AC/DC by the #HaveADrinkRockBabies #YouDrunk? #BlackJackAndH2O #UhOh @EricChurch #BlackJackDaniels #DontPlayWithSticksAndStonesCuz may have to @WhipAMansAssSometimes

All jacked up WITHOUT THE STANK, BLACK JACK’S CHERRY

All jacked up to swap tires, on the road now coast to coast with H2O

No way in Norway or Baja can you find your bearings in a holy hole

Don’t try to cushion the blow, blow into the tube as hard as you can

I ain’t drunk on two beers at 2 AM, cherry top poppin’, slam, I’m in.

Hell, I’m parkin’ in the work place corral where angels fear to go

Under the freeway where the light rail train rolls to and fro, so low

Noise & nobody around, stolen and stripped until the gas run out

Always runnin’ on empty and today ain’t no different, yelled & shot.

Not guilty as charged, innocent as newborn babes born to teenagers

All the dirty dancin’ girls are retaken by bad boys, all in jail together

Material energy shock, this is all there is in a mindful, boneyard Void

By the time babies see the elders breakin’ code, it’s a matter of time.

Full time job goin’ back & forth to court & the penitentiary’s big flock

In the wall there aren’t any, just accordion-type wire & electric shock

Good behavior obedience 100% to The Man, you know it’s Peter Gun

Shooting for the heart & the stars, bulls have eyes you’ve S#it for fun.

Making up things that never really happened at all, lying about lies

It’s the boy who called wolf too many times on the last call, then rest

The body ain’t cold yet, no need to rush the meal, it’ll be butcher size

We’ll clean the muscles, BBQ them on the spit and pretend to civilize.

Bon fire after midnight, burning bright under stars & river flows’ fish

Steelhead, salmon more wise than your average angler, using the OIL

Wiser than an average angler, brighter than your clueless pal, it’s OK

Catching one cold after the other, I can but can’t land rainbow today.

Hours & years up to or more than a century, wise or dumb as a rock

You roll, you bounce back and eventually it’s full stop, power down

Keep it awake, you woke up so it’s OK to remain dreamless, I caress

Like others God blessed, I am lucky to be here, sins I don’t confess.

Care about what nobody else does, mortal souls die forever, a put-on

Go up to the mountain where the promised land used to be, all gone

Like freedom your blind faith trusted you had, stranger-paid robbery

Maybe your related cousins perform the theft, strangers I can’t see.

Mobs in the singularity see Nothing as something to detest & negate

My old father in heaven taught me the good, bad, ugly & I, all got ate

By hunger of Earth’s beings roaming virus & bacterium crucify INRI

We’re all somewhere in heaven with pops, he’s waiting for you & me.

Freedom is staying alive & avoiding being a meal for the hungry wolf

Or whichever varmint or bug consumes your equal opportunity loaf

Coming & going are the only two ways to get the job done, it’s so true

Last time you saw me, I saw you, attention wavered & targeted you.

Using the power of Intent, it works only if you know the magic Word

Like Tongues lingo, unheard by ears, by the mind of One’s own herd

Meant to populate love on the planet’s burnt out gas, here it is now

In front of your eyes and stabbing y’all in the backs, S.O.S.’s the flow.

Whisper or shout loudly to cause the deaf to hear the vibration of il

All y’all, @MonaLisa to @Ends of #911, a Picasso won’t buy pig milk

Falling out the top of the #WTC, I flew out the window, took 1 last hit

I ain’t here & now, if I were, I’d understand it’s the crescendo of s#it.

Known predication fills you up full, you can’t handle chit goin’ down

Irrational conclusions induced out of fear & loathing pressure sewn

Underground or above and below the cumulus & stratospheric H2O

All we can hope for is a century give or take, reincarnated down low.

You’re in or out, either way it’s OK, nobody gives you the time of day

As if that means anything other than it’s your dream, nobody cares

Revolutionary return to the original sin, eating the apple core’s puns

Tree of Knowledge blooming Tesla sedans & SUV’s for the ol’ Jetsons.

Admit that you know nothing about anything, you’re as wise as gods

Fortune and Karma mutating the DNA with angel dust & Mary buds

Offspring coming for you with their badges and stinger missile fizzes

Overhead whistles before your last blink’s gasp, no show’s show biz.

Behind your 2 eyes, you see what I mean, nothing there, you know it

There’s no secrets inside that cranium, I can’t fabricate human debt

Tried, failed, tried again, failed, tried, tried & also tried a mad hatter

Unknown is personal to me, an “x” variable between my ears’ matter.

Mankind before my birth & after my death, a conglomerate of not me

Either my ash and crumbled bone fragments in the cosmic cemetery

Or bled out carcass full of formaldehyde & a smirking skullduggery

Filmed by the ocean, the deep blue sea so blue it’s greyish-black, Me.

All of it I am, it’s a deva dip routine song about the supernatural star

Above and below, AKA the sun, the only way for life to exist on Earth

Come One, come all to the greatest show on Earth, my death & birth

Yours is what it is, your desires, your needs, out of my wheelhouse.

Rockin’ kid & the a deep purple Tesla hummin’ tunes ad infinitum

Future ain’t here, Past is all gone, memory fading into present scu

It’s the ooze from the X origin, potential RNA on my hot spot’s soot

Gone far, too far, way gone further past the point of no return, caput.

Drunk, higher than a box kite in an air fight, winning the battle wars

Losing sanity with every dying body’s scent of horror for prison bars

Nothing but toilet water to drink, food to keep alive incarcerated life

Payment to the people you don’t know & never will, sharpen a knife.

It’ll be a fight to the death, no choice since the opponent wants blood

Mine will do for him or her, it’s all the value I retain, got no fool gold

Your mistake was blind faith in the unknown, I didn’t get the memo

Slide into third, ball passes the 3rd basement, steal & slide home, GO!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, 9-8-2024 AD @ 333 PMPST

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