#GodsGiftsToWoman

HOW’d SHE GIT THEM BRITCHeS ON?

Slap your gram-maw, mine passed on to the great beyond before their times, all grand ones
Kidding or not, the fiction remains as the Truth’s reality, nobody gets out alive, y’all gotta go
Somewhere out of this Earth’s pervue there’s no place like Home, no place at all to play ball
Marchin’ onto the big dance but I didn’t know how, I played 8-ball & threw darts at the wall.

Brew and Mash for the boys and beer for my horses too, dust needs to be swallowed, I spit
Chaw chewed tobacco from the natives was the addiction we couldn’t avoid, all fell in love
Doctorates can’t help the addicted, mentally unhealed inheritance of the third human eye
Moneymakers for y’all & for me, laws prohibit taxation without representation, until you die.

Think corpus dillecti a moment, won’t be able to ponder it once it dawns upon bald monks
High or down lower than y’all ever wanna go, shootin’ 8 ball you gotta hustle the loser honks
Being ahead of the cue ball with your stick all chalked-up tip, a little English slides of shtick
No more nor less than perfectly innocent of the blame and credit of paper or hard plastic.

Get ready to be set to go when I give you the signal, you’ll know the sign, only your vision
To be or not to be the all too human spirit and soul of 208 bones, rollin’ blue blood within
Keepin’ the flow goin’ until the final gasp of gas is the whole point of being here to atone
For the wrongs done to the ones with rights, all the karma evens it up at the final moan.

Seen enough, battles in the wars before the young boys and girls with britches yanked up
Moved into the uniforms’ combat boots, striped up or metal bars, clusters or stars in a cup
Alive until they’re dead, regardless of the discharge of honor or loss of O9 pay-grade’s grape
Don’t you think about anything, therefore you don’t exist, a Cartesian form of a UFO shape.

You said, gin, whiskey, bourbon, vodka are fine but 180 proof has no equal, hangover, over
Refused the acceptance of the liberty and freedom of speech, idiot slave owner’s hot lover
Walkin’ slow down boulevards and avenues leading to the target, no way to ever look back
Disappearance into a woodwork’s rhythm & rhyme, knowledge is a stack of clickity-clack.

Trees all forested, made toothpicks and burnt-down houses on dead-end streets’ T bone
Elements disintegrate a left over chunk of subatomic particles, love, charm & an i-phone
Dancin’ on the floor or up in the air above the parkay wood, it’s all in the Eden’s gardener
Everything & all in between it all, the whole shebang has no mercy, good God’s a herder.

Stay in line until you’re sheered or butchered, used to warm bare skin & feed the blood
Like fake vampires yet without liquid flows from source to the guts of carnivorous food
You are what you all eat, someday something will be you when y’all get eaten by honkies
Beepin’ their freaky sounds both day & night, extinction’s comin’, wait for it ye Monkeys!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, June 1^st MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Crafted as I jammed to @CarlosSantana feat. @RobThomas link #SMOOTH @ https://youtu.be/6Whgn_iE5uc?si=DDqUS2jJsl5c8PqE }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SomethingToTalkAbout @BonnieRaitt LOOKIN' BAD IF I SAY SO MYSELF, I'M THE SLICKEST THEY IS?" #WillieSmith #WillieNelson #CHECKTHEWILDDOUBLEYOUEESTEE #EvolutionWildWildWest #CherryBombers

BLOODSTONE & WARTIME

Justice is a ham samich if it’s anything at all, good’s bad & ugly’s beautiful, bad to the bone
All the spoils which are merely the thing itself’s matter in subatomic formation, single file
Before the trail was purged from the wilderness, all too human, as divinity’s smoke is high
Her time is here & now with me, Love in heart & soul in raw war to bleed the rolling stones.

Doom appeared as a nirvanic paradise standing alone, denizens who consume defecations
Swallowing the #6 hooks of 8 test fishing line, respectable to shake it off the overlord breed
Microscopic insights you can’t hear much less see, common as extraordinary women nuns
Hot fudge consumed, beer drunk, top of the heap’s ­reflection of an invisible spark in a fire.

