Dimanche in any language is Sunday in English! @JetLi @Nickelback & @ELVIS #RockPicksOfMeMyselfAndEye #Merry Christmas

MONKEYS SEE WHAT MONKEYS DO, JUDGE MONKEY BUSINESS OF BANANAS

Puns and twisted words of phrases and diatribes of the Good, the Bad and the Ugly are funny

Monkeys and slugs from the place occupied before we were here and after we're all gone, sonny

My dreams and the thing itself I know as Reality are actually One and the Same to divinity's face

All too human, I think therefore I am, from the alpha and onto the omega, it's all Time in Space.

 

Exact estimates and approximate singularities amassed en masse for the princes, idiots & paupers

All the ones who learn how to pretend forever is in the purview of meaningful, fake flying saucers

Punks & intellectual, devout young & old, men & women, few and far between coconut macaroons

Of granite stones & fish food in Davy Jones' locker, conjured spells to virgins' sons of alien goons.

Things themselves happen with or without direct intent, dynamic sled to slide from the ups & downs

Emotional and physical remedies for the extinction of the species have all become the circus clowns

Makin' fun of the absurd and tickling the fancy of the absurd and pretending to be happy or sad, at One

No more than five or seven feet from the age of reason to the last rights that scare your soul to the sun.

Like it or not, it is what it is and there's Nothing anyone can do to alter the course of the Space's Time

24 hours an illusion of the spin to you and I but the glasses full of wine down my hatch, make it rhyme

As if I care about the misunderstood and the comprehended, it's all a humanitarian being compassionate

To the friends, enemies and strangers yet to meet, Love out of my heart to the function of my last date!

Tonight or tomorrow, right now or much later in a few decades, it's all gonna be the way it's gonna be

Tautological argument for the unknown will suffice for the comprehensive awareness that God's dead

Didn't want to die, I was just a co-pilot unfamiliar with controls of a solo flight to heaven's blue sea

Ne'er too late for cool cover of the shade tree next to the pond in the park, you're a flower, I'm the bee.

Never to die on a sunny day on Earth, always on a rainy day when the sky's crying the blurry balloons

Tears fallin' down to the ground to spread the unhappy fear of the unknown to the minions of maroons

Just a fluke for the orphans and blue bloods, switching the identity of the genetic code from XY xo XO

Best way to get from one point to another is a straight line of Cajuns, Louisiana's complicated, ass-hoe.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche 13th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 1705 hours PST

{  Drafted this before watching some #Bloodsuckin #MartialArts with @JetLi on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3aLiOO3-MSw }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

CHERRY PIE & SILVER BELLS & #FatBottomedGirls #TripABroad #NothinSpecial

There's only one way to roll when it's Time in this Space to get on down with the whole shebang

Branded in the most fine way, the crazy..............now let us rock!   Come on man!  RIP @BonScott

APPLE HILL'S CHERRY-PIZE, MOONSHINE KONA KAI HIGH FOX

<3
Pumped up beyond the marvel of nature, I am the original beast, I originally sinned in Eden
Waterloo garden of rivers' streams that run through this here & that there, Pop's channeled days
Feel that you and I are foreigners and their batch of sand in a box are all in on good purple haze
Punks and inebriated intellectuals who have entered the maelstrom of the rooster and the hen.

Neither human nor any other species has an inkling of why the intercourse just is this, #Soho
Nothing more nor less than black or blue skies above and nothing but graves' ashes, so below
I'm just the observer not the creator, this is NOT my responsibility as if I painted this ol' boot
I am not obligated to pretend like the badges, guns and bombs rule the homo sapiens' afoot.

Infinitesimal & unseen viral life and everything else it's built up since the origin of DNA teats
Rivers of melted frozen water comin' down off of the volcanoes and earthly mathematical chits
Cavemen did to the cavewomen what's written on cave walls, a middle way to becoming insane
Solar and lunar as the day you were born or conceived out of passion or at least no gain pain.

