Gods or alternatives . . . #BluesBrothers @ACDC #Jailbreak #AllInTheNameOfLiberty

 

UNTIL IT’S ALL GONE, GIRL

& . . . your point is . . .

Coming & going to where all of it came from in the 1st place Space

Peer groups and the corpses they’ve left behind, facts in the face

By the time you get to the reading of the words, right here & now

You’ll be too late through no fault of your own, it’s a roll of a die.

Nobody gets out alive, in or out of karma earned above or below I

Ego’s in the middle on a center path, eternity to infinity yet, I, My

Other than me, nothing matters at all, without me there’s no Life

I created it to destroy it, I’m chosen, a free blink & wounded wife.

Fair game when hunting season is hidden from a hunter’s 30:06

Bull’s eyes are the only space to aim, heart blown far over there

Moons up full & a new until Earth moves on, orbits to dark Styx

Then it’s gone girl, it ain’t never comin’ back except a nightmare.

Good or ugly as genetically progenerating exhibition of Speedos

No other way to promulgate the nature of a beast, UFO bush rose

Left off the seeds of extinction with the cause of creation, embed

Deeper acid, surrounded by cytoplasmic jazz, y’all are all dead.

Words are up, high as the leaves on a flower, up in smoke hybrid

Some property to dilate your pupils from invoked smoke, grew It

In ground, mud leftover, stardust from a Big Banger, so I’m told

Time is set in seconds, moving circular jerkin’ hand, NY minute.

Periods in synch with the moon contraption, all egg rotation sin

Extinction is a gender of a species away, eggs vanish, I am all in

No more needs or desires to live beyond Earth with 208 bones

Soul inside and a sole underneath each foot, all concept scones.

Better than a feather floating in the wind, nowhere to land safely

The sanity provides a respite from the heaven on Earth, it’s free

Immerse the awareness in One word, One sound, One syllable ‘E’

Original sins with no place to go, blues’ Blackjack, all dyin’ to be.

Deer in headlights, blinded without knowing death’s afoot, to die

Had a fit, whacked displeasure with reality out of Man’s apple pie

Knowledge and Wisdom fused with TNT & Nitro-Glycerin for Kix

Heaven & Hades, abstracted Reality as an accidental cosmic fix.

Going quick or for the long haul, either way all headed to finish it

Spots between the original & the final transformation are a #Hit

A hundred years down the road of a terrestrial spin, all gone, ye

Hear me, listen closely, lucky to be alive, just die & you’ll all see.

Singing, speaking, whispering & just wishful thinking, words UP

Down isn’t the way to the core’s being, it’s upward to It, the Word

Inside the signal, there’s the meaning to a hidden sensation bird

Tweeting tweets, calling for “X” to save the world in a China cup.

Got the message hidden in a cookie, my fortune is told in a quip

What’ll happen if it all remains as above, so below, stiff upper lip

We may be abandoned in the middle of nowhere, too Big Banger

Forms of Earth’s egos, blind eyes’ black, idiotic, moron splendor.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, 12-5-2025 Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST

{ Trapped until completed, listenin’ to #BluesBrothers schtick @https://youtu.be/CAaer1qNE2s?si=_TWwIh0GbvChQWWI }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#OldTymeRadioscopy #IfYouWantBloodYouGotIt #JohnWickBestFights #LetsPlayBall #BatterUp #ThatsHitWayBackWayBackItsGONE #HomerKingOtani #BunchedSwings #ThisIsNotADream #ThisIsADream @Santana @DonnyHathaway LIVE @TheBitterEnd #PlayBall @ACDC @IronButterfly #INAGADADAVIDA

Z E D

I’VE GOT NOTHIN’ MAN,

LET’S PLAY BALL y’all !

Without a random thought, there’s no doubt that certainty is elusive yet in sight

Night & yesterday the trials and tribulations take place, teach lessons in the fight

No way to do anything wrong, it’s all the method to learn by trial-and-error ways

Heart and soul of the survival mankind achieved on this place in Space always.

Mindful of the souls involved in the animated amalgamations of morphologicals

Common knowledge and occult insights combine into unseen gods, immortals

Never seen in the light of day as if eternal darkness is the God of it all, skin & bone

Well, all of the people who have launched into Space agree, we can’t be all alone.

