Suds & Soda to Rock Your World's @Gov'tMule #BackToMotherEarth @Gov'tMule R&R

WHO KNEW THE ENDS WOULD BE A SNORT, GTF OFF THE ROCKY ROADS

Feeling the tastes of the killers who create the forms and material you see, chords of Sky

Up and down the scales that call the angels back down to the ground from up on the high

Where they fly as they disappear into the twilight zone, running it all out until it's all done's

Intent to redeem the failure of the hits and misses that fired from the gunpowdered guns.

Give the drink and food away for free, it'll kill you eventually in the end, just because it is

Right there since the teats got stuck into your lips, after the diapers and schools of Knocks

They were both hard ones and soft nudges that moved me away from the source of OZ

Bums and junkies havin' their periodicals and articles published on Skid Road's wine buzz.

Boredom AKA ennui of the all too human, frail skulls and other 20 bones of the framed ego

Just in case you need to know if you're asked, there's no way in hell to set foot in 7th heaven

It's not where I left it back in the day afore my Con conception of gettin' over on a thin dime

Ten cents in my pocket before I had a lick of sense, spent it on cokes and bubble gum slime.

The flight of your mother's egg from her filopian tube is like bringin' riffs down from cloud 9

Circumstances of the causes and effects that came before you and will come after a goal line

Sick of the health inside and out of the diseased monkeys swingin' through the bush & sand

Apes and apples in the garden of Eden, all you can say is WTF over, have faith, God's no man!

Down in the womb's room, prayers for the health and mortal birth of a thought in divine mind

It's gonna be gone before you know it so enjoy the moment, could be a tomorrow, you'll find

In the center of the darkest place you know, a diamond shines the light of the deepest mine

Gone fishin' and never going to the middle of the ocean where the mighty have fallen in line.

On ships at sea, sunk by the holes in the wood and metal from Earth's mantle of Rock & Roll

Free to the ones who seek it and a high cost for the ones who need to fire up a toilet's bowl

Smokin' the stems, the seeds, the flowers and the whole shebang, it's a creation of my God

What I am is what I am is what you are or what, you cannot be what you're not The Hot Rod.

Angels born in a void of everything you know, what you don't know that it's a reincarnate Id

Ego of destiny to run the numbers and the streets until the Super Ego ruptures it's old s#-IT

Jello smokin' in the oven, turnkey operation to make the Evil reverse into the Live, God vault

Babies and their great grand-parents let the ones in between do the work, it's all their fault.

Trees bear the fruit eaten in Paradise, it ain't my fault I got hungry for being The Great One

Everything imagined could be the product of the imagination of an unknown 'X', a God's son

Grim reaper cancelling the Savior's attempt to cancel the Father's sentence to eternal Halls

Drivers and riders atrophy, all get there at the same time, a Black Hole intro, sucking 8balls.

Play on the stage, acting like a star or a role player in the game of Strategy & Monopoly scat

It's a finale we're all after because we had an origin, if we were immortal, we'd not die so FAT

Bones moved and then they got pulverized by the crush of nature's dark-side romp of an ID

Came down a fillopian tube on a journey from nowhere to nowhere, a cycle of ape humanity.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, June XVIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 PMPST

{ Jammed this while trackin' @GovtMule 1994 concert in @Wetlands, NY  ... i LOST MY COOLE LAST NIGHT WHEN ME & MY HONEY saw them last night in Reno, NV but here's THE MULE from 1994 @ https://youtu.be/rbaBTpmydb8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PlanetThree #NothingFromNothing #LeavesNothing #GlassHouseShatter @WARtheBand & @TheBlackKeys

 

SOME PEOPLE JUST NEVER KNOW, SOME KNOW & FORGET, SOME PEOPLE PHUQITALLUP!

Gods don't live here any more, they got out of here alive

Only the good die young and only the evil live in the jive

Monkeys seeing what all of the monkeys are doing, clues

Copy the cats doin' what they do 'cause you paid the dues.

Last time in Space for the immortal reincarnates, it's all over

Long time to be acting as if the End means chit to a lover

Who comes and goes with the wind, like a wisp of willow

Brought sliding into home's base, the pentagram shape low.

