#SameOldSongSameOldDaze #RockrollStonedBlue @FOGHAT #ZantaFantaClaws #OrangeFanta #BoJackHorseman #JudasPriest #Bugattism #SocraticPlatonism

ZEITGEIST BUGATTI, WAY GONE, AN ALL TOO HUMAN, SUBTLE IMPERMANANCE

Over the hills and through the woods, I road the beast until it begged to halt, unsaddled mount

Walked up the path to the end of the walkway and jumped across the wavelength that I found

In a high frequency, the transmission of pictures and voice jacked up evolutionary variationals

Hearing & seeing is believing in the metaphorical Truth & Justice of #Delta8 Johnny liberals.

Children of the peas and the corn left over to give thanks for the headache & stomachache flu

It's all that's necessary, all that's sufficient is not necessarily accessible to mortal men like you

Nothing personal, it's just the origin of the holiday, twelfth century hero worship, annual dues

With or without insurance you & I will some day die, maybe not tonight, tomorrow's all blues.

Fabulous and without merit, a spell I put on you & the minions who flock around the high hopes

Dreams of the ancestral tribes of marauding pirates and serfs of kings and queens on the ropes

But nobody knew what would happen to their descendants down the road to inevitable oblivion

Launching rocket ships and exploring where no man's gone before is all of us just ape's swingin'.

First space shot with a living being was a scared chimpanzee & then eventually, it's all too human

At least 1 human knew they were VOLUNTEERS, UNFORCED servitude to the Idiot, the Man

Extinction's inevitable for a humane Zeitgeist, maybe already gone far, far away from a tiny slob

Known wisdom of dead, old men is all we've got left, they weren't immortal bones, azzhoe Bob!

What it is, this substance of matter is a blown star's exhaust, come on man, so obvious to The Kid

All the generations of humans who remain on Earth & survive the assaults on health & well being

Will without any doubt also face their own mortality and faked hope for it's opposite, unnaturally

Death of Life is the cycle of the blown star, it's dark starstuff, a Freudian-Saganian Time slam skid.

OK now, it's a holiday comin' up to celebrate a mythological Saint Nickolas, a present of the Give

What all bacteria & viral infections can do to harvest the extinction is just wait, gods will forgive

Good cheer cancels all of the Evil alive in the rich and the poor who hate being alive with us all

It's the gene in the human genome that wants to annhilate the DNA. let us never get a kick ball.

Santa comes all day the day before Christmas, waitin' for the cocoa with the rhythm & the blues

All worth the wait and the process goes on without a hitch, all the reindeer disappear into twos

Never a worry since Rudolph is in charge of all of that, red nose friend of mine, I'll put out lights

Moon's bright, got a bag of tricks to dig for all of y'all, comes when y'all sleep warm, I got rights.

It's all for nothing though it's not the Truth you thought it would be, rockin' around an xmas tree

Caroling around the 'hood & gettin' sentimental about baughs of holly, dancin' merrily with Marie

Rings around Rosie, pockets of posies & chicks who seek gloves of high drones' easy rollin' stoners

Giving it all for some is all anybody can do, give it All for dead, gone jingled bells & DNA T-boners.

Lost and found on the road, dead to you and me but still here & now, raw roadkill of a xmas blow

None of us will be here some day in the future, enjoy this ride man, I ain't lyin', live today, bruthu

Stop with the negativity, positive vibes will find me alone in the system of this solar body, muthu

Dreams from genii' among us from Bethlehem to Chicago, NOEL is LEON spelled backward, ipso?

Facts not lost on the Fate of black & white uniforms of stars to die for, everyone of 'em is the One

No choice, nothing is free except Nothing, the Void is the center of the matrix' content, it's a con

A job smokin' heaven's accidental collision of matter, in the back seat, there you go again, oh I.C.

Forged morbidity program, already way gone, immortality's destiny of us, B&W nsane Humanity.

Babies come and go, all gone by the end of the century, replaced by the others' illegitmate to quit

Nobody can stop after the first kiss unless you have no hormones and you're acting in a stage play

Some high priests & some holy, hand maidens in the convent can deal with the unforgiven & holy

Broken hearts of needing a human who dies or just leaves for another human, friend or faux chit!

