You Are Naked, Skin's Tight, Out of Sight (Hold the dressing!) SIX GOT YOUR SIX, TWO THREE A.D.

 

 

YES, INDEED, I'M READY TO GO

Filling up my own pot of gumbo with strength to carry on in the face of pending gloom & doom

I’ve done nothing wrong other than continue to breathe in & out while others hold their breath
Goofin’ off playin’ games, playin’ sports, playin’ the players to pass the Time in Space, hand jive
Signs giving signals to stop or go, this way or that, one more time maybe two, peace honey hive.

In the forces that give no alternative to the will to power, obedience is sacrosanct to survival
Of the vermin and human, above & animated in locomotion or trivial pursuits of the recycle
Hurting when there’s pain to be felt, courting ecstasy in momentary lapses of the former high
Complete, utter mess of immobile atoms just waiting for heaven to release the royal blue sky.

Minks didn’t need their fur, right man? Sheeple didn’t need the cotton/wool mutant boll weevil
Soylent green was the conglomerate menudo of people in a terrible fix, all involved in the Mix
Cake is baked, pie is nearly done and the party ain’t ever gonna start, there’s only the One, Me
I shot a sheriff once but it was in self-defense just like in the reggae jam of the capitol offense.

I swore on a stack of bibles that I didn’t shoot the deputy but it was certainly self-defense, man
Dude put his .38 into my cheek & it freaked me out, so I nailed him up against the wall, a slam
His skull cracked only due to momentum, it was unintentional, his revolver shot him, not at me
It was him shooting & the round ricochet off of another brick on the wall, I was goin’ down, see?

Reality bytes in my data base, below and above the atomic fission, human reproduction
History and the analysis of the morons in flight from nest to nest, in search of It, Nothin’
Always deaf, dumb & blind as Father, the sailor left me all tools of gypsies, evil-live luck
If I were you, I’d be afraid, very afraid, you have no defense against the planetary crook.

Intent of the will, desire & focus on the finality of the direction only you control, grow
Up not down, no growing roots into the dirty rocks & rotten, undead T-bone marrow
Bottom line is when you get on the choo-choo train you’re gonna whoop it up to hell
Binge was the party of the decade, every ten spins around the sun, where Adam fell.

Perfectly useless to the cause and effect of the whole shebang, you said, @Daddy too
I didn’t invent the water I just turned it into wine, squeezed the grape vines into blue
Red, violet, royal purple satin and boa feathers from the birds that drop dimes on you
Just because you thought you were so pretty and lovely as the sweet honeybee stew.

Four score & seven means nothing but on the way to my own Fourscorth (80) come on
Bring it on at will, I remain One with the plan whatever it may be, start up the flyin’ nun
No stop at a time, one foot in front of the other in perpetuity ‘til the step off ol’ Stephan
As I am now is how I have always been, zygote infiltrated with a germ-sperm-worm bun.

Now or later, you & they will come to a consensus, an inevitable conclusion via true Word
Up or down the elevator of the building, ad infinitum swing of the faces of the Red Horde
Pricking the pins into the cushion until there’s no more room for any more pricks, all spent
Mirror to see your & my image, a look alike from the Past, the Future, all gods are present.

An entire vile of pills down the hatch, you think you’ll just go to sleep forever, stomach pump
Big chump can only see what’s passed in the last ten seconds, forget about the rest to recall
Being at rest or unrest can be the only concern of the civilized culture archeological deduction
That the things themselves are all gone, writing on the rock walls & tree pulp parchment fun.

Ending the origin the moment it split into more than One, two, four, six, eight & we appreciate
That without a Big Bang we’re nowhere, we’re nobody created by Nothing on a blind fig date
Myopic and monotone, it’s a bug’s existence lookin’ for a place to avoid being smashed food
Boiled, fried, BBQ’d or sundried, Nothing I’ve shat out, I allowed communion with the Good.

