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Sunday, February 22, 2026

#StripperOfTheSoul #ChinaGroveUtopia @Jerry_Seinfeld #BESTcompilation #DoubleBackZZTop @TheEaglesBand

M.A.S.H., SOUTH KOREA IN 1974 FELT LIKE 1951, KISS UP TO GOD
Timing is everything, you will pay the price for not paying attention to a world left behind
One that your mother generated by hook or crook, thanks to your father’s quest for climax
Tidbits and pieces of gold and silver left behind by accidental purpose, an infinite bag of Trix
Talking less magic than sugar-packed, colored balls of rice, wheat & rye grains for the mind.

Filling the ignorance gap with star-riders who came from the burning balls of gas-lit gods
Imaginary though they are, head knockers will stop the shows in their unhinged RR tracks
Whatever will be will be, as it should be since ain’t no other way anything can be done, sons
It’s all about the A’s B’s & C’s, the 1’s 2’s & 3’s, an algebraic calculus of trigonometric cons.

Sit right down and write yourself a letter that you can mail to yourself & read to be edified
Annihilation of the defenders of freedom on enemy lines, they invented the tool of Hated
As above or below, the whole bit of ecstasy and misery on one ball of water & rocky herders
Hell above and heaven below the military aid, created on the backs of the workin’ slackers.

Imprisoned, captured or killed in action, the heroes get a medal & chopped-off gold medals
Satisfaction guaranteed behind or ahead of Time, it’s everything, a miniseries of “I shalls”
Ahead or behind the catch of the day, you eat what you can stomach, pass on the rest of it
Cooks concocted all wonderful grunts to digest and metabolize in a timely fashion, 64 bits.

Subjects, direct objects with action predication and the whole shebang of treasure & junk
Kept it in a safe place before & after the corpus dillecti just me, all I’d burn, no more skunk
It’s too many or not enough but either way, the ends justifies the means, it’s one fact of Life
Check the screen for fingerprint smudges, cause of distorted side-effects, husband & wife.

When you see everything clearly with 20/20 vision, without cataracts or two contacts
If and only if then, you’re blinded by light shining into your skull’s face & turned backs
All things everywhere on this highway of ups and downs will end in a silent hush code
Hope you find the door to open up your mind to the Truth, infinity in short, finite mode.

Pair up until a triplet is left in the end, stick to the speed limit & avoid the cherry red
It is done like this and that, eagles singing words about living, loving, crying & dying
Grizzled all the same as she’s always wrote, “It’s been sweet, but gotta go now. Bye…”
Drizzles that happened exactly at the same time I wondered how to do a lover’s bed.

Dire needs and earthbound desires wobbling and revolving around the orbit hood
Extinction being the end of this finite world at hand for each & every one of us, dude
Out of the darkness comes a coefficient to figure out the solution to the impossible
Immortality is the long and short of the whole shebang’s rubber soul, empty shell.

Hair of the dog on your tongue but you don’t give a lick, you just get numb chokin’
Smoke and mirrors blow Truth reflecting back into your face, appears in mortal sin
Give up your attempt to give the benefit of the doubt, you can’t avoid the highlight
Care about nothing more nor less than every single thing that’s clean out of sight.

God’s dams are made by the men who wanted to quench the thirst for liquid gold
Tears from the waterfalls came with the territory and streams stream hot and cold
Beer & Ale disappeared with 1/5 bottles of Jack Daniels Black & Johnny Walker Red
In reality they’ve been drunk by the trolls who live under the drawbridge, as I said.

Dessert can be eaten before or after a main dish, I’m all about cake’s sweet cream
Celebration of the location of the cook and the cookies, in the kitchenette steam
Hurting the pleasure and indulging in the exquisite pain of leaving Earth with a soul
As above, so below, Origin’s way to be is here, now, it’ll be there & then, black hole.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, February 21, 2026 @ 1430 PMPST
{ Cracked this out the woodwork jammin’ to “Somehow, Somewhere, Someway” by @KennyWayneShepherdBand @ https://youtu.be/qHNeWh-QX34?si=mkMHDYyCXw79qYH2 }

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