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Friday, May 31, 2019

The Beach Boys - Greatest Hits (FULL ALBUM - BEST OF SURF ROCK)



W.W.A.R.D.?

#LowerYourGameteCount @ricoSacto #ricoSacto @ArmstrongAndGetty @JoeBiden



HUMUHUMUNUKUNUKUAPUA’A
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Nothin’s personal here, there’s no need to get your petticoats up in a bunch, gone fishin’ Ma
An amazing feeling of passion for finding what’s been lost, it’s fortune’s west coast bum spa
Grown men and women publicly pretending to be Mid-evil munchers, a homeless, fake cabal
Features are clothing the poor, naked, abused, damaged children, hapless idiots in downfall.

Alive outside, camp out in the open, under the blue skies of the day, twinklin’ black of night
Knee jerkin’ my arse off with the rest of the humane herd, as one toward the lemming cliffs
All for One and One for All is a mere motto of three french musketeers crashed in old Rome
Bloody tweets from the minions with star trek quality communications, prison cells of home.

If you fall down the hills like Jack and Jill while fetchin’ pails of H2O, you’ll all die my bloods
Nobody can live on the mud alone, the oxygen and hydrogen, elixir of the twilight zone gods
Exist they do, chumps above and below this planetary matrix of mud n’ blood way over here
Invisible and disguised as authorities when necessary conditions, cause EVIL to just appear.

I have you right where you want to be, there is no way to disapprove of my Natural selections
Random, recombinant DNA is a First Cause of dreaming supernova sun’s of crazy 7th sons
Numbers of positive and negative signals, east and west of the void, the zero bull’s eye Hole
Inside of the emptiness of a microdot’s center, deeply infused oil ignited, I whistle, you blow!

Corporate greed’s the nature of my plastic soul, oil from the buried dinosaur fluids, girl calls
Abandoned orphans and loved ones of the elders, all in the same buckets and baskets of balls
Consciences of Earth’s land and sea of abandoned matter and millions of miles away, HOME
Lovers of Ustream, Shakespearean death, no fishing signs to be or not, old Caesar’s in Rome.

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r j j stephan, i
c. May 31st, 2019 A.D. @ 8:08 AM PST
{ drafted on #Facebook while droppin’ #Fbombs on bums & listenin’ to #Jacque & #Gieaux at The Facebook Church of Armstrong and Getty on Talk 650 KSTE & breakin’ bread with Jane Fonda fan group Armstrong & Getty #RAWKon }
FINIS

Thursday, May 30, 2019

#RockyKilledStoney @ArmstrongAndGettyPoliScience

ON LASERDRONE, ABOVE n’ BELOW
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You have what it takes to make the machine work in tune with all solar systems’ #fakeDrones
Not just this solar system that Earth rotates around within but also, Alpha Beta Zappa clones
For the love of Adam and Eve and the UFO aliens from other dimensional space-time’s up
Comprehending the full extent of the infinity you’ll never be able to imagine, will you #STFU.

Cavemen and evermore clearly ignored logic and reason caused this evolutionary struggle
Survive? But why? Is this a dream? Is this something like a kangaroo court’s horn bugle
Frozen stiff in the flames of the hottest fire sent from the Sun, the Star’s burnin’ atom-mix
Reasons and causes for everything except for the most important conundrum’s dynamics.

Before you die you cannot become enlightened with the grace of a creator’s imaginary blues
A last breath will come soon enough, there’s no need to shroud the Truth in the #FakeNews
Comin’ up from stellar filth, ashes of a million bones in a mountain array, a zenish, holy bowl
Where nobody’s soul or spirit goes without a clue, that this is it, all there is, #FireInTheHole.

What happens when you find yourself alive and trained by morons, idiots, priests and nuns?
I found out and it’s for me to know, indeed, for you to find out, trust me, targets ain’t easy
In the end you and I will become the dissolved salt in empty space, fodder of human lives
Recollected for the sake of the mob mentality, string ‘em, stone ‘em, fry ‘em all, high fives!

Not from another planet, just this future time of this One and your present is my longass past
What y’all have done is run out of ideas, y’all contaminated the genome’s DNA, nothing’ll last
Peking to D.C. won’t get you anywhere special other than to the end of the infinite’s war game
Win, lose or draw nothing but net, Io-dazzler of holy drones, #ChinaBlanc opium’s to blame?

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r j j stephan, i
c. May 30th, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST
{ blasted out of my face’s skull content while listenin’ to Armstrong & Getty Radio Show on Talk 650 KSTE 0600-1000 PST this AM, done by #NineOneOne & done! }
F.I.N.I.S.