IN THE WORLD IS WHERE IT'S ALL AT, THERE'S NOTHING OUTSIDE THIS HERE PLANET *
Apemen and apewomen mated and became the humans of 2020 A.D., this is the way, be nice
Dice got rolled every time rolled sixes and nines, never snake eyes, not even once, OK'd twice
But I was distracted by the perfume in the room, a small back cubby hole under stank & fur
Mothers and fathers wouldn't let their children roam around in there, but there they were.
Punks and the bartenders ruled the roosters' roost, you can bet your bottom silver dollars
Throwing back the shots until my elbow wouldn't work any more, I loved the battle scars
Find the heavy duty and the light weight idiots and throw them into the menudo of lava
They'll all turn into the rock as they roll down from the blown holes, seeping black kava.
I don't know anything about what you know but I do know one thing, you are One or two
Either way split into a million pieces is the future of anything named matter, college learned
Pyramids and the holy burial ground where burned bones lie undisturbed by quaking Earth
Mothers and fathers need medical attention, here is all they'll get, six feet down or burned.
Here's the pressure that you're under, you're gonna die today or someday in the future, I say
You say that you're immortal because your soul lives after your heart & mind seize, a flombet
Marketing to the consumers, all is eaten and recycled for the left over and subordinate 'bot
I came, I saw & I conquered what ever will be recalled by anyone anywhere, rolled bones bet.
You are welcome and I thank you for the many and the last one I see before I die is the real me
Who I am and what I am is not what you want to be, not who you want to be, I'm in charge see?
Final test for your grade is going to be an essay on why you think you're on the planet for, Jack?
A model and the absence of all things that have atoms are the identical, imaginary brig a' bract.
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r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, February 17th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 1:11 PMPST #RushHourAllDayLOng #RIPrush
( RIP @RushLimbaughEIB S I L E N C E #RollTheDice
* https://youtu.be/awGN5NApDy4 2 kinkLinks #RUSHmysterySolved #RollTheDice @CharlesBukowski @ https://youtu.be/36CYMdFmDeQ }
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Wednesday, February 17, 2021
#ProofPositiveOfNegatives #KneeJerksRuleTheWorld #rushDEAD70 #BukowskiListens
#RememberTheSixteenthOnTheSeventeenth #UhOh #ItsAFreeForAll #BrassTacks @PopeFrancisSchtique #FatherMotherSisterBrother #OMG #FallenLikeDominoes
Crow junkyards are for the bums and leftover material world from the dead people, God's ashurn
White and black, black and white has no bearing on death, bones go undersea, grounded to burn
Monkeys pretending not to be walking bags of wasted matter, movers of ghostly machines' fun
To be or not to be, nobody's question, all a hoax and a ruse for the Many who believe in It, One.
Nobody's fool, you are but I am not, let's get down to the brass tacks and uncover the comedy
Chumps and poor, naive recorders of humanity's finite motion on the third rock from the sun
My sons and daughters rock it back and forth in the crib and the cradle, smoke the green tea
Drink the concoction to calm your ass down, you know it's all a little pretentious but just be!
My pencil neck made me a geek and the way of the warrior goes deep down into my arsenal
Swords, sticks, stones, knives, rocks, boulders, boiling water and hot, burning mankind fecal
Terror of the divine and torture for the weak and sick, power of mean men and nasty women
All comes down to this, get in and get out before they know you were even here, leave oxygen.
Air and the wind that moves me, it flows in and out of my sensory unit, I am Adam's kin in sin
You cannot make this up, all over this planet, written on stone and dead trees' leaves and pulp
Cream of the crops that never were grown by the gods, only by the hands of women and men
Most of those who help us to survive today are long gone, some millennia ago, y'all giddyup!
You don't need to be a philosopher, cowboy or native, all babies trigger this, human extinction
The most important variable of the pi, psychic grades of D minus students, flunked senior year
Apes who monkey around and mimic monkey shines are the same as the dead humans of fear
Culture of civilization, religion & philosophy, repeat ad infinitum, a Crow dims a Black Hole Sun.
