers and fathers make no difference, good, bad or ugly taxes of your sweat & trips
Up and down the Alps and the Sierras, you are a miracle that never happened, dead air
It's God's fault, you're gonna die like everybody, post mortem, I forget your pretty hair!

Nothing is safe therefore I embrace the Nothing as if it's everything, can't lose a byte it
Empty of things, not even one atom to begin the complex of mitosis, you'll die in a bit
Long story is shorter than you think when you look backward from the last gulp of sea
All pictures you've photographed disappear, you have no soul, you bum, you a junkie?

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r j j  stephan, i
c.  Vendredi, July 30th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 9:11 AMPST
{ Drafted to @Armstrong_Getty listening to Talk 650 ♫ @iHeartRadio https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/?cmp=web_share&embed=true }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#FinerPipesUnknown #GateOfYoMama #WombRoom #NowSTFU

EVERYTHING IS STILL FINE, MOVE ALONG NOW, KEEP SMILIN' & WATCH YOUR SIX
Now and then, there comes a time right out of the blue, out of somewhere in heaven she'd sing
Drop a dime on me & I'll repay you double back to the only place in Space's Mind dripping me
Coming to the ends of things in front of your conscious awareness is shocking, eyes to the sea
Jokes are funny whether absurd or cruel to you or me or anyone on Earth, it's so much Nothing.

Who on Earth cares about what you've understood from your experience, other than dead men?
Take this in the most positive way or it won't be useful to the comprehension of being too human
Bones and the dreams that happen and are forgotten in a hundred years or less, rare moon beam
Idiots and their progeny who came signed, sealed and delivered to your text boxes & slipstream.

Junk in the trunk with or without a lock on the pad, the combination is 20 right, 4 left & a Zero
Opened and it says to me, "Nothing is inside because there's a Void outside," the end of a hero
Monkeys and the cage cleaners move and shake the babies as they grow into the stench of pooh
Refused the waste's aroma and aggressive scent that moved the matter clear through the crew.

Boys and girls grew up to have their own sons and daughters who lived and died in a dreamboat
Awake or asleep, still in a dream within a dream state's borough, you live, you die, all she wrote
In the novella or the encyclopedia, began and ended the cyclic confession of sufferings and jokes
Regurgitate essence of Man, hurry before overtime life runs out of clock ticks, Time's slow pokes.

Songs sung, over when it's over, played the music of the stars too far away to be so here and now
Among the throngs of the minions on the seven continents, you are one as well as I, we boat row
Gently down a slipstream & somehow merrily we gleaned the reason for being, life's but a dream
One moment you'll realize your own mortality isn't your soul's immortality, you're #Woke cream.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Jeudi, July 29th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 5:55 AMPST
{ Drafted while listenin' to @WuTangClan link @ https://youtu.be/YZZhyWWUKY8 }
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#ZZTop, #RIPDusty #OkieDokie

#GAGAS

WHO CARES?  VACCINATE HELLO, BY #CRT MEAN-TWEETS
Underground, critical race theories of Earth down under gold, invisible core of a blinded faith
To believe in the gods or God in the One Form or the Other, even the pan-atheism of a wraith
All of the above and below the magnetics which spontaneously generates the DNA cell forms
From nasty ignorance to fake pride in martyrs, there's gotta be something other than worms.

A tragedy that you don't know, that we're all playin' because we got lucky in love, I deleted It
Things themselves are forms of Matter, miraculous search is over, it'll all be over in a little bit
Planets lined up around a burning gas ball like electrons circumventing a nuclear coincidence
Apes evolved naked of long hair with a chip on their shoulders, commandments made sense.

Ten or two, all made to be broken, laws of man made by the pretenders who created ghosts
Of the rats and the all too human, who run with the devil counterclockwise around the tracks
All of them, each and every one, is mortal death in a swollen bag of acid, just sayin', let's roll
Comin' in first place and snagged the gold, race and the winning is everything, bury the troll!