Mugs meaning all faces tell the whole story, like a form in a painting on the wall, baby of nothing

Coming in and out of consciousness, lying down or standing up, walking, running, jumping, flying

All things you find sweet as honeysuckle are right here & now, don't miss out, it's a monopoly skit

Don't pass go for true love, insane, broken hearts dead & gone, RIPs, calls collect, One way ticket!

by

r j j   stephan, i

c.  FREEZEMBER IVth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST Samedhi #FogHatDaze

{ Drafted while listenin' to @Foghat #StoneBlue on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/c0McO4sY8pA & #LIVEconcert @ https://youtu.be/cV9JyYQWyKo  -------  playlist:  1. Fool for the City 2. Home in my Hand (5:30) 3. My Babe (10:27) 4. Stone Blue (14:48) 5. Eight Days on the Road (22:04) 6. It Hurts Me Too (27:55) 7. Honey Hush (37:14) 8. Sweet Home Chicago (42:51) 9. I Just Want to Make Love to You (52:01) 10. Slow Ride (1:03:19) Encores 1. Maybelline (1:11:44) 2. Chateau Laffite '59 Boogie (1:15:57)  }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

  

omg, so fine!

https://youtu.be/Rx0yYe7T2y8

#Overcoats & #UndercoverWear #WTHdidyoujustsay? #OneOfTheseLemonLoavesPlease

 

AN OBTUSE MISDIRECTION, GOD'S TOO WOKE TO FEAR AN OMICHRONIC OXYMORON

This is neither party nor disco, there ain't no foolin' around in this #fake white room

It's got no windows or curtains, no doors or cathedral ceilings or disappearing floors

As your orphan parents taught you, reading and writing will open ol' Richard's doors

One, two & three brings the brides out of nowhere, a slight of hand & a bride groom.

Pumped up from the air compressed in a container of concrete and steel, it's blown me

There was no synchronization of the Time & Space complements of the divine almighty

All by myself in a choir or at the altar with the body and blood of a human martyr god

To be or not to be transubstantiated into the club of useful idiots who fish with a rod.

Bring the gil-nets to capture the dorsal and tail fins of everything but Snoopy & Brown

Magic, miracles, reality is a dream within a dream, a dramatic realization Xmas uptown

Bad as I've been I don't expect a thing from the snitches I've offended, no toy, Nothing

I'm OK with that since I don't know anybody anyways, no queens, no brothers, no king.

There's a monster inside of my head, I suppose there's chaos making the order to chill

Getting further away from One hot, burning source of our heartbeats, sip a shot to kill

Ennui finishes the ends of a Big Bang, far, far away from heat, invisible cinnamon ants

Cosmic wavelength and frequency transmit the Truth, it's a mask mandate to variants.

Free choice when you use rationality to fool around with the causes of specialty effects

But your free choice is restricted by the jails and prisons of the accidents of teenage sex

Maybe your mother or your father was one of the 'unexpected' results of an apple bite

Funny life in front of your face, the doors are locked and I can't get in, it's out of sight.

Middle of America or down in Tazmania or Saipan, it's the same old song, hum a tune

Ain't goin' up if you're goin' down and you're goin' down man, I think is this too soon

It's never too late and that's a fact of life, before and after the Big Bang, love survived

Microbes, bugs, all of the extinct and to be extinction of species, it means we all died.

Billy goats herded to wonder why they can't eat the fence when wheat grass is chewed

Because it's barbed wire, not wood or aluminum, just pain when you ram a goatshead

Nestegg broke & the yoke's been spent, there's nothing leftover, tidbit of morality din

Top of the morning at the crack of dawn, no chickens or cocks, FOCUS, eye's wide open.

Who pays for their goods with personal check?  Why?  Who doesn't have plastic cash?

Come on man!  It's 2022 almost and you need to step up & get jiggy with the Present

It's all about the tone of your voice and the appearance of your contorted facial bash

Running into the walls and the doors in the prison cells won't get you out, get bent!

