#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.?