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Thursday, December 08, 2022

#SoulessStripped #MyFineSweetThang #JailBreak #AllInTheNameOfLiberty #SixteenYears #LongNeckIceColdBeerNeverBrokeMyHeart

HERE COMES REASON & LOGIC FOR THE END OF TIME AND SPACE

Lovin’ little Gina in the closet where nobody but she and I would go to hide it away

Broken strokes of love and attachment to a notion of motion without a love potion

You know what I mean, you know where the pain and desire hide away, bring it down

Tell me no lies and I will tell you the Truth to you and your girlfriends, you’ll frown.

 

Meatheads and absolute idiotic morons who may have escaped a colony of copasetics

Everything everywhere is alright, alright, alrighty then, it’s all been about a mix of six

Nouns, verbs and the subjective objects of predication, keeping the orchestra playin’ It

Symphonic melodious lyrics to explain the acid and bread and butter, sewage & chit.

 

All of the groups of maids in a row, singin’ the songs that birds tweet to get the seats

Burnt up in a fire at the altar, praying to Jesus & God, Mary & Joseph to cast spells

Upon the natural order of things, Earth scenes of motion and friction, antithetic hells

Only in heaven, imagined without a skull or mind, nothing anywhere shootin’ skeets.

 

Bums, Philly junkies, Chicago monkeys, Houston senoritas makin’ new American kin

Of George and Abraham as well as the thousand others responsible for this trafficking

Human or nonhuman robotic assistance to accelerate annihilation of matter in a hole

No more spinning and wobbling in circles in perpetuity, guts all in a sock full of coal.

 

Bedrock or quicksand are both part of the whole, the rest is emptiness, a gaping void

Models of the formed matter put on the show for the audience, who covets the android

Not only are you right all of the time, I’m wrong all of the time, we’re even steven son

For the sake of reason, subjective occurrences happen, matter of fact, what I’ve done.

 

Every single person alive got scanned at conception & at nativity, 21 gun salute to it

Moves on down the line or climbin’ the holy hills higher than a box kite on a windy fit

Shreddin’ frets, jammin’ the beats down to the rollin’ rocks, bass & treble so terrible

Speak to the waving hand that shakes as terrible as any tremor from cow or holy bull.


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r j j  stephan, i

Freezember VIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 2008 hours the day AFTER Pearl Harbor Day 12-7-1941 #DayLivingInInfamyForver

{ Jammed out the darkness while listenin’ to @TheEagles concert recorded last week, here ya go, link @ https://youtu.be/ZIveizO8G6I & @RoyOrbison & #friends #OnlyTheLonely, #DreamBaby #PrettyWoman & link @  https://youtu.be/JCseJKNEZeE & @RickNelson #HITS @ https://youtu.be/1uR6pbfcrPQ }

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