#WhereTheCountryGirls #GitMeThereFast #KidsGrowUP #RememberTheNoise?

SMELL GOOD & GEORGIA PEACHES

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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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W.W.A.R.D.?

@BoJackHorseman #FullMonty etc, etc, etc . . . mash potatoe chips' tips ....look out below! @LukeCombs & @TracyChapman duet ...bottoms' UP!

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M A S H  POTATO CHIPS’ TIPS
Just too busy thinking about us because you were dreaming about the missing links of Ever
It’s walks in the moonlight on the beach or at the park that made it all worthwhile, forever
It’s not a problem, I just didn’t see it comin’, a fast ball right down the middle of the plate
Man, it’s a battle, no it’s a war of the millennia and I’m on the way to losin’ my stride’s gait.

Fine lines between the parallel winner’s cups, above and below got covered up by star dirt
Light and dark come from the holy spirit within the Catholics, nobody else got any, that hurt
Why the creator would leave out the atheists who can’t believe their own eyes and ears noise
Flying like an eagle or dove won’t help the all too human point of view, It fades to black, boys.

Daughters and sons I didn’t have will be happy for eternity, I am irresponsible for not procreating
More of the fodder for the fathers who never cared about MY fathers, brothers or cousins of bling
They worked, they played, they lived happy and sad, buried the loved, gasped & left eyes wide open
No choice, no freedom to choose not to croak in your bed, in your truck or in a church pew, I’m ZEN.

You laugh, you’ll die without that last bottle of wine & walk in the moonlight & some foolin’ around
Magazines got pictures, you got the real thing you thought was just a stepping stone on the mound
Pitchin’ the balls from 90 feet or whatever the distance from rubber to home is, brushed back punks
Crowded the plate, on the left and the right but I shaved their chest & nose hairs off their sick junk.

Not everyone dies when the body gives up the ghost, some living humans believe they live forever
Almighty words written on the cave walls & the dead pulp of the life’s blood trees, burn or learn it
Words of subjects, predicates, objects strung into phrases, sentences, paragraphs & bottles of wine
In the end, taking the time to listen, you find a thrill in finding out, joke’s another lost fruit of a vine.

Party until you sleep or die trying to have a good time because the reverse is what you run from fast
Nothing more nor less than surprise that you’re an invisible lump of scarcely a soul at all, but alas
Gods don’t give a twist in the night about your opine of the situation, housing unknown, food gone
No job, no money, no way to see past the railroad tracks, Maria got hit by a truck in front of daddy’s.

Poor then better and then depression from the moment the unspeakable, unthinkable occurs, smack
In the face of shock-jock minds too busy being all too human, fabulous snap happiness turned sorrow
Time away in the country slowing down & fooling around, drinkin’ wine, smokin’ on the porch in back
Tracing you & your packaging from the original sin to the finish line above or below the stones below.

Don’t stab the messenger because you’ll find the knife slicing through blood & bone that began here
Where you think you want to be, here and now, isn’t the place you’re gonna go to, but it’s too soon
It ain’t for a small reason that you are ignorant, it would kill you if you knew, I’m just an ape’s baboon
Came from Nothing, literally, before I was conceived in my mother’s empty womb, I had no fool fear.

I walk, I scooted and crawled and I can run but I can’t fly, I won’t try to jump off of a cliff & clap hands
Get the bums and junkies to repair their queer, closed minds, damaged by the chemistry of thrill fans
Killed the game, ate the spoils & died of poison blood & stomach aches, karma needed to bite it back
Function of the pyramid from bottoms up to the top is just to be or not to be, so there’s no question.

Full tank but I came up empty of the smoke and mirror images leftover by the DNA & RNA codex fix
They called it lust, love or just getting’ it on for a minute like a cough or a sneeze, but it ain’t no tricks
Proper language leaves behind the meaning of absurdity and solid jokes about dumb MFrs in charge
Of men & mice who notice the facts of life are rigged without free choice, only One lives that large.

Rats and roaches leftover from the holocaust’s ashen dust, hopes resurrected death spirals in utero
It must be the past if you say so, it’s this future that nobody knows except to speculate friend & foe
Who is the enemy of the civilized but the savages of the seven continents, tribes of egos that all die
One way or another, you got a code, texted S.O.S. FedEx, UPS ground or airborne, four walls of a fly.

I never wanted to be fabulous, that was your intent to become the one who is the epitome of OMG
Hell on Earth is just a way of expressing not applying the Will to Power, making dreams come up free
Price is free of charge, because billionaires never pay for anything, it’s the diamonds or the lace gems
Cartoon-films, recollections of memorable experiences, inaccurate, embellished without raps & dams.

At the undertaker, at the wake, at the funeral, in the ground’s being dead & gone, ash & bone earned
Joke was on you that you’d know why you knew me for a minute or three, mom didn’t abort, it honed
House of cards fallen, Bridge, Spades, Hearts, Poker, Old Maid or another shuffle of paper rectangulars
Quadrilateral will drive you insane with the lines of angular trajectory, joke is on you, got your jugular.

World spins they say, it looks like wind is blowing clouds by from the south or the north, westward HO
Nothing is there when everything becomes the Void, intended by the Power I can only conceive, not be
Nutshell philosophy, y’all sat down too long and your gluteus max’s are asleep, legs tingling to backflow
Bars all empty at 2 AM, god spirits all remain, y’all slow down, drunk drivin’ in the land of foo-foo free.

