#AllGood #NeverEvil #LiveEvilLive & #EclecticTasteMOI #TIMINGisEVERYTHING

BLUES ON THE 7^TH, DIMINISHED MINORS KNOCKIN’ BOOTS

Boots, y'all can do what's never been done, immersion ignorance of Truth, it’s been done

It’s been well said as well, related experiences of the third parties to the rivals of godsons
Born to the old women when they were young and didn’t know anything more than the fun
That you have with the boys when you’re ready to procreate the species’ funk, shot the gun.

I went out on the town because you went camping with your pistol-packin’ amigas, all good
No evil or bad things can happen if you’re aware of bad guys everywhere, nature of the hood
Don’t pine for the innocence of being a baby, havin’ no fear, beware of the holy, the hot dogs
Lookin’ good enough to swallow & metabolize, tonnages of pounds recycled for pond frogs.

Cash money, slappin’ it down, it’s all long gone when you’re in ashes or mummy silkworms
Last call before we return to my carriage for a ride underneath the pale moon, skip the trip
Lips need lockin’ and boots need knockin’ together, heel to toe, cowboy or combat to flip
Over and over again until we conceive the next one to survive us both, we’re God’s Forms.

Drunk on wine from the winner’s cup, the grape flowed freely to me, nobody watched scat
It was all that was left at the end when all of the guests returned to their own homes’ flats
Played the players, won all of the games, I passed Go & never went to gaol or penitentiary
Forgot about peace & love, Mendocino up to Monterey I drove gold miles on the “#1” Way.

Reverie coming as above so it is below the ground of being, all she wrote, him, me, them
Natural beauty is the accidental nature of meiosis and mitosis, clear your throat of phlegm
Wine left over when the grapes get squeezed and the living scat out of every cell in one form
Fabulous walks in the moonlight with my polar opposite, pro & con of a grim reaper storm.

War and Peace just the haggling of the selfish boors inhabiting the hot four cornered rooms
Being strummin’ strings, poundin’ brass and tight skins, blowin’ cool crimson air into Blues
Walks in the moonlight, near the ocean’s beach, money thrilled, your skin & bone looms
Above and below every single thought I have when I’m not runnin’ high with wasted crews.

High rollin’ friends all came up empty in Reno & Vegas, ran away to the Tahoe Lake all clear
Days to slow down, walks around town, saying hello to high strangers I’ll never know to hear
Jokes laughing at me before the punch line is even formed, funny comics of girls & bad boys
Fabulous though, sweet love caused the nature of a beast, girls are key, as is Helen of Troy.

No need for the gods who can’t be seen by the words scratched upon cave walls & tomes
Sun shines in 360 degree emanations, on this side and the other side, even the dark sides
I know and you know what life means when it’s slippin’ away, before it’s too far gone, Lies
Just wanted to admit that I was wrong to tell the Truth, tasted wine from Caesar’s Romes.

Inherited whatever was left in the emptiness of the vacuum, blew the signals’ red lights
Smashed into the stone wall, in between the last breath and the soul rising, I got insights
Thrilled to share this with your innocent consciousness, what are you, seven years old or…
Is this the dream you’ll awaken from on your last gasp of gas? Or is this It, I Am … the Sun.

by
r j j stephan, i

        c.  Mercredi, March VI^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 555 AMPST

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F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Rabbit Hoppin' Bunny Boots #BlowYourTop #AsAboveSoBelow #OORAH @ZZT

LITTLE QUEENIE, YOU’RE THE ONE BABY!

I found the middle of the fork between your mama & mine, assume y’all are ready rock & roll it out
All loaded out for a ride out to the canyon to drop in on the haven for the invisibles, twisting a shout
For the minions and the privileged of the species’ remnants of the good, the bad and the evil scheme
This love hymn of a lover to his lover, she knows who, why and what for, this dream within a dream.

If the scat is holy, it’s only because the birds need to tweet the song for the pretty, little checkmate
To hunt for the prey to feed the love of life itself, that’s a Xmas every, single spin of the Earth’s fate
On or off, up or down, in or out, the thing itself is beyond good & evil, it’s all about the shape’s form
DNA codex moves itself to duplicate nucleic acid substances which queerly follow an apple’s worm.

Dynastic inheritance of Nothing at all, 'cept my little queenie will fade to Harvey Wallbangers’ blue
On the preview of the prolegomena, I suggest you fetch a comfort spot & cup of Joe or hot cocoa too
Symbols introduced by a clash of cymbals, together we stand upon the apex where gods turn to rust
On the honor of my promise to live forever from the day my body dies and lies in boxes of urn dust.

What does Hell mean to humans if they’ve neither heard the word nor analyzed the pre-concept
Caring about Life and staying alive & pain-free from day One until the exit out of the origin debt
Original misbehavior, disobedience of the commands, the theorems, the laws, rules of the road
Assumed as a given without reserve, you’re alive, here & now, you’re gonna die, so now W T F ?