Give me a break or not, I don’t care to be at the mercy of expectation of the unexpected, I am
The unexpected is what I am, don’t need to expect it, I am alive in it, present in presence’s scam
Focus on the distortion, close your eyes and the mystery is solved, it’s what you see when dead
Black nonsense of the vacuum Singularity, no language there, no words, no Flintstones, Fred!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. 6-6-2023 AD @ 911 AMPST
{ Blasted out with background of @JrWalker #Shotgun link @ https://youtu.be/x8_xSZMTuKo }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

<3 <3 <3

#BabiesLiveAndDie #WorldTurns #OKbabe #AlrightAlrightAlright @DownAtTheSunsetGrill #DonHenley

ALL OMNIVORES EAT HERBIVORES FOR LUNCH

Really, it’s false to be true to your inner conviction, Booya!

If you believe something, that is not proof that it’s for y’all

Creases in your blue jeans and starch in your blue collar too

On/Off, as it were, Input, Words Spells’ Output magic goo?

It is not my fault, none of this from First to the Last Cause

I came, I saw & now I am so long gone forced to be a boss

Rollin’ up & down the freeway with my wheelchair’s chime

Paradise ain’t the place in Space where you dropped a dime.

Of the mouse & the woman, all jackass’ and vermin’s progeny

Gone God’s bottomless pit, a slippery slope, Void All as I was

Kid you not, 40 acres & a mule, goats’ milk drinkin’ whiz of Oz

Y’all know fabulous Kentucky & Tennessee, one heart’s Free!

You will know once you learn a language of the civil savages

Herded up all of the disobedient orphans to turn the pages

Lost powers of sensation, touching, feeling, smelling & taste

Alone in a crypt, squeezed a 3rd eye insight’s toothless paste.

Give Crusaders quest a holy grail, high AHO to all y’all mama

If you please, priests’ & bishops’ pranks, cardinals to a papa

Come as you are, on your knees for A Rising of the con hosts

Communion with nun-baked, thin melt-in-your-mouth posts.

Made out with your mama like my daddy did with my mama

Yeah, I said it again, like I didn’t know and now I see the light

Of forever & never, I cannot opine, I am a transitory ghost Id

Music plays, I hear it’s what counted #WordUp, I am #TheKid.

Hills climbed blindly without a map or any #GPS, I did the Do

Didn’t care about survival of the most fit, I assumed that too

Scooted, crawled, stepped up, turned around, logic implosion

Figured subjects, objects, predicates and the gist of origin Sin.

It never was my fault, I am not at fault, I ain’t obligated to cry

About the great, great, great ancestral lifeline’s idiotic morons

Supposed to be honey sweeter & gratitude for sterility’s sons

Stardust, hardrock remnants of Sun’s supernova, Mary’s high!

by

rjj stephan, i

c. Mardi, 2-21-MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{#KnockedOutThePark while jammin’ to @StevieWinwood #RollWitItBaby #WhenYaStartToLoseYourTouch on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/u_vkKozA8OI?list=RDMM}

F I N I S
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WTFK?

#SuperBowlLVII #Winning #Losing & #PlayingTheGames #EyeWantMyNickelback

COOL CAT?  SUPERBOWL #LVII TIME!

Completely out of our team’s control, when to take a walk and what to mark as Space
Came in second but still a second motion to none but the One’s seminal hole of grace
Tequila helps nothing but the ability to retool the fool who runs the psyche, free Will
No friend of any dogs of war nor the canine who could be mine, your love of god hell.

Got over that episode of beauty & the beasts who eat the living when their dead Blues
Highlights at six or ten o’clock to make the black & white sox rock hills’ purple hues
Modified RNA by the aliens we’ll never know, the invisible ones that drafted The Word
As above, so below the flesh of the angels feathered the nests of eagles, flight of a bird.

Monkey miracles swung from the tree vines to keep above the sharper teeth of cool cats
Uncles & grandmamas refused to perish, survived to copy the code left over by the Aliens
AL some called him or sometimes #AI, the program for DNA replication #ala CoVid bats
Out of the hellish-type caves underground where the sea used to be before the H2O Sins.

Of Eve and Adam or whichever grunt applies to the Alpha genome, the eagle flies home
At the End of the story, last gasp for the things that will only become what used to be
Forgot about the whole shebang of constant light-noise, charade of top 100 Hit Parade
Y’all woke up in Timbuktu, fell outta bed, hit your head, my nest’s gone, All's dead, fade.

Perfectly at one with the Oneness of the solar system’s part of the whole shebang
Common ground or the complex abstraction of thoughts & recollection poontang
Sorry, but it rhymed and it was disrespectful and I apologize, please accept my cover
Up and up above the fray where you really can’t survive, just go & see to get it over.