On the way to the median I can never tell why it’s not the middle of the centerfield

Torture and pleasure in the realm of nervous breakdown from copacetic backfield

Periods, quarters, innings and halves, you never can tell when winners will stiffen

Betting on the favorite to win is more than half the time a good bet, odds are even.

Pits and pendulums the choice of the torture with the swingin’ blade lowered slowly

Closer to the thin skin of the neck, flesh, nerve & bone cut off the brain’s skull spew

Ready to hurl, coming to conscious awareness from a dead sleep, purple royal blue

Thoughts of ideas formulated from a menudo of mud, blood & beer, toke high too.

Preach or stay off of the grid and in the null and void cluster phu-qup, it’s all narrow

Middle path you appear ready to tread, a world disappears in the rear bone marrow

Win or lose the games you & I play regardless of our luck of the draw, we pass & spit

Space allows only mentally retarded humans to fail the test of being fit to survive it.

Mark the day and night, like the song laments, time to recollect the love to be or not

To be One isn’t as easy as it sounds, you must unlearn your teaching, in a safe spot

Must have the back covered, innocent and without defense, being at one as a robot

Creator close, inside and outside, feels separated but together, like a pain in the foot.

From the infancy granted to your soul, you’ve moved onto a grid for the sake of love

No way in Hades I'd ever choose to expose my soul to annihilation, below or above

How to comprehend this mystery we’re breathing & moving within, a $64 question

You may answer but never know if you’re right or wrong 'til you die, 'til I die, then.

Hope & Charity may get you by while Alive but it’s useless post death, got that hag?

Peel away the layers form the onion until the invisible core is exposed for a thing it is

Space, dead air, emptiness, blackness, lightless, inside an urn or casket or burlap bag

Everything converges to points without mass, squared one, produced one that or this.

Numbers either fractions or decimals of at One, everything equals 0 times zero, out

Energy is a name for stuff we get from the sunlight, the wind & water in animation

Too much time on One’s hands leaves a mind out of control for Jazz played by hand

More than One less than zero above, so below, faith, hope, charity, I’m a boy scout.

Hot as a pistol after firing 10-round clip, touch my barrel or you’ll get burnt fingers

How come I let you touch my gun?  It’s the 64-thousand-dollar question, it matters

Energy given is energy used & it disappears into the structure, form of the Itself pile

Cells of recombined genes with nothing but luck to guide on the path, hope in karma.

Good, bad or ugly as you’d have been in a Past, which morphs into here & now's sea

Of waves & undertow due to cuttin’ the rug with a girl named Linda Lu, swayin’ bee

Excuse me is all I could yell as I ran out the door, fearing for life like ne’er before too

Didn’t want trouble, needed a favor, just three steps toward the door, right on blue.

I found the back door rquick, it was locked so I broke it down, broke my fingers too

Dude never saw me again, nor his lady, headed west to California, cross Mississippi

Texas, Arizona, New Mexico & finally SoCal, paradise next to a desert, near Hawaii

Out on the end of the top limb of a Redwood tree, it's an eagle perched, painted blue.

Featuring divine’s sounds of guitars & drums, organic piano, congos & juice harps

Push and pull of the counter-culture to be civilized & incorporated for good of all life

Extinction may be all immanent, I always want one more for the road, a friend or foe

One of them will impact future of things we’ve never imagined, as if the fix is in tow.

Whether fixed or not, you still must survive with supplies & escape plan to urgency

Observe the alternative, it’s either live or die, there’s y no other path centered

Whatever weve 'killed we’ve either eaten or destroyed into dust & rust on hard rock

Survivors don’t pick the same way that victims do, all full of mixed-up 151 rum swig.

I played ball, all tried the catch, throw, kick, smack wood, plastic or metal, I know

Ended well or not, never a champion with trophy wife but we played ball, as we’d go

All rules & coaches did their best to control the power, but y’all, t'was impossible too

It was game time on clock & I was always in the mood, dawn to dusk, a bit byte blow.

Raised near enough to the lake, 1800 west got me on the loose with a Gang of Nines

Bad boys made me join the Air Force or get locked up with Chicago Po-Po, so fine

I left just in the nick of time, played ball since that long ago time back in the high 70s

Here & now the present finds the data rollin’ in one end, one ear & out all the others.

