#WhereTheCountryGirls #GitMeThereFast #KidsGrowUP #RememberTheNoise?

SMELL GOOD & GEORGIA PEACHES

ssssssssss#HitMeWithYerTwentysssssssss

Seriously inside of an obvious mistake, I shouldn’t have been here this long, just kidding
Drop a pin on a map, several close calls & you’ll make me believe in 9 lives of Fritz the Cat
You know the gist of the intel without knowing, you’ll get blindsided with mud on your boots
None of it’s so pretty but it’s all you’ve got there, god son, at least you ain’t wasted toasts.

Wake up in the AM every day from the first day after graduation from high school, forty spins
Wide turns around the sun several times, knocked out in a coma full of sticky straight pins
Monkeys in charge of the bananas without my permission, prebirth & afterbirth it will be too
Hens and cocks pullin’ night watch in the crib, the smell good ain’t wastin’ my drone’s blue.

Gone out with the highly likely to be kissed because my face is cryin’ for the one, Georgia as
Or Mississippi, New Jersey, Washington or Califon I A, they even in Alabama & L.A. & Texas
Utah & Montana country girls in the Daisy Dukes can’t see orange hot pants from a Hooters
Shook up the rhythm & rhyme on a dime, a penny for your thoughts but it ain’t worth a dime.

Pi was all of 3.14 & everyone knew it, free style motion from the first shot in the darkness
Likely the answer must be exact, or you’ll miss the middle of the honey’s twenty, I confess
I have the radar & the sonar for the trick, no way the target ain’t gonna be in my crosshairs
Marksman or not, silent smoke filled the bullseye 50 for 50 with 1 M-16 arm, shots & beers.

Recollect the world you’ve been in, be present for a minute & be prepared to gape your lips
It was all a dream, every single moment, every day of every year, all the decades of hot hips
You know like I know other than the priests & nuns, everybody wants to get the busy thang
Obliteration one, it’s a chemical notion to proceed with species annihilation, Dracula fang.

Afterburners of the jet you call yourself need to be fired up soon, you’re airborne for good
Corpse of all too human to be left behind for ash or a dark dash in a roomless silver bullet
It ain’t a curse to die, it’s the deal for the coming & going of souls, you come & gotta fight
Sooner or later, accident or just organic failure to run the show, represent your highlights.

A five will get you ten on that bet, the odds are against you but if you win, you’ll be rich
If you lose, you’ll be like you were the day before your mother gave you up, son of a bitch
No honorable way to be on Earth, it’s a survival for the most fit that prepare for battles
Nothing you do can change the fact that punks will come out the woodwork for skittles.

My candy is mine, I ain’t sharia’ unless I get you to drop a pen on a map, we’ll kick it dead
Of mice and men movin’ the Earth until the final gasp of H-gas, lost face & all teeth rotted
Artist and philosopher of metaphysical astrophysics and the mentally ill cuckoo’s nest 20
Here and now, wherever I reach with this thought, I think, when I die, I won’t think it’s funny.

I won’t think at all once the brain’s synapses quit firing sparks of trans-cranial skull candy
Mark zeros and ones like that’s all you need to exceed the speed of Yankee doodle dandy
You got my twenty right now ‘cause you see my cell# on your screen, Alabama red all that
Gotta go out to a Red Barn to dance with some Daisy Dukes, it’s the cowboy boots & hat.

3 wishes since you’ve rubbed the Aladdin lamp and now the sky’s the limit, just press play
Hay can stay in the barn until tomorrow, I’ll slop the pigs then too, hot date with Daisy duke
My wheels are shinin’ and ready to roll, beepin’ my horn before I turned the corner, I’ll say it
So fine, I can’t believe my fortune as if God set me up with the dish, her pops had a hussy fit.

Good man that I am, I married the girl when she let me, ‘fore her dad killed me via shotgun
Seven months later a little drone came out to live eighteen years underfoot, y’all havin’ fun
I ran into you before; you can’t recall but you ran into my car & dented my door and fender
You owe me four grand, pay me now or we’ll settle it with you, hey, I’ll return you to sender.

Noise is louder than I remember, a buzz and full-blown hiss 24/7 except during an LP skip
Rockin’ loud might be what caused it with a malleus, incus & stapes, hammer-anvil-stirrup
I’m the end and beginning of the place in Space I’m takin’ up, it’s my 20 & incognito smoke
City girls eventually turn into country girls once they go to the show, I am fire, I’m the stoke.

