#WhoTheIntercourseCares? #ScreamMoonShine #TaughtHimEverythingHeKnows

YOUR MOON SHINED, A CRESCENDO, A PEEVE, EH?

Tigers & lions dreams begin & you've no idea who or where you are, here, now too

Space and Time itself are constructs of the human brain's genome, DNA gone blue

Freedom and slavery are nothing compared to the coral of life, ready to be the food

Of men and mice, of dogs and cats with their cave dwelling owners of their blood.

In the seminal vessel, a miniscule particle of charm breaks free into the Void to me

Inside the skull apparently above the ground, an urn or casket or Davey Jones' skree

Come hell or high water, that means until death do us part with the H2O, I'm the One

Been there on it for seventy years and there's One more thing, split cortex?  It is done.

Completed mission from the ground zeroes to the epitome of the peak of empty Space

A drive or a flight or a walk or a crawl gets the locomotion to begin, First Cause's ace

In the empty, dark hole or in broad daylight, punks and pundits enter the comical race

Laughing past the bank versateller, nothing ventured or gained from that awareness.

Without sense and without any gold or silver, pirates raid the haves, create knaves

Unscrupulous lovers of living for cheese and shiny gold teeth and nose rings of slaves

Doing the master's bidding to avoid the whip and the isolation of being out of control

Caged behind bars or inside of a lunatic cubical of isolated spirit, exit of death's hole.

Hung, poisoned or natural sleep into the eternal night without a wake-up call, my god

Or God depending on if there is One or more than One, offspring of the Main Vein bod

Which is empty of gas, empty of matter and form to construct life as we know it, a chill

To be or not to be after you die, that's a shaky, spear question without response, I will.

Be is to exist without a host, I cannot do that, I need air and water and junk to eat

Avoid being eaten by the hungry who have no idea that I am not FOOD, I'm a MAN

Spelling & calculating the data from an age of reason to an age of decrepit solipsism

I found you and I, nobody else in the room, there's no trinity except the solar system.

Planets unknown lookin' like the cornucopia of emptiness inside and outside of gods

Divinity posited because only Blind Faith reveals the open sight of guns and hotrods

Here's the tranquility, the day you die my man and my woman, all Adam's Xmas Eves

Making Reality, a Being apart, departed red blood & bones return to gods' of peeves.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, Janvier 25th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 1:11 AM PST

{  Drafted listenin' to #SmoothCriminal by #BlackFaceSuspect @Michael_Jackson1 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/h_D3VFfhvs4?list=RDh_D3VFfhvs4 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?  #oomcdh

#DoItOver #HadItInTheAir #CouldntLandIt

 <3 <3 <3
I GOTTA GO NOW TIGER, BUM RUBBER'S ON FIRE
Coming into the final stretch of the humane race between gods and men, bereaved
From heaven's bowels of the Earth's core where the revolution within resides higher
Above the wind & rain which is evidence of clues to the solution of a time-looper fire
I know and you know we didn't know a thing when we were born or even conceived.

Monkeys saw what monkeys did and they repeated the identical behavior ad infinitum
Here and now we are in the middle of the dream without knowing it, snoring salty scum
Recombinant DNA in a Void's invisible star stuff, fissionary fusion, thermodynamic seas
Animated protoplasm, thinking it exists beyond planets, a false hope for high remedies.

Of the humane treatment of imbeciles and ignorant, blind believers in post starlight too
Many and the single One all involved in the revolution of blown bits of the sun-star, RA
If and only if you are fortunate enough to be at the right place at the right time, you go
Above this world or deep in another, conscious or unconscious, the joke's in Talledega.

Faster cars goin' in reverse order of Time clocks, time outs remaining unknown to death
Gone in conception's deception with a shocking abortion or 100 years of decrepit health
What seems to matter is that you prepare for the End by being present, the here & now
Y'all think y'all got answers, being priests, nuns & FUBAR ministers of raw, cosmic stew.