Are you listenin’ now? Mixed from original sin's agreed upon program, linked folks

Nannies & grannies raised the young babies into adolescents makin’ it with egg yolks

I shout, I’m heard, repeated ad infinitum for all I know, last all eternity 'til bada bing

Uncle Romeo reality comes stealth, papa’s o'er here right now, Timing Is Everything!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. XI-XXVII-MMXXV Anno Domini @ 0859 hours

T H A N K S G I V I N G    P A R T Y    T I M E   DRINKS   ALL   AROUND

F I N  I  S

W.W.A.R.D.?

PICASSO  "THE CRYING WOMAN"

 

#NotAmused #TotallyEdified #YouCanLeaveYourLidOn #BBQrednecks #RedneckWoman #WereRednecks #BrothersTillTheDayWeDie #ShortPeopleGotNobody #DeadMansCurve @JanAndDean #CrossroadsFestival #SlowHand

1969 SS Camaro 383ci (small block)

REASONABLE, LOGICAL, DEAD END

Gilded loins as if that wasn’t destiny for every single man & woman conceived

Love and the lack of it is the revolution and the orbit around blown fire-seed

Happy as a sad creation might be if the creator died or ran away with a spoon

Miles and miles of trials, piles of scat as high as a kite, not quite the old moon.

Dripping due to gravity or else everything would remain copacetic as the Void

Keeping in mind that everything is at the bottom of the big idea, Truth to avoid

Subjects and predicates come into view, don’t analyze the compost of menudo

It’s all going back to the original essence, cosmic egg-full of empty atoms’ GO.

Hints of the things only a blind man with a bitter taste and olfactory nonsense

Every single multiplication of zero times zero always equals the inevitable zero

Dot, dot, dot, dada, dada, dada is all nonsense but it keeps the beat & rhythm

Punks off the streets of America, north or south, Euro-Asian-African-Aussie vim.

Punched in the face feels like the way it did the day we were born, we saw light

We went toward the light unless cesarean, only then we got the shock to fight

For freedom and just good oxygen and water to drink as we collect & hunt food

Sailing seven seas or seven continents to roam, like a virus, mankind got so rude.

Eating most everything that’s alive that you don’t need to remain alive and well

Apes could paddle a raft around 7 seas until they’re all annihilated by ordinance

Pump up the rhythm and rhyme, required for the end of lives of our food, pray

Thank the stars above and the diamond dirt below, we survived “The Dance.”

Peers have none, they’ve been purged from the system, only zeroes & ones left

In an infinite recombination of acid, effulgence of subatomic particles, all Gluon

My old home ain’t home any longer, it’s what happens once abandoned for fun

Memory of what I forgot was meant to be, y’all wanna recall, The Day Y’all Die.

Invoices paid, shredded back to zero, nothing to show but a pitiful pile of cash

It ain’t worth more than a pot full of gold, at least the one you smoked, a dash

Freedom from death isn’t an option, you ate the dead things, you’re capitulate

Mer, way Marie, Jojo fallin’ out fenetre, Al-Rob exit stage right, twins two too.

9 steps for the slinky to spring on down to the bottom of the case, bottom’s up

Like it or not, the transportation by air, rail, interstate motors & ships all phuq’d

Little eyes and tiny eyes lookin’ up at the mommies and daddies to see what it is

Nobody knew & couldn’t say, all pretended to be wise, a myriad of actual #Jizz.

Pioneers and the facts of life they went by in their everyday lives are now extinct

Until the last drop of blood, they fought battles and wars for irrational reasoning

For the king & the queen, for the people, for the proletariat all in vain, “X’s” gold

Needing nothing & wanting every byte is good, bad & ugly, leaf substance rolled.

Seed breaks open into the atmospheric space, husk disappears & reverses roots

Gravitational collapse rules override the power of the will, we’ll all be in cahoots

With the power that is, powers that be, we can’t go wrong, we have the answer

Hold Earth’s last breath if you can, you’ll fail that fool’s mission, glad I knew her.

