SKIN, BONES & MY SCREE IS WINKIN' & BLINKIN', LITTLE SQURT!

NOTHING BUT ENOUGH IS WAY TOO MUCH ---------------------------

 

I whistled Dixie before my exits at the entrances, I'd soon be gettin Mardi Gras drunk on dank

I am & you are, in general and in particular, taverns & bars my lust for the Climax, checkin' rank

Captains or generals become as dead as the door-nails hammered into the lumber of Joshua X

Black Jack #49 in and out of my mind, just the highest spirit to be on the planet's star dirty Rex.

 

Mama I remember all the love, don't worry in heaven or hell we'll all go and get to know which

What the cash can't buy is the day after you die, what you see is what you'll get from a sea witch

On the crest of the waves' surf, you gotta wonder why your waxed board held the curl to Valhalla

Angels feared the devils, twister sisters and soul brothers, #FakeNews' 50 G watts of Barbarella.

 

Cage fights ended the party, the whole thing is auto pilot on steroids, #Woke and #Awakened too

Just in case things don't go as I planned, it'll be over anyway, like a chariot, so bible thumpin' fast

Not higher than heaven but just there on the invisible plane of formless drips of the Space walks

Immigration and the exodus from the One and the same thing, a climax it knows won't ever last.

 

Fallin' out of the tree hurt my bones, made it to be about 90 or so, worked over when it was over

You got a bit too familiar with the material world full of material girls and boys who ain't no lover

Nuns & high priests cannot hold the bones close, the highest essence becomes too human, divine

Struggled with souls of blue rubber & other things, red wine high, altar boy cuts & scars, all mine.

 

Boys in the city hood really die earlier than their time, they eat the fat and it murders the blood

Grease from the plants & animals to mend the Big Bang, still out of control hollywood fish food

Holy days and holidays count as the revolution down by the river and the one above and below

Born one day, back road or hospital or low riversides of Metro honky tonks, downwind, I blow.

 

Dove off the board, did either a jackknife or a cannonball, could have been a swan or belly flop

In any case, all H2O dries up when the heat gets hotter than a pistol after a Bonnie & Clyde stop

What does that mean? Earth is an electron going around a neutron star, a positron #fake insight

Imagine, good, bad & ugly, melted beauty into forms of muck & mire, I'm what that is, yo' right!

 

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r j j stephan,

c. Dimanche, Freezember 27th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 3:33 PMPST

{ Drafted to @BarenakedLadies #GreatestHits videos out of pandemical phantasmagoria, #GimmeABreak link @ https://youtu.be/8ggJS0p-QQc }

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#ThisMeansWAR @WARtheBand #TheStruggleEndsAdInfinitum @BruceSpringsteenConcert2020 #TheBoss #OnTheStruggle

#OnTheStruggle
IMMORTAL ENDING RUINS, MIXED RUNES UP 7, DOWN 3
What is said is what's been heard over and over again, ad infinitum for 3/4 of a century
Humanity reviews the historical record & then when faced with the eternal Void of Hell's
The brave, humane species which evolved from fallen angels or cro-magnon apes, I see
One but not Many, divided in body & mind, magic, occult Words of dastardly cast spells!

On the nature of being out of Time, this or that 1 of moving from First Cause to a Void
Contraption of essence's presence, it's volume of effervescent-sights, a tactile android
To come out of a Past history of the Cause into this lapsing, momentary Present Future
When the lease on the hardware has reached it's upper limit, a shutdown of Evil's Cure.

It's a matter of being alive or dead, all it is & has ever been, One's conundrum opinions
A supreme court of a world's energy bursts, 208 bones & complex immortals' #fake sins
My fault or not, I am still present in the Now and I have been in the Past, pullin' on a toke
As soon as I'm here though, I'm long gone before the first light, invisible as risen smoke.

Like it or not, here you are and there it is, for you to masticate & digest in due Time's Id
Deep down in the DNA, a code's clearly the only option for the Free Will, there's no Kid
It's all inside of the deep, unknown, awareness of God's gods, almighty Omega of OMs
Shoot, stab or slander messengers, dissect the message, annihilate The Alpha, Homes!

Into a mystical memory of bones full of acidic DNA that the origin had at a Supernova
Recollecting a full awareness of What this Universe is exactly, a proving or playground
Making this and that there all there is to worry about, nothing else matters, only Truth
What it means to be, just too human, here & now with others who've no wisdom tooth.

Beginning at the end, we just know it, we know nothing beyond factoid Life's holy scree
Left to the sacred hearts whose mothers were not raped by savage warriors with a need
To be or not to be's never the only question but it's a decent question, a quitter's extinct
Survival mission is complete, miraculous One of a Void's spirituality, Sisyphus' blink!

Performance of the most adapted rises up the food chain, cream of the crop, uneaten
Of mice, men, rats & saints, dreamin' things at the fires of burning sticks, drum beatin'
Whatever you do, don't waste time, activate functions of the calculus, OK wise guy?
What you see if your blind eyes don't deceive your conscious mind, so it is #TooHigh!

Why roll a boulder up a mountain?  Just because it's down at the bottom of gravity's Sun
Earth's a burning-out star of it's former self, Nothing to see, gods, Adam, Eve, not a One
Self-pity between ignorant DNA remnants of spontaneous combustion, all shoot a moon
Lunar landing on got bent on a fictional Nobel, Zeus' holy of holies, Osirus' #EndsRune.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Samedhi, FREEzember 26th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST
{  Replaced #FreeWill with this cosmic reprogramming from the #Void, #InfiniteHealing link @ https://youtu.be/sOL0awzDh4Q #FifthDimensionInfiniteHealing #BonaVentura}

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#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.

by

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 }

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