Muddy water runnin' north to south, black water runnin' south to north, centered Sin

Middle of the dotted matrix is there but it's not discoverable while alive on Earth's Id

You'll need to die to see the Truth, it's not your or my fault, it's all accidental collisions

You are alive and you're gonna die, that's all you're gonna know, wise up!  Awful spirit!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  FREEZEMBER IIIrd, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 6:66 AM (EST) #Vendredi

{ Sucked this out of my psyche this AM while listenin' to @Armstrong_GettyRadioShow on @kste650AM, #SonsOfMotherBlasters & @SebastianManiscalco link @ https://youtu.be/e8QZwnJZTgQ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ReplenishH2O #DieDeadGoneThirsty @ATouchTooMuch #SamanthaFish #Madonna #GwenStephani

 

ALL I WANTED FOR CHRISTMAS WAS YOU, BORN AGAIN

Inside the games of the bogus aunts and uncles, none of them related to my swings

Dancin' on my heels and toes just because I can, then I beat the drums 'til I bleed 'em

My bones are still strong but my skin needs to be coated with all leather gloved things

Got a better beat than I've ever had, the gloves let me rock & roll 'til the cows all sing.

Rain will come down on any occasion of death going to hell in a hand basket, it's secret

Sneaking around with the friends of my mother and father, my sister & brother's debt

Carved into the stone with the ten commandments, thrown at the denizens of fire hell

Perfection just the state of being at rest without any herb or cigars, a cold turkey's call.

Kid you not even a little bit, it's not worth the Time of deception, Space has that corner

Where nothing gets any more chances & the road to Hades is paved with intent of her

Wherever she is, where she wants to be that's where I'll help her stay, with or without

Behind the scenes or right there at her side, whatever ace up my sleeve I had, I lost it.

Stuck with the situational ethics leftover from the good old days before I arrived here

Prayers and good intentions to color the storybooks of the stage static, drinkin' a beer

Shots will do but not too many or the world turns upside down, sinkin' into Frisco bay

Saturday night or Tuesday gone, gods lugged around all week long Monday to Sunday.

Punching the pilots' faces keeps all of the jets and gliders OTG, a quiet space for infamy

Known from coast to coast, continent to penninsula, all packed into a black, dead sea

Top and bottom of the water & sand, fish swim, grass grows, bugs annhilate their own

For the love of fun and happiness, Greeks and Phonecians let us evolve into air blown.

Supermen & suprawomen who bear children 1, 2 or 3 at a time, get a higher tax bang

They are all that's left of the garden of Eden or the chaos that came with a song I sang

Morons & idiots survived to repopulate the species after hundreds of mass extinctions

In the green garden where nobody plants anything yet it grows, a smoked flower sins.

Not anybody's fault except the radio's movin' the AM to the dead FM, ressurect IT too

As if bein' stiff & rotten ends my life, I laugh at the notion, life's what it is, some's blue

Anytime & anyplace, forgiven forever for whatever happens in Time-Space connundra

I shook the whole sugar tree and everything I'd hoped for fell into my fake parabola.

Woman rocks as if there's no tomorrow, pickin' and grinnin' just because all dolls can

Do the most you can with what you've got, it may not be enough but it could be worse

Serious as a heart attack or rotten tooth ache, knowledge's power is a lack of weakness

To protect and defend the innocent and weak is the motto, a crusader is all relentless.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  FREEZEMBER 1st, 2022 Anno Domini @ 4:44 PMPST Mercredi #TwoFers

{ Twisted out of my stache whil listenin' to @SamanthaFish conncert & get a T-shirt if any are available link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/MWXP5KTa9P4?list=RDUF4IElkXP4M }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HIGHheels #LowSPARKS #SweetHeavyTraffic #SquarePantsDownWitIt #ELVISxmas

 

4EYES RIGHT IF YOU HAVE ANY ATTENTION LEFT

There's been something on the loose with the heels way up high, higher than a box kite

Gonna get away with third degree murder for self-defense of my life, threat was immanent

Sudden death for the bad guy is not my problem, it's his or hers and their maker's blight

More often than not, the morons and idiots are born to the ones that came before them.

Scorn for the future kamikazee sortees comin' for me in the matrix of cow pies & yellow cake

Elevated my intelligence level by smoking, snorting & drinking as much as a man ever could

With barely 4 hours of sleep underneath my eyelids, I drove the 18 wheeler for another mile

Stopped at the truckstop, pulled into a slot near the can, over and done in a toothless smile.

