Whitey, the Black Knight's chess checkmate! @EricChurch #RecordYear2020 @Santana #EveryYearRecordYear

SOUL AIN'T INSIDE, WHAT IT IS CAN'T BE!

Got the juke box on, reminds me why I came down

At bottoms up, honky tonk, under a neon slip sloop

Spinnin' on an imaginary dreamer's wedding gown

She loves it more than a cosmic ape's chicken soup.

Tell me it is going to be alright before I die, alright

I will say the world is a vision in a category of light

From a holy one to the dirty one, I'm everyone son

On my side, I'm gonna lie until I see infrared's gun

Two souls on either side of the Mason-Dixon line's fire

Particular subject and object without a predication sir

Points of order and mass of chaos with or without wings

Choirboys, altarboys, paperboy badboys' nailin' things

Mummies and the unseen buried and burned, all are One

In and out of the might jelly and jam just ain't no fun

Independence at the dawn of gold shining, scam of sins

Monday to a last gasp in a maze of token bones' slogans

One headlight and no taillight to make the journey Zen

Morons and idiots have the final say in holy dreamin'

To the rhythm and rhyme of the back beat's drummin'

Winding on down the road, shadows long then it's done.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Saturday, November 14th, 2020 A.D. @ 4:44 PMPST

{ Jammed out while enjoyin' the @Devadip @CarlosSantana LIVE on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/JAsfAuvFvh8 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TakeMyWordForIt #KnockEmBack #LineEmUp #FillEmUp #FooledAroundAndFellInLove #WhiskeyGlasses #KnockinBoots #WagonWheel #RockMeMamaAnyWayYaFeel #BoysRoundHere #GirlsRoundHereShakinDixieCrystal

SHE AIN'T EVER COMIN' BACK SOON, TMWFI

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r j j  stephan, i 

Samedi, 11-14-2020 AnnoDomini

---SmallBigsAndMyOldFerrelPigs----

Better views have been had when you sip around the Truth as we know it, the One's an absentee

Younger days brought me front and center to the moment, right here, right now, let's get it all on

Today's the day after yesterday when it was not as clear to the eyes of a Human, Man's what I am

Better views behind or above me but never down below the grounded being, Earth dirty & dicey.

Pumpkins above the ground and the beets down below the ground, filth of the best love of gods

Brought to you by the nature of the beast, herds of kids, nests of the empty-minded crypts of blood

Whiskey and the brown water that changes your mind, loosens the grip on the pain's holding grip

A sacrificial lamb and calf for what reason exactly?  Offering of death?  WT F were they thinkin'?

Simmer down with your masses of the blood and cannibalistic celebrations, 365, 24 & seven

Immaculate conception gets you the haters out of their greasy-spoon kitchens where we been

Makin' it from the innocent infancy to the death bed or surprise accidental demise of 208 bones

There's one thing left other than those 208 frame parts, soul, spirit, mindfulness of angel moans.

Got knocked down to the planet for a punishment for being the Best of the Best, jealousy not me

I am not the lost in Space and Time, you may or may not be, it's your will, it's your choice to Be

Duality and multiplicity is for the Buddha and the buds smoked for the presence return it back

To a good man and good woman, eat a good meal and smoke a nice blunt with shots of cognac.

Hearts and souls lost and won because they were found on the road, nearly dead, yet all happy

Why be happy when it's all you have when you have nothing material, shapes' of a form, OM

Essence of the thing itself has absconded with the pretzel logic and deductions of the Many

O Ye punks and sons of mothers who punched or neglected your naturally ended sea-foam.

We the uneaten, undead people who see the Truth or at least know deep down inside, it's a scam

I mean the Many, a One and the same thing, puzzle pieces shown a whole picture, bled the blood

Initiate introduction to the mystery's inception and logical induction, assumptions's cattle prod

Pain and suffering, tingling ecstatic chills and pleasure to disguise the Reality of a God's damn.

Now back to the point before my overhang transforms into the hungover, it'll be soon enough

Never need to worry about the man's rejection of the Spirits and fermented grain, shots' tough

Perfect in whiskey nothingness of the Void, sensational fifth or sixth perceptions of Adam's Eve

Disabled flashback of divinity, sippin' 'round a mind of Fake Big Bangs, mama's Tree, pa's Steve.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER 14th, 2020 Anno Domini

{  Jammed to #WhiskeyGlasses @MorganWallen https://youtu.be/GvPTenaI5Fo }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#JustRollWithThis #AFifthOnTheTwelfth @pinked @winwooded #Trumped #WhatIsUpWithJack? #SNL #LotsaXsAndHose #SMILE #ittyBittyArse @Alan_Jackson #DishAndARunawaySpoon

CLUTCH MY PEARLS, GOOD-BAD FAVORITE UGLY DUCK

by

r j j  stephan, i 

11-12-2020 AnnoDomini

----#LittleBittyInTheShattyCity--#DoseOfLiquorWillBlow----

Repugnant in my own world which is inside of my cranial vacuum above my thin, my penciled neck

Number One under the sun is Me, Myself & I but not you, yours or anyone else, so yo, please #check

The king and the queen have masqueraded as impresario of this dream within a wetdream's form of Id

Nobody alive on the planet Earth today will be alive here and then in 200 years, not one itty bitty kid.

Punks and intellectual elite, wealthy inheritance of the ways and means to eat & drink with my Mary

Moms and pops have the stores and they've addicted the minions to the things themselves, so cherry

You cannot make these things up out of nothing at all, there's a reason for all of these causes I affect

You are airborne and grounded at one and the same time, standing still and spinning in a circular sect.

Periodic tables set the chemicals which are cooling gas, blown to smithereens in deep Space of a Void

You have no choice, it's an accidental collision of atomic matter, you will read this, you'll live & I die

To be or not to be is a question for you and not for me, I'm already gone since the moment I got #Woke

South or North American, European, African or Asian is Matter & Form, outside dine, pigs in a #Poke.

Pearls set down at the slop of hogs and pigs in the mud of the Blown Star, Earth's deadpanned #Joke

Your mama and mine, the One who climaxed the thing we happened to be, as it turned out, news' #fake

Freaks and followers of the dreaded red, blond, black, brown-grey beards long or in a fat knot or a bun

It's a justification for the Ends, this means of getting to the bottom of the nature of an Idiot, lots of fun.

You are some type of a genetic anomaly and you have no idea what that means so I'll translate the code

Jack of all trades was your father and your mother was every atom of gas in and out of the world abode

Alone for the most part form conception to dissolution, a spirit and a body of dual nature, all One hole

Between the lines, between your & my eyes there's a darkness and a light, they're children of the mole.

That's why you bury the dead besides to hide the stench, it's to go home where you came from, star dirt

We are all of it, nothing more and nothing less, your vain hope won't matter much in the end, don't flirt

With the death that can come when it pleases without regard for your needs and wants, you're all fired

As if you were never here to begin with, your presence forgotten by Life, all the worms, we're wired.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER 12th, 2020 Anno Domini

{  Jammed out of the psyche involuntarily, as if being a slave to the beats is a tricky #Roll, @SteveWinwood @ https://youtu.be/k9olaIio3l8 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?