#Chicago @CHICAGO #YouDontKnowLikeIKnow #JackDaniels #MavisStaples @EricChurch @BobDylan

WHO'S THE HO ON JACK DANIELS, FOO WITH NO NAME

You believe what you've been able to interpret from the environment, orphans also

Nobody gets out of this alive, whether it's a zygote or old woman or planetary orbit

On the one hand there's life & on the other there's death, one requires the other too

Isolate the problem to solve it by dreaming in living color, as intended by God's crew.

Stones' perfect timing of the rocks left over by the Big Bang's burn in fantastic lust

Fake news of mortal Forms, viral germs evolved into peacemakers' mad hunter skills

Mad search for the Substance, about the things themselves, conceptual analysis' kills

Everything from the stars and the Space of infinity all around everyone of us, it's dust.

Brewed until ready to drink to get drunk, distilled grain, flowered bud, stayin' alive

Need to be above the ground of being's dirty starlit hunk of purple people microdots

Begin with innocence, never lost nor won, a hunk of matter taught to stay in the hive

Needs & wants taken care of until the drone stage emerges, if not little queen robots.

Watchin' and listenin', seeing and hearing it all, doing it all, useful idiot of the jive

From the ABC's to the numbers zero to ten, Time & Space acquire status to arrive

Through the mother's holy body, the zygote knows symbiotic notions, they vanish

Into the nights and the days of the coasts, lakes, rivers & mountains of pine & fish.

All of the mysteries come to light in the process, sawin' the fiddle is all you can get

When you got a band of banjos and bongos, you take the gold fiddle & saw the threat

Up & down the scales, escalating gradually increasing to fast until the Ends & it's over

Compared to the anomoly you're the same, like two peas in a pod, got no back cover.

You've got to go through all of the canals, it's a food thing, cooked or raw, eat it all

Carrying your water and your weight is all I have to do, it's my mission in life's fall

Foreknowledge that most of the species on this ol' Rock have no clue of #TheScience

It's of matter & of form, indisputable fact, we exist and there's no reason in a sense.

Once the empty entrails have succomed to the summons to atrophy, it's all over it

Clean-up on aisle 5, bring mops, paper towels & your gag reflex 'cause you're split

In two, then four in geometric progression, in harmony like the planets trip about

One sun, holy and hot, makin' plants photosynthesize green, forced twister shout.

All is not too human but just human enough to be dangerous, a fireman's grandson!

Seeing hot flames of the fire on all seven continents condensed into a Mind, it's done

Lunar whole that used to be cost you, due to Falls from heavenly grace & holy waters

Bums & junk phantasms of asexual healing, all in the family, ends of all the daughters.

No more monkeys to birth and teach the skills of aping the routine of staying alive

Consuming the living after it's dead, the way of carnivore and herbivore who adapted

To the Earth's gases' temperature that forms the liquid and the solid things to derive

One philosophy of life, breathe in & breathe out, energy, BE grateful, #EatTheDead!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, May XXIst, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 888 AMPST

{ Internet is DOWN, had to do this acapelo, but I would have jammed to #TheGratefulDead link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pZPJ_VN3Iis }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PeriodOfEras #BurningIce & #FreezingFire #COSMOS @sagan

 SILLY GOOSE IN BLACK-FACE, HOLY MASS OF SPACE, DIRTY BIRD DOOMED FLOCK

Sevens rolled when elevens were seen by all except for the One, it's always about every lover

Not many just the One, a universal deep down inside of Nothing in particular, secret generals

All ordering the movement of idiots and morons who follow the herd of stinkin' & stunk over

A cliff by the edge of the coastal water, ends the Earth for us all, holy watershed, sacred Seals.

Apes and worms merge into this last detail on the final list of things to do, things to see, #Me2

Literally on the day you die, you are spent and have nothing left to acquire from flying undead

208 bones of spirits who got head to ten toes, no survival of death, even for the fit, all's askew

Continental drift of germs' dirty floors, unmopped, unswept, unswabbed deck & ghostly head.

Plums and road apples for every boy and girl lookin' to help their parents' extinction of species

Walking and then dying without any process other than deterioration and dissolution into Air

Gas both hard and liquid, different forms of the same thing, a thing itself in a vacuum, Minded

No way to know your ignorance, it's all yours & for your eyes only, subject, object, predicated.