Passed on conceiving most kids in Chi-town's population, shimmy shimmy cocoa pop, puffin' Zen
Born to become dead crossbones of Jolly Roger & the other pirates & cowboys I have always been
Therefore, you're out of the picture, you're not in the painting, I am not in the bullets of Nothing
To be, here & now for the duration of my Presence in a Sapiens modus operandi, bein' a thing.

Sneakin' 'round the corners and alleys they're so dark that even angels fear to tread in my home
Pumped up heels so high that walkin' on tip-toes turns into ballerina toes' of prima donna bone
Hating to say anyway but anyway, logical reason for it all except for the One Thing, it's Nothing
Frozen drinks of Tequila shots, riddin' my pain with all 3 Margaritas, 7 shots of Jose were boss.

Got no recollection of mid 1974, head back into my @OsanAB bunk-bed by Air Police, God heroes
All magical, occult tools we use to materialize raw ideas our minds create from guilt, All's Nothing
Leaking out of seams of solar systems beyond our atmosphere, star dirt is a Oneness, Hades' bell
Out loud or silently, Words makin' differences between specific combinations of utterance, Spells!

Before conception, where were you Mr & Mrs Ali-Jones?  Streaming here, now?  Punks!  Bye bye
Blinded by the light again, from scratch where devil's in me comes out to fall, shotup apple trees
Presence shooting past Futures into the universal particular thing, a plethora of wonder, I AM It
Can't grasp what seems to be shoopie doo, skippin' to my lew, set go, yummy pumpkin of Scat!
 by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Samedhi, Freezember Twelfth, Twenty-Twenty Anno Domini @ 0700 hours
{  Drafted in a loop to #OneMargaritaTwoMargarita link @ https://youtu.be/YEq-cvq_cK4 & #KnockinBoots @ https://youtu.be/Ioz93bSi2uc }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

<3 <3 <3

HERE IS THE #HOOK @RareEarth @ChambersBrothers #DirtyWorkEyesDid #KingRichard LOLs & @SteelyDan

OSCILLATION OF THE OSTRICH FREEDOM, FIRE IN THE HOLE, SON!

It ain't my fault that this freak had a failure to launch, driving faster than a speeding bullet

Far away from the far out options on the near right and the far left dream of strife and the life

In the muck and mire of the children of the sun, the star 93 million miles away from my wife

Inside of the major burn of fission and fusion, light fantastic emerges to show the New Dawn.

Eyes opened wide to clear the bad joojoo from creepin' up to your back for the sake of scary Fear

To be afraid is all there is other than the fearless of the warriors, hidden in parochial school cheer

Of wizards and the minions of dingbats and floozies taught by and learned from a Romper room

Sitting in front of an idiot box, flipping electronic images of translated digits and pixels of doom.

 

In the end, prior to the Singularity appearing out of nowhere, naturally stupid and ignorant pride

Moves the man in me, the boy in me, the baby in me to get ready to die like all of the rest, I flied

From a sound sleep to an eternal blunder of the Big Bang, Nothing to care about, it's all the Void

Monkeys and barnacles come and go, young and old deadhead geniuses who peddle a Great Lie.

That you'll live when you die which you won't, ask buddah and jesus and krishna or the prophets

Common denominator is essential to adding up the numbers to group them all into the fix of debts

All owe something when pondered from 5 miles high, just a vision of blue and sun dried, sand tan

I have the goods, you got the bads and she's got the uglys so we're all full of it, of this Royal Scam.

What left a signature all over our world's vision, hands out, palms up, ridin' dirty in God's hot Papas

Wants & needs, all desires to complete the mission to be happy & avoid pain and suffering lie a Persian

From birth to death, through two sets of teeth that all come and go in a hundred years, but why man?

Woman has no clue, yet she's NO SON of the SUN, mystery's solution, holy holes of Many Mamas!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.   Vendredi, Freezember 11th, 2020 A.D. @ 3:11 AM PST

{ drafted listenin' to THE @ChambersBrothers #Time (long) link @ https://youtu.be/hIqwzQ7g-Cc }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.? or P.E.G.?