Perfectly puzzled by the pieces of the picture in disarray yet the jelly and jam still spread

It all fits only one piece per piece, unless it's smaller than a micrometer, then it'll bleed

Until your voice shuts up and says nothing more nor less than, I see, I see, do you see?

It's matter and form, shapes of things themselves, atoms of flesh and bone, nobody's free.

F I N I S 

W.W.A.R.D.?

by

r j j  stephan, i

c. Freezember 2nd, 2021 @ 11:11 AMPST Jeudi Two-a-day

{ Rocked on this #WordSalad while listenin' to @ElvisPressley #ChristmasBlue & HITS @ https://youtu.be/ndSbfwHIVtQ

#AbusiveSubmersible #HighOctaneExtinctionOfSpecies #AmericaOurStory @MerryMissileToes

COVid19 VARIANTS, OMICHRONIC KNOWLEDGE, FUNCTION OF A MONK-KEY

A miniscule piece of work, these words in a phonecian salad record of Life as we know It o'er here

One way in & one way out, no alternative to the factoid of life, procreate or not, be a good hare

Extinction is coming to the host and the parasite, virus and bacteria, live & dead skull holy roller

Think that you are safe & you're not ready to die, let your guard down to trust a bad ol' bugger.

You have a right to remain silent but you've opened your mouth, it's loud but not big like a daddy

It's a risky business to take Moral Law into one's own hands when the PD's non-existent, mommy

But you're packin', locked & loaded for the unexpected threats from the bullies & miscreants too

Drunk on The Whine you've bottled from the cask of El Dorado, pure Gold, Fine Wine & Blue Flu.

I've got some bad news for you, don't let anybody change your mind about being awesome, fool

Stroke of luck that you've run across the diving board & jumped before you found the empty pool

Twelve feet down, head first & drunk to end the life earned through sheer luck & magic misspells

Hashtagging your experience for the strangers to judge your judgement, lest they ring hell's bells.

Sheep unherded within or without the pool of DNA, hung up on the green soil cache, cocked sure

All of the dead and gone, remembered by tombstone or tomb or cave, yell to the leftover & pure

Live today & begone tomorrow, it ain'tt my fault, don't shoot the messenger, ma & pa SHIFT/ALT

They had to since they were lied to, it wasn't their fault, now that you know it, it's all YOUR fault.

Knights of the day and monks of the perfect Singularity in theory, assumptions of Truth are false

Nobody knew and everybody cared so they concocted the recipe for the unknown, occult squalls

Word made this shebang from sun-star dirt we started from, golden California One, be a godson

Influence you until you detach the chord, invisible RNA busted loose to turn the suffering to fun.

Omnichronic mutation is pretend, a new word to generate fear of the Mighty, government Man

Courts wil judge us based on precedent all the way from Circuit to Supreme, I'm guilty as charged

Conception of gamete and egg is origin of life, not the birth when the fetus is volatile out a womb

Easy feeling before you move on to the next conundrum, easy come, easy go, where's your tomb?

I think, a live thing is a cell in mitotic divide, that's a fact of life, a screech of the infant to be One

Alive thing to be all too human, with the faith and hope that Charity of the living isn't too caput

Therefore, I am & I've always been since the orgasm first allowed me to blow up my nucleus' ilk

My ancestors who are the same as parents of the first men and women on Earth, say drink milk.

If you don't suckle, you'll expire and become the buried corpse or ash of the cosmos, cosmic dust

Horrible is as horrible does, it's like the Big Bang man, let's get on with the rest of the fussy lust

Insiders and outsiders have come and gone without a peep, except for a talented few who knew

Words go in an ear and out another, they're printed on dead trees, black & blue monk keys too.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  FREEZEMBER IInd, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 6:66 AMPST #Jeudi

{ #MoralityUnethical #ImmoralEthics Drafted this #Doozy while listenin' to #AmericaTheStoryOfUS link @ https://youtu.be/CXW0dW9LJN8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#StandApart #TogetherWellFall #ThatsWhereWeAre #StickToIt #GoFarAwayToday

HIGH HEELED WAVE, SQUAREPANTS 'ROUND YO' FEET

Imagination runs into the image maker to justify common ground high hope, live evils

Monkeys seem to gravitate to metaphysical truth more than other apes doom-dome spills

On purpose or in a fake, wet dream's accident, godsons do violate reason's morbidity

A categorical imperative of requisitioning & receiving pure knowledge & of COVidity.

