MONKEYS WARMIN' UP IN THE BULL PEN, MAKE LOVE FOR MILK TO FEED THE HUMANE ILK #HitTheRoadJack @ACDC #LaughBetweenTheJackAndCoke @BrothersOsborne

BECOMING AGHAST IN JUST A MINUTE, REVVING UP MY ENGINES
Between rocking and rolling the sounds of words meaning nothing, echo sounds of empty cavern
I found you where I was at, where it's all at, inside of in's and out's of a club, uncle Josey's tavern
Where ladies drank until they had no concern for their health, being or welfare, fly outta the bar
Punks and flys that hover over their scat waiting for a place to land, wings down, parkin' the car.

Amazed that the humanity has survived the Big Bang theories amalgamated by the men of caves
They hid within the hills and mountains out of the fear of being killed, maimed or gobbled knaves
Crusaders left with #CockBlockers on holy maids girdles, goddess progeny bore the all too human
One evolved animal, DNA stones of a Big Bang expand & contract, in a rock concert's acid of Ends.

I and the ilk called my aristocracy will not animate the dead bones, when it's over, it is what it is
Going from innocent wonder to a jaded end of life view, yet we're not food, all cadaver egg yolks
To be or not to be buried, burned and consumed by Fire or Earth in the sky or air, it's for the Kids
Knowing the Truth & having the Wisdom to apply the data, a matrix?  That's all she wrote folks!

You had no idea why big people had the power to mold our behavior, now it's been said & done
Formed by the humanitarians and the war mongers who bear duplicates to fight, sisters of Droid
All of them will live and die in a hundred years, more or less, most much less and then...have fun
Far away from blown atoms of electrons, neutrons & protons, what I am is a divine, robotic Void.

Fearless, maximum power impact to defeat all myriad forms of life, I'm nothing, drink my blood
Nor pick the flesh off of my bones, like a pig, a cow or chicken, I'm inedible & won't be your food
You might be mine if you can't use language to be all too human, fire cooks the meat so sweet
In the end, the time is out and the game is over, recollect the good, evil and ugly under a sheet!

Burns within the soul, remnants of divine Voidness looks like the empty soul, conceived in a hole
Bottoms were up & the chips were down when it counted, conception's Big Bang, a spitting pole
Now you see what you get, this here and that there, subjects & objects to predicate the bee sting
Nobody knows you, nobody knows me, we know nothing and that's it, that's all, caput, badabing!

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r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, FREEzember 30th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 9:11 AMPST
{ Drafted while listenin' to #BiggusDickus @MontyPython link @ https://youtu.be/kx_G2a2hL6U }

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#CasaNoble @CasaNoble @Santana @FloridaGeorgiaLine #WhiskeyGlasses #RemembersYouCreepin' #TequilaWillKillYa

THE ILK OF MOTHER'S MILK, FAILED, PLAYIN' NAKED APES

This is not a debate but it is a monologue of the nature of the beast within your meat
Hollow inside the auricles and ventricles that pump Joy's juice through heads and feet
Mundane star, sun's disintegrated Ends of Time's struggle, daily bread's coffer of gods
Neptune, Saturn, Venus, Pluto, Mars, Jupiter, Mercury, Uranus yet not of Earth floods.

Greeks, Romans, Persian hordes of the conquered left with a 21st century's bloody ears
Of the Herd, above & below it's stampedes to follow the leaders' ironies of baseless fear
Threats to torture & restrain you from your philosophical errors, all wet dreams are free
From first to the last time you suck the gas in and let it out forever, however it is to be.

Beat the clocks that imagine keeping time is one through twenty four, ad infinitum beats
Of the hearts and minds of the minions, born from rich and poor wombs of empty grace
Winning is everything or you don't survive, you will become extinct, all dug in with cleats
Ma and pa died and left me boss, I'm the One, the only one who will laugh in God's face.

Since it is all what I am, laughing in my own face isn't an act of bravery, it's no act of fun
It's the name of the game, it's all about me and without me, none of this matters one bit
It's not a dilemma for me to insult those who are not the dreamer in the dream, I'm stabbed
Naked ape boys & girls, infants transformed into the cadavers of the #ToeTagged & slabbed.

News is made to read all about it, if one can't spell or read, you'll be an ignorant, idiot savant
A fool's fool in an olypmic swimming pool of mud, blood and beer, awaiting the cool foot stool
On the trapped mice and willing humanity, it's over when it's over, you've got no choice at all
Nobody can write this fiction of OM blind faith a sham, oh wait, my life, my disarmed karma?

Wolves and the other walking, slithering and flying monsters from Earth are hungry for meat
I saw her ahead of Time, tomorrow or the day after yesterday, that's today for the challenged
Headscratchers in our midst to remind us how not be be dressed to the nines, good rockin' Ma
I'm woke in a nobrainer, afraid to awaken cuz, baked, got no shelter, dead & gone now was Ga.

Sex & crackers should make the mothers & fathers of hippies & cowboys become riders aghast
Same things gettin' bitten off, byte by byte, rollin' a stone buzz, karma for what I got comin', sins
It's all good, the taste is all mine, the smell is all mine, what you see & hear is what ya get, at last
Strong & ready to punish violators of peace & love, moron boys & their progeny, my dead ends.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Lundi, Freezember 28th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AMPST
{  Quality words spun out of the nomad yarn I've gleaned from 69 years of rollin' with @FloridaGeorgiaLine #HowWeRoll link YouTube @ https://youtu.be/CbxuXq_981s }
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#ShotBulletsAtTheMoon

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!

 

by

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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