Certainty that we’ll fill Earth’s space with loaned calcium chunks of cancelled RNA/DNA
Why the accidental conceptions occurred is the crux of the conundrum, reason for being
If you have no reason to be alive, you may as well die & conserve LIFE for the rest of us all
You’ll be able to qualify for nothing after-death like everyone else, God laughed, y’all fell.

A dragon breathes the same fire you do, you have no power to heat it up to perform a burn
Spark would be more than anyone could ask for but it’s the necessary condition to learn
How to cause an effect as intended & survive a cause of another effect another day or two
Compensation given as alms for the confrontation, to be or not to be the one I knew too.

Millions of digital additions to my enormous portfolio, search for a rainbow, deserving kids
Be ready for the waterfall’s power to pound sand into a pulverized pile of stardust ashes
Supporter and fanatic follower of the fame and scent of success in the middle of blazes
On fire for as long as there’s atoms to consume, I drown now & then in the purple hazes.

Pretension of the mensch is that you have control of the ground of Being, come on man
There’s a complex simplicity within souls invisible to naked eyes of being all too human
Idiotic morons born to all women raped by men most ignorant of wisdom’s cosmic dust
Run all ancient & modern civilizations with or without you & me, Love’s prayer, sex, lust.

Dragons upset below the nightmare Earthquake now, shakin’ the ground, what you forgot
It’s revolving & rotating not to mention wobbling, let it be honest, powerful, miraculous hot
Gods perfected the sexual healing acts that propagate the families of viral bacteria carriers
Ancestors evolved out of bacteria, learned conceptual analysis & extinguished monsters.

Here for New York minutes & only your ignorance of how to be a bully works in public eyes
Pulse resonance, magnetic frequency vibrations are good & bad, it depends on the forces
Hard or soft to touch, sight unseen, sound unheard, tasted live is evil, live double reverses
Smell the scent of the Unknown, it’s neither sweet nor sour tasting, nothing is just my size.

Found what I searched for in the mass, volume is zero over zero fractionalized, cinematic
Negative vibrations sensed by the poor dogs and cats, you have a halo or an uncool vibe
Systematic journey from conception to annihilation of the thing itself that causes all Life
Ignorance for all, enlightenment of whatever came before the Big Bang, fight with a knife.

Animation of Life on Earth is inside of your head, that’s life, that’s reality’s crusader feats
All over when it’s over, neither heaven with the gods nor hell with the mind deceiver teats
Mark my words, my mother used to say that, forcing me to recall it decades after the fall
Stolen thought behind the sound, that it’s Life, it’s all about me & you and what y’all bawl.

Effect of a First Cause of Life, mitotic and meiotic subdivisions of cellular multiplication
That is what it’s all about, the Effect of the First Cause is just this, that’s all there is, Sin
That’s the strength of disobedience to almighty laws of a universe, punishment rhymes
As it is above, so it is below us, conclusions are inductive/deductive at identical times.

Mental & physical without psychic content, it’s the creation of the creator, soulless ego
Tremendous pressure by the time it’s all over and the rigor mortis solves the dilemma foe
Many of everyone’s other than you deep down inside, all the same in Time and Space, Up
Annoyance of angels and mortified nekid-apes at a concert’s smooth repayment in a cup.

Binge until the undeniable threat presents itself, Life wants you dead in the end, freedom
That’s all there is for real, without freedom that means it’s slavery to the master of Doom
Before you & I were born & raised in the city & out in the backwoods country, bang, zoom
Open mind, Death means it’s a holy deadline, wake up to be woke, dragon, go get some!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, June 1^st MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 444 AMPST

( Cream of the Crop drafted while jammin’ to #WhereTheCountryGirlsAt?  In an infinite loop link @ https://youtu.be/qBbTUw6dIpA?si=O60_evdjTcES9jrf }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HeyNow #AllYouSinnersMonsters #Santana #ZZTop #LynyrdSkyrd #Form #Function #Fondue #FourDEADinOHIO #CSNY #TimingIsEverything #RightBaby? #HillbillyDeluxe @BrooksAndDunne

SLIPPED ON A DARKer LAND MINE & BLEW MY TOP
You flow or you’re stagnant by the rock & silt that block the narrow way, river bent
Full of the emptiness of interstellar space, a Void of unimaginable, infinite masses
It is more than enough to blow your top because it’s your own time to die in a fizz
Lucky if it was gin but it’ll probably be a disintegrating bubble of gas’ bubble of jazz.