In every way a battle ends a war, the war is beyond the scope of a humane divinity

Grounded in heavenly bodies, few and far between Red & White Giant stars of Me

Black Hole Singularity in no rush to absorb every single atom lurking in perpetuity

The Happening happens whether humanity approves or not, get ready, here I come.

Not that you'll know it when I hit you in the mind, not the body, I leave bones alone

Gravity takes care of the bones on the downlow, underground or back to the thin air

Gods crawl, fly and never walk or drive on 1 or 18 wheels, it's the same old song, gone

How long gone?  Now that's another story, how much time do you have?  I'll be fair.

Time & Space thrust upon my spectacled 4 eyes, I see the green screens & blackboards

A, B & C's jumbled in infinite sequences of phrases of the Word, sounds of red hordes

High School for youngsters from 14-18 to show them how the pope in Rome would be

If he was a Being being told that all ancestors are caput, dearly departed the dead sea.

Function of the calculus is the sum of all blind faith and reality fears of life and death

Orphans and children of parents who live long and prosper with or without the gods

All of them, each and every one, living, dead and to be conceived during revolutions

It's the Earth's compacted rocky left over sun ash & burning core, Terra Ferma breath.

In the lab, biology and physics dictate the chemistry and philosophy of life & death

Repeating the identical experiment ad infinitum yields a consistent result in stealth

You & I will never know anything for certain, that's a principle of plausible deniability

To know is to be in possession of an idea that never be false, a Truth, it's true, easily.

Proof of the conclusion's validity is yielded by the analysis of the premise's concepts

Ending in the judgement of the validity of the inductive or deductive argument steps

Common ground to step out on for two or three clicks, drivin' hoIn1 aces in 36 holes

From the alpha to the omega, Nothingness is as important as annhilating holy moles.

I won't cuss or swear, I won't use the words to hurt your mind or your ears, you know

It may take a while but I have learned much more difficult lessons than this one joint

Love drove me into this parkin' space, diagnostics of the prognosis are all moot points

Each and every one, not just one & only one but all of the ones, volcano's gonna blow.

Earth will spin, water & lava will flow, atmosphere will mix it up, a menudo here, now

Out of every glory hole, we've come in peace and war is what we defend against, raw

I always say I told you so but for real, i never knew anything but a manner of speaking

The program has been captured and modified to assimilate the impossible ID passing.

Ego did it's job, defended the motherland, I was all that was left of that, this here too

Shredded the frets and the superego like there was no tomorrow, disappears all day

Strung out before the sun & moon, at rest between Venus and Mars, droppin' Jupiter

Mercury, Saturn, Neptune up Uranus & Pluto's Milky Way, stuck up in a stratosphere.

Best & worst of friends have come and gone their One Ways down to the five & dime

Nobody guessed that the way it goes is the way it goes, like it I'm givin' it down time

Figgiting with the feeling of the music in you, dreamer's disease, exposed, gimme a sip

Figured out your favorite disease, you can't say no, I got nothin' Scratch & I gave a RIP.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  FREEZEMBER Ist, MMXXI Anno Domini, Mercredi @ 10:10 AMPST

{ Drafted in Chi-Cal funk, uptown listenin' to @Nickelback #20HITS link @ https://youtu.be/Eooao67NIkg & @BruceSpringsteen #HighHopes in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rOPDhoZH91g }

F I N I S 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TimeEnoughToDie #IDontCareAboutSpace #Deaf #Kate & #ENDS #DontStandAChanceInHellFire

ESPERANZA & MY MARIA . . .  PEACE OF MIND & A MEA CULPA PARADISE

Guitars cryin' to be shredded like a family in a refugee camp, you and me

Then out of nowhere, an ego emerges to end the force from without, see

It's not always on the radar, it's an underground current like electricity sin

Against the powers that be, what makes the orbit continue, cut your chin.

That bleeding wound will let loose the thing itself, back into the mix of 98

Girls & boys began One thing, movin' on by itself, no way to stop Id's rule

Surviving punks and junkies, doin' pickpocketing and looting to survive It

Monkeys look to eat, defacate, sleep, repopulate & ponder all bull's chit.

