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Tuesday, January 23, 2024

#BerthaButt one of the Butt Sisters... #COCO #CAIN @Clapton #SteveWinwood #BethHart #JoeBonamassa

FEAR & LOATHING, DEEP IN THE SHALLOWS
Suspend your judgement now that you’ve been trained to avoid accidental pot shots
You’re in charge of being fabulous all night & all day, that was all she wrote, stiff worms
A note on the back of a piece of Scott’s T.P., I think it was wet with dry tears, got shots
Simple mind workin’ out the algebra alogrhythm & geometric formulas for angle forms.

Bedroom, kitchen, dining and living rooms all empty of furniture & clothes, closets out
Of starlit walks in moonlight makin’ you feel like you were a queen’s hot, cosmic dust
It was an act of free will to take a bite of the apple, wisdom is hard to resist, I know it
It’s never now because of what happened way back when, before we were born in chit.

Filled to the bottom of the top where you cannot go any further, you make it or break it
Since infancy’s total dependency passed, I’ve devoured the mud, blood & drunk beer
I cared until it got careless for all of the others to care about me, I was a broken heart
Not because of Love but due to a collision in the empty Void, the end is a jump start.

Brought the wonder into the world’s bizarre flipping and wobble in an infinite ecliptic
Forever upside down when you look at it right side up, mirror image of stupid schtick
Johnny came lately when Dick & Jane went into their weekend frenzy, Dick pulled out
Jane found eyes wide opened when an imaginary form, muscled bone made her shout.

Tears fell down from your shoulder, down your back to the floor, met energy & matter
Fear of nobody and nothing except the fear itself, moving without reason or rhyme
Just a foreboding forbidding the home of the brave from protecting the distressed kid
Poor king and queen, poor leader of the cigarette packs, smoked to death, God forbid.

At the end of the brooks & streams, there’s a waterfall into a raging river of hard times
Before your parents & guardians turn you out to burn, before it’s too late, just breathe
Depending on whether you’ve spent your Time & Money by the End, your limit’s done
You’ll find the open door to enter, can’t turn back because the whole shebang’s gone.

In the dark without incandescent filaments burning the dream from end to bitter end
Words are rough to say & impossible to grasp without being a burden to your lovin’ kin
Back to the front of the class where you couldn’t pull the girls hair to get some action
Why man, you could do the crazy things at six, seven and eight dressed to the nines?

Danced on and off the stage until the feet’s couldn’t move no more, so to speak to you
Hormones helped but that’s only a word for a Spirit that moves the stone’s junk around
Dreams come true the moment they end, it’s the only way the ball bounces, up & down
Game, rules, honesty, gullibility and I mix it up into a hodge-podge of the CoVid19 FLU.

All stars don’t have training to be the natural born energy of the powers that be, Fire Up
Can’t fight fire with hot fire, all of the gas that feeds the flame must be fully choked up
A middle path always is the only way to go, left or right over too far trips you off the cliff
Start to go & there’s no stopping until the finale, waiting for the signal to blink, I’m stiff.

Now then, over the border, down on the border we got hoarders gobbling liberty in too
Leaving the dream out of control, letting the monsters enter from failures to launch it
All the good, all of the ugly mix it up and turn out the things that live in evil, cess pools
Penitentiary prisoners getting out of jail free, I erased the terror, holy innocence rules.

Rowboats, jet planes & trains still move when cars & trucks can’t move with H2O gas
Creation exists to destroy, it’s yin & yang of Nothing, froze snow H2O, dripped too fast
Fish die, animals on land & in the air, then die, extinction synchronized a bulge of zero
Fiction, begins & ends, you knew, you didn’t believe it, this is it, The End, I am the hero.

by
r j j stephan, i 

c Mardi, Janvier XXIIIrd, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Freaked out the gods while jammin’ to @LittleRiverBand greatest hits on youTube @  https://youtu.be/uUxT9c5TgPE?si=qZJ5ii507wBBy6XQ & @WarTheBand #HITS @ https://youtu.be/Wx_OrjGn9lo?si=QU0xUjSJsJb5Kn0n  }

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