Broken wing can’t fly without the other one, pitiful to know, death’s one’s Fall

Nobody gets any choice to get out of here alive, my girls and wives all crazy Zen

Inner or outer space have no essential difference, then your presence dims it all

Awareness of being awake and getting tired, falling asleep, dreaming It AGAIN!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday, November XVIth MMXXV Anno Domini #HighNoon

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @RandyNewman LIVE link @ https://youtu.be/wR0D6HJms8w?si=0RNZ7GFPP5axCElz }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Contained #FreeBawlin' #KidRock #SugarPieHoneyBunch

WHAt the wolf Said

 to the crow 

“This is the way” down the middle of a fork in the road, neither ahead nor behind balls

As it is all above the Earth’s surface, it is inside the DNA replications of divine spark fire

Mankind being all too human, all created by design or accidental collision free-for-alls

Really it’s all about the way you react to the effects of the First Cause, got no spare tire.

Onto the miracle happening every moment you blink your eyes, it’ll suddenly stop too

Before you’re ready unless you’re conscious and terminally ill, humanity colors it blue

Beat and rhythm to animate the 208 bones occupied by some foreign agent verve, Me

As you are, so I am, just one of the many tryin’ to get over without bein’ a burden flea.

In or out of the bed I retire and dream upon each night, there’s this animated cinema

Nobody is tryin’ to achieve the best actor or best actress but there’s a pitch for an Oscar

Holding hostages just like your secret powers, close to the chest, nobody knows, so far

Comes into the empty house with a blown mind, nowhere to go, nothing but my trauma.

Points counted as one & two, imagine a line between them & a third point’s connection

Driving and steering the course at the maximum velocity of a tachyon, got there my son

Without delay, reason for the trip finally disclosed, there was never a purpose less one

Out in the open, under the sun, daylight glow around it 360 degrees, fourth dimension.

Games played to be won unless you cheat & shave points or miss shots, passes or goals

Blood in veins is blue before it hits the oxygen, hydrogen & nitrogen, then crimson souls

Glow corpuscle after corpuscle in order of death by air, it’s all there is, no God, nothing

Astronauts and cosmonauts know, they told someone but not everyone, Aliens singing.

High times and low spaces make this world go around until the thing itself returns to it

Things alive and others dead weight in gravitational collapse without a conscience chit

Making it comfortable to live out life as you’ve come to know it, is all that matters to Kid

The Kid’s third way always was the only way it could be, hillbillies got fool’s gold all hid.

Spank and listen to the complaints from the sweet and low punks in the boondocks

Pretty babies turn into pretty girls, fine women, sisters turn into the mothers’ pax

True, fine love lurks neighborhoods tryin’ to make more family for the hens & cocks

The stake is that nobody loves you like the way I do, early death or immortal of sax.

High on the totem pole, above the fray to see Nature above & below the holy spirits

Beer, wine, magic peaceful smoke, to be or not to be is what space cowboys do, tits

Pickers, grinners, lovers, sinners, jokers, midnight tokers, peace & love to a hip ‘E’

With nothing more nor less than your conception, Life is your final downhill ski.

Life inside will go home since it’s been gone so long, shake the peach tree all up

A bushel and a peck later, we’ve got enough for ten pies, fire up the oven with 7up

Fly like an eagle, land only to take a wing break, mission to find a cool breeze, son

You’ll follow your own beak the same way, if not you, who will load the shotgun?

Learned on the trike, training wheels on a two-wheeler to a 26” red Schwinn Xmas

What a super gift to shuffle around Chicago when I was a teenager in paradise past

Funk happened since then, sixty years hence, here at one in California gold’s dust

Degrees & Pensions accumulated, made cool folks proud, all in a Viet Nam dance.

I went to the sock hop but it ended before I arrived, my girl went off with another

Or so I’ve been told in the end, none of it mattered, the song got sung to a mother

Days spun the years into decades closer to unknown malfunction or the cool fate

Called us since day 1 of our first breath, we can’t forget, remind me to not be late.

Fruits of the trees, apples of the Earth’s seeds created from a Big Bang’s shrapnel

Here we are, some of us have already gone or haven’t arrived, within an M&M shell

Atmosphere of gas bubble that won’t burst without a fission or fusion catalyst push

Accidental or intentional, cosmic soup to be drunk, Fate eaten, God seen, a @Rush.