Moping around the ranch and the farm until you see someone who cares about your sorrows
That you've failed at living life's process of being happy & so free of your mom's apron bows
On your own, you will either survive or die trying to breathe without earning room and board
Mentally in decline, physically infirm, critical race theory of idiots you got, you're a red horde.

Purple majesty of the funk and wagging dog tails of the ghettos' mothers, disadvantaged girls
Of air forced down, unaborted throats of beauties aiding families in a swing of delight's whirls
Flatten the curve of body bags, we're runnin' out and we're will begin to incinerate the corpse
When life ends, disintegrate it's leftover matter in hot fire consumption, A Void is The Source.

Nuts and berries mixed with the burned muscles off of animal bones, some forms not others
The untamed carnivores want to eat us and our children so they're as good as dead in traps
On the hung with stone rocks, spears, arrows and hidden holes in the ground's baited hooks
Dreams animals nurtured into adulthood, killed by men, fed the hunger, so I read my books!

Germination is everything and without it, everything is nothing at all, that's the whole Truth
Nothing but the Truth so help me God, goddesses & the Void's Suchness, a Zenish forsoothe
I'm not saying I know anything, I am saying that I know Nothing, intimately emptiness' chum
Always with me & with you as long as your viral CoVid19 remains able to be, killer, awesome.

How horrible can you get after you die when you're either ashes & bone or down six in a box
What matters is that you arrived on Earth and thrived while alive then left a debt to the rocks
Earth will get all of you in the end, there's no choice other than to go with the flow, it's on fire
I'll be there too, when all chips are down, pencil me into a corner in Space, in Time's hot wire.

Long lost friends only a shout away on the android or the apple, too far away to dial a pest
Although that there can never be true because it can never be false, you say what, say, yes
Stones rolled on the stage & began to play the lead and the rhythm around the back beats
Lips and tongue danced and pranced about the stage of wood & metal, screwed below feets.

Critical Race Theory stuck into my arm on two separate occasions, all for the herd's immunity
Gave my good health up for the genome, for the pool of strangers, round holes, square pegs
There's a billion of them all looking, all too human, race of purple, yellow & white sox yankees
Three steps up & two steps back, bassinet left a casket empty, it's about old men & salty seas.

Step on my six feet when I'm about that much underground, in and out of conscious fanfare
A creature feature right in front of your own face every single day whether you like it or not
It creeps and crawls and sometimes jumps right out at you when you forget it was even there
Like tumblin' dice, an empty grave, a man alive, jello shooters for lunch, God is screamin' hot.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, July 28th, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 12:12 PMPST
{  #CashedIn #UnderMyThumb #CoVid19VAXsquared ...drafted this jam to a July 4th, 2018@RollingStones #Prague #NoFilterTour concert link @ https://youtu.be/JgxkCy02OaE }
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#CockSure #ConfidentialSourceExposureS #SpyVsSpy #HunterSThompson

DIRTY & ROCKHARD, SQUARE HOLE, A DEADMAN TOMB'S TOOL
It's all there is to see and there's only one question & only one answer, existence without solution
Without any luck getting through this life appearance from random conception to gametic seed
Inductive and deductive arguments come in due time by the age of reason, third eye's open, son
Mighty almighty, invisible force given credit without obligatory blame for failure, One king indeed.

Now in this redundant lapse of logic and reason, Spy vs. Spy, moronic idiots pay taxes to be free
So that the morons and idiots who were raised by morons and idiots can survive this catastrophe
Of being men and women, alive and all alone in the solar system, at least, possibly the galaxy too
Any continent and any sea that grew from a Big Bang is nothing but the speck of dust, me & you.

Holidays' Nothingness celebration & dance to music of absence, nothing Earth can do, it's a skit
Fortune has no justice, it's random collisions of matter, love, marriage, solitary expiration of chit
Happiness of course, like the hay of a horse, the oats, the water, the spunk of punks' Marx' mark
A philosopher who knew nothing gets throngs of morons and idiots to believe Utopia, in the dark.