As deduced from acacic records kept in a holy cave in the pretender's mind, it is Doom
It's on the way because it's natural, the actual imploding of the solar system in a hole
Deeper than finite oceans of hydrogen and oxygen, a Spirit moves it in a TV living room
Where you produce, then see visions of the imaginary, mind's eye scoring a fake goal.

Nothing sweet is inevitable, which is what's always been there, Nothing is a trick of one
Nothing at all is for everyone in any case, a superego is One & Many, a simultaneous me
Recollect the moment afore your conception in the womb, now you know, you see son
Can't hide golden silver from FRICTION mating, cool cats know it's One then, it is done!

Mercury, Mars to Uranus, beyond Neptune & Pluto, a divinity surrounds Earth's 17 seas
Around you like a hula hoop or a wedding ring, anything that rings a bell, gold to seize
Or the silver mountain of left over solar burns, all leftover debris of a supernova rift, Sun
More than One close to us all, all-good drops of cosmic, hot soup, Hell's Love, I'm a bum.

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r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, January 24th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 3:33 AMPST
{  Quote by me, "You do what you do, I do what I do and then we're both done," drafted while listenin' to @WarTheBand #TheWorldIsAGhetto ala a #FourCorneredRoom & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/WFmCCxMp7BE }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#SaturdayPrimaVera #Santana #MarshallTuckerBand #Black #Jake #Batsheet & bonus' #Hodgepodge #GuitarCall #HallOfFame #UpDOWN

IT IS THE SMOKE SIGNALS, GHOST OF GREAT SPIRITS, CAN'T FORGET THE COLD ONE
Blown in and out of the matrix cold ones, ancient mothers & fathers who hated all gods
Comedian language consumers trying to make a joke out of necessary conditions, iPods
Important to elders without property, sufficient income to continue all breathing in/out
Choice and Free Will aside, if you have no cash, THEY got you by the balls' twist & shout.

Here's the club now, in just a minute or a moment or two, I am assuming God, sweet Jesus
Saved your soul, your faithfully departed relatives, my relatives, the American dream of us
And not to mention them but... #ColdOnes will get you almost every time, it ain't personal
It's just the way it is, things that come out in the end may have been a delicacy at first bell.

Then on that last ring, however that happened, you may have had to annihilate RNA slime
One way or the other, the DNA of the cooler than ice has the judgement call, Justice done
Fetch me a beer, a cold one please, long neck out of the twelve pak, it's a matter of Time
Space of in between here & there, monkeys play up to the 99th one, time for a cold One.

Forensic examination of all clues left behind as evidence of the crime, pristine convictions
Out of my life behind the involuntary servitude of the master, high & dry penance's sins
I'm alright now since I found out you were a long gone drunkard, it ain't your guiltless fault
Still as the cadaver of a stoned heart, no beats for your pleasure, #UpYours, eternity's vault.

It's in Mary's taste inside her mouth, in deep kissed, passionate, fleeting love, All of It Ends
Nothing immortal that exists before or after I was born, Earthbound kiss to a fool's amends
Finished before I was done but that didn't stop me from tryin' to delete extraneous bullscat
Hung high & dry in a hell-hot sun, son yet the Timing's everything, y'all just forget, you're fat.

Here come vampire brides repopulating species' ninja black ghosts' on welfare's windy city
Well now, you got 21 years?  You got two ears, I hear ya, go get my sweaty long neck back
Appreciate more than you know, get back when you need a favor, it's fake double jeopardy
Love always on ice, cold ones come & gone, 'til none's left 'cept holy nuns & the Sad Sack.
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r j j  stephan, i
c.  Samedhi, Janvier 23rd, 2021 Anno Domini @ 04:30 AMPST
{  Drafted to @Santana LIVE 2020 CONCERT link @ https://youtu.be/Afaf6YWWqD4 & @AlexanderKing #TakeABullet @ https://youtu.be/y94rnf0DM_Y }

 

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W.W.A.R.D.?