Mother goose said it all & I wrote it down for minions to hear & disregard, a 3 strike box bust

Four balls out of the strike zone, shoulder to knees, an inch off of the home plate, knuckle ball

I catch, throw & I hit the ball with or without the good wood from pine & oak, all leftover dust

Bizarre & so grotesque as the monkeys flew across a dark cave's ceiling, disappeared in a wall.

Been everywhere & done everything although you don't believe what I'm sayin', dog's done!

Spent too much time in the warm oven waitin' to hatch when it was too late, daughter & son

Chewed the little ones and began from the egg & the gamete, a Thing itself divides the 7's Up

Cocksure of the conclusions, deduced out of the blue on black, ink on a page's reblow hubub.

No brain and no mind inside of a virus or a bacteria although without them, Nothing survives

Extinction of the love and hate streams of consciousness on a web of internet function's jives

Punks and young, toothless human beings without homes, without rivers that run through us

Blinded by lights, sightless light in Darkness' hole, a fast lane's trippin' Eagle on a magical bus.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, May XXth, MMXXII Anno Domini at 711 AMPST

{ Simple minded #BlackHole on common ground, while I dabbled in the @Eagles flight in the #AudiophiledMaoists vacuum soul-portal @ https://youtu.be/MJL4EymEa9o }

F I N I S
F U B A R
F U N K  I N  M O T I O N
W.W.A.R.D.?

#GravitationalCollapse #WorldWideSuckSound

OLD SAYINGS, WORDS OF A FOOL'S EMPTY VOID

Silver lining of the golden geese who laid empty bird shells, all that there

In the pink and the deep blues where only angels fear to go, trippin' fear

You and I know the same things in different languages taught by old folks

All of them dead much earlier or later than us, we survive humane jerks.

Now on with your own journey to the Ends of your conscious awareness

The day you die is a momentary lapse of rational thought, innocent rest

From the First Cause's Unmoved Mover syndrome, divine God complex

Immortal mortals with skin and bones that walk, run, fly and to have sex.

Maybe for nothing or something that's not clearly the finale of a hit play

Bull's eye aimed at and hit in the center of the target, home runs of a boy

Out the park over left-center & right field fences, 2 homers, switchhit too

Juiced bat with taped grip, got hit 40 times, pitched a few balls to review.

Early birds catch worms & the snowbirds snatch those tasty worm flow

From the holy mud downunder our footholds, matter, Time, Space & me

We all are in the same proverbial boat, like it or not, you're not gonna go

When you turn the switch ON & you see nothing igniting, repeat let it be.

Screaming bloody murder on a bloody Sunday will raise eyebrows a bit

Silence required to fill in the spots between noise & chaos' orgasmic hit

Base, double, triple, homer, walk or sacrificial flies in cosmic, soup stew

Mints of green color, spear or winter twix all whitey's red, black & blue.

Birds of a feather flock together & the same holds for apes' loaded glocks

Most species on Earth don't have a species-wide WAR, this world's droid

Killing the threats, absorbing the ways and means to increase the g-flocks

Supernova the result in One Singularity's Black Hole, be a Zero, The Void.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  May XIXth, MMXXII @ 1500 hours PST

{ Produced while out of production of baby formula, so I made it myself, water and baby geritol, orange flavored link @ https://www.amazon.com/Pack-Haliborange-Toddler-Liquid-BUNDLE/dp/B00URRDTZY/ref=asc_df_B00URRDTZY/?tag=hyprod-20&linkCode=df0&hvadid=510945040761&hvpos=&hvnetw=g&hvrand=341185328418344582&hvpone=&hvptwo=&hvqmt=&hvdev=c&hvdvcmdl=&hvlocint=&hvlocphy=9032550&hvtargid=pla-1263221967245&psc=1 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SUPERNATURALLYours #MoneyFoNothin' #GimmeSomeWater #GoToChurch @Eric_Church

LOVE LIGHTS OF TOOTS' TWEETS & ZEN CHERRIES

Sharks in the water whether you like it or not, feel the spirit leakin' into God afar

Old man was a younger version of this and that there, fait au complet & aurevoir

System's gone too far to catch up to the end of bliss' lines, fools to infinitely fear

Or less but also either way, it's neither above nor below, I am no hero down here.

Sheep flock around the shephard for no reason, just to find the end of the end zone

A twilight between absolute darkness in a penumbra and angelic starlight, I'm ash

Withstanding no heat past 100 degrees for very long, I'm a wimp for holy water too

Streaming forth out of nowhere, here when I got here & here when I'm gone, no foo.