Life was always too short for any form that was conceived and hatched from an egg
Virus, bacteria to all of us, you, me and all of the grateful dead and all of the yet to Be
Mothers and fathers of the final end, the super Nova comin’ later or sooner, I love Sin
It may be happening as we think and speak, taking it’s own sweet Time in black satin.

You changed again, you used to be the way I liked you, now I don’t like you, must be you
It isn’t all me certainly who sees the world like you never did, my everything angels flew
Aircraft of your backbone, yours on top of my own, made the memory to be my last detail
That’s Life your heart won’t know, lives begun Doomsday mama said, ‘ShytSonny! Sail!’

This ends well because it is a part of the whole shebang, it’s all academic to the student
Of the mice and men you & I have known through merging with the power of a Trident
Of Earth, of Wind and Fire to be or not to be the form of the elements animated by a ‘G’
Might be One or the Many, ticklin’ the 88’s, Nothing's fair, stars, Void, this completes Me.

by
rjj stephan, i
c. Superbowl @LVII Sunday, 2-12-23 @ 555 AMPST
{ Grappled while listenin’ to a conflagration of #BornToBeBlue @ https://youtu.be/KR4cQXxSee8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

The Five on the Fifth of the ONE Janvier '23 #SStraightOuttaCompton #XXXrated #DontListenGetAClue #NWA @NWA @LindaMoultonHowe #GovernmentMule

COMING RIGHT OUTTA COMPTON’S CHLOROPHYL CONCOCTION

Above the glow of your hot blood in your bleeding heart, there’s room for deeper function

To be or not to be isn’t the only question for the Bacon nor the Bard, there’s one more skin

It’s very thin to cover up the blood and bones, flexible as the plastic and stiff as what’s hard

Usually too far gone to do anything but shatter into shards, once or twice, there’s a bell jar.

What you do when you fall down to the ground to get out of the rain, that’s up to you all

No more, no mas, it’s the ending of the story’s original line of fire, here & now, a last call

To the kids of the motherless children, orphans of gods on Earth, failed comingled spunk

Can’t drive in the parking lot, it’s full of the grub grabbers, dead cows formed, flat funk!

Mixed, menudo is all the same, every little thing in a big ball of anti-matter fuss & funk

As above, the black and empty is everywhere we go, grim inside of empty skulls T-bone

Society folks reek like they do, no secret scent of the flowers and the whiff of the skunk

On a trip without a ship, car, bike or board to move faster than my feet, carry me home.

Equation is an inequality and a fraction of the One, many times one is still the identity

Not two or tree like my daddy told me, it’s just me & you, a number one numeric duo

Fear spelled backward is all you need to slam the meanings, it’s all about RAEF-beats

Reefers on board, just surfin’ reefs, smokin’ BBQ’s dead fish, meat-life’s hooved-feet.

We’re the game of the hunter we don’t know, a specter of imaginary, empty, too high breeze

All along the Renton watchtower where Jimi feared to go, there were signaling dogwood trees

Thoughts of a thinker come into one’s mind and flitter away in a New York minute of soil sex

Rather be in peril’s double jeopardy than behind bars, in gaol or prison camp behind a crux.

Peter, Paul, Mary & the brood of non-sequitur arguments pro & con, all too human probed, dead

Not even meat to eat, funny how that goes, plant of the ants, all recycled mushy mish-mash bread

Made in an oven or just in a factory of creation from raw material to useful form of Life’s band-aid

Covering up open gashes and sore cuts and bruises, so the healing can resume the holy crusade.

Lookin’ for love and peace, hippy or beatnicky from way back in the olden days, came & long gone

Nowhere in this material world, barely in the immaterial recollections of the deception of i-Phone

As if you have the world in your pocket, in your hands if the charge is full function, yet you do not

Nothing can be the atomic fission and fusion while maintaining all too human shapes of divine Rot.

On rivers, oceans, beaches & snow-bound, frozen tundra, as if bad, mean guys kick a foot ball over

Goal posts and helmet heads of the symbolic angels of the Down, a touch and a throwdown a lover

Makes seven senses tingle even if there are yet, five or six, one extra above the fray, in a paper bag

Being nothing, knowing nothing is an omniscient being without dimensional form, essentially a hag.