Wolves don’t say anything, they don’t talk at all, but the crow heard the inner bark

A look at the eyes looking at the prey or the hunter/killer of its animated life spark

Before long, present turned to future past, a feast of prey metabolized, bloody DNA

Now then, day of YOUR death, know you’ll turn to scat, as God's immortal RNA.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, BLOVEMBER IVth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{God built a dam to contain the H2O, this was an overflow & the words will disappear 30 seconds after you read them! WORD up!}

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SimpleManComplexRiffs #GodDogGog #JiggerOfNaCl #MariaMaria

CIRCA 2012 A.D., MY   FINAL  DAY  OF  LABOR ABOVE

 RETIRED  @DCA COMPLAINTS   OF   CONSUMERS

#Maria @NobelPrize

ROLLIN’ ROCK UP A HILL,

STONES DON’T RUN DEEP AS ROOTS

/\/\/\/\/\/\/RNA\/\/\/\/\/\/

Lookin’ around 360 degrees from the place in Space that you stand, spin about & comply

With the forces of gravity and centrifugal force, ego and the trippin’ Id ain’t gittin’ out alive

Nobody ever did nor ever will, immortality is the antidote to the fear of death, out of mind

Hard Truth divulged by the fathers of your mothers or the church, orphan-priveleged kind.

You come into this world as it is, every continent is the same, dirt of Earth & Fire’s hot Wind

All Time here and now has been comprehended by the astronauts who escaped it to find

There’s all there is right here & now, we got luck of the draw and our daddies sold the node

That all the mothers and fathers before them were descendents of the dead, gods allowed

Lucky day to day, alcohol covers up the desolation and hopelessness of the booby prizes

What you get when you got nothing to give, receiving empty holes of the infinite vacuum

Country or city dirt matters not a twit, on or off of the “X” you know it is what it is & that’s it

Last gasp of air you & I take is the feature you know is an eye opener, it’s cadaver stank s#it.

Turkeys can’t fly and neither can any other game we will shoot and eat, arrow or lead shot

Messages for all who can decipher the code, it not, the gibberish is embedded in crotch rot

Love to live and die every chance I get, just a spirit or angel with invisible wings, not in flight

Will be eventually, the nature of the beast is set in stone code, no mutation, nobody’ll fight.

Mountains climbed, oceans floated upon and navigated underneath, end of days, night all

Muffed up the perfection, what the supernova blew away 93 millions miles from the B-Ball

Learned and ignorant of the essential iota of the Real, ride or slither but don’t walk, y’all run

As fast as your feet can stride, if you fall, just tuck & roll to avoid the pain, it’ll be a lot of fun.

Prepare or just go into the muster without a clue as to what to do, when to do it in corn rows

Death is immanent if you know survival is tenative, depends on a self-defense & hunt blows

Think about hunger ‘tween the hunts, never while an action needs perfect timing, fishin’ too

On the lure, hooked for supper, fire cracklin’ & pot of java smokin’, it’s the Thai-Stick of blue.

Bleeding air as if you’re an inflated rubber tire, rollin’ on borrowed tread from the Good Year

Blight of disease caused the flight of the birds and geese, people followed too late, hot fear

Deceived to stay for the party, it was a trap of the ants without the ants, stayed for the party

Music and fun stop at sunup, nothing but a memory & hangover, I am both Spin and Marty.

Mom and pop were high school honeys, I know who my daddy was, I got his DNA in a T-cell

Drunk or not, the father who made you gets the credit, one chance to get to Earth, it’s Hell

But the alternative is dead-air in outer space between galaxies and volatile-inert flabbergas

Know the Unknown intimately so you can enlighten the ignoramouses about to blow Mass.

Treat them like your sisters and brothers who can’t speak your language, you know a smile?

Eyes without fear, full of shocking admiration, then inner persuasion and a shot of whiskey

All at once, everything comes together, never showed my nude skin and bones, got the key

Fits right in my lock, soul’s in lock-down and the combination is 0-right, 0-left, 1, 2 & then 3.

Glass of wine, sipped in a twilight darkness of a summer sky, Sierra High, asleep honeybee

Sudden impact of the meeting dawned at sundown, impressed from One to Twelve thirty

Needed a half hour of down time to recover the fee for the trick pension in a parking meter

All for me, in the family, soft & sweet downtown, smiles from here to there, Earth ain’t dirty.

Death is the finale of the beautiful dream you’ve either dreamt being aware it was a dream

Or you had no inkling that being awake was being alive, upright in the sleepwalk of a meme

Played you like the fools play the freaks for what they are, anomolies of fathers in a dress

Come and gone with the wind, cool breeze leaving a copy of failure or accidental success.

