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Monday, May 30, 2022

#HappyMemorialDay #PickinGrinnin' @Waylon_Jennings #GoodHeartedWoman #GoodTimesMankind #FormulaOne

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RAP TWICE WITH A CANE, KILLIN' THE PAIN OF A STEELY AIRMAN'S LATE SHOW
Granted this titanium free will switched on to the fine line, it's on, I can't turn it off, so strange
It's all as tight as a drum, animal skin stretched to it's ripping point, titanium-free, dream being
All of the things we think are useful or useless are guesses about the a Big Bang & our Ending
In or out of sin we caused & allowed to happen, A SWITCH THAT CAN NEVER CHANGE.

In Heart's desires or Soul's karma indulgences we delve down into the mire, the muck, the life
As above and so it is below, our heads are over our heels and there's no going backward knife
It's a cut forward, ahead of it's time, there's that which comes around & goes around as a jerk
Decades roll on from one to ten & where the hell are we?  Covered up & pullin' a sharp knife.

Matter and form had nothing on me before my pa & ma merged me into One, as I am a unit
Multitudes are duplicated and continue to strive while some have yet to be conceived, all of It
Drunk on the smoke and high on the booze, it gives the essence of the Truth some kick, boom
Droppped a bomb on me & you, told us we're on our own, to be or not to be a witch's broom.

Squeezing the life out of the stardirt, mixing the water and wine with the doomed star ashes
Yields players of existence & meloncholy sounds of key A flat to G sharp ad infinitum caches
Before the beginning there's no record of things & at end there'll be nothing but farm chores
Analogy of the twilight zone's surrepitious repitition of the reruns and repeats of the scores.

In Time & Space's social communication twixt Katy, Peg & Dr. Wu, blown friend-enemy chitt
Be the way anyone can be who fades away, gravity sucks, ultimate goal of life, dust in orbit
Around in a circle or an elipse 'bout a burning gravitational collapse, a boogaloo mind blower
Zombies out & in, strike pitch zone of twilight, twisted into a creature comfort, a tulip striker.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Lundi, May XXXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST
{ Cast aspersions above while jammin' to @SteelyDan #TheVeryBestOf on youTube @ https://youtu.be/d7PsHS_vixU & @ElectricMountain #AtLastEverything @ https://youtu.be/5VNN7Fow75A & #MemorialDayTribute @ https://youtu.be/85FlA8fXUCU }
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