#BottomsUp Give me my ... @Nickelback @InAndOUT OF THE MYSTICAL MEMORY OF CHRISTMAS PAST, WAY GONE! #RASCALS #BrooksAndDunne #WoodyWoodpecker

 

THE JIG'S UP & YOU'RE GOIN' DOWNTOWN

You may not like what you're gonna read, who gleans anything from fables & proverbials

Not only can I not recollect the past but also can't foretell a future for you, me or anyone

Above or below where I stand here & now on this grounded Earth planet, far from suns

93 million miles away takes a flash if you're the speed of light, 186,000 ft/sec/sec guns.

A shot out of wandering atomic matter, fission, fusion, long gone is all you're gonna get

No heaven above this thing itself, neither more nor less than a blind man's bluff, don't fret

It's gonna be alright, alright, alright & you can rely on that as a fact of life, factoid Truths

Complete and unfortunate at one and the same time, the Grace of God is the sky's proofs.

Not a joke or a trick to make the created hope for afterlife seem to soothe fear being eaten

Maybe it's a dream within a dream as #EdPoe would've wanted us to believe, hell's a scene

Monkey victims & slaves below masters' anthropomorphic philanthropy, faith, hope, charity

Apes are these 208 bones you share with us, yet you've been shortchanged in RNA clarity.

 

When you were thirteen or ninety three, nothing mattered & if it did, I'd no blind faith, fondly

Compared to the mist of H2O & the inner heat of thine planet's core, Sun's of God, neutrons

Like it or not, too many dreams died with bodies of mankind, full of scat mankind left Sons

At the bottom of conclusions, there's a finite amount of premises, assumed as I walk blindly.

Stood here on a stoop, can't step back, face it, it's all 'bout me now, bangin' a show's gong

Nothing mattered anyway, after the last gasp I took, no judgement of activity, right or wrong

Ethical certainty attained finally as my corpse begot #TheStruggle, critical mass of 7th sons

Confucius, Mo & Jesus, alive, evil positive positrons, neutral protons, negative electrons.

Let the fire & ash go out & become the emptiness it came from, winning the race I lost It

Why I came in the 1st place, principles in place, to fade away from zygotic acid deep chit

Never astray like lost lambs before death, prey of men & mongrels, eat the bloody animus

Safe bet y'all gonna die, more or less than a hundred elliptical trips, around Uncle Remus!

Shivered & shook the babies who made the trip past the abort & abused stages of a wisdom tooth

3/5 of this Ball's liquid, it's believed, can evaporate into Space, fallen Eros' atmospheric pressure

We've no experimental proof of this essence whether it's a truth or a lie, you can't test the Truth

It's at the bottom of occult's unknown, backs of angels who fear to go, bottoms up pleasure.

 

In a chieftain's tribe, alpha & omega, equal in power, liquid, solid in a gas force, godsend sea

Love & a mixture of Earth's magic dust made out of saints' & sinners' acid trip to the moon

In midnight hours or early in illusionary Dawn's rising, settin' Darkness' gold to die for soon

Peace-pipe calculus recommended to animate warriors & scribes in tribes, God smoked trees!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, December 24th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 12:05 PM PST

{ Drafted on Christmas Eve in NorCal, livin' the dream with my honey & full of the scat of this year 1974, the year I got back to the world from overseas!  That was indeed a trip, twice overseas & back, God.....this is some @RareEarth, indeed it IS!  #HeyBigBrother link to #Chicago circa 1974 @ https://youtu.be/cVKz2TcIhBY }

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G.D. = GOOD OR . . . Divine Ends when the Heart skips that Last Beat... #BlastOff #Launched #ThankYouBaby #OK?

LOVE AIN'T DEAD, IT'S ALL IN YOUR G.D. HEAD, tootaloo tattoo!

Found on the road dead like the road-kill that gets scraped up by the shining ape scribes

They scrape the blood and bones from the removable anima that come & go to my Earth

For no reason or for an unknown, mysterious logotype's phenotype and the men of hurt

Pines grown high and tall from the roots deep in the ground of the Being, Mother's dirt.

Saved from the drowning & the incineration of the Good and Evil, kiss under 7th heaven

Underground yet above and below everything at one and the same time, rye bread's leaven

My gods & demons rolled into a mighty crematorium of lost souls, idiots & fools, morons

Frequency of MY trips around circles of friends accumulated in the wake of third godsons.

I didn't thank you for coming to my personal, pity party sent straight from the Greek's divine

Mothers of the fathers who pretended they were essential to the Way of being, all fine wine

Drunk more than I should have, first and last kiss came so quickly, I forgot about a cool chill

A shocking pleasure from toe to tip of the pointed head above a hangman's neck, One of skill.

Nevermore to die, nevermore to live in 7 seas' full of salt, dried up star dust from above Me

Death throes comin' through the dirty windows of LSD, tripped from stimuli to the casket T

I know it's good, bad & uglier than it used to be but it's everything to me, a Beautiful blue sea

Water, retained gas of merged molecular liquid, gravitational force of divine atoms, 'bout me.

Baby born from God?  All of us are, no reason to think we are just junk, germs of sky demons

Punks born & grow up to be put down the hole or burned into cosmic ash of universal foreskins

Got the axes twangin' and the bells ringin' & drumsticks beatin' anima skin, black cows & bulls

Four legged food to be eaten with Wheaties at midnight with your pill medication of sea gulls.

In flight from the down here to up there, where'd they get the directions?  Where's the GD map?

On the grass or the tar and asphalt of the Big Boys who pretend to know a secret, it's all CRAP

No one has the hidden wisdom, it's a mystery because it's hidden to be found by a Man, at One

Storms and the resulting gravitational collapse make it all worth while, livin' life under a zipgun.

Oh see it all before it passes away like our ancestors' body of bones, presence gone in a red flash

Here one day & gone the next, memory for a moment until a crash and burn of a sonny boy cache

Born a God, died a Man, kissed the skin and bones every day as if it was my last, we are so high

Gods bring snow but it's all the heat of the night to me, I ain't a bird, no wings but I'm gonna fly!

 

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, Freezember 23rd, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 AMPST

{  Jammed while listenin' to @GwenStefani & @BlakeShelton #YouMakeItFeelLikeChristmas on youTube #LinkInALoop @ https://t.co/4c32MZXHUt?amp=1 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

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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W.W.A.R.D.?