Good ones & bad ones are in the eyes of the beholder, blind eyes see nothing clear, waste
By the scent and sound, there’s something to that kind of sensation you can’t see or taste
Use the world to understand why you came here & why you live & die for nothing ever seen
Halls echo with sounds attracting pretty birds who only want to be treated like a l’il queen.

Popcorn and lollypops for everyone, like them or not, you get some at this movie, justice
Your life and the ones you know and love as well as the ones you don’t, shootin’ the dice
You win some and lose some but when the dice are loaded, you can’t win a hot can of tin
Catchin’ the cheater ain’t easy if you’re stupid or an idiot, look at the eyes, a devil’s all in.

Smacked down in the middle or at the hind teat, puppies don’t know like the alpha dogs
Only you know and I know the end of the story, seen the others buried & burned out too
Left with nothing but the smoke & ash or the stench of what shat or formaldehyde flogs
Covering up the olfactory offense, the best you can do is avoid it, stay alive or turn blue.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c. Mercredi, 4-24-24 #DropAPenOnAMap 711 PMPST
{ Created while loopin’ #WhereThCountryGirlsAt @Luke_Bryan & @Trace_Adkins & @Pitbull link @ https://youtu.be/qBbTUw6dIpA?si=ZlpoNRQFm5AxP0VR }

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#FreakIn #FallOut #KickedArse #USVetsROCK Thank You, Thank Me, Thank God for the USA! #WhereTheCountryGerylsAt?

WOOD IN THE BONE

I got a line on the hashtags in front of the love & hate speech drippin’ out of your genius lips

Speak easy like a beatnik in a smokey dining room with expressive espressos & China cups
Jellybeans for everybody even sugarless for the diabetic getting ready to give up the ghosts
Out of their poor organic lifestyle, your mother & father conceived you & your little sisters.

Passing like ships in the night, nothing can be seen without the dawn of light upon the word
Microphone is &ou didn’t know as you whispered the phrase, “These idiots are morons.”
Now they know you think that they’re idiotic morons, you’ve got no backup & can’t recant
Liars and deceivers cannot be trusted further than a cluster of lung butter coughing paint.

Mucous membranes cannot be breached if you get my drift, I am in benefit mode of luck
Everything you need to be happy is available & denied to all, you get what you can, smuck
Blood in your dried-up spirit that you spat out with mighty mickey mouse & a woodpecker
Cartoons stuck in the past, only the road runner wins in the end, ask all the coyotes’ I fear.

Hear their howls in the night at the full moon that scares them in the darkness, live & die
All they know in their packs is that they live and they die, on to the light, dead or alive high
Mental illness is physical illness and the only way to get out of this life without holy guilt
Bums and the junkies who turn into the leaders of the packs of malcontent ocean silt.

How are you? You won’t be fine when you have your door broken down, pitch your tents
All blue, red or white in the form of coagulated mother’s milk from a statue of fake Liberty
Hard liquor drunks & heroin addicts of superman Kryptonite eat the world, ladies & gents
Unintelligent life not found on Earth by alien UFO’s, passing in & out of Time, a Space key.

Knuckles are folded into fists, they’re bloody good & bloody well right, you tube is blown
Kids wearing their hand-me-down clothes from my siblings and cousins, Truth is unknown
As above, so below you see what you get, if you’re blind you get nothing and nothing less
Nothing cannot be seen & when you’re blind you can’t see something either, so undress.

Look forward to a final gasp of gas like your ancestors who feared that funeral pyre, son
I can’t believe there’s nothing but this and that, life & death for no apparent good reason
Ill conceived, born, lived & died like all of them, the good, the bad & ugly, simply the best
All or none of the above answers for this multiple-choice exam, extra credit as a final test.

I’m the wolf who did the huffin’ & puffin’ to blow your ill-reputed house down, recycled you
Back to the future where nobody but you will know you’ve snapped in the time warp glue
Everything is nothing and vice versa as well, it’s a silly proposition without a logical ending
No rational conclusion deduced or induced from propositions without veracity, pretending.