Runs, hits and errors, hit the ball, throw the ball, catch the ball

Then it's a matter of three strikes to be out, nine innings to pitch

Philosophers think but can't play, can't catch, hit, can't run a lap

Pinch hitting for clean-up batter in the last half of the ninth, snap!

Bases were loaded and the bags were clean after the 400 foot fly

Slowly trotting the diamond, soaking in the final trip up in the sky

Warning signals, lights, bells, whistles star spangled bangs twice

Drank my Kool-aide sugar babies, 'til Hot air melted my Cold ice.

Certainly your form and my shape have a mitigated circumstance

We have slipped into the light of the darkness, unknown as ants

Below or above the things that become old and die of worn parts

Wings of angels don't get on the backs of all too humane pharts.

Idiots serving the volley for games, set & point, 30 love, set too

A match, bunched white or black trash, silly and confident blue

Sad that it's all alone you gotta be, knowing the facts nobody can

Live beyond the breath you can't hold, more than a second too.

Heartbeat stops the animated on a dime, unmoved, used to move

Stench of the rotting DNA, out of water, underground in a groove

You're #Woke, immersed your Ego in gods of blind faith, in a Man

You believe it's all going to be alright, next minute chit hits a fan.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, June XVIth, MMXXII  Anno Domini

{ Broke this out the corral while listenin' to @TheBlackKeys #DropoutBoogie 2022 link @ https://youtu.be/9249ehtluos }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TEQUILA @SANTANA @LosLonelyboys #EsseneBiogenicFate #UFO IS #IFO #SPRINGSTEEN #HILTON #CheechAndChong

@PARIS_HILTON.org

ATTENTION:  ATTENTION PLEASE?

Utter nonsense coming out of the mouths of babes in a dark wood

I see nothing but a target of desire, collars shockin' for stampfood

Going in and out of consciousness' coma of sub-conscious duties

Programmed by ape-codes & commands, a marxist bastard breeze.

What happens to the orphans without heritage?  Turn a page, Her

I'm The One all the way to the ends of Time's Space, no showbiz

The One that matters, holy liver's awash in crypto slo-gin fizz

Gas-Air that the sun of a solar system left over in a dumpster.

Move, animate mockable humanity all becomin' barefoot, no socks

Idiots and morons raised by their heritage of cro-magnon poprocks

Boulders to pebbles conglomerated into home sweet home of truck

Of blue, black & bull-bear market colors I can't buy, you all do suck!

Bow to power upon a throne you'll never see, Nothing but a subatomic flake

Obey the 10 or 20 commandments,avoid incarceration, swimmin' with #Fish

99 cent an hour to break rocks 'round Folsom Prison's deep, darkest lake

Where God's foolish dump is, dirty graves of gravity, morons'mud in a dish.

Vows broken have no penalty like life in prison or death by H2O & pass gas

Therefore, the End's coming before an Infinite Omega, I will or I won't pass

Don't want or need it, gravity's havin' it, gods' One way, No way, sucks man

Gravity's graves on a trouble hook in violation of being cool, all too human.

Be One future, WOKE moments cannibalize gods' damn hell, do it, wink-wink

Dream alive by hook or crook, you're certain to croak by extinction of a fink

Malcontented & in charge of hothand guns of idiot savants, I am like, OMG

Ready Dogs, Screamin' Mimi's of a pre-conceived notion, y'all are dead 'G'!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Wednesday, 6-15-2022 Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Drafted jammin' to #KISS #TheArtist @https://youtu.be/CkrT9u7ms1c }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhatTheHellIsHeavenDoinUpThere? #WhyBlackIsBlue @KennyWayneSheperd

DEGREE IN FLAG FUNK FROM FINK UNIVERSITY, PhD LOVE OF WISDOM

Settle down for a moment before you strike out as a sidewinder in a maze's rooster cage

Wander around the quad on the campus forever as a spirit in the night out of a red rage

Monkey shines repeated enough to pretend as if it's The Only Way to be or not, brother

Miracles and just the fairly normal causes and effects that transform energy and matter.