Ahistorical backward to the Big Bang and then fast forward to the here and now, how's it feel?
Either lost in Space or at least unrelated to anything prior to physical conception of DNA, I yield
To the end of the world, end of the planet's vivacious rotation and revolution about the star-sun
It is just One of the Many in the pantheon, we are less than a moron, as above, so below, my son.
Conquer the ones who'd beat & imprison you before a funeral pyre execution or nail crucifixion
Punks following instructions for their daily bread, right or wrong, moral or immortally damned
Microscopic Charm or all encompassing from atom to red giant and a Singularity disappearance
Dreaming, sleeping, unconscious, subconscious or wide awake and ready to rock, God is dense.
All for One and One for All, density compressed into the Void of your mother's womb, you're free
To be or not to be you, your fathers' mothers & their mothers' forefathers, none of y'all wanna be
Ironic yet Absolute Truth that nobody can deduce or induce without evidence, the whole shebang
Here's a gateway to get to the bottom of the pit, question It, date it, honeybee sting, Yin & Yang.
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r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi Gras, February 16th, 2021 AnnoDomini @ 9:11 AMPST
{ Drafted while listenin' to @WARtheMusicBand Vol 1 & Vol 2 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4NyUSnLTUk4 }
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Monday, February 15, 2021
@WishboneAshe @BobDylan @GeorgeCarlin @TheKinks #Apeman
SPREAD OUT AND TOOK THE FLANK, ATLAS SHRUGGED, I'M TANGLED, WE'RE GOOD
What is happening & what it's all about may be all there is to know, crazy girls hair, beach sand
Something about a smile & pretty face dancin' & I'm on, then it happened, American Bandstand
Do you wanna dance girl? Come on let's get on TV, lip synch and trip like there's no tomorrow
If you don't go out there and sing and dance you'll never know what it's like to repopulate, so go.
You may or may not find out when you're 15 years old, more or less than that age, it'll happen
A little dolly will show up and take the lung's breath away, yours not mine, I'm always chillin'
Many have come and gone and I'm still here and now, wondering how I got so lucky, I'm all in
From the alpha male within me, a cool jerk puttin' & takin' what I found, nobody's mortal sin.
My mortician cracked open my ribs, removed my unclotted living blood, rinsed down the drain
Like that's the way of humanity's blood I guarded within for decades, down the sewer of pain
Not a surfer of air or sea but I pound the ground like there's no tomorrow, marchin' in cadence
You had a good life and you left, I know it was difficult but high rewards have great sacrifice.
Who would have wanted to go to the American Bandstand dance contest in 1969 but I flunked
My senior year, I failed English Composition receiving an "F" from the #LayTeacher, Ed Sullivan
Had fun as I often did in my 4 year "D-" student career & Drive-In dates '60's, in my '69 Firebird
How was my Kung Fu? You found out before you knew, miracles are for humanity, I say Word.
Spells in the forms of the matter left over from the Big Bang before I was conceived, Saturday
In a period of this scorched Earth when I let my heart skip a beat, a crazy thing called love play
To complete the circle of planetary circumlocution, Time is this revolution endured fortune
Not many minds become one with matter, this is a privilege and the gist of the sword & 6 gun.
Saving face is only one thing, to stay alive and healthy, satiated & hydrated unto my hawk wings
It is as it's always been before my birth and it will be identical after my death, That's Life, he sings
Sharp sword and wit to navigate through and around the obstacle, the force that isn't too human
Superhumane sweet leaf of the 7th sons, drunk Slo Gin Fizzes, yeah Mr. Apeman, you're the man.
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r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, February 15th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 5:55 PMPST
{ Drafted while listenin' to #Apeman @TheKinks link @ https://youtu.be/aRHqs8SffDo & @BobDylan #BloodOnTheTracks link @ https://youtu.be/ZEzuALNUH5c }
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