Squeaking mice and the cauldron mix of the witches & warlocks, a menudo of magic spells kill ya
In the spin of Earth, the wobble around the sun, called Time and the rest is Empty Space, etcetera
Now or later, after you sleep for a few hours while Earth NEVER quits, automatic or revolver sent
Barrels locked and loaded, ready for big bear or mountain lion, hostile to me only for one instant.

I will give you nothing and you will get nothing, don't ask me if you're an idiot, ask yourself, WTF?
You have the answer and nobody else does, you're going to die when it's your time, survive or die
Don't cry to your mama, she's already gone and your daddy don't rock and roll any more, gotta fly
Wings clipped, athlete's feet ruined skin & tarsal bones, gods suck illusions when it's serendipity.

Poking around with or without you, I have the stranger spies who want to know if I'm spying too
On them and everyone who thinks that they need to #FreeTheNipple when it's already GOAT flu
#COVid19 means #CommonCold, a great man (FDR) said I said, "NothingToFearButFear" my dear
Utter nonsense in Word forming, planet Earth's dustballs, Spaceballs' trip, it's over when it's over.

I won't be quiet when I can be loud and shout until I lose my voice or Silence descends upon chit
Here & now and into the near future, #StopTheHammering on @Twitter & a @Nogginbook troll
Predators will consume the prey, look into the historical record of humanity, so peaceful, play fit
In The End, to be a healthy corpse, this seventh son sees clearly, it's over when it's over, @Hole.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, July 27th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST
{ #ESSE - Drafted to @HunterSThompson #BuyTheTicketTakeTheRide in a loop on youTube link https://youtu.be/VlAZV_EsSSE }
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#WhoDoYouLove #WhoDo? #YouDo #LoveYou #CAKE & #STONES

DEAD FLOWERS AND PEASANTS' DOGS,  A CLOUD OF IGLOOS ROLL STONES
Black ice and snow don't matter much when it's all over the place, in every nook and cranny
Opened the holy hole in the wall with a cannon blast, there was no other way to be so free
Closed the gaping crevice so tight that microatoms merged into a long jacket & a short skirt
Gas uploaded into RNA/DNA forms on Earth, no evidence of life, planted animal on star dirt.

Pierced my ear & allowed my wife's bestee to stab my lobe with a hot needle, a shot of JD, done
Fabulous to have the holy lobe, nearly like havin' a @RollingStone lips & tongues in cheek drone
Monkeys and other australopithecines deep purple hearts of seven continents pretending so well
That their life means more than just surviving until you die for an unknown reason yet it don't!

You want immortality outside of Earth in heaven or hell, your mind made up the place in Space
Couldn't handle being here and now and then dying with no hope of any after this life Life's race
Start to photo finish, it's a blast from the past and an inkling of the future, but what do you care?
It's a dream within a dream that's out of anyone's control because they don't know it's God's face.

God's face is the face of nothing you've ever seen with your eyes because it's invisible ultraviolet
From Sidney to Juneau, Time in Space ticks off digits, cranks the hands counter-clockwise infinite
My own claim to fame is being the most unknown absolute in the universe to jack around the Id
Personality disorders cover me up from the base egg to the ash & dusted bitch & stud, a grim kid.

Living in color or black and white doesn't matter at all if you find no joy being alive, staying alive
If you've gotten past the adolescent stage and you're learned ethics and morality, you'll high five
Not high three or four but high five way up there above 8 feet high, where angels fear big dicks
Going to home now, I'm fine, it's all good, old Stones are eighty years old, monkeys on river Styx.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Lundi, July 26th, 2021 A.D. @ 3:20 AMPST
{  Drafted while listenin' to LAVA overflowing @RollingStones concert (LIVE in Newark 12/15/2012 link @ https://youtu.be/NjS9yr6eSu8 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#Genii #Genius #Geneless #Gina #TheSnake @KennyChesney @EricChurch @StrayCats @ChristinaAguellera #KnowingChit #NewRadicals

PABLO'S FUNK HIT THE 4 WALLS, NO OFFENSE, NONE TAKEN*
As one foot gets planted directly in front or behind the other, you advance in Dixie rhyme
To or from the target, a bull's eye of your visionary destination, in or out of sublime Time
Space is what you can't get away from since you're always in it, alive or dead in deep Space
First to last gasp of oxygen, nitrogen, hydrogen and krypton atoms from a dot Matrix' face.