 

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, February 4, 2024, 6:66 AMPST

{ Collected tidbits that fell off the back of the truck last night about 2:00 AMPST, jacked it up while jammin’ to #TooBusyBeingFabulous #GroundHogDayAgain on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hsDX5V1Jw-M?si=iFf0oG_sPP3hP26f }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#SkipARope @RalphBakshi #FritzTheCat #FelixTheCat #PatSullivan

Archbishop of Suspicion

Mary, it’s your prerogative to choose life or death since it’s soul that is immortally feared
By the minions and the powers that be, the whole shebang, whole enchilada even Stevens
Fetched the remainder of the leftovers & fed the dead life to the dogs in the cages & pens
Perfectly in the center of a zero, where nothing else can be, there’s no room for the daddy.

So, you leave & the cash gets undertaken under the table for the taxes to be distributed dots
On the matrix without a longitude or a latitude when both are necessary & required for robots
No question about it, it’s a red herring that doesn’t exist anywhere you know of, just fear a reap
All you have to your self is anima, a soul, once that’s gone, nothing’s left, click a dream over ‘ap’.

For once in a while you become inundated with the pain & pleasure of your kinfolk & friends
Too bad you can’t add in the enemies to the mix, you could be or I could be the savior dead ends
Harmony rolls the whole thing into a ball of confusion & it doesn’t matter because energy can’t die
Like all the ultraviolet and infrared wavelengths of misery & the ecstasy of finding your mind’s eye.

The thing is talking and walking around but not paying attention to your presence, you’re a ghost
Singing and shouting the words that cast the spells inherited from the wizards who still got lost
In Space, in Time, all out of both at the final end, the gasp of air in the middle nowhere you know
It’s never going to get any more clear than it is at the moment, it’s a mystery you’re a job to blow.

Conditions of the unconditional are necessary and sufficient to induce a rational conclusion hit
On high or low, between Chicago and the last train to Clarksville, everything remains the same
It’s nobody’s fault, it’s the universal mind’s obligation and responsibility for the Cause of effects
Freedom, Liberty, first time, every time, it’s all that matters, slavery, indentured masters’ sects.

Mean people were born and died but they left the marks of their presence behind cyberspace
In back of the jolly roger skull’s crossbones a colorless, black background mimicking Outerspace
Apes with little or no hair on the naked skin, that’s the way the ancient tome bible cuts the jib
Trying to get the Truth when nobody knows what the Truth is, well, that’s just an Adam’s rib.

Known about the secret words & spells to make magic work, cause effects at will, power play
Most all of the time, you have Time itself on your side, but there comes a time, a trick, a lay
Don’t be naïve, you’ve been naked since the day you were born, we all were well-dressed too
Skin & bones run by the organs to devour the milk and matter from animal & plant form food.

No stinger was required to inject the venom the day that Mary gave me the ultimatum to go
Truth or not inside the outside where nobody is allowed to be, the gist of the race is so slow
Moves from daylight to nightshade, if you’re lucky you live happy for a long while, so long
It takes a lot of love to be free enough to deduce a conclusion which is not false, now wrong.

It took a lot of love to get to the place your parents conceived you in a orgasmic tick
Of Time & Space, it’s a scientific faux fact, if you are alive & happy or sad, you picked it
Harmony and the symphony acting marvelous to the vibratory feeling, low audio high
Can’t sleep beyond the dawn, a necessary condition to movin’ on in the dream’s sky.

On the ship since day one but there’s no anchor & there’s no shore in the costars’ sight
Follow the spin of the planet, spins clockwise north hemisphere, counterclockwise tight
A meeting is always required by the supervision to check the efficacy of their command
If this makes any sense, I made it clear that perfection achieved was my final demand.

 
It all came down to the music of my glory days, the lyrics that rhymed the reason jive
Clear light shone in the dark closet where angels feared to haunt, ghosts were all alive
Nobody could see them but the good-looking faces & perfectly formed bodies of gods
Ne’er to be another animal’s food that peels your meat off of your bones, no bloods.

Open to happiness, the good, the bad & the ugly indeed move inside of our spirit too
Glory days after our infancy & childhood, into our teens to the twenties, got war blue
Joined for the tour of duty that were a roll of the dice, got the kids, just boys into men
Always deep down in the faithful words, it’s all gonna pass you by, like it or not, Amen.

This couldn’t happen again, could it? Or is this that once in a lifetime, thrill divine? Oh.
Probably is but you’ll never know since it’s never happened before, no answered prayer
Suddenly you’re mine, hold me, I hold you and you’ve never been so near before, I’m here
Matter and form of the things themselves will dissolve like sugar in water, let’s all blow!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, January 14, 2024 Anno Domini @ 5:55 PMPST

{ Crafted this while jammin to #Mary by @ZZTop link @ https://youtu.be/va9NM-Fnehk?si=DhlMj34RIBjcCM_3 & @BrooksAndDunne #NeonMoon @ https://youtu.be/8IjOQmwlGmk?si=HQA68tTxC-0kaOeu  }

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W.W.A.R.D.?