Being serious or joking like a joker without funny jokes, forgetting the punch lines on cue
We’re not worthy of being in the presence of great women & men, just forget about it too
It won’t change with Time in this Space, a First Cause will not repeat & Last Effect is Void
Points from A to B to C, drawn lines make the triangle, inflated into 3D pyramid & cuboid.

Truth is false and the lies are all true, words are fluid without in-cursive meaning to the gods
To humanity and the other animals slippin’ into my awareness before dismissal in hotrods
I can do the quarter mile in 9 seconds flat, lookin’ to break into 8 but my rig starts flyin’ high
So above it is and below it must be, no chance for error, Truth is set, when you die, you Die!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, April XXIVth , MMXXIV @222 PMPST
{ Tracked this pablum out of the bottom of quicksand in the mind, while listenin’ to #CosmicCoolerOfMe @ https://youtu.be/Mr1JCXN_8v4?si=JtD3_RHYbdpIlcz_ }
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GloryDaze WinkinYounggirlsEyes

JELLYBEAN GIUSEPPE BLUE

Fathers of the cultures since the origin of Time, a Big Bang in the Bog, Stone junk flow
It will be rude, I shall be rude, we all shall be rude, before the realization to take a bow
On or off of the stage, nothing matters & if it did matter then nothing would be My son
Something more than vacuum of a Void, hips shakin’ hula hoops in perpetual motion.

Judging the good and the ugly has nothing to do with the ends, you’ll bet there sooner
Or later as the case may be, it’s not for me to sympathize with the luck of a tiny boner
Your mother knew, your sister & your wives knew, extinction was a mortal’s original sin
Being and not being the One and the Many, number line from zero to infinity, I’m all in.

Pork is muscles of the pig, beef the muscles of the cattle & other food for thought trips
Down memory lane with or without you in my wed-dream, outside my mind’s eye grips
Over arrested attention that even overlords of the overlords can’t see beyond, the lace
Behind the skin and bone, empty, rational mind-bending consciousness of interface.

Hip to be a square or a triangular cubical with an infinite area, inside out of the matrix
Contents unknown yet listed in the glossary or the index, or was it the preface of kicks
They get harder to find, those kicks, a tickle of the nerve ends & dopamine squirt licks
Comin’ down when it’s time to sleep, battery drained like the pre-scat in the crocks.

Failure of the pinball to drain down the center allows the flippers to whip it so good
Hot runs the shoe until the ice takes control, atoms slow down to be ate, the food
Impeach this if you must, it’s articles of the bad and evil do-gooders who screech it
Liars lying about the whole Truth, nothing but It, just the nature of the damaged kin.

Pure and foul, it’s all about the beat, it’s the thump in rhythm, even in the rhyme tap
Apes see, they mock, they have no need to worry about Karma afterlife, no God slap
In the hairy faces, blissful ignorance of anything but fear & loathing of all others’ time
Fraud’s pure Truth, illusion of fun, games & pleasure terminates a last gasp, la Heim!

Five or six times every century, each of us dies and reincarnates into another form
If you are different, maybe this is your one & only time you get to be free of the Void
Putting the horse before the cart, you can’t see through the mirror, it’s reflected dust
Ground up rock that rolled so long, the atoms deflated into cosmic particles of rust.

H2O two gases, fished for life within its dense liquid fire, came from Hydrogen God
Star without any stripes to designate the states of extraordinary affairs after the flood
All of our grandmothers and grandfathers have died or are dying right now, deep freeze
Others tomorrow or another day in the not-so-distant future of Earth’s revolutionaries.

Blame the disaster on fate, just a random roll of the die on the craps table of existence
Tales turn into fables of time gone by for teaching the wild & innocent on street shuffles
Never to know but always to believe in the blind faith without proof, that Life is a dream
When eyes shut neon light out from enlightening a dark mind, hot-picked on an A-team.

Holy scat ending for the motion pictures your blind eyes see within & without highlights
Fear melts like the matter that spontaneously combusted in a black hole’s sonic brights
Piers to jump off of like the cliffs above the eroded star dirt, immersing a soul’s surreality
Bunched & dissolved within a brief moment in Space’s Time, ma & pa died to make me.

 

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, April XIVth MMXXIV @ 1111 AMPST
{ No Idiot, maybe a Moron, drafted this gem while jammin’ to @ChrisStapleton #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0yv2dItO2_c }

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