From ma & pa, don’t know where they went afterlife but there under the rocks & soil, casket dirty

Undug from the moment of the Big Bang, now deeper than the unfathomable, fashion of the chitty

Banged the jams out of the symbolic cymbals and blew wind from the holy pipes, twisted & straight

It is done, a whirlwind of seams bursting, letting it all hang out, hip-hair hung down, God dang Fate!

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Slamuary Vth, MMXXIII Anno Domini, Jeudi @ 666 AMPST

“On the corners with the orphans and firebirds who get called when the going’s way too tough;

Ridin’ dirty surf until the curls wane into air- bubble foam, full moon to a neon One, 51 card deck”      - - - - - - - - -anonymous

@TomJones @VanMorrison #HouseOfCards #PlayGamesWinLoseDraw @Springsteen & @AynRand #SamoSamo #LocalHeroes #Avatar @xteena @LeeRetenour

PEACE OUT OF WAR TIME, SHUCKS

Now, I’ve got more than enough time to say nothing about star dirt
The one only I live, not one you or anyone else in this river bed city
Came out my mother & father while in love with the flesh, got hurt
By bad guys & gals in the world I came to know in a city of no pity.

Now when there’s no reason left to rhyme on a dime, be, you too
Fool’s errand requires a dime to be pure silver without copper hue
A saintly valentine for lovers of gush, all too human lusty god crew
A three wish fairy droppin' dimes & caused the sky to mutate blue.

Modern yet mad as a hatter from Alice’s wonderland, pretentious Id
Part superego, part innocence, ate food-alien predators, I'm The Kid
Wonderful Hispanic cowboy with tan sombrero to keep burns away
Being enforcers brings antagonism from the bad guys Doc Holiday.

Curiosity requires RNA transmission to the genome, idiot extinction
By random pairing of divine forces to procreate or not, a mortal sin
Way more than love, living' a dream within dream’s nightmare mind
Outside of your skull, your mind’s workin’ a room to avoid the Find.

That you, I & every other thing in the universe is a game of a One
Nobody here now or ever before or later will be privy to being, Sun.
Highlight darkness’ lack of burning atomic matter, fission, fusion on
Nothing to see here, no eyes on a subject or object of predication.

Logic & reason don’t count, it’s just a mentally retarded act of god
Nothing to do in a middle of deep space, Jetson flight UFO hotrod
Diamond-dirty, golden dawn comes up stoned, outback yet no fear
Underdogs devoured with rice grown out foes’ fecal mud, closer.

Enter the dragons & the crusaders, that’s what you’ve got left over
Or set down at a desk, in a classroom or in your office, drinkin’ beer
Because you own the company you work for, atone employee lover
Self-knowledge of who I am, who you are, what this is now & here.

For once in your life, you followed the path to the end, seein’ it all
Spit at you when you came home from War, It’s OK, nothing special
Pitched my tent at the side of the roads until the sheriff knocks out
My cracked driver-side wing window fell out on the ground, broke!

Railroad tracks go to and fro, here to there just two rails for the ton
Big John or Little Joe came over me back when I was One, evil one
Predicates talkin’ for me & still I’m quieter than y’all, mama Brown
Down with the rest of the losers who won high time in Lucky Town.

Well enough alone, got bent & I didn’t let the cats out of the bags
Common denominator of every numerator one to nine, up & down
Hauling baggage that’s empty and yet full of nothing but bad air
Carbon Dioxide, monoxide, tan an ox hide, whatever, it ain't so fair

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

@AynRand

<3

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Great Year 2022 Anno Domini with #TheONE chalked up for the #septuagenarian ages . . . #HardcoreSoftwareMagnetics @Mariah_Carey @Christina_Aguelera @ZZTop

Five’ll Git ya ten, moon

 { no needle & no spoon }

Full of Excretion, wasted good taste & evil eyes of unholy, innocent kissin’ cousins

None of them at fault for their actions, yet they’re all sorry, feelin’ guilt for senses

Inherited from the faux elders they came from both body & psycho-social bones

Most of us get a complement of bad advice from the mean & nasty predecessors.

