#zippityDooDah #zippityEh? #BedSweetDreams #FortunateSon @AsburyPark @Springsteen

 

DRINKIN’ SON, DUSK 'TIL DAWN

It has always been my right to be wrong and I’ve got no other claims to Space fame
On this ball of rocky dirt, clay and magma shooting out the holy ground full of game
Help is never on its way, you’ll find out if you need it & it doesn’t come before you die
In Space’s heaven or down under in the Hades of the scared and feared, men on the fly.

Heroes and the kids they made in and out of wedlock that does nothing good or evil to me
Dead and gone without a peep, didn’t really care if you ever cared, you spilled my wine free
Crisp and clear, comprehended out of your father’s mind into my direct receptor, super queen
On the one hand, you and the conceptual analysis you’ve gleaned out of the matrix screen.

Brought you to the shopping mall that used to be the Sunset Strip where stars used to ride a bus
Above underground before they got burnt in the woods of the Holly, unarmed, with no full cup
Full of the impossible and the leftovers from Thanksgiving, cold an hungry no more for all of us
Boys and girls gave their love up for the comfort of knowing who has your backside covered up.

Rooms full of rumors & propaganda that tricky ones play on us, time to time we fall for a fight
Scores to keep us losers or winners in the game at the end, nobody is alive to celebrate at a summit
Perfectly unknown as the x in an equation for the solution the calculation conundrum, certain shyt
Hyperbolic exaggeration for the desired effect, shock & awe, a faked out psyche of Jesus insight.

In the darkness, there’s a reminder where you have arrived without any introduction, here it is then
Love and the longing for it is a mother & child thing for the unborn & their evolution into the living
Crying out of pain & suffering of being imprisoned in those lumps of 208 bones, some more has ten
Empty of concepts and the blues of the rhythm and rhyme comin’ down the pike or clear upstream.

I didn’t feel the spell, infused with come into my mind and body, snoopy dog just didn’t sign in at all
Weight gain changed the way I felt & looked at everything from things themselves to Sapiens people
Toxic beauty and the pretty beasts that run with the herd, for want of a better Time in Space’s seal
What I am is what you are but what the hell is that in this world, what you see is Cinderella’s bawl.

Blinding light cause my sight to fail, I like to stare at the burnin’ hot sun, that’s for certain too, fool
Home-runs hit and touchdowns scored the winning blows to keep both the teams Sugar to Nothing
Above it is the way it looks from down hear, downtown download of bizarre, incredible stills & vids
Screaming about streaming will show you’re ready for one evil entry, holy holes of a holy bird thing.

Being loved by you, my loving you, a self-made amazement of the soul, that’s the spirit of the foggy
Did I mention, I wanted and needed to be loved by you and your 500,000 cells of DNA I cannot see
When forever came and left in a new glimpse of a memory of what was to be for a bad old doggy
Full of the backs and half of the touchdown catchers and runners, naked and paying the Piper fee.

Blow the flute and make the melody trigger your teenage memory, it’s really that easy, like wow
Reruns all for the sake of being a bit forgetful due to an incapability of recollection, don’t give a rip
Because it’s a convenient position when you’re as ignorant as I am, as you were before you became

Triggered a humbug when you said Happiness, just like Justice was just a ham sandwich deli upslip.

March to a beat you can only feel since you’re blind as a bat, actually bats ain’t blind, I ain’t either
Pros and cons of every logical conclusion discussed & put their mud in a quick book entry of blather
Wages earned for events I got no control over, paid fun & games I provoked, rhymin’ rhythm relief
Winging it for the procurement of satisfaction every second of every day, no pain, pills for the chief!

Rats on the riverbeds or inside the deep sewer under the old town’s underground occurs in crypto
Words underwritten in code on the dirty walls you dusted 'til the Big Bang merged it back to zero
Yada yada talkin’ the walkin’ and spoonin’ for the minions’ opinions, can’t hold back the Truth lie
One ending, like it’s the gospel Truth, angels & devils all know it all, we’re all gonna die for 3.14 pi!

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, BLOWVEMBER XVIII^th     MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 911 PMPST

{ Kicked this trivia out the bottom of the backward upside-down, inside-out SDROW in & out of Time’s link on youTube #JerseyShore @BruceSpringsteen etal @ https://youtu.be/laWfvxKBCIE?si=gYbJnEEdHZeGbWUo }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#OnceUponATimeInTombstone #SantaClausOldLady #CheechAndChong #NickleAndDiminUntoDeathDoUsPartay #BlueHommeGroupie #HamburgerMidnight @LittleFEAT @ChrisStapleton

THIS IS A SUPER PUT-ON, CE LIVE, PLAY THE HARPO

Inside of a guilty conscience, there’s room for blame & obligation to the abnormal malfunctions of Man
Doom's megascroll of  humans who pretend to be divinity’s chosen ones, when they’re accidental Spam
Filing for bankruptcy when you’re a billionaire of God’s words, sacred fire of a slow burn, all yakity-yak
Funk’s pulling a steady stream out the matrix, flowing like a raging river through the canyon on a kayak.