Workin’ and playin’ with the values of Earth’s dirt & rocks, piled up to the hilt of the banks

Completed the trip, it was indeed over when it was over, there was no doubt, we are tanks

Of wisdom and knowledge of how to survive in the middle of the Void, enhanced RNA cued

From above and so it is below, seen & heard like this, dream big, live large, history imbued.

Down the old dirt road was the beach at the creek at the end of a puddle left of deep lakes

Saturday night is every damn day after high school graduation, factory work, biweekly paid

Dates until the pregnancies of two or three of my girlfriends, it couldn’t be all of it, RAID!

Well the tests came back & now I’m positive, all them girls takin’ me down, welfare fakes.

Rest until you get to the final resting place, you might want to do-it-yourself or fishin’ jiggers

For the ones left lookin’ at what you left behind, keep mementos & trash the rest in a dump

Classic car keys all sold for a million bucks, split between the two old boys, necessary ump

All’s said & done for fortune & fame, over & out, movie stars, fool’s gold diggin’ sand niggers.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, ROCKTOBER XVIIth MMXXV Anno Domini 444 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @LosLonelyBoys LIVE on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/CsiEicpZWbY?si=LjDU6ZSugBsoEuiL }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BarkUpWrongTreeAndSee #FAAFO #KillerLivingWithinGod @WingedAngels #Pilgrim @EricClapton #MyFathersEyes

GODDESSES

Nobody is above the law, neither here & now or there & then, exiled in censure

Happiness is the feeling that you’ll neither be attacked, murdered or eaten blurt

Fiction is non-fiction & vice-versa, names for the creators of all Earth, Wind & Fire

Ending the beginning of here and now that was the present yesterday, love hurt.

Nobody on Earth dies & gets off the planet alive in an ethereal spirit or two, AHO

Hills are the result of inner sanctum operations, earthquakes’ effect of a hot bang

Finished A-train line at the dead end of a street, run dozens, blood, sweat & tears

Rivers of sorrow & mountains of ivory snow, bone deep marrow, rock solid stupid.

Communist, Socialist, Marxist, Leninist, who controls the wings? The Black Hand?

“Come see me!” On another hand, forget about it, pretend we’re all too human

You neither need to see me nor do I need to see you, act as if you’re on an island

With your mother who raised no fool out of six offspring, God cut off your hand.

Dollars and cents just like water in front of the bridge, friends still cut the cards, so

Nevermore can you be afraid of the darkness if you realize it’s your home, dark ho

Deeper than a bottomless pit on a planet orbiting a star, you see what I mean bro?

Right here and now, where you & I are for a brief moment in Time & Space Show.

Pandemics are no epidemic but polemic goes from subject to predicate, as above

So below it is this way like allowed without free choice, liberty & democracy dove

Megabillions of zeroes uncounted during your lesser lifetime, one toke over a line

Dilly, dilly, do not fear the Socialist in your Congress, listen to beautiful & the fine.

Some babies grow girl & boy into woman & man, finite life ahead no immortal

Philosophically correct yet intellectually dishonest, shame on you & yours, ol’ pal

No legs to stand on, no rule of law you can state, you lied as Katie lied, that’s dead

Crickets are all I can hear, yo whenever I’m by the riverside, lying near a riverbed.

Pleading the fifth every single time I get caught with my hand in the cookie jar

Well, it’s first come & first serve, chocolate chip, oatmeal, raisin & my pop’s car

Drivin’ ‘round Chicago at 16 years old lookin’ for my girls, had ‘em blocks apart

They knew & they didn’t care, it was just better than nothing, I always was afar.

It’s all gone girl, I know it, you know it, the sun is comin’ up, we’re still in the boat

Docked under the full moon, crickets and the good lord givin’ us Time in a Space

Full of the Life input into the empty spot, from one comes two, then four, etc, etc

Until the final deposit, the last chance to gulp gas in O2 form, gimme some water.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Rocktober 5th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Jacked this up out the Libido while jammin’ to @MontgomeryGentry #WhosYourDaddy in a loop link @ https://youtu.be/1tb1ngTYl60?si=kzGa8iVPrawSmeFQ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?