On a freight train chuggin’ ahead or just climbin’ a high mountain to jump off of too

In a dream or in reality, you & I can both see what happened when you lost the crew

Of men & mice that populated the empty space that told you what you already knew

That you’re a tool, lucky to be for a minute, a century, more or less, A Bubble of blue.

Pickled the existence memory with writing on the cave’s inner walls that nobody sees

Blinded by seeing so many rainbows up in the sky, never could find the pot of gold ore

Amazing though it is, just refraction of sunlight, burning gas effulgence reached in & out

At the end of the road’s path, well-traveled gone downwind & back uphill, like Sisyphus.

Screamin’ of this daydream’s night’s mare is only a figment of a sleeping giant’s reverie, gods

Left this for you & I to recollect the actually emptiness of everything but Life on Earth, hotrods

All ’57 chevies or ’24 Tesla gone country, city, jetsons up above and below the whole shebang

Wavelengths and frequencies of the sights and sounds I recommend, I came, I saw, I got hung.

I didn’t end anyone’s life, I ended everything from quarks to electrons, neutrons, protons & star

This solar system was a whim of the thought I had before my Ma & Pa punched my ticket so far

When & if One is one and the same as the One always was and always will be in retrograde sin

Of fathers, sons and holy ghosts they came from, reason, logic, rational stench of lies & yo’ kin.

Not your fault but it’s your fate, you’ve no free will nor choice in the material world flim flam

Quantum leapin’ now, get ready to unload your guilty insanity for a striking-war of god-elves

Comin’ right out of left-center field, that cow’s hide was flyin’ over the fence for atomic fields

Energy becomes what it’s always been, neither creatable nor destroyable, I think, ergo, I AM.

Creeps you know or will know sooner or later, they run the backstreets and garbage alleys too

Known felons released from the locked up cells of rats who got dirty & hosed off in a cesspool

If not six feet down in a hole, above & below the air’s forces of gravity & power in cosmic soup

As you know, you’ll never forget the Truth, Time temporary, Space infinite, now wake the Fup!

I got some of your ol’ Bakersfield, where all of the gold got melted down into changed bitcoin

Honoring god foremothers’ charming allure, against ALL free wills, bore the all too human, son

Into the ground of being here and now, with or without the blinded faith of the savior genes

DNA & RNA from UFOs of interstellar cosmic debris, Nothing you can do, It Is Already Done!

Grips on the groping and skinless bones preachin’ out from the decrepit apes and their chimps

Runnin’ the dozens or just quippin’ with the brothers and sisters from other mothers, kid pimps

All that smell goin’ in and out of the ‘hood’s bowery and those dark shadows of the ol’ chumps

Not their fault that their related to the lucky to be here, should have been extinct, #2 dumps.

Loose stools and bloody runs of the ecstasy that stinks of taboo perfume, only God can handle

Created for us all to govern our behavior, remaining free & out of gaol, prison or a farmer’s dell

Pork & beans sustain your blood, muscles & brain function, you need the holy water too, Dew

On the way to the end of the line, it’s straight ahead, eyes are open, blinkin’ #182 times, Boo!

by
r j j  stephan, i

c.  Freezember XXXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{Pricked from & evergreens & pine we chopped down to make the Housing & Urban Development & lust for rich man’s gold, jammin’ to @LynyrdSkynyrd L I V E concert AT the @GreekTheaterLA link @ https://youtu.be/gwkkJEyrNiE }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TalkinToTheSky #WindMother #HighwayBrother #EarthTobaccoRoads #DontBeFallacious

RJS

FOUR FALLACIOUS HEARTBEATS FALL IN LINE

Logical consequence of using false premises to lead to invalid conclusions, false narratives of gods
That you actually were created as a gift from God to your parents, Falsehood repeat often all in video
You have it on videotape & magnetic 8mm from the 1950’s when papa was a youngster about thirty, so
Here we go into travel between my ears, a distorted notion of how it should've been, with/without me.

Uranus isn’t far from Oneness to answer, so far away for so long that it’s actually now inside of a Hole
A small black One that nobody in an all too humane body can see or fathom, 'less you dig, bury a soul

All in your own mind, happiness of your mothers & some few two or three of your fathers, sung songs
Surviving as the fittest of  litters, all that glitters all over seven continents is a god of gold, Sun bongs.