Out of this world's extraterrestrial units come & go for no reason other than mayhem

All there is can be put into a single thimble if you squeeze it just a taste, a byte of REM

Slip into darkness' dramatic dream within a dream and see the thing as it always was

Just like you & me, a thing moving around, back and forth and bottoming out in fuzz.

Tinker toys and Erector sets on the one hand, musician, boy scout, paperboy, a flyboy

It all comes down to this, no matter what the subject & object happen to be, it's a toy

Always, every day and night, on a roll from east to west, wobbling south to norte high

Among us both the good, the bad and most ugly beyond description, a sewer, NOW fly!

In excess of having total access to the entire shebang of matter, a key, invisible to you

Until the dawn sets upon your conscious self to maintain the line of defense against US

Angels aren't the thing, it's the creator of the things that's the problem, bad & beggin'

It's not personal, I don't care what a creator appears to be, I've got the love lights on.

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r j j  stephan, i

c. Mercredi, May XVIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 PMPST

{ Jammed in silence with noiseproof headphones but would have listened to something or nothing if I could have, I would have, hell, I should have gone to bed!   but ... I would have played some @EddieMoney #GimmeSomeWater like this @ https://youtu.be/lsYndo1NslE }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SomethinBoutATruckAndAGirlInARedSunDress #YeahYouGotItNow #RollWithMeBaby!!! #TheHeavy & my 1969 Charger 440 magnum

   

#NoLostTouch #SlippedAwaySlipperySlope #ShoNuffGroovinNowYall

ABOVE & BELOW GOLD & MOM'S DARKASS PARADISE BLUES

ssssssssssRJSssssssssssss

I am not who I was the day I was born, the moment I was conceived was a far out close-up

Of this human, this man, this person, this atomic conglomeration of DNA, pure evil in a cup

Whiskey, Rye, Scotch and Beer all for One and One for all, that's Justice, it's a ham sandwich

A local bartender set up the cream of the dream, 7 shots in the darkness at the edge of Itch.

Once scratched that itch felt like it needed another touch or two, for a shitz and giggles sign

Nothing else left over from the past history 'fore I arrived into this fixed mix, grew braids fine

Blown gaskets got too hot to keep contained in the holy temple of the white boys' combo fee

Created this all from Nothing makes sense now, from nothing you leave nothing, it's victory!

Chain lightening and the white lightening that goes hand in hand, for Love and Faith's smoke

Gone functional to the sums of it all, every tiny atom, compiled to be a planet's original Oak

It's more important than your breath goin' in and out fo you lungs, I recalled a memory I lost

It's no wonder I had a chip on my shoulder, imperative that my obedience to law's high cost.

A dollar to a dime it's a roll of the die, sevens or elevens will get you & I even with the house

Nobody ever wins and beats the House, odds are you'll never be the one who wins the joust

Against the living Evil forces that want to see you dead and buried or lost without any trace

You & I know, we all know what the story is, it's here and now, wrote all over your Hot face.

Too many men and women in the world, need of contraception of the third kind, a die hard

Never gonna drop a dime on humans due to some bullet holes in my back, as I flipped a bird

Written to bare my spiritual physics in an #Omnichronic matrix, company party of One's flock

Holy coffee grounds, sippin' ale, Jack & Coke, all for a monkey trick, roll me a stiff metal glock.

Magazine loaded and read covert to overt and back to the finish line, where mothers don't go

Have no guns, no knives, just sticks and stones to fight the good fight of abused & saved souls

All of the children and siblings of the mothers who banged a father into a mercurial afterbirth

Kissed ground, as I alit the 727 All Star of valiant warriors, mighty chief I am, one God's Earth.

Solar power let it all go downhill and sunk the matter to the grave of Singularity, a blacker ho

Papa rolled the stone away from the holy grounds' cave entry, darkness and the ending blow

Punched, kicked, scratched, poked, gunned, knifed, cut into smithereens, blown rubber soul

Stretched to the finite zeroed out nullification, where nobody gets out alive, let's rock & roll!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Tuesday, May XVIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini

{ Jammed while listenin' to the #RollWithIt of @Stevie_Winwood link @ https://youtu.be/u_vkKozA8OI #JustTrippin'& @KipMoore #Somethin''BoutATruck link @ https://youtu.be/3YfNFR6gh2E }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BlinkEightyThree #ComeOnAndDance y'all! #SwingTownDown #KeepOnRockinMeBabyDoll

JUNGLE LOVE, ONE HAPPY MARRIAGE OF YIN & YANG FOR FORTY REVOLUTIONS

WE BE ROLLIN' PLAYERS, @2PAC #THUGS, JACKED UP DOGS TRIPPIN'

God's all be damned monkeys couldn't hang long enough, apeskin RNA/DNA marrow

Skinny boys gang bangin' for the sake of the crippled blood runnin' deep to yo' mamas

Brothers and sisters not knowin' anything but the #Punch or the #Hit, all they gon' see

Penitentiary underground flow for apes even deeper inside, jumpin' jack, apt monkey.