Loved the wind blowing on my ocean drenched bare skin, smooth as satin

Black flavors & red neighbors ready to fight for nothing but a snap button

Pride inherited from the proud and undeserving descendants of the Poors

Wealth to get by on the planet's lonely journey helps, cannot open doors.

Movie stars & celebraties of the TV & Cinema are bright, fate is sundown

Last breath, last tick of the big muscle, all that you get, sorry, don't frown

All gonna be taken care of by your survivors whether you know or not, yo

You'll be burned, bound, buried or blown to smithereens, y'all may glow.

Smooth as silk, greased metal or the in and out of the thing you do, gods

All of them major and minor of the plethora's complement, all that I am

It's not a big thing that I'm in charge of my own life and nothing else, chill

Oil the ilk you elevate to the epitome of authority, pope & king of the hill.

Running amok, Westside, untrained, undisciplined do, a species' 0 defect

Inside RNA of DNA, there's a code to abhort species, COVid19 side effect

Nothing to worry about, a little guy on TV said, trust the Science Comedy

We're the poor & the rich, open your eyes, 'devil is lived' backward, see?

Now look at the room you get inside of your prison cell, nevermore free

Life behind bars, kept locked in due to your being a misbehaving hoodlum

Knowing the morality and ethics of the species, eyes blinded by the Scum

Neon or freon in the tubes, glowing & showing the narrow way, my scree.

Spirit all wound up in an electircal coil, generating power to be, a ghetto

Of mice & fatherless men who were fearless boys in a war of snow blow

Dangerzone with everybody doin' a WTF acapella act in a 'hood's red sea

Paradise won more than lost, Blues' Life ran amok, I won, love you Baby!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER XXXth, MMXXI A.D.  Mardi @ 6:66 AMPST

{ Jammed while listenin' to the buzz between my audio receptacles & tracked in the way back machine by @CHICAGOtheBand #25&6TO4 & #HITS @ https://youtu.be/7uy0ldI_1HA }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhosMaria? #ILoveHer #YouWouldToo #WhereIsSheAt? @CarlosSantana @KickBrooksAndRonnieDunne ... ON THE UP & #UP @UP

BIG GUY PEACE ON A GODDESS' HIGHWAY UP IN THE SKY?  DIDN'T KNOW THAT! *

Inside of the fiddle sticks and the glory hole funk of you ma & pa, you come in a hot mess

Blues ain't a thing way down in the bottom of the holy water lake, jump in the deep end

Don't hit your head on the bottom of the pool, diving deep down into the no return bend

No way to know the reasons and why the rhymes don't sound right on dead man's best.

Princes turn into the queen's paupers and walk in alleys until their thoughts fall to trash

Stinkin' and rotten like the rest of the dead things we eat and don't eat, garbage stache

Any aliens from other planets systems' galaxy or anywhere in this universe, all extinction

This dark star, this white dwarf or red giant is indistinguishable from the Black Hole Sin.

Mother Earth put the verve inside of my bones to remark regarding this pitiful, dried teat

Nearly put the poor, innocent idiotic moron in the pit & a pendulum, he got away with IT

Wraith was closer than he'll ever know, when the sky gets black & thunder comes, oh oh

Maybe rewind that decision to confront your maker before you knew, death is your blow.

Anyways...here we go again, no threat here and now, nobody's bones to blow down here

I'm talkin blown to smithereens not to the ecstasy of the mothership's exhaust, shot, beer

Sooner than later, my love of wondering who looked at me #funny took over my love today

On being all too human, I am one who can see trouble and never, ever look the other way.

I see someone lookin' my way, I walk over & confront them & ask them to look away or else

"What are you lookin' at fool?"  It's about time I got asked the question, I answer, "Nothin'!"

Yes, I meant that the man was as good as nothing at all to me, I was lookin' at him, it, nothin'

After One punch, first poke in the eye balls with that moby in my face, I dropped hell's bells.

Got rid of the corpse, just left it to bake in the sun, BBq for the buzzards & maggots to beat

Monkeys don't eat what stinks, it's got to be warm and smell good, kept away from poisons

Anything to kill me isn't comin' inside or near me, if I have anything to do with it, if I say I do

Intent and focus on the thing & the things after that will create Reality before it says no go.

