PROGRAMMED TO GRADUATE & BID ADIEU #PutThatInYourPipeUndSmokeIt #TakeALittleNip @Nickelback #Luke @BillyJoel & @CarlosSantana seranade!

DEVILS' EGGS, ALL ALONE, TIME TO COME HOME

It's melodrama 'bout saying yo hey, lovin' every minute in Zanzibar with a 70 year old girl scout

Jersey girl cells of my home sweeter than 'bama sweet home, buzz below, above any holy doubt

Whatever you want, bees' knees etcetera, here on Earth, out of mom & pop, who're good cops

Stardusted stuff mixed into blood & bone, atoms of the itty bitty, hocus pocus, occult full stops.

Free is not what you'd think it should be because it's an illusion of the mind's fears of the dark

Rock stars strokin' gold diggin' hammers, nothing like a super groupie givin' it one good fight

It's not like you & I are the First Cause, the Prime Mover of the entire neon lit walk in the park

Formula of infrared waves & cosmic frequencies dispatched into the neck of ol' Dracule's byte.

In the mode of the poor men who pass the time on Earth without a clue regarding their futures

In Time and Space's winds of change, the thinking of the lean and mean machine I am, endures

It has a lot of zeroes for the final sum of everything, winds of Time and the Silver Bells ringin'

Trollin' 'round for the sake of humanity's function of cosmic slop, you're a fake The Thing, man!

First egg, then conception of the idea out of the massive, infinite Void, a constant oneness price

Nothing anyone you or I know can do anything at all about the Cause or the Effect of Supernova

Being informed of the state of Being not only a human being but also a holy spirit's piece of soul

In one piecebut just an infinitesimal piece of the puzzle, jigsaw & soduku with Jack Daniel's ice.

If you can stop & think about it before you have to resume your function as humanity's designed

Then you'll be able to follow the way down, middle of the Way, a Path from the get-go stop signs

Got thoroughly inebriated with devil's eggs of the foggy bottoms of 32 chromosomes' half a mile

Hairless monkeys, naked apes and zillions of supra and sub-species, smile, enjoy the ride, smile!

It's no big thing but it is your thing, not my thing but that's fine, that's OK, we all gotta eat & dine

For the sake of the Miraculous that happened the day we were conceived in our mama's way deep

Down in the land underneath the core of the center of Nothing, a Void, a Singularity monkey shine

Live concerts of men's women, banging First Light, silent speakers of voices, we're #woke asleep!

Stilettos and the flintlocks moved the pirates and popes into the treasure protection mode, far out

Away from the eyes and ears of the mentally challenged without the ability to reason about doubt

To know anything is impossible, saying the word doesn't make it so, reality's a search mission now

In the holiness of the Space outside this Earth, Nothing other then the emptiness & silent 66 route.

Whistling in the darkness, I hear the melody of the honeymooners goin' in one ear and out the other

Got a minute or three left before the final destination is absorbed into the infinite's crematorium fir

Smoke from explosions of atomic fodder, my kin, enemies & friends, all alive to be killers of liberty

Ended the future of this orbital nucleus of you, me and mine, all of us have a need to Try It for free!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, Freezember 15th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 0300 hours PST

{  Too rude to bother anyone with pain & suffering, wanton soul, I want all of the house's pain for myself, drafted this to a @Billy_Joel concert (1978) link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/QzGhUcko4WI }

FINIS 

W.W.A.R.D.?

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.

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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

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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.?

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