#AintTheFirstTime #ItWontBeTheLastTime #FigureItOut #LongNeckSweatin' #HellHighSummerSun

 

VIRAL ONCE & DAMN, THAT WAS A COLD ONE, EXTINCTION OF SPECIES
Nobody's fault but mine, I'm high and dry, I bought the ticket to ride on the trip, paid for pain
It was cold, it was way too hot and one thing for sure, I had to forget that I was a fly lost at sea
No control over when I'm comin' back to the place I love, home sweet home, a rocky mountain
Came sliding into home with my steel spikes straight up, the catcher caught a slice of you or me.

Fought nice and easy without any effort because I knew I had already won, the dream's done
Sweat pants and socks full of my exhaust, flyin' high above the brothers and sisters of the fun
As above and so it is below, the same old thing that has the same cause for the same ol' effect
Cold One, hotter than a pistol after firing off a few round loads, drunk to heal it, hands on deck.

Brought my protection in my hands & feet, mind & brain & will to control such a good ol' fight
Survival of the fit with or without my daily twelve pak, I can deal with or without it, outta sinkin'
Once drunk beyond the pale where you don't want to get behind a god's firewheel, I'm out & in
That was a cold one I won't get back either, out my twelve pak when you split, God's sun is white.

Bring all of your germs back to the mainland and walk out of everyone's life, she stole a cold One
On the way out the corral she kicked down the red barn, haystacks everywhere in 90 degree sun
High and dry for the last time, she took the things that meant nothing to me, reminded me of her
Pretended to be upset as ecstasy nearly broke my face, a form of happiness, ain't sweatin' it, sir.

In the middle of nowhere when you're done pickin' and grinnin' tryin' not to think 'bout yesterday
Cold ones all drunk down in one late summer sun, didn't know why the world was spinnin' away
My head would not allow the alcohol to metabolize therefore I purged the elements in cosmic ilk
Flushed into wasted cases & twelve packs, sweatin' old days, not the 1st time I felt the worm silk.

Tequila & Budweiser I forgot to bring home from the liquor store, I think I forgot it in the scum
By the time I recalled my error and returned to fetch my booty, it was gone but not far, on a bum
Over by the railroad tracks I saw him with his feet up on a cooler, crackin' beers out my backpak
Hella hot sun going down and it appears I'll either get it all back or I'm droppin' the dude, a fact.

It was all over in five minutes or less once I claimed my property, the dude was an angelic hobo
I gave him a couple for his trouble, we drank one together, I was outta the ebb & neap tide flow
He didn't comprehend the language as a countryman would have, an alien, a foreign body of Id
Came over the ocean, boat, ship or whatever motherlode he hitched a ride on, God's a bold kid.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Friday, January 22nd, 2021 A.D. @ 2:22 PMPST
{  Drafted listenin' to @EricChurch #DamBabyThatWasAColdOne in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/BKvE-WoooLE }
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W.W.A.R.D.

#FireBurns #IceFreezes #EarthSmokes

YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO GROW OR BURN ONE, MAN, JUST HAVE A COLD ONE
Punks born without a father's rules, get the charity grown children upset and spoiled
Like the milk mother left out in the hot sun, in the light of day for the riverside baths
Stunk to high heaven with the body odors to attract the genome into oblivion's shed
Deep down under or way far above or below all that you know, #Woke middle paths.

Germaine to the subjects and objects looking for the predicates of prehistoric essence
When there was no books of Word Spells or stories from a linguistic cache of nonsense
Morons and idiots in charge of the species' presence and future eminence, extinct eggs
#ShotsInTheArms for an imaginary virus works in a 3rd world country's political dregs.

Here and now will get all of us there & then, without our intent or will, It's said & done
Nothing left to do when the Singularity has appeared and it is you and me, we are a One
If & only if you don't take that blind faith step into an abyss, you'll die in this bee's hive
Grace screaming for your soul to accept the notion that God's good not great, evil's alive.

Mutate the acid and know that it makes no difference at all, love and hate are a #FalseFlag
For the reality of the sequence of Calculus problems that can't be solved is infinity's gulag
Locked up with a combination sequence of #Fabernacci and the scum of Earth's scat logic
Pins, needles and middle fingers point to the #Longneck magic, square cube DNA's Rubic.

Fabulous that you can walk & chew gum at one and the same time but it's a dead end
Nobody alive on Earth cares one way or the other, it's a fact jack, we can comb your hair
Fancy morons and idiots teaching the children what they don't know, nobody does man
Opened up the Pandora box full of whiskers from the rednecks and orphans of welfare.
by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Venredi, Janvier 22nd, 2021 Anno Domini @ 08:30 AMPST
{  Drafted to a cold one I'll never get back, @EricChurch link @ https://youtu.be/BKvE-WoooLE}

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#ExecutiveOrder #ComeToHighHeaven #HellToTheNoNo

 

WAGGING YOUR MAMAS' TAILS, IT'S HOW YOU GOT HERE

On loathing of the fears between your ma and pa, the nun and priest of your god
You can count on getting high on the pure oxygen, the carbon dioxide of dug gold
Monkeys unevolved, unsophisticated and in charge of the anti-social media to boot
Thinking apes became dangerous when they realized their ability to trap and shoot.

Mystics conjoined with spirits of the rocks that rolled deep down within a fox's hole
Pink when lit up with the black light, pure white when blinded by the wild boondoggle
In 1776 or 1619 there's a load of scat, leftovers to the eaters of all American whores
Illegal aliens can come to Africa and become Afrikaners, Middle East emptied ashore.

Dreaming while wide awake in a fracking freak show, evolved out of the mire & muck
Land above the salty water, the oxygen & hydrogen liquefied by solar power, daphuq?
All you can say about all you can see, hear, taste & feel with the touch of gold fingers
A tax on your skin color and the clothes you wear to cover it up, head to foot soldiers.

Bums and genuflecting idiots and morons becoming fake favorites of two First Causes
No easy chore to comprehend the nature of reality, as you're not asleep in a wet-dream
Woke and awake for the purpose of survival, not a species but individual oneness' spat
This will come back to haunt you, child orphaned by other bastards, now ANTIFA scat.

Apes named #Scum like cream, rose to the top of a hill of beans, a mountain's gold scat
Not shining when there's no sunshine, absorbing every atom, chewing & regurgitating it
Pills swallowed, vaccines injected mainline and if that doesn't kill you, you'll just go spit
Nothing's coming or going, punk propaganda's a rumor gone viral, trump #FakeNews fat.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Vendredi, Janvier 22, 2021 A.D. @ 12:01 AMPST
(  Drafted while scratchin' the itch playin' @EricChurch in a loop #ColdOne link @ https://youtu.be/BKvE-WoooLE }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?