Throw on some English Leather to obfuscate the stink, the stank & the stunk-up hand me downs
Fear of flying can’t terminate a holy spirit flight from being Earthbound to the holy, ebony bones
Gone away from it all, came back to it all, it all came back to me, now I see it all, it’s all about me
My tongue is not in my cheek, I’m serious, without me, the whole world’s people won’t be free.

Underneath the façade of smoke, mirrors, makeup and loud noise and quiet noise, it’s a buzzard
Waiting for the carcasses to radiate the putrid, rot of the carnivore with dead meat in the gizzard
January 1st to December 31st every spinning revolution of 365.25 days, you get close to the dead
In a cemetery underground or above unlimited greenhouse gas emissions & Life to Death fauna.

That being said, by whom is one, long story, it’s a short paraphrase of a fake genius, an evil fool
Bought the entire lexicon for less than a farthing, now it’s a free for all, shredded by the #Nuge
Bass and drums complimenting the lead of the shredded frets, it’s a motor city madman rule
Get hard of hearing all for the sake of loud for no reason except to disturb the peaceful pool.

An enigmatic matter of Time and Space you gleaned from the plants and animals, a soul trippin’
Found on the road dead but still lurking as spirits in the night often do, crashed whiskey sippin’
But hey now, anyway you go, we’re all gonna go, nobody knows how or when, ‘why’ is, y’all sin
Against the creator of your species and the Terra ferma underfoot, bury you 6 feet under Slo Gin.

I desire what I need & need what I desire, it’s all too human, it ain’t my fault I’ve been washed
Up and down until I got in and out of the fixation nobody escapes from in the end, I’m cashed
Withering away or reinforcing the power that can’t be contained in a black hole or singularity
Got bent when I was ordered to get bent, no worries about the hard & soft things’ invisibility.

Existentially ungrounded being, RNA/DNA replication function & substance of evolutionary tea
Luck of the draw to become alive at all, further chance to succeed at random ends of the story
Beams of light, burning atoms of gas, turning order into queer nature of quark’s of blind seers
Greased the floor with lard and chicken fat, after 10 goin’ out lookin’ like a sharp dressed man.

All gone before you even knew I was there, it’s the hot stuff of myths, untrue story of strangers
They may or may not have walked or crawled anywhere down here, maybe the bible thumpers
In the beginning as it was and as it will always be, there’s nothing at all in Space, just demigods
Crime committed in grime or pristine spaces where angels fear to go, I win, I beat the hotrods.

by

r j j  stephan, i 

c.  Samedhi, Freezember 2^nd MMXXIII @ 1:11:11 PMPST

{ Crafted this gem out of the matrix while jammin’ to @ZZTop #GreatestHits 2024 #BluesRock link @ https://www.youtube.com/live/RxQq545DWQk?si=_ERBnFiu9ppuPZdq }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

. . . of @Foghat & @RollingStones @RicoSuave @BoysRoundHere @BlakeShelton #Redecker #Maleguena @ConnieFrancis

I DID MY DUTY

Ding dong, avon callin’ SPARE A STRIKE, HOLY SWEETROLL BALLS

We find nothing at the bottom of the argument for the holes in your premises and invalid inductions
Finish the infinite line on either side of the zero, cloud of the Heaven’s earthly, asymptomatic racisms
Hardy Har Har, for the almost adults, the adolescent boys & girls who will be extinct by two or twenty
Forts built in the middle of a fight’s turf, a territory of stripped, dirty sand above crude, off black oozy.

Who has the nuclear bombs, the nuclear warhead missiles, on ships or underground, ready to come up
From the bottom of humanity’s heart, it’s all ‘bout the species extinction, we can help divinity’s hiccup
How now is the brown cow when it’s a Jersey and not a Holstein, come on man, what’s a Jewish state
Camels and the sheepherders fighting for their sand, Earth’s burnt out solar, black & white trash fate.

Surrender or fight until your last gasp of wind from the maze of miracles, causes & effects of Sunny life
Gamete to mitotic divide of you & I, the twins, triplets, the quads, the quins, all out coitus interruptus
She had no idea it was a once & done, the world changed in a day, it’s on the straight and narrow dicks
Rolled for the snake eyes or the craps, whichever comes first to let me all in and you all out of the mix.

Breathing in and out of the sacs of miraculous secular, sexual feelings deep within the human genome
It’s nothing like a mortal sin to reproduce the species one by one, two by two or in a lab test tube bum
Yes we can conceive without the thing itself but the feeling of the thing conceived is not like the come
From the father, the son an the holy ghosts who rise and shine until they fall and run so quickly home.,

Played the game from the beginning with all of the rules I gleaned from the training of the nested ones
Papa and mama flew up high but got buried six feet down, rewarded infinite bodies without the bones
208 of them missing from head to toes but the consciousness of being able to see cool fictional events
No historical record is true, nobody now alive knows it, sceptics got blind faith, odds are heaven sent.

