CONCERTO IN THE KEY OF SONNY & TREEZA , Mama & Papa thanks for all them Christmas' presents in the 50's, 60's, 70's, 80's, 90's, 00's, 10's & now from #Cielo

CERTAINTY OF MUSCLE MEMORY

In and out of dead things themselves, variable forms of mothers, original sources of invented sins

Of the water both clear as light and polluted as the diapers of all the infantile, zygote DNA skins

On the day the Christ came, it's certain, mistletoe & presents weren't in Kris Kringle's 12/25 bags

 God only knows and there's no evidence of that to the men and women who like to rock the rags.

Movin' wonderland fiction to fake reality, awakened before the dream was over, can't get it all back

Had to stay awake and wait until I was too tired to keep my eyes open, complete mischievous hack

Taking all that is useful & adaptable to the human genome & pretending that ain't all there is, boy

Pretending there's a supernatural power that creates things, forms of life from Nothing but a Void.

Bad and good for Nothing is about all a man can expect from the random collisions of atomic ilk

We are whatever we are, named the things, sounds of appearances to extra sensory perception milk

From mom's teats and the glass and plastic bottled, rubber nipples that you could bite to gulp a sip

Babies grown up Eagles and everything else below those nests above the pines, Time's Space flip.

Presented from the irretrievable past magic, the causes and effects out of anyone's control, a Will

Free but in ignorance of the power to utilize it's influence over the causes and effects of counsel

What will be will be regardless of the prediction or the recollection of the memory, presence I am

Nothing is what it seems in or outside of the twilight zones of sensory perception's doors that slam.

Words come in and out of mouths because heads would blow if they were kept deep in a shallow mind

One tiny cell, alive with a code of divine invisibility, First Cause is the Unmoved Mover, really a climb

From the muck and mire, in the black or red mud, hungry to recycle the dead plants, smoke-high hash

Way down six feet more or less, unless you're bones and rotten organs got incinerated to hella grey ash.

Innocent and possibly too hopeless to be completely hopeless yet there's a light at the end of the tunnel

Off in the darkness' distance, light years or just another moment away, hard to say if this is just a riddle

I'm supposed to be inclined to not only tell you the secret occult wisdom but also believe it's true blue

Or chartreuse, maybe a different hue of amber or topaz or emerald or diamond, on a ring round as you.

From an orbit outside of my living organs, there is an alien presence tasked with absorbing Oneness

My memory is recollecting a condition of moving from innocence to the guilty presents my highness

Putting my mind over the matter is all I could do the day before the end of Times for the rolled gold

Punks I came from and punks I put out of the Nucleus, right, wrong, good, bad, leaf twisted & rolled.

Brutes and the unfathomable progeny spawned from mutant, recombinant blue, black & redskin

To say words, the spells of the magic making effects just happen, by the wiggle of a nose or paw

Temptations of Eve and the apples of Adam are tales to pass Time from here to there, now & then

Monkeys and apes in trouble with their mothers and fathers, DNA code of the acid trip mode, y'all.

Asleep walkin' around, sleep walkin' from dawn 'til sundown without a clue about the reason why

Because you don't go to church, you don't believe in the unseen, the invisible, the miracle superfly

Reason to rationalize, apes are human too, humans are cro-magnon mutants, then to Neanderthal

Meaning you believe you're a special, immortal soul, piece of the cosmic dust, just dead & grateful.

Simply a mind, a simple complex of neurotic sparks of living tinker bells, sparkled away in no Time

Prairies and the hills' mountain peaks protrude from the flat ground that arose up out of grimy slime

Cosmic church, gun-shy priests without a worshiper, empty button-up suit makin' dog cocker spaniels

Keep your chestnuts hot on-fire, holy black, starlit night of Jack Frost & Carols high on Jack Daniels.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, Freezember 22nd, 2020 A.D @ 4:44 PM PST

{ Jammed listenin' to Christmas Carols #UTA on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/vEcIvgHLOq0 }

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#PapaWouldaWantedItThatWay #MAMA #PAPA ...we're all #RollinStones...so........... #LetsRollBaby! #RareEarth #BishopBullwinkle #HehlTwoTheNoNoNoNo #HardHeadsInCemeterialStarDirt

MONKEYS' EVOLUTION, FLIGHT OF SUCCINCT WISDOM  -------------------------------------

Nothing matters in history if you don't know what happened below, as above the green tablets

Hide the WORD of the formula to transmigrate the consciousness of humans to alter trajectory

Common minds are the wealth of the One, here and now serving the planet's magic day tripper

Monsters of heroes all in One big ball of star dust, what's left of a mind's gravitational collapsar!

 

Inside of the core of centered Oneness, The Force of Evil of the Live, forward, centered, 208 bones

Comes home to roost at the alpha males feet, breathing fresh gas, drinking fresh gas of the lords

Who will suck the air in and out of your lungs? Not your mother this time, nor your father hordes

Evil that's alive, sack the civilized, kill the males & tribal children, rape the women & beget Jones!

 

Coming to the end of the lives which we all appreciated, every single moment of tragic comedies

Melting back into the ground of being, what it is, this substance returns like drippin' drops of Seas

Billions of atoms, molecular configurations of lost boys and girls, makin' historical hysteria screes

Laid out to rest after millions times of gettin' laid, lying to the priests and the pope of Earth trees.

 

Void to avoid is everywhere you look, All that you see, hear, smell, taste & touch, a middle finger

Ruptured the relationship of trust and charity & expect nothing less than an abandoned dreamer

Here is a thought, the Origin of this human species is Nothing, the Void of Space's Black Hole sniff

There is an atom, from the origin to the extinction of the planet's orbital revolution about the IT!

 

Even if there is no evidence of life on Earth from 93 million miles away where gods reside, a=men

Sperm whales and mitochondrial recombination of the sea's living cells, created the reality seen

In one end and out of the other is the only way to avoid mortality, alternatives are unacceptable

Come to be me, duplicate ma & pa, they were here, now they're all gone, my breeder cow & bull!

 

Recollect this family of vegetables and fruits we eat in the garden of Eden's de-evolution of gods

Perfection to imperfection, being the creation-invention of a #FreeWill without any 60's hotrods

Material world, material girls and boys came from a super nova, headed back to Singularity-One

It's not what my parents wanted, the Truth is impossible to embrace, a holy day I die, just for fun.

 

Things came out of the sky, things were living on the ground, as above, so below, Earth pregnant

For a Third Time, y'all have knocked her up, if the shoe fits then you gotta wear it, it's a godsend

Mama and papa never preached about it, silence was golden and preachin' left to an intelligencia

Gleaned from the primary, secondary and tertiary forms of enculturation, I'm what heaven sent.

 

Nothing to see here, move along your Time to the next Space you'll be, forsaken of #fake reasons

To be or not to be will never be the only question when you're hungry, cold, sick & tired of the Flu

Long way to the top of the Time line or you die before It's culminated in the fake love of gods too

2000 pounds in flight above the mind, country monkeys #Woke, above, below divinity's 7th Sons!

 

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, Freezember Twentieth day of 2020 Anno Domini @ 5:55 AMPST

{ Drafted in Utero, recollected today, nearly 70 years ago as I burst out of the embryonic fluid into this amazing flombet of #WordSaladAlaMamaAndPapa listenin' to a 'Long 17" Version' of @RareEarth #MA on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/WkJ1wqQo3zg }

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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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