I BLUE UP THE HOUSE JONNY LANGE WHERE'S THE ANGEL OF MERCY? FLIPPIN' THE SCRIPT @TheEaglesBand @TheHotelCalifornia

EVE WASN’T FIRING ON ALL 3 CYLINDERS 

TIME IS WISDOM; A WISE ASS BEGAN THE FALL

Nobody knows what the true story is, there are a myriad of nearly deranged theories, too 
Peak performance requires the dish to run away with spoon, there was only a silver spoon 
She ran away with it, she was the dish but needed the spoon to access the sustenance lock 
Really good, really bad and really ugly are the only three likely scenarios, all require a cock.

To procreate the species, there had to be some dirty dog or at least artificial insemination 
No other possibility other than extraterrestrial intervention in creation & evolution of Man 
All too human, too error is human, perfection is divine, which is the nature of the holy Beast 
As it is above this planet, so that’s the way it is on this surface; it spins, we all live and die.

Enough rhythm and rhyme to fill in the abstract emptiness inside of the brain’s hemispheres 
Think about the tuneage and the attraction it has for the weary who hear nothing all day here 
War and peace lock jaws and a winner takes all, not knowing what to do with it, stroke fears 
Delicate situation, recollection of the forgotten tidbit we all need to recall, just drink six beers.

On angelic production value of unary bifurcation, I’ve got nothing at all. Nothing’s doing it all 
No room for a Space, it’s all the Absolute, the One thing making it all, creating a cosmic doom 
Some extinction mongers killed all the buffalo at the Medicine River, all the killers dead & gone 
Europe, Asia, India, Africa, and South America, people ain’t just people, leave the bones alone.

I say this once now & once before I take my last huff of breath from the Mother of all Bombs 
I carry the ordinance for protection, it seems strangers want to go to prison for murder bumps 
Daughters make this world, mothers-to-be inseminated by nonsense, fathers and all only sons 
Time now in Space to unload the refuse, discharge the FOMO with inevitable FUBAR, hold on.

Continue running the red lights, walk it off when you run out of fuel, rubber meets the road 
Before you know it, you & I will lie down for the last time, won’t get up anymore with a load 
Dumped the refuse, recycled into the vast tundra of rocks, stones, mud, rivers runnin’ to Sea 
One foot in front of the other, don’t it tick you off that some people shortchanged all of Me?

Hope and Faith that Charity has not become extinct before the species’ forms, 208 bones die 
Maybe not today, yesterday but tomorrow, you may discover the divine opine, maybe there Is 
Sit in utter silence as long as it takes to stop the heartbeat, listen to the sad purple blue sea 
Perfect love, I had it, didn’t keep it, she took it all with her on the road, never came back to me.

Astronauts know, humans Earthbound have no idea, they can’t fathom Nothing but the Truth 
Parents long gone, orphans we all wind up being if we’re lucky, ask the babies in utero aborted 
Dollars make no sense, all imbeciles know no more than the 1st man & Eve, why the long faces? 
Only if your mother & father know the Truth, will they spread the Truth, in four corner places.

 
You're in a deep groove yet, it’s getting hotter than it’s ever been, winter, fall, spring or summer 
You’ve written it all down as if that stops the future from destroying it in a conflagration’s Myrrh 
Seeds with the code, who wrote the code accidentally or on purpose, aliens of our soul’s hellfire 
On the borders of states, imaginary beings appear & disappear just like the food you consume.

Thoughts come without knowing what they mean in the long run, it’s all for future referencing 
You want and need the information you’ll never get, yet it’s still the Thing Itself, God is not dead 
There’s no corpse left over to prove the Truth, mother and father of us all, Space above singing 
Tuneage with the lyrics & rhapsody in black and blue, played axes & 88’s & rhythm of the Moog.

German descent qualifies to be abducted by the UFO’s which visit looking for you & I, Zieg Heil 
Is this all important or not, just forget about it because you can’t explain it, nothing makes sense 
At first, there’s a world without you and then there’s this world with you and I, blood runs a bit 
If there’s something that really matters to you, go ahead & dive in head first, don’t belly flop it!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, 3-23-2026 Anno Domini @ 444 AMPST

{ Crafted while jammin’ to @JonnyLang #OnThatGreatDay LIVE concert on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/E6KLBxJzrmU?si=4Sc-aO8AODLkRJa- }

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