Karen Johnson is who now? Just a chick out the Big Apple, she’s got nothing to do with icebergs or gold
Flew over the cuckoo’s nest with the rest of the senior class, we gleaned the welfare and food, got rolled
Bees in the hives, birds in the nests disappear first before the evolutionary extinction of scrambled eggs
One’s will to survive is strong in survivors & weak in the knees of birds of a feather, all flocking together.

Counting up or down fro the zeroes an ones, all signals of the cyberspace in an amorphous blob of goo
Mothers and fathers all knew the answers to the conundrums, nobody else could fathom the divine fool
How can you plan accidental collisions in a system’s universal Space between the Void’s ghostly minded
Peers you don’t know at all move the boogie woogie on the scales of A’s to G’s, flat, sharp or diminished.

The fix was always in before you made the bet, you had to guess which way the wind would blow in
Out of the East or West, the fact is that the frozen seven continents are adrift, world was all One then
Fully engulfed with the H2O when no land was above it all, dirt submersed in the drink, azure blue sea
On being alive or dead, neither above nor below, entering the Twilight Zone, I think you’re killin’ me.

Fine lines between two identical copies of an original sin, disobedience to a king, the berry rasp
Queen is a name for the world’s thrust into existence, free choice and will on the other hand, sir
Maybe it’s all an illusion of fog and mirrors playing tricks on your four eyes, astigmatic cornea fir
I will shoot you down without the bullets and you’ll be on the mend forever, until your last gasp.

Bums and junk filled needles all around the sidewalks of town from B Street to X avenue, son
On the boulevard between Chicago Avenue and Foster Avenue, crypto degree in physical sin
Mothers and fathers razing the homeless and hopeless, you are a fool for the city, simple mind
Bomb of the fizzle that puts the bam in the pop, you & I ain’t the spy vs. spy, we’re reassigned.

Hit the road Jack, don’t you come back whether you like it or not, this is it, be excommunicated
From the gods, from the God, from the Christ and the holy Saints and damned Sinners all dead
On high or on the down low, hit the bong, tap the pipe, you’re gonna die in the earthquake fire
Like this, like that, all you thought and saw with your eyes blinded by neon light, hot & cool sire.

Killing it with kindness to teach myself a lesson about how to do unto others as I’d have ‘em do
To me or anyone else on the planet, any human being from conception to death deserves the brew
Of men, mice and witches who have the spells and cast them abroad, far, far away from the reality
On this Earth or above the planetary dirt stratosphere in gravitational collapse to One singularity.

Remember when you were a child and teenager on the blocks of Chicago 1965-1969, you played
Dawn until dusk, daily concern for the blind, the deaf and the doom in your bronchial cough drop
Zest ain’t just a soap to clean your cellular structure, it’s the feeling of the soul, deep in the clouds
Where & when it’s all comin’ down, only you & I know, everyone else is in cover-up mode shroud.

Now if you’ll just walk this way & give me a kiss, it’ll put you right in front row’s starburst sang
To be or to go on forever or just a little while, all of it is good, nobody knows why this is all fine
Guesswork, assumptions, inductive conclusions which have validity until disproven by examples
Counter-intuitive as I am, end time will come after it begins to whimper, blue jeans’ a Big Bang.

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, Blovember XVIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 666 AMPST

{ Drafted out the window in my closed-captioned room while jammin’ to @BlueCheer @ https://youtu.be/pobv2ymqzak LIVE }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R D.?

#TooManyCatFishToFry #SuckScuzOutROCKLobsters #Rockplast #BlueCheer #SummertimeBLUES #FamilyGuyROCKlobsters

YOU GOTTA BE #WOKE EARLY IN THE AM/PM

Silver bells and golden chains ringing and banging at the dawn of heaven and Earth, for me & for you
What I know is nothing more than I’m alive & I’m gonna die but I don’t know why, I rejected saviors too
Nobody dead is gonna save me from my death, I don’t know about you, maybe you’re specially created
By the power that is Oneness in the middle of multiplicity, dreaming that you’re awake in the shebang.

Height and weight matters to the skull and bones that carry your load from here to there, whatever it is
It can’t be something that will ever happen again in my lifetime, not for me to know or to see all of this
Hate and love are the result of this Big Bang, the original G wandering in the middle of the Void’s nucleus
Right there in the middle of the bullseye, it’s all happening for the good of being an all too human fuss.

