Too Ra Lou Ra Lou Ra Lou Ra Lay #LayLadyLay #UnblendedMix

THIS IS GOING TO COST YOU IF YOU DESIRE HIGH CALIBRE MASONRY*

Hard balls, softer balls & all, any round thing of any round form’s appearance through eyeball’s that see
I care that I’m appearing as careless & confidence-free, this is my intent, to shred my intentions for free
It is not complicated, but nothing is simple either, it’s a balanced yin and yang required for survival’s fit
Without the even scale of living with leftovers from Thanksgiving, I still have the nuts and chocolate s#it.

By the by, cancer ain’t killin’ me that I know of although, I’m not immune to the damage of species’ DNA
I flow as I move, there’s no hesitation from the middle of the pack to the outcast reject as we all can say
Perfect zeroes, perhaps, perhaps, seen as anything but nothing at all, vacuumed atomic form, single void
Nothing at all from light to rancid outhouse dung, it’s a beauty & beast all too beautiful to be real, buoy.

Money in the bank, gold in the disguise of lead pots on a cauldron, too hip to be a square but I am One
Triangular & linear but never, ever a full cube, just the square man in a cult of personality all to have fun
Sparking the fire in a dry hole caused the rest of the flammables to ignite & participate in a blaze of porn
Five & Ten stores where you’re trained for the future turned to Woolworth’s & the 7-11 on corn popcorn.

Bastardized & bitched out ‘til the cows came home to the wrong corral, mooed all my pigs into singings
Early risen, farm and barn are clear once again, the farm ain’t for the workers who retired from this one
Labor both physical and mental as the output to exchange for the sustenance to resume a lying position
Clues given, dropped like breadcrumbs leading to Space in this place and time, flying to happy endings.

Forming strength to be silent with no word uttered through two lips & 32 teeth, A Moron’s wisdom igloo
Finale upcoming all the way from the opening Act #1 on the way to the epilogue to make you so GD blue
Purchasing the vintage wisdom that clears the troubled mind of the psycho-socio illusions of holy myths
In a deep pit of darkness, lawyers and doctors, mommies &daddies have no power, in corpse or ash urn.

Brought the mercy of the unforgiven and the unfortunate into the fold of the sheep herd, kill the gods
To lock in the control over the populus, the people who swarm in herds when they’re hooked up broods
Hive and cave, high or underground below the creep show on the planet’s surface, good and evil tailors
Animate sperm & egg souls, inherited from the original sin, rollin’ on today unto infinity, sail ye sailors!

Your shocks to the monkeys have an immediate effect, electrocuted the monster moving of electric Kools
Significant or not, accidental or intentional, nothing matters in the end, you and I die back in rock schools
Skipping no deduction from the illusions and delusions presented to the infant & the ancient, a her-man
You shocked the monkey, apes think and write thoughts by scratching on soft rocks, we edit alogrhythm.

I do fight dirtyish, throw elbows and if no other choice, pinching a nerve from head down, lock
And load the epicenter of where my mom & dad had instilled the avarice within my volcanic rock
Just pumice shooting for the stars when the heat in the oven becomes unbearable, I get a blow
Like the gold nuggets and flakes out of my sluice box, it’s easy money I can coppice out of H2O.

Solar power so capricious after the Big Bang, beneficent rock and roll down the freeway of love
Licentiously waking up every night and day as if you deserve this accidental collision of Above
Artifice of DNA making temporary seem permanent until the monkey gets shocked to end it all
No viceroy escapes the inevitable licentious behavior of Natural functions of Matter & Form fall.

Suffice it to say, the cornice around the ceiling’s edge was serviceable only by a surplice X g-spot
I know that oil helps the serviceable engines before they seize into melted, trees of the kumquat
There is no secret that the latticework is porous and slight light slips through the cracks of whacks
Punks here and now, there is one inside of me, my father told me so, glory to my front and back.

Fingers in the middle can be seen from quite far away, it means to stay away or come & get some
Thrilling free choice, to be or not to be, a slave or a free human without pending doom of a Bum
Nuts get cracked but they began as seeds, randomly blown into the ground of being, mud, bloody
Fight, live and die, for something or nothing, either way, it ends in a whimper, an ethereal nobody.

