#SubwaysAndElevatedTrains #Spirit1969 #DeadOnArrival #HotelCalifornia

A KNIGHT'S TRAIN OF ENDS, BARE, NAKED SOULS, VENUS BLEW MY MIND
Shoes are out of the plastic, rubber and leather, alcohol of Earth kills the pain every night
Boots made to protect toes and foot bones all the way up the shin, to bend in a good fight
Counted out the cash and had the kitty on the table, rats snitched no more, prison slimed
Comin' out to hear the music that you can't sit still to, gotta dance around 'til kissin' time.

Without the half of the species that incubates the genes' DNA, it's time for mass extinction
Comin' out of the holy holes, the caves with the writing on the dirty walls, ink tainted Sin
Blood goes in and out of the life and death of the Earth Thing, came out of Big Bang songs
Lent out the possessions for the intent to accumulate mortal immortality, hits on the bongs.

It's all about this, my father and mother left it to me to devise a strategy for dealing Gaga hags
Gist of the energy is the matter, it's a blown out star stacked thoughts and ideas in sperm bags
No disrespect to gametes of xy chromosomes, the Snitch's version smokes up evolution, Ends
Murder or just a natural machine shutdown due to being all worn out of will to original sins.

Awakened because the Earth spun out of the darkness and into the starlight, burnt for Good
Not only am I thinking but also I am blessed to be alive and typing in living Word for my food
Within or without the swimming pool in my yard, at least I live in paradise twistin' for a shout
What I am and what she is is All that It is, spent the system's robbery of my soul, hiding It out.

This is a stick up, drop your weapons, knives and guns, if you've got any belt degree, stand down
I shall download the data when the Ends become the Present, it's a shutdown of the seeds sewn
All addicted to the everlasting condition of being in the right place at the wrong time, it's a thing
Monkeys, apes, humans, cro-magnon or neanderthal create difference, One created for the king!

Rural pathways to heaven & hell, high achievers of the Lake's streets, Richie Rich's dirty Oak Park
Shackled up #SuperBee, dual-quad 440 magnum scared your ma and pa, wrecked it in black dark
In or out of the front or back seat, #BareNakedLadies, ecstatic a time or two, Lord's daily moans
Found Jesus, I thank Mary and my Ma & Pa for this life, headlights out, #HellNo I'm crossbones!
 

by
r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, February 18th, 2021 Anno Domini

{  <3 High Achievers <3 & <3 Hopeless Degenerate DNA <3  drafted while rockin' like a jukebox ... PLAYIN' 8 BALL & LOOKIN' AT NICE RACKS!  @Brooks_Dunn #HonkyTonkStomp & HITS LINK @ https://youtu.be/LXhZo682W_c & @BareNakedLadies #HITS @ https://youtu.be/dCrJ3_xwnkA}

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#ProofPositiveOfNegatives #KneeJerksRuleTheWorld #rushDEAD70 #BukowskiListens

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.

by
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 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#RememberTheSixteenthOnTheSeventeenth #UhOh #ItsAFreeForAll #BrassTacks @PopeFrancisSchtique #FatherMotherSisterBrother #OMG #FallenLikeDominoes

 

PIOUS POPE, BLACK HOSE & A BUNKER STRANGLEHOLD

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.

by
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 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

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