Inside the head, in the skull there's a mind functioning due to brain waves, stop?  Me & you.

That's it, caput so get your P's & Q's in order, you've got some Time, keep movin' along high

Roads are low but stayin' high keeps you goin' when skies are grey 'til they turn stoney blue

Love this ground we're on, Big Bang monkeyshines from nobody's thanksgiving, God's a guy!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER XXIXth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 4:20 AMPST *Its 420 somewhere here, now!

{ Drafted while sound asleep, in the darkness' light of the empty, drained black hole & listenin' to @BrooksAndDunne #Maria in an infinite loop, #MOG is Earth, Nothing else matters!  B&D link @ https://youtu.be/fZSiBj4vCiY  }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AThingOrTwo #SightsUnseen #ComeOnCowboy #JacksonBrowne #BrooksAndDunne #KickAndRonnie

?MY MARIA?  DREAMIN' FOR ALL OF U.S.

Sorrow comes and goes like the wind, the Earth's wisps of infinite movement, a miracle you live today

It could have been a little bit worse if you had no intelligence and there was no counter intelligence pay

For the purpose of getting to the end before it begins, let me apologize for the happy ending sadness kid

These things happen when you cannot predict the outcome and you put your life's virus in one's COvid.

Atmosphere in the heavens is much different when you're lying face up on the ground, toes tagged too

A moment you decided to confront your demon, he/she/it moved around in the cacoon & you got blue

No blood runnin' in your bloody system of the down, where you wanted to be, unknown to the sherrifs

It was all on digital cam, live for the world to watch from the internet's world wide web of the parrots.

They pass along the dreams they dreamt while asleep on a pillow and a bed, or cardboard & blankets

Finding the peace in the war where the good, bad & ugly argue about dominance for their extinct kin

All of the ones whose dead bones populate the terrestrial gas, liquid and solids left in the pure toilets

Souls all gone when the bones can't stand up straight, can't breathe air, can't beat a heart, caput man!

Hoping in vain for a different outcome than the inevitable is all there is left, keep it up, alright, alright

Alright, maybe it's just a way to keep us all in training to be the gas that will Supernova, come on man

You think you have a soul for Buddah or Jesus or Allah?  You've got another thing comin', it's a VOID

Comin' for you soon, sooner than you think, you may not know it's comin' & it will smash your KID.

Not the son, not the father but the holy ghost, the spirit of the Black Hole, where Singularity is not

Where the persons, places and things don't exist in perpetuity, just a whirl of swirl, a rockin' infinity

Ninjas and apemen have no concept of the analysis required to assume fake truth of bogus premises

If this & then that, come on man, if is not certain, it's an uncertainty, it's a discovered principle diss.

Ships sail if they float, if not they sink down to the bottom of the sea, Davy Jones' God property

Nobody gets out of here alive, nothing from the amoeba and paramecium to the flying dinosaur

All too human as the saying goes, an old, dead philosopher said it then & I repeat it respectfully

Dreaming of the source of your pity & sorrow, I #woke the hole's holy dream, farm crop whore.

Trivial pursuit of the end of Time gets you right to it, it's there, always waitin' near a twilight fair

Get ready to fill the hole with your self and all you know, a threat presented is a dime dropped on

Your head, your back, legs, arms & your invisible, rubber soul's backside are to appear on the air

For blues and the rest of the jazz comin' out the horns and drums, strings and 88's, I call this fun.

Getting a stranger human than myself to follow the bouncin' balls is a treat in itself, quicken payday

Bums and junkies can fill in the blanks with their history's Time in this Space, to die for 52 Sundays

Or Monday, Tuesday all the way to the Friday & Saturday, blues will end, don't worry, bones freeze

You will be free, eventually, got here for an #NYC second, skies blue or grey, so get on your knees!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER XXVIIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini

{ Drafted while listenin' to #JacksonBrowne 1978 #BBC bcast on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Fz6nETd6jZw & 2021 #JacksonBrowne 2021 #BarricadesOfHeaven  link @ https://youtu.be/7923AHiJ_U8}

SIGHTS ARE UNSEEN, know WHAT I MEAN?