DAMN BABE, THAT WAS A COLD ONE, YOU DIDN'T MEAN THAT DID YOU?
I drank some in my time in this small space I was allowed to occupy a corner for a NY minute
ONe beer short of a twelve pack every damn weekend, need one more 'fore I gotta drop a dime
But I usually am a day late & a dollar short, it's just a Hammer's beer refreshing, cold H2O in it
Known from the first day and probably will on the last day, matter in Space is such a short Time.
Start with that pretentious attitude, you know this one right here, I got one in spade royal flush
Now and then you think you have it all together because you've shot for goals, Chicago to bush
Maybe some day you'll know something more than you know, your everclear skin and crossbone
It's a system of axiomatic theorems for syllogistic arguments unmoved mountains, the Unknown.
News is all fake and the olds is a mobile that moves four rubber wheels 'bout 120 down the #I-5
I shot every single time I had the chance like a good hog, if I didn't take it, somebody would miss
At least there's a slim chance there's a pinhole of light around the bend, holy scat out a bull's eye
Makin' the trip in an organic, infrared sled that's full of cosmic vibes, God-wavelength frequency.
Prayers may not help one way or the other, regardless of your early upbringing, #2 potty training
In & out of diapers, infants & the elders who avoid death for an eon or two, fake love showering
So that the fight is taken to your back door, pretend you're as invisible as my twelve pack of beer
As the sneaking begins, a surprise for the unexpected UFO guests from another dimension sphere.
No wind and no rain means the Earth has ceased to spin and wobble it's way around the ecliptic
Just because you think you're so pretty, means nothing to the cosmic one in store for the skeptic
Belief in beings blind, syllogistic reasoning from premise to conclusion, valid or invalid, no se, sin
Hocus pocus of monkeys and theologians yields a complex magic joke, we are one, all too human!
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r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, February 27th, 2021 Anno Domini @14:35 hours
{ #BlownGasket on this one while listenin' to @TalWilkenfeld jam & you'll see why here in just a second link @ https://youtu.be/04W5CMZUHZs }
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Saturday, February 27, 2021
#Louisiana & #Mississippi #SweetIceTea & #Honeybees #DamnBabeThatWasAColdOne
#KillAWord @Eric_Church & the rest is just gravy! #GitGit
IN THE NAME OF THE MOTHERS, WE'RE THE FATHERS OF LSD
Rolled dice and they came up snake eyes, every time I rolled them, same old mic'd up story again
Six options from one to six packs of silver dollars and gold doubloons in a treasure chest of sin sin
Stolen from everybody that's dead and gone now, nobody cares about the loot but me and you
We know the ways are the only ways the Way can be, right up/down the middle of the pipe flu.
Mirrors full of monkey images bangin' each other on the corners and in their alleys of Bigs in vain
Maroons born and raised by the morons and idiots who populated the unfettered, divine scheme
Of men and mice, all of them chasin' their tails until the game was done, nothing ventured in gain
Who sings duets when the solo will do? Nobody but me & you know the things only in a dream.
Good men come and go like the water molecules gathering to the riverflow from the snowcaps
On down to the valleys of flooded plains all the way to the ends of the dirty coast, downed flaps
Crashed & burned without me inside, fell out of empty holes & my sons' beaches tide pool scenes
Where my mother dropped me off, at the movies with cash for a coke, popcorn & Boston beans.
Morons made the way as easy as pie, idiots drove the piledriver down until we learned to Tango
Like it was my job, danced like there was no tomorrow, which there wouldn't be but I had no idea
Disbelieving blind faith reasons for answers to perennial questions, who in a God's name are we?
Afterall was said and done, death took my breath away, dead man's bones still hard as rock, see?
Eyes and ears, nose & mouth have enough emptiness in those holes to fill up mouth organs of Ra
Hurry like the rats in the race always have, no rest for the wicked as you know, ask no questions
What you don't know won't hurt you but if you know mercy of monkeys, then man, you got it all
Nothing was always the matrix for a rested, wicked eagle's wasteland, too GD human in heaven!
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r j j stephan, i
c. Saturday, February 27th, 1927 A.D. #HappyBirthdayDaddio @AlbertRichardStephan
{
#TwoMoreBottlesOfWine jammin' in my ditty link @
https://youtu.be/dfrrn_BmtkQ * & to #PokeSaladAnnie #NotATurnipGreen
@TonyJoeWhite link @ https://youtu.be/JyXHxh3Sye0 }
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Friday, February 26, 2021
#OriginalEnds #CreativeVoid #AteRumSoakedRaisins #DangerDrunkenJudges
Kickin' your mothers & brothers to the curb just 'cause grandmas' sons were pretty, dead dads
So, big and little sisters of mine, of my mother and father or others' ma and pa yoyo & top fads
Common denominator and an infinite numerator divides and conquers the hysterical woke folk
Power in the hands of weakened #WarDead genetically inferior allele carriers of not to be woke.
Hire the best judge and jury that would use logic and reason to convict my body and soul to hell
My own people who fly up and down above the ground below you, can't see invisible smoke sigs
A puff means nothing if you can't see the smoke rise without the wind, without the rain rung bell
Which tolls for nobody but me, I ain't your teacher or your fellow #wokeman's probasketball bigs.
What I am is what I am and what you are is what everyone has always been, one's always my fun
A stream of shared consciousness with an effulgence of photons from our burning star, black Sun
It is All there is to me although to you and others there's More than That, cryptorize It, farts, see
Jingles some bells in the steeple, something to bang old chains upon hallowed grounds of coffee.
Compared to Nothing itself, wrap it all up in a cheese and bean burrito, wait until tomorrow AM
You will move it into the energy transformation of the gas to run your machine, then body slam
Down underground, poked & bled out by strangers paid to relocate your bones, option ash urns
In any case, on Earth or in a capsule sent to outerspatial Void via Space, COVID facemask burns.
Hurting with the pain and suffering inherited from the men and women who left us commands
I relieve the pain with the burning of the chemicals the Earth grew from the seeds of the weeds
Social convention has put the many at risk & now the few are in charge of transgenderal breeds
Excellence & superiority above and below the scum of the planet exhibits for morality demands.
You may not judge without enough information but you'll judge anyway, it's all way too humane
Jumping to conclusions takes less time to take care of it all, increasing the Time to be fake, benign
Thunder & lightening birth was the 1st light & closing your eyelids once more, brings Homer ends
All of us going to the same place, we ain't gonna think about that a lot, that God's dead offends.
Sucking more air than a professional hockey player blocking shots on goal to manage the score
A sudden death to play off a tied score, after three periods of an hour, Stanley's cup at the door
Empty or full of It, as above so below, the creator created the creation, it doesn't reverse a spin
Murder application when you are not fighting for your country, stalking a plethora of killer sin.
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r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, February 26th, 2021 Anno Domini
{ Rollin' to #RollinSevensEveryTimeIRoll @DelbertMcclinton https://youtu.be/FNd0OMUPMR4 }
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