Fill in the blanks on a multiple choice exam, there's two essay questions to answer yo' mama

Gimme some more milk and let me hide behind your apron strings, it's all worse than obama

Atoms broken in two, split personality inanimate objects serving mankind to racoon critters

Cowburger muscle burgers for One, miracles happen & are forgotten, nothing really matters.

Bearing children legitimate or Ill becomes the only way for One species to survive extinction

Making the seeded wombs bear the fruit of the loom is important, raising the spectre of sin

Obey whose rules & regulations, laws & commands of an unknown divinity, above my soul

Culture of the civilized and the behavior of the prehistoric hominid collide, got a rock to roll.

Faith in nothing, belief in only the impossible to know, it's the nature of the beast, All of It

When you die, someday, then you'll know if radicalism is old or new, it's the catalyst of chit

Winning is everything if you believe it, losing is nothing anybody wants to be doing, be free

Of the guilt and paying back debts that aren't your own, annhilate guilty pleasure, you'll see.

Order of the small to the large begins as conception and birth lead the way to enculturation

What you will be is what those who won't be alive on Earth, extinct is the word, dead, gone

Enough of the Truth that hurt everyone you've told them to hold their tongues, they sting

If you wait long enough, either you'll die or wonder why you didn't, no choice, no big thing.

Races up and down the city streets, busted by the cops, released by the judges who rule

Spaces all around the mud, the blood and the beer for no good, bad or ugly reason, fool

Stuck up like the pretty girls runnin' the block like their daddies used to, thing dyed red

Gangs' boys turned to mobs' girls to foster the unhealthy, the tour d'force all of it, dead.

Binary brain, right and left hemispheres each full of their own retrievable data, climax form

Cause of the First Cause has no validity, failure to cause an improbable effect of a dirt worm

Down to the bottomless maelstrom you go, lookin' for the trouble you've imagined a radish

Where my venom is not present, that's where I am now, near already gone, all I do is vanish.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, June XIVth, MMXXII  Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST

{ Safe!  Your foot was off the bag!  Drafted while listenin' to @TheNewRadicals #SomedayWellKnow link @ https://youtu.be/bDmA8qQKhMY & #YouGetWhatYouGive @ https://youtu.be/DL7-CKirWZE }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#KillKKillers #ShakeHerToHerStuds #BlackIcedACDC #FatalityCats

EXTINCT SAM I AM, ecstasy run-away train, MAN

I won't allow the loose lips that sink ships to tell the whole truth & nothing but the Truth

Lies that sound like the truth to the analytical mind are simply making assumptions to view

The induced or deduced statements which follow the pattern of logic and reason for proof

That you'll completely dissolve into cosmic stew when your body is rockin' the hot, tin roof.

Monks in the caves and monkeys in jungles' trees, eating, drinking & family herds of punks

On corners or at the hungout for food and drink nobody can afford, all of my big man dunks

Under the basket's rim or on a fast break tear from the half-court line, I forgot the hail Mary

Our father in heaven, I thought it was a fairy tale rather than an historic record, a stage saavy.

TNT segway from the peace to the war & back around to the peace, A-bombs away, it Is dark

From far, far away the beings not of this Earth can observe the atomic fission & fusion snark

Smartarse like my daddy said I was, said I had a big mouth, called my name to see all about it

Written on paper between lines, in horizontal order with a perfect left margin, twisted outfit.

Divine as it is above and below the Mason-Dixon line, a division to absolve you from a guilt

That you are the cause of anything that happens in front of your eyes lookin' under your kilt

Hardly in or out and barely around at all since I've died and left you the boss of the shebang

I won't be comin' back this way at all probably except in a fleeting memory of the Phuqing.

Seriously more than you know, the origin is not what you believe, what you think you are

Imagine empty vacuums of atomless molecules without charm, no love lost to God's hair

Fur you will leave in the hands of the trapper and hunter who thrive to cover naked Dix

Too freezing for the naked apes to thrive on the tundra, they need the equatorial tropics.

