CAROL'S CHRISTMAS LEGACY IMMORTAL HOME #ApeSheetCity #PrizeOfTheEyesWideOpen @TheEaglesBand @MavisStaples #EVOLUTION

HANGIN' ON PAINTED, POODLE NAILS & PINK-GUMMED FALSE TEETH

It all changed in a NYC minute in the middle of the night when everybody was down & out rockin'

Fixed against preacher's loser coverage of life and behind the back stabs with points of molly dagger

Princes and queens move the far away place closer than you want it to be or not to be, in the kracken

Monkeys in paradise, eatin' the fruit falling from the trees, all eyes on the prize, recycle the seeds' sin.

Refugees and natives of the red, brown and black dirt from the #WhiteOut of the desert to the wet surf

Waves comin' in and out because of the wobble and spin of this crusted orb, assuming my dry dreams

Are true at least to me if not to the entire cosmos, Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter jackin' me up/down

All of it just because without any First Cause, it's an immaculate conception of the bytes and sundowns.

Royalty and slavery are two sides of the same coin, flipped and landed only one way, never on an edge

Either all gone and pretending to still be here and now or else, we're in the middle of what broke loose

An idea from the nucleus of the thing itself that has no mass, no matter and no energy, It's just the funk

You've got to give it up before too long, nobody can accommodate one's Self without a slammin' dunk.

Sweet homes full of the savory love and kisses moms and sisters give to lips and cheeks, xmas cheers

Nothing but yesterday to remember and all but my mind remains irretrievable to the minions' careers

Try as they might, none of the tiny creatures, both big mutants and miniature pewter wizards & dragons

Eyes of sapphire, ruby, jade, diamond and opal, the hard rocks of Earth's Big Bang, come on now sons!

Smart apes creating fantasies to repeat to the unborn as they fight for the air to breathe, against all odds

Fast lane on track beneath my boots, I stand in the footsteps of the grandest dads who left it all in hehl

Slow pokes get to the finish line late, but they normally never quit because a quitter NEVER wins It

Losers never win because they are unfinished business within their genome, DNA damage of a Styth.

 

There's a hold on your credit and your friends and allies have abandoned you to the powers that be It

On good or bad days, in the end they all turn ugly due to the nature of Earth's mass, stardusted schyt

For the sake of the innocent minions who depend totally on mothers and fathers of the god-sent grace

To or from rubber souls of godparents to bundles of cryin' bones, Adam & Eve put a fix on our face!

A step up and a couple backward to where you came from, above or below the wise, blind man' bluff

Christ's masses for the sheep and lamb to barbeque and dine with a toast of the vino grapes of blood

No wrath to beget from a holy of holies, inside the seplechure I am what I can never not be, in suburbs

Impressive, Big Bangs' ultrasound, a smell of God's good & dirty rain comin' down my Chicago curbs.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, Freezember 19th, 2020 Anno Domini

{  Released the #Kracken this AM drafted this while listenin' to @MavisStaples #HoldOn in a loop at youTube link @ https://youtu.be/SvMMGf1wrms}

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#GitJiggyWitIt #DoubleTimeLadiesAndGents #ChristmasOnHoldForPeace #FunkInAJar

FUNK FROM AFAR AND JUNK IN A JAR

Coloring books with crayons shaded rainbow, white to black, red, green noel-peace sign

Every little piece of the picture had some color, sometimes invisible to the oh not so fine

Beauty and the lack of the attractive genome, to procreate the species against Man's will

To be here forever in a form of mutated DNA in fully engaged on the accelerator downhill.

I've got a secret that everybody knows, a bigger fabrication of Truth than a divine Great Lie

To say that you get to be here longer than your living, loving 208 bones is a fool's way to die

Orphanage of the goddesses who progenated the beasts' numbers, one little girl scout cookie

Escaped before the dream ended & found eternity was never, neverland, oh say can you see?

Christmas and New Years just a way to complete the circular jerk of the planetary orbital path

Circling the ecliptic ad infinitum until the retro Big Bang, the Singularity is on the way, wrath

All that there is and all that will ever be has already been before and will be after you're gone

Miracle that you got a moment to rock and roll the Way, to see the reason why we rocked bone.

Holy and holly days between the other days, also as holy as the other, granted, just a blessed It

Monkeys, slugs, angels, demons saints, goddesses afoot putting the gold and skunk smoked Pot

To boil or to smoke until the remnants of the chemicals wade out into the human DNA, dip-chit

Into H2O's formula mix, a concoction unduplicated, a novel corona virus, a snowman's dry rot.

Church and the midnight mass to see if your girlfriends came to the late show, a Christ love fest

Thinkin' that the creator of the universe has the time to recreate the men and women of evil's best

Criteria for the judgement, a rational conclusion based on valid and consistent premises, & ouila!

It's all out in the open, the emperor exposed the naked truth, the way it had to be, a cool Coca cola.

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r j j  stephan, i

c. December 17th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 2359 hours #BirthdayCakeOfTwins'59

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NICE DREAMS! #FeelinLikeChristmasAgain #Wait2020DontGo

MC FATHERS OF MINE, GREAT-GRANDFATHERS' CLASS-A'S
Who!  Zygote to corpse, life & death rear godheads above & below a GI's bed of dry, wet dreams
Came for the party and received the shattered love of nobody other than me, myself, my schemes
Nothing comes of this after death, no soul to live on and be rewarded or punished for darker days
You and I were awake in the light and during the darkness we slept and dreamed it's just a phase.

Mercury to Pluto and beyond the microcosm we refer to as our star system, there's infinite grace
Blessing to be alive for a second, a minute, day, week, month, year, decade or century of my face
Lookin' in the mirror and watchin' the mutation of growth from boy to old man, before the creep
Of modus operondi & corpus dilecti, I soul search for a Happy Ending to this apple core, too deep?

On a drift boat goin' downstream to the sea of unknown things and absolutely nothing In and Out
It's not my choice but it is my destiny to move the thing itself, inside of my bones' form to Doubt
About the nature of this and that beast's relationship to Death, food we eat, our inedible corpse
Monsters drifting into the flow to steal the happiness from the cowboys and girls, savin' a horse.

New deal is the same old deal, confiscating property & possessions of all the free ladies & gents
Put into a huge cauldron of donations and burned into the meltdown of Gold for the camel tents
OIl underground of the sand dunes in the moonscape of Earth, it's the life blood of the animation
Burned to animate the thing itself, a myriad of form-shaped Time & Space, mortality's venial sin.

Puffing hard on the joints rolled from the trees and plants of the planet, heights known to few go
Up & away from a grounded foundation of assumptions, extinction-worthy schemes of cats flow
Pretending to bark and growl as a junkyard or champion dog breed should, waiting for a bone
To gnaw and lick as if it's fresh kill leftover from the Big Dog and the nasty beeotch females, so...

Songs, full of notes and words from another plane of communication with the other world's kid
All of the thoughts go in and out as they naturally do and in the End, silence is always what I did
Crying at first for no reason other than the shock of being out of the womb, begging for a scone
Just before the wonder is assuaged by the facts of life, One to One, we are all the One, it is done!

Bears, butterflies, bacteria and the virus that originates the pantheon of Reality, as we all know it
Those things merge with who we believe we are & we create Things, we shall all know It in a bit
As above, so below itself, the same thing embraced as an empty Void of rat leaves and ginsing tea
I am, you'll are & someday DNA forms won't be, no trace of a ghost, no return, dead n' gone, MC!

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r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, Freezember XVI, MMXX
{  Drafted to #Creepin' by @EricChurch link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/8OZhw-aQTP8 }

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