#TuesdaysGone @AlreadyGone #HowLongGoneYouGonnaBe #MakinLoveInSlowMoShunBaby #DIG #OneHeartbeatAtATime #MASH

ROLLED WITH M.A.S.H.’S COVERED WAGONS, A CUBED CIRCLE KINK

In no uncertain terms, the conclusions are indubitable without a reasonable doubt

Of course, inferences regarding the truth or falsity of any statement are inevitable

There is nothing else to do other than pass judgement on the innocent who shuffle

Uptown or downtown gone to the high end of the court, rose up from the ash trifle.

Performing the art’s work is secondary to becoming an immortal name after death

Looking in through the out door probably won’t escalate temptations of Eve’s Stith

With your permission I’d appreciate the cooperation of your friends & family to be

One with Many, either many for The One & only one for me or salute a finite scree.

All of It is all one way or another, seriously a comedy and a tragedy simultaneously

Blond or brunette, shades of black and blue haired elder folk, can a babushka sing

It’s OK even if you’re baldly sour on shaved skin without the follicular immortality

Freedom intuition of slaves in a Time Machine, 3D chess mate queen, mate a king.

Now then, getting’ down to the eleven year young brass tacks, you’re old enough so

Here it is in a nutshell, the hull is cracked & the center’s exposed, eggs are fish roe

Boats and ships, floating, diving, flying into space, warping the zone into a matrix

Of vermin and human kinds that keep the secrets of 1 unknown in darkness’ kicks.

You’ll get yours eventually, karma will take care of that, you have no say in the Sin

It’s original, before you’re ever conceived or able to disobey laws & rules of my kin

By the products produced from the natural resources of a twirling particle of dust

Hair of the dog sheds and the soul’s canine can be found, God dog, backward rust.

Simply all too human for hominids, gorillas to the chimps, monks, men devolved

Or maybe it was always exactly like this and Charles Darwin had imagination hid

All in the fossilized history of the buried stone & bone, scratched cave wall slated

Wondering what in the world was going on then, which was their now, ape hated.

Funk enough for all of the freaks and finks who grew out of the petri dish of a god

Left the ignorant fools to rule the roost, like a vision fading into black, silly hotrod

Ugly as I turned into the Beautiful without any labor pains, a slip-sliding away too

Chance for change on the horizon, bustin’ open the casket & the urn, I ain’t no fool.

Thunder and lightning on the road or back home inside the inner sanctum’s cave

Backstreets ridin’ in my backseat and sippin’ Margaritas, slow-motion cruise Save

They got us home & tucked us in, warned us for the first & last time, obey a moose

Chief of Bull Winkle, me, myself or I, a #Goofy bum rush for the cryin’ royal blues.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, February 1st, 2022 Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Jammed in a strait jacket to take me away, I ain’t gonna fake it, jammed to @VanMorrison #SometimesWeCry in a loop @ https://youtu.be/LqkrGPEdt34 }

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