Stones in my hands used to be the buildings above & below the ground of dark blue sky
On board or overboard, I need nothing but the air between me & a fish-target bullseye
Important or not, it’s just a pastime while waiting for the last gasp, cast & dropped a fly
Cancer or accidental smashing below a boulder fallen from a broken off-chopped cliff.

Caring neither for seed nor the fruit of the vines, weakness & hunger better than a Jones
Bartender filled me up ‘til closing time, 2:00 AM again, time for sleepy work’s cell phones
You know what I know since you knew before I even suspected, that I was a whiff of dead
Stagnant balls in your belly comin’ my way for the end of your engagement, bloody head.

You ain’t my brother or sister you abandoned piece of dope, smoke or swallowed powder
You better listen for the rat-a-tat-tat that the apes leave behind their wake, clam chowder
Left over cold as ice with chunks of the dead lives of sea life, crackers kill the shock & awe
Without the dead lives of our brothers & sisters of other species, it’s all about my squaw.

I thought I could move around here & there without her, I can’t do it, she’s out of sight too
Stood in the middle of nowhere so long, I thought it was all that there ever was, y’all blew
From this place, here & now to eternity’s trip to an imaginary spin of Earth’s retrograde spin
Wobbling around a finite infinity, we’ll roll around on the course, last gasp, I got it, #TheFin.

Long & lonely pathway between the macrocosmic microcosm, cartage before horse hooves
Invented a wheely for the tire, load carriers injected in a vacant hole, two in a rollin’ dance
Of wooden, metal, rubber & paper wads of all filthy elements, burn dead meat night moves
Weaponry tools, execute in self-defense & necessary & sufficient tools for herd sustenance.

Being alive on Earth is all there is, outside of Earth, nothing exists above or below us all
Dog is God spelled in reverse but it’s a mere coincidence, there’s no reason for the word
For once in my supernatural life, there’s a shaman inside of my face shedding the grace
Five’ll get y’all ten, your conscience is the organ of your living soul, dreaming interface.

Enochian Metatron angels on high as well as in function of the calculus, creepy below it
Since supernatural is what the matrix finds within itself, that’s all there is, high and low
Here now it’s then, no time like the present because the moment it comes it’s all gone
Nothing you nor I are allowed to do anything more nor less than the denizens of bone.

All 208 of them we possess from head to toe, inside lust for life to be gutted, alien food
Boned humans once they hunt & cook us well, we don’t eat them, they flourish so good
Identity theft through the interjection of subjects & objects in hush money predication
Failure to communicate with me is now a fait a complet & the finale is original fake sin.

What you are, who you are now & then in the past yet not who you will be tomorrow
Essence that preceded your & my existences, all of y’all I’m wanting to take a deep bow
Deserved for performing as all creation has been programmed to function for survival
Uptown, downtown, countryside, deep woods, above or below reality, y’all had a Fall.

In the prolegomena of the hyper-future of the species, beginnings are a windy city sea
A lake of great sorts, one of five named after the tribes who survived the big bang tree
Of knowledge exhibiting the good, bad & ugly of being all too human, humanity to quit
In post mortem awareness, nothing is left to contain the guilt, indeed, I Am, too legit!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, May XXXth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 444 AMPST
{ Conflated before sunrise boulevard woke up the greenback lane-full of bovine scat which cannot be dammed-up, the flow link @ https://youtu.be/BvXj7NSLvkg?si=bm01X62JbGB59pqf }
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W.W.A.R.D.?