You don’t really want to ever fathom how far off of the mark of the Truth you are, mind as well laugh
A tragedy to miss the comedy in the thing itself & the essence of One, solar system’s galactic stars
Relatives of our own oneness up Space-sky, illusion that it’s movin’ from East to West wobblin’ half
The rest of the saga comes the day you die, on a day I die, a day we all die, atone all at once, laugh!

This couldn’t have happened if you were wise, paying attention to morons & idiots teachin’ the rules
Miscreants and the D minus students, all the voting of dead citizens who still vote from deeper graves
No jungle of asphalt and concrete can stop the seeds from sprouting & growing up, wizen’ up fools
So they could die in peace, mouth’s agape, eyes wide opened, good men & women, boy & girl tools.

Amending my constitutional pacing square blocks in hostile terror of being mugged has ended, I fly
Inside of my @Tesla none of Man's rules apply to me, CHP cannot stop the real mama, a new high
Raised her babies & sat in a rockin’ chair sippin’ apple jack & smokin’ some top she flower woe
It all came down to A Good Book & bad boys, in church or in the bar with the tender & hook-ho.

My gods were before Atilla the Hun, before Nebuchadnezzar II, Babylonians got time on me myself
Head inside of the good or the bad book, it’s a game, you got Rules of the laws, you comprehend it all
Games not yours but you’re all in, you’re playin’ like it or not, dream to be #Woke, an extinction crew
They never did like you man, tried to let a virus & bacterial germ take care of that, it do the trick too!

Let is all do what it do, as if there was another choice, finally, if you live, you're going to die young

Way before your time, eternity is all it is cracked up to be, in a cracked up world gone to the evil life

Meaning whatever Evil is, it's Live spelled backwards and part of the great Lie of all Space & Time

You are matter & matter matters to what's the matter with you and I, dusty starlight dropped a dime.

You know now exactly how I always felt, you never knew you felt the very same, it came all around
In the circle of babies grown from egg to casket content or bone-ash of threUe wishes to hear a sound
Rather than the dead of black night, a deletion of conscious awareness is Silence of the speech wisdom
Left handwriting on the wall scratched into the slate rocks allowed to be scorched stardirt God leftout.

I thought that this impersonal entity was playin’ either shortstop or catcher, just switch hittin’ to Right
Got over though, ran faster than the catchers who couldn’t catch a pitch, I wanted to lose one last fight
Never givin’ up without a fight, handcuffed, back-stabbed, ankle shackles, cell barred-up a fallen hero
Left behind by the minions who scored early & won it all without giving it all, dead on a battlefield.

Trouble to tease all into submission of Awe ethics & morality & reduce you to a common denominator
If it’s more than a fraction are nothing but fake facts, a factoid illusion of  human sea mermaid lore
Monks & the monkeys appear in bliss, alive & will die & that’s it, above heaven rings hell's bells' fire
Nobody is threatening the species gene pool with extinction, a threat's inevitable, see DNA?  God core.

Maybe right or wrong, either way a fool’s errand & only a fool knows what to do with nylon stockings
Be a fool with talent to tear repair two black stockings with the black line down the backside, pegs ting
Makin’ legs appear cool, movin’ outback in front of your own eyes, not close enough to pull downtown
So, you can handle the Truth, after all, what say YOU? Mums the WORD up, huh? Bumped my frown!

Happy to be down with a shark that knows me deep down in the sea, waiting on something to die for
Without the drinking & eating dead things, die younger than your father & his father, suckin’ hind teat
Without the liberty there’s slavery, your choice to make yourself because you’ll die when it’s your time
Gives you the right to do what you want, anytime you wanna do it, they’ll throw you in the ol’ gaol.

Pretenders all find what they’re lookin’ to pretend about, it’s easy to get adept at  pastime, I can’t do it
Everybody else can do it like it’s second nature, good for them & they’re lucky if they don’t blow chit
Monkeys & the morons call for us to rustle up the grub, just a following herd, I am hurt to be a head
Happy to be hurt, my head get to sleep & forgets about it, dreams work the magic, ‘til all Love’s dead.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Freezember XXIIIrd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Kicked out this jammin’ to @PeterRivera of @RareEarth link @ https://youtu.be/MAsy5y6vq-A }

F I N I S

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