I called her my baby from 17 to 95 so my soul can’t be jealous, so skip that deadly sin, have mercy
If and only if you throw all your faith and trust in the unknown “x” factor, then you’ll see the light
Bright or ultraviolet as the case may be, well, land sakes pilgrims, I’ll be God’s damned of the deep
Where you had to go, where I’ve got to go, all of us man, we all gotta go, awaken from deep sleep.

You always knew what the thing itself was, you knew the substance and the form of a high psyche
It’s no Freudian slip to encounter Karl Jung & Carlos Castaneda on a moonshine night down Biloxi
Inferences get you to the induction just like the bibles and bullets got you there before here & now
Original indulgences for the kid killin’ the other kid because of mental retard-illness, glancin’ blow.

But anyways, no need to rehash the only important thing to take away from this gloomy scree, so
That’s alright with me mama, you don’t like how I speak to you, you believe it’s not the same to you
My opine don’t confront y’all, it’s a corroboration of the conflict of interest in the gist of the means
No failure if it needs to be rehashed or regenerate, just do it & then it’s all done, caput, cool beans!

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, BLOVEMBER XXIV, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 11:11 AMPST 

{ Crashed into the shed this AM & blurted this gem out of the psyche left-over from the @BigBang, link for youTube @ChrisStapleton @ https://youtu.be/eSdrlQotQ2Q?si=Cx9I-HvDiRZzcQNt & https://youtu.be/QrPWxW-pZjw?si=qckGLMp96pUWc41q #ThingsGoinOn @LynyrdSkynyrd https://youtu.be/WRFkIFL02Tg?si=V6u0DeCa3F1Lepkf  & #MyMaria @BWStephenson @ https://youtu.be/KBRoN4r5co0?si=0JdeQ-kD_iIr6bVV }

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W.W.A.R.D.?*

How Far Is Heaven Again?

DROP THE PEDAL TO THE METAL

Don’t even try to leave the deal without me in the middle of the freeway in your cherry red Chevrolet
Grieving good demigods who come and go in and out of here, the terrestrial function of oxidation’s bet
That humanity is merely a set in the domain, a function of the movement from Nothing to all the monies
It’s all about the mothers & daughters who looked at their choices & chose the One as sweet as honeys.

Hay ain’t only for horses like my mama used to say when I said hey hey, hey mama, you got to get down
Down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down and it’s no joke, fun don’t make you frown
Light from the sun, the flaming star that’s 93 million miles away from here I know it’s far, far away man
But it’s the way it is, the nearest to Milky Way is Andromeda and man, it’s spread out beyond sandmen.

Fear no darkness in any light blockage, it’s a temporary condition of infinite fools who fake bein’ bums
It’s an empty vacuum of knowledge without power for all who are fools drinkin’ whiskey & shotguns
Party of two or more means nothing at all to the One, indivisible & undivided by artificial cherry bombs
No jungle or city can contain the elements of their own nature, the void of everything I cannot avoid.

Race on the track, the strip or wherever the braggadocio occurs in the gang of twelve or less, a put-on
For the ones who become indoctrinated, part of the ticket is forgetting the boss is the six gun too legit
Or some modification of the caliber from .22 to .44, 30:06 to 270, all american & a little bit of every scat
Bite into the bitter tastes and leave all the good tastes behind your pitted teeth cavities, where they at?

Above and below the cavities of your mother and father, their grandparents came way long ago, 1800’s
Nineteenth century called the gold of my time, the Rush of the Forty Niners, oh back down the river buzz
Skippin’ some stones atop the surface of the Americano river, south fork goin’ down to or up here or not
What a Big Bang leftover on this speck of dust even God can’t see from a stealth throne unknown, robot.

