#MerryChristmas TO ATHEISTS TOO! #ToysAndTops of a #RockBeat Retarded Genius in Utero #NothingToPlayFor #ThumpinDotHeadStrummin #LightenUpJesus

MEA PATER & MATER OF SPACE & TIME, IN TREMELO TROUBLE

I wrote it down, all she said to me when I was fast asleep but I couldn't see It

You know the thing, what it is when you can't see or touch it in an epileptic fit

Common grounded in dead lead based gold, seventy Christmas eves' fights above

And below the thing, you know the thing I can't recall but what matters is Love!

In the pinch, out of any shelter, no home to go back to because you got lost here

That's the whole story of many men & women on Earth, seven continental shelves

Hangin' stockings on fireplaces, runnin' trains around in circles about Santa elves

Bad and good all get a little something to make it all worth while, pretending to care.

You can't pay attention to the words you read and you must take the gist of the salad

Holy babies born and bred to die in pleasure or pain without regard for the dead ends

Wherevers they are is where it's all at, on coastal craggy beaches or high up in hills

Wishin' a Christmas was more than a baby born to die on a cross, on a hill of star dirt.

Saints named Christopher and Nicholas not to mention the Alberto and the Ricardo

On the floor or in the sky, behind all of the sleigh bells, we are here to make the blow

Wind of the four directions of the spinnin' wobble goin' around in ecliptic repetition

Free Will to choose the Good, the Evil or what's left in a Nothing sandwich of Ham.

Curious that the things themselves came from somewhere no longer in my #Bawls

Completely stunned by the light comin' out of the skies and ground, blinded I am It

No proof of that theory's evolution, I have naturally selected my self's missing link

What I am and what I was is what I'll always be, Son of God, Son of Adam-ALs!

Coming forward and reversing the momentum from the end back to the Origin toy

A monster ball of star fragmentation with the potential for germinating muddy dirt

Enculturation of the virus and bacteria in their petri dishes puts Man into Woman

No other way to make day & night, you know the thing, intercourse, #ComeOnMan!

The light remains off until you flip the switch and only you're in charge, in power

Nobody is going to die for you when it's your time to die, stay alive up in the tower

Celebrate the moments of clarity and decades of cultural confusion, as St. Nick's face

Beatin' off my metronome, spellin' magic on the Planet's who do, what I am, Space.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, Freezember 25th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 5:55 AMPST

{  #AllIWantForChristmasIsYou in an infinite Chicago-Loop, thanks @MariahCarey <3 link @ https://youtu.be/CYvm0P-v3Jk }

FUBAR ^ FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

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 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?