Jumpin’ jacks, playin’ ball & jacks, what’s up with jack, runnin’ the dozens for minions of the drunks
Hell to pay although there is no Hell, it’s a mythological punishment to keep your ego in a deep dive
Mainline from minus how much money you have in the bank, minus your outstanding debt to skunks
Farming, growing the flowers for the peasants and azure blooded, it’s a pleasure to serve & stay alive.

Blood blue when the sun don’t shine on its flow, on red, deep crimson slit the way to bleed it all out
Meant what I said, mean what I say I’ll say what I mean, that’s a promise, I won’t waver on any doubt
Certainty of the absolute is the only target I see, I am aimed in the center of it’s location, ready to fire
Hammer is cocked, trigger a micrometer from my index phalanges as ready as the Truth told by a liar.

Kind of the fourth one to come in third sliding into second after walking on four balls, tiny 13 strides
In the beginning it’s new and the inexperience of your mothers cause your life to come on free rides
Highest tides rollin in and out with lowest tides which are the liquid of the Earth’s fake rubber souls
All hot to trot, Hoity-Toity has gone Topsy-Turvy & now, Humpty Dumpty is cracked up in deep holes.

Boys round here write words & sing songs, call ‘em bards, females ala males, #Ai genetic mutations
Just random DNA recombinants turning out to be the antithesis of the prolegomena, all mortal sins
In a ruptured yet holy womb, an invader scoffs at legitimate obligation for impregnation, extinction
Just as each living thing must die, each species becomes extinct, one by one, two by two, march on!

Follow me on Twitter at your peril, my father, God rest his soul, my original maker with his ol’ lady
Roads he drove on, backroads and freeways paved with the people’s gold, taxes to block the sea
From spilling over the land’s coasts, eroding the continental shelf back into the bottom of the core
Middle of God, our Earth is our God, the sun is a Star of the Galaxy, just a lucky One off the shore.

Fire burns to keep us warm, stop us from freezing the nervous system & brain, halts a shutdown
Only a hop, a skip & a jump from here to over there where nobody but you can go, your own fate
Without you, there’s no hope of your fate being a fait au complet, complicit with the king’s crown
Chess on boards of 32 squares is just a game, a duel of trickery & hoarding rhetoric’s blinded faith.

Protect the freedom, the jewels of the crown, the thrown & the minions who are cousins of the gods
Never here down on the planet’s dirt with the creation, just commands & theorems for the guidance
Pie in the sky & a 3.14 measurement of that symbolic value, angle of the dangle, angelic fishing rods
Delusional or blind faith in the incredible, unnatural First Cause of our solar system’s planetary rants.

You still with me? Nice follow and there’s gonna be a payoff comin’ up, don’t expect the unexpected
Know this world you see & act as if it is Reality, per se, is indeed the End of Times, we’re already dead
Legally blind illegals are the friends of the Christian Jesus’ followers, paupers, bums who die in homes
Not their own home, a final rest home before the urn or casket, or worse yet, our freedom is Rome’s.

Lunch, dinner, supper or breakfast after 8-12 hours of pretending to be brain-dead, dreaming this here
Every moment created out of nothing at all, a series of sensational stimuli impinging on holy, fake fear
Babies come and grow the whole game of life for their ignorant descendants, now & then, it’s Eureka
Finding the mystery unprotected from evil lives, third eyes morph into an accordion squeeze box bra.

Here’s the payout, the payoff & the whole shebang that will set you free from your imaginary chains
It doesn’t make a prison, you’ve got one chain holding the will to power hostage, spank mortal pains
Here & now, you believe the unproven is unprovable, we have blind faith, that’s the Truth, same thing
Say it loud, respect is earned & easily lost, I respect Self, I’m the gods, I rock & I roll, the gods do sing.

Holy holidays celebrating the past memories, both good & evil, it’s all in the eyes of the beholders
No conclusions which haven’t already been deduced or induced, zero Truth and Knowledge folders
Mark the pencil necks with 208 bones as the minions who follow the leader to the cliff’s edge Ends
Falling off or jumping off, either way you can’t repay the loans or the betting losses, it’s no offense.

Pilots steering in the direction of the destination, north by northwest to east by southwest of It
Core of Earth, imaginary planet roaming in an elliptical orbit about the flaming ball of gas, it’s lit
Until the gas stops fizzing & begins fusing into a black hole’s singularity, what you say? It is done
Bet it sucks to be you but you don’t have any idea that you’re doomed soon, later, God’s drone.

Particular and general compare me to the rest of the perceivable reality I choose to acknowledge
If we don’t honor our eyesight, hearing, olfactory & taste functions, nobody will, in any case at all
Punks delivering your mail, your food, your laws, your requirement to be buried or burned to hell
So, get yo’ mojo together, set & go to the rhythm and rhyme if you can, yo-yo is on a razor’s edge.

 

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, Blowvember 3rd MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST
{ Hysterical @RicoSuave by @Gerardo in a loop link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/o8_f3kJOX_8 } 

F I N I S (POR FAVOR)

W.W.A.R.D.?

(beatin’ knees!)