Mothers of the suckers who are born every minute, you and I know it's true, we're the Sun
Of the men and rats who ruled the world of holy ground, a dead star coined, gated & pearly
Yet it's not what it seems, it's not what I've ascertained, everything's wonderful, a liar's holy
One or Many are one & the same, like drops of H2O pooling in divine original sins, it is done.

Body of work, painted canvas or scribbled tree pulp combine into the sweet soul funeral pyre
Buried deep in the psyche with the beating drums and chanting while dancing around hot fire
Nobody gets out of this life alive, not even the gods who have come and gone, gods are dead
There was One & it broke into Many pieces of skin and bone, alone, all alone, all in your head!

Antarctica, Europe, Africa, Asia & the Americas, Australia all Earth left to freezin for no reason
The sun, our star is a mere 93 million miles away burning Hydrogen like there's no tomorrow
For someone, someday in the future there will be no tomorrow for them, it'll come to blows
There's no free will of the mentally ill, the ilk of humanity, philosopher kings to God's hobos.

Malfunction of the cosmic rhythm which is a series of random collisions of H2O atomic matter
Making this reality that is formed in a non-material, yet present mind, thoughtful mad hatter
Neither of us, any of us on the planet's ground, black, red or gold in the dirt, salt in the 7 seas
None of the living, the dead or yet to become conceived in wombs, nobody'll get out for free.

Prices are high when everyone has the gold, when the gold is gone prices come down, history
You cannot make this short story up or stretch it into a novella or an epic, dramatic #Talkie film
This is it, you wish you were in Dixie left to live, die & forget about it, it's over when it's over
Done had fun, pleasure and pain in the air, on the land and over seven seas' imaginary lover.

Now, the ends of Time, sitting on a bench, looking out for nobody but me & my baby monkey
He runs the show when I grind the organ and play the Italian folk music, monkey's got beats
Dancin' he'll do with or without anyone watching, I believe he's just trying to figure it all out
Why's he waiting for me to give him food and a place to sleep, neat & clean, like a boy scout?

Matter and energy concerned the gods who came before the Words were written in for a son
On walls of caves now underneath 7 seas, there's evidence of life afore my mama's invention
Of the mothers and fathers who came before us and who will be conceived in Time, so sorry!
Intent to be happy didn't work out for everyone, DNA defect is self-destruction, I'll be happy.

Care a lot less when you're breath is strangled from your windpipe, to smoke or to choke it
Burning wood, burning leaf, burning skin, bone & the holy soul, from Pope to pauper's of Id
Reverse engineer this present to the essence of the past, all for future referenced dialogue
Between the ignorant and the enlightened is a gulf no more than a millimeter, idiots' vogue.

Front door of my bungalow is never opened for anyone at anytime for any reason at all, et als
There is no mistake that living in a compound that's impenetrable by the good and ugly balls
Survival of the fittest, the luckiest and the most vigilant to the various carriers of dark doom
Meaning the End of your heart's beating because that's all it is man, bombs drop & go boom.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, July XXVth, MMXXI Anno Domini  * @PabloPicassoWomanPaintHeader
{ Dropped a dime on y'all's blue jeans, while listenin' to @Kenny_Chesney #SheThinksMyTractorsSexy link @ https://youtu.be/uWu4aynBK7E & @Eric_Church #Springsteen & #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/toswACjpvTs }
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