Seeing while blinded by the light is impossible but I'm doin' it right now anyway, Holes

Done in & still in the game waitin' for the inevitable climax of the blackness, unlit scat

Rules of the games on the roads to perdition, it's a final end for a surprise conceptions

Of the signals and signatures to sign your life over to the Man, the Woman, the Ends.

Player or just a spectator, maybe without any referee to keep the peace, it means Sin

Scandal meaning everybody is shocked about the behavior they all covet, y'all be Ho's

Hoho whitey, one that's wide open with no rock starlight, just there for the party gin

Third grade on up to the seniorhood of the high and low schools of 'hood dust bowls.

Bustin' rhyme for reasons unknown to the present or the past, it's all for future shocks

Innocent minds free from the bacteria & viruses of their parental guidance commands

It's never, ever in your time on Earth going to be copastetic, #B, a #Struggle I am all in

First to last breath, I'm captain of dreamin' the Ends, the Alpha-Omega Thing Itself sin.

Rebel or compliant to make the feeling inside of the mean meat and 208 bone chumps

You know it's all about you, your mama & papa told you 'bout cool facts of life trumps

I got nothing but what I came here with at that conception of love or rape, all talk raps

Milk and the dirty water soup, got drunk and high by eight, had 7 peacemakers & Daps.

Junkies & bums up & down the boulevards & avenues where I saw each & every blow

Broken arrows and hearts of stone shattered into smitherreens, empty holes of a God

Singularity is too far to see but it's right there waitin' for a gravitational collapse bang

Quick sand just not fast enough to catch my bones in the middle, sinking of thee I sang.

Three, two, one middle finger up just one last time, you give up the ghost's past time

Reincarnate a soul no more, it's all over when it's over, scapegoats or sweathog slime

He and she dwelt among us apes who ruled this planet, 3rd stone away from the One

Sun above stays hot as the place you never wanna go, you turn to empty ash, "I RUN!"

It comes from bulls not canine or feline, it's why there's hamburgers, thank bull sperm

You get nothing burgers at the King or the old MacDonald's farm, no EE II EE II OO term

Eventually the herbivores & carnivores get together for a BBQ, son of a dirty mom dog

Deadbeat fathers of our ancestors ran wild 'til they died of being morons in a holy fog.

Cut to the chase and everything is gone, there's no light, no stars, no life, no Earth hog

Eating everything, being self-consumed by calling in favors with the Word of Gods blog

Apes without the hair to keep warm, using colors to signify the rhymes of painted lips

Only two flappin' in the wind, misunderstood from the meaning, your gibberishly tips.

Full & still filling the top with a liquid it can't hold, it's overflow down, drone christian

Asphalt, tar or reddish black dirt, the remnant of the Big Bang's cold cuts, leftover lies

Bought & sold the wares of the bands of yoyo's in charge of the passin' out on Slo Gins

God bandit saints on front streets, whitey/nigger stolen valor, players way above skies.

Rockin' & shakin' the boat until the fruit fell down to the ground, victor got fool spoils

In the end the light fades, it goes out of you & back to the future where it always boils

In the middle of the Sun, in California, deep in the heart, in the soul, in the sacrament

All in before you drop your hand, stay & call the bluff, slap the shot in smack godsent.

Tulips or roses bow down to the Word, as it slips out my mouth, lips closed on fatties

Compare the fame and glory to the silence of Gold, a quitude ahead & behind all seas

Of men and fish in the race from the sea to tree tops growin' out the red & black dirts

Stay Classy, don't settle #CALI or y'all, whatever, @2pac alive to die, #PoppinHurts!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, May XVI, MMXXii @ Half Past High Noon

{ If you make cash $$ on this, you can wait for Pigs to Fly 'fore you ever can duplicate this feat of #AllEyesOnMe by @TupacAmaruShakur @Makaveli link @ https://youtu.be/QgADsQqcKUs }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?