Monkey saw and monkey did the thing, repeating ad infinitum for the minions to watch

Like a Hollywood movie that reruns over again right after the credits to the produce batch

Bums and junkies end up the stars of the show, Broadway malfunction on the main stage

Peers of the twitter apes who hide down in the holes in tweets, doorways to my FB page.

Eager to come & go as you please, seventeen leads to twenty one 'fore you're all done, seer

Effects dovetail & become the conglomeration of what you think you are & why you're here

For the last time, it's the primate time 'fore extinction of the species, what it is or god-damn

Knowing this, believing, saying this out loud, lord, omega feat, you know, name's Sam & I Am.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, June XIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 PMPST

{ Created out of the Null & Void in a NYC minute, without YOU but FOR you while jammin' to @CurtisMayfield G-HIts link @ https://youtu.be/kGBfNC46qrY & @ACDC LIVE RIVERPLATE @ https://youtu.be/ZuureXcbddY }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Fire #Ice #DEADright #GodGoodEGads

THE SKY WEEPS, CANDYBAR CRY LIKE A BABY RUTH

Babies born on this planet's dirty rocks that roll around the sun's heater forever

Turn from nothing to dust and back again, forever without the reason's because

Company of One and a plethora of supporting actors and actresses, him or her

All the just causes of these aftereffects, Big Bangs, Booms & the ending whisper.

Hobos, junkies and their mothers who bore them this tragedy of life & megadeath

It's not just your own ending demise that comes into the picture, it's all the breath

Of gods who think that just because we think, that de facto, we exist, alive in Sins

Mortal and original though they may be, the dead men left the Word in Bookends.

Collected your cards & rare coins, your GIFs & unspent vacuum of NFTs on gods

Of the men's puppets on strings and vermin in cages, this thing itself, it is all It is

Think a second after you lose your conscious awareness forever, you know bloods

Related to the First & Last, alpha & the omega, Nothing is It, holy neighborhoods!

The game begins before you know it's a game, you find out after the play's begun

Reactions to causes of the effects you see, hear, taste, smell & feel, all just for fun

No reason or rhyme to the scenes that confront me, good luck to you, broken toys

Later. . .sweet girls & boys

I lived without you for a century, then for a millennia or two and I landed here, now

On my two feet & lucky enough to make it past the mean streets in alleys of cows

My folks never kicked me out, oh wait, yes they did, I couldn't obey commanders

So, from orders to defend the nation in South Korea to this day, all dead muthers.

For the good, the bad & especially the ugly I cannot pray to the empty unknown

Put a ring on it, the one that gave me The Finger, just for the Hades' overblown

Blowback from the blowjobs that were blown in the final period, win or lose, son

Mighty strong getting through hard times with only a scratch on you, on the run.

Dispatch you to the floor and dream of your parents wiping your moody face off

Not a game, not a joke yet it's a smidgeon humorous that, joke's on a jack's off

Earth spins, wobbles, scat happens at random, intentional cause, to be too high

Not here with the full compliments for the Big Dog, that'll be the day when I die!

Idiots, morons, geniuses and the corpses they all leave behind, graves in gravity

Monkeys, think apes without face hair, covered private parts roamin' 'round a city

Lonely streets and avenues without people, the dogs, cats, cars, busses & trucks

All vanished like the twilight zone turned real in front of my very eyes, surreal flux.

Coming near one last gasp, you never know what happens when It's over, caput

Predicting mouth agape, eyes wide open as if staring at a monster's canine roots

Chewing and swallowing you still alive and full of the soul's spirit, turn a Holy See

Floss teeth, chew gum, freshen breath for social intercourse, Goddess puppetry.

Survive as a thing, part of a species and DNA genome that really doesn't matter

If anything really mattered, the dead who preceded us would have gotten better

But they all died, we buried or burned them all, left their ashes to a second wind

Or locked 'em all in a three lock box to avoid the animal carcass destruction in tin.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, June XII, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Drafted while alive listenin' to @TheGratefulDead #PlayinInTheMexicanSand 5-5-2018 link @ https://youtu.be/2oZ16SCBAr8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?