My oh my, the black swans are flyin’ in for the mating season, there’s a conflict with the comprehension
On the one hand there’s absolutely Nothing at all in the universe other than human beings, sons of gods
We’re let off here for a timely stop that pretends eternity is temporary yet it’s the final mark of the beast
Beast being what I am, what you are, what we all are, beasts of burden, carrying the dancing dream fest.

Only you know & I know, everyone else is out of the loop, downtown to the westside, angels fear to go
On an ‘L’ train or a subway, the CTA, the taxicabs, te rentals & the POVs all roll the people in a big show
All it is to be or not to be at One with the invisible, ignorant light burning our sun-star’s atoms, I’m a fan
Up unto and including the Black Hole & Singularity which theoretically exist in the minds of the human.

Walk after you scoot & crawl, getting up on two feet for a stumble upon two, four, six or eight leg whacks
On the perfect cement sidewalks, asphalt streets, boulevards & avenues lining the brick houses of Wax
Here’s the trick, four eyes wide open, scan a wavelength’s spectrum for frequencies, aliens of tricky Dicks
Now, over there & then, past or future, time ain’t on my side, it’s got no side, Time is tight, all 24/7 ticks.

Finale just like the moody blues’ leftovers, I will to be & boom, I am, I will not to be, can’t be plural, uno
Where I’ll be is wherever I may have been during my mom’s labor conception, time for a wet coitus, son
Pedal to the metal & two balls to the wall, I’ll win the race I didn’t know I was in Hell, down with the fool
Finale begone, keep it up for infinity, you’ve got Nothing better to do, Nothing, you will know what to do.

Support the weak with strength, let the good times roll, all night long up & down the bowling strikes 12
Ending a malfunction, no blind faith to share with natives of islands, or stuck on shore for this Shelf
It is the spirit of spinning Earth’s sand shelf puts us in the third eye blind controversy below & above
Yet it’s not unusual to recollect the last time in olden dazed showers, heyday’s pseudo-science ala love.

Hot and cold flashes to fill your waking life with the focus on pain, suffering, the end of the nine lives
That is the craziest thing about it all, you don’t know what you think you know, I believe in bar dives
To be there in a hurry with a dollar in my wallet and pure gold in the kit-n-caboodle, then I die in sleep
Darkness in caves that ran out of star light from the day’s & night’s respective climax, pretty girls’ faces.

She’s got no money, but she is so cute, I think I got lucky with my early life’s sacrifice and holy scat
Down with the speech, the Georgia peaches are the only ones my buddy in Florida can be in that
Full fools, working out with the cheap wine and knock-off brews, highlights are in my deep sleep
On my pillow’s satin casing, moving when I’m at rest, you will get what you get if it’s in the sheep.

They won’t let you die but you will regardless of your wish for a long, healthy life without a tide
Of waves movin’ in for a surf of waves unseen in SoCal, off of Malibu all the way to Big Sur’s slide
Of rocks and sand rollin’ off of the coast property, conquering the soil and innocent fauna to eat
Nimble and pivoting is easier than once thought, maybe twice or three times twelve, mega feat.

Terror & horror in a thimble, smoke screen out in front or in back, scream in a microphone’s fur
It’s hilarious and hella good, it’s hilafarious or something like that there, this here ain’t no disco
Time is moving second by second, minute by doobie brothers minute, super fine in spunk utero
Sixty times six equals the product, the force of one mind’s intent to materialize the will to power.

Military soldiers, marines, sailors & flyboyz will end the beginning of the inferior force rising up
Whipsaw the things in front of your eyes and drop in for a spell, sip the witch’s brew in a big cup
Deterrence works, you think you got magic but you don’t, yet you think you do, lies inside of chit
Your blind faith in leaders will get you killed; you know that right? Oh, you forget easily about it.

Here is the scourge, terror is a part of species extinction, scare the eggs out of being conceived
Then the panspermia doesn’t have an effect, scare the scat out of the young & continue the dead
Every byte of data within this Cosmos will be destroyed and deleted without retrieval possibility
In & out of the hamburger joint, animal style double-double & A.S. fries, chocolate shake for me.

Blown jobs between us all, there is a Will, then there’s a Way, Force of intent moves the male son
It builds DNA from within the invisible matrix, the exact code is not too human but a bit apelike too
To know you have to be first or last, but you must immerse your psychoanalysis notwithstanding It
Family is forever through this form of quality comm, understanding incomprehensible Revolution.

Civilian or military in a cultured society all put their shoes on the same way, every day one at a time
Weapon of choice is my Word, although you’re intelligent, won’t see it comin’ in stealth on a dime
Her needs are my desire, I have no other reason to be present here and now, it’s been fun, that’s all
Keepin’ it lit, the blunts burn, the mind blows, you’re in and you’re out, Magic of Adam & Eve, Fall!  

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, BLOWVEMBER Xth MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Jack’d this up while listenin’ to @Armstrong_GettyRadio on @650kste link @ https://kste.iheart.com/ }

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