I ain’t confused but you may be forever in a tailspin without any hope of pullin’ out for the safe landing
It ain’t anybody’s fault, it’s the luck of the draw, confidence in the con games that use the hype to sing
About a beauty & a beast meeting in the middle for a truce that nobody can afford, it’s all on cellphones
Crushed it 24/7, ruled it all, back in the day I threw a fit & the world freaked, feared stones & my bones.

Dominated the domination of the nation, nobody stepped in but bullies who fell over in a blown wind
Hurried yet on the target’s bullseyes as the GOATS always are when they wing it like they’re all listenin’
It’s all the Good, Evil and the Ugly ones who came from love and hate in a holy, dark womb of cavemen
Without which existence as Cro-Magnon/Australopithecine comin’ out of the dark, ain’t beyond them.

 
Celebrate life, be happy since it’s the highest good to be found here and now, you have my word
With that & a dime, you can order a mug of java from the greasy spoon at the truck stop’s herd
18 wheelers with cabovers and conventional tractors, flatbeds, trailers, refrigerator cooled food
For the minions who sit around, shoot the breeze, put words & matter together in the evil Good.

Deep end at the final gasp, no recollection of what you did or what you’re gonna do, all irretrievable
Repeat the same thing your ancestors did, they’re all dead now, why do you think it’s different now
In the sweet by & by, now it’s all gone, out of sight even for the 20/20 hindsight, bible burns True lies
Up in smoke, down with being buried deep down six feet under me, God’s headstone, a lord of flies!

by

r j j  stephan, i

Thanksgiving Blovember XXIII, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1222 PMPST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to @JohnCouger #PinkHouses on youTube link  @ https://youtu.be/qOfkpu6749w?si=so--d7S3GIbfXD5_ }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#TakeAPointerMySisters #RomeoAndJuliette #SamsonAndDelilah #WhatsUpWitDat? #LiarsLies

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COPY HIS BOON COONS, FOLLOW ME LADDS

Spilling the wine all over the blanket at the beginning of our picnic, it was a panic
Point on to the pi value of 3.14, we’re embryonic trips on a light fantastic, plastic
Liberty is a balance between fear and loathing the pain in the divinity’s wise ass
Not only this and that but also these and those there ones with the built in pass.

Mint condition of the chronic classification of freshman, sophomore, junior & It
Senior to the underclassmen who are jealous of the rungs of the homo sapiens pit
Outerspace or inner subatomic Time ticking on it’s fake moments, draggin’ the line
Of sore eyes’ sights of the ins and outs of the whole shebang, prima facie cosign.

Hard and soft liquor for all my frends and beer for my horses, a fine mess this is
As if this was your idea, lock, stock & barrel for the record, broken or tied to fizz
As if this was my idea when it was all your own, I was providing assistance to aid
In the capture of your soul on ice, hot as a pistol though it is, I am a harp, a blade.

Not only for Christ’s sake but for the sake of the human species’ extinction crème
It’s the matter and the form clashing with the cream of the crop, all about to come
It’s the trash talk garbage left over for the minions who fail to see the middle way
Rivers stopped flowing, gone nowhere fast, the rapid decline of life, extinction day.

Body fabulous moves only a dreamscape can allow, I got ‘em & you got ‘em flowin’
Bills paid in full, nowhere to go but up since I come with holy ghosts’ in mortal sin
Locomotion from the causes & effects of the cool, hot shat transformed Styrofoam
Signal stopgap, before you yield for the caution, floor it, pedal to the heavy metal.

Flush the priests and ministers of the grace of god down the imperial spiral & viral
Harps playin’ the harmony of the orchestra, melody onto the finale, what’s up pal
It’s all a matter of time in every case, a song, a play on words, laughing in playtime
Sleep now, stay awake a while longer, this too shall pass & a One & a Two . . . I am!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, 11-22-2023 @ 2222 hours

{ Trippin’ on the light fantastic & #TooLegitToQuit @MCHammer link @https://youtu.be/HFCv86Olk8E?si=NHuUElhwYF_nwxC0 & @PRINCE & the #NewPowerGeneration link to cool #CREAM rules @https://youtu.be/gET9RBKNYcM?si=d25mk1EupMQWjUlz }

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W.W.A.R.D.?