#NoAnswersHereThereOrAnywhereElse #BigIdeasLilDicks #GDDirtyZLowDown

YOU HAVE NOTHIN' ON ME, I PLAYED YOUR GAMES, I WON, YOU LOSE PLAYER

Among the boys and girls who roam the Catholic schools of the 2nd city, some in Purgatory

Consumed in a deadly blaze in the 1900's way back when kids jumped out of windows, son

To get away from the hot fire lickin' just like the World Trade Center towers, only two story

Poor young babies & their mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, all devastated forever by One.

Now they would have probably been the dead grandparents of children never born to Gods

Above and below this planet's rock and dirty water, full of silver, gold and the seeds of sods

Makin' the green to die for and the salty, open sea to be buried with Davey Jones' gem sack

Down under there somewhere that no eyeballs in a head can ever see, it's darker than black.

On the brighter side of Sam, I am, just think that nothing can mutate the past, only here, now

With a wave of a magic wand or utterance of a magic spell of words in a lingo of eerie tongues

Sounding like important information from the looks on the faces uttering the toothless harangue

Yet, it's not anything more than that there's an idiot that survived childbirth and certain death.

Temporary in context of Earth's wobbling revolutions upon it's axis & orbits around a final Burn

A Sun from a Big Bang or at least our imaginary construction of logic and reason, it's not my turn

Exhausted & metabolized, like smoke in a dream, it was just there, now it's all gone, yet I remain

An egotistic personality disorder of the psyche, inherited from random recombinant DNA, insane!

Function of symbols, dots & lines of an alien culture that became extinct, moons ago, when I died

Not that you can fathom what I know if you know what I mean, but philosophy said that God lied

Nobody wrote a thing down that God ever said, all religion & analytic syllogisms may be damned

To be or not to be was never the only question, the last one was, "So, who is Pluto?"  #FinalCram!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Friday, March 12th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 1:11 PMPST

{  YOU will die if you don't #RollWithItBaby per @SteveWinwood #LosinYourTouchSignifiesItsCominDown link @ https://youtu.be/u_vkKozA8OI }

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#EyesDontCare #AllIWannaDo #JustLetMeGo

<3 YOU? <3

I BEGGED YOU TO STAY, HONEY'S HOLY SMOKE GOT ME OFF, ON THE GRIDIRON

Wonder white bread lumped into a love-blind bleed out your DNA, an itty bitty mind of man

It's as real as reality ever gets, in your face, right there in front of your jive punk arse human

Monks or street urchin derelicts and ladies who speak to the walls, as you sit down in chairs

Not that she wanted to stop & speak with herself, she was talkin' to Jesus' God downstairs.

I served the masses for the masses, I left the scenes above and below the sacred communion

All of the wine in the safe place, where the blood is kept to drink with the origin of my cosign

Mental pictures of mothers nurturing and abusing the innocent and blind babies of God's dam

Pink inside and burnt brown and black on the outside, in on the full burning of the atoms I am.

Come with me or not right now, you will go all alone if you go without me, it's alright, it's fine

Monkeys are bred to copy the cats that came before they got here, it's expedient for the rhyme

Millions of kilometers away from here, it turns out to be an astronomical 93 million mile unit

Freedom bought for some silver and gold doubloons from a pirate treasure chest of the sea spit.

Corners for the gangs and the beggars who can't succeed while here and now, it's impossible, so

Do what you can, people can change me and you in a New York City moment, it's worth a blow

To see how this all goes down, like a bank robbery and the death of the master's mind, it's so sad

Being with me was important, being with you was of singular importance, karma spent, too bad.

Knowledge of the wisdom was the power I had and lost it all to be found in the rough, on a green

Putting in the holy emptiness is all I had to do, eighteen or thirty six times fifty, low scoring seen

Slicing and hooking the drives with the wood or the iron got me right into sand traps and rough

Scored, ate lunch, drove home, swam laps in my pool, fell asleep on the back porch, smoked stuff.

All alone, you went home finally because you had to, refueling is the way of the warrior fist fight

Defensive and evasive tactics win the day when the bad guy wants to beat your head out of sight

Unwound and devastatingly effective in the art of defensive tactics, in pain of being earthbound

Flight's over in the end of someone else's life who misjudged their own safety, hammer's down.

Full load of 65,000 pounds of TNT in back of my conventional MACK, driving the Monopoly games

I pass go but can't collect the 200 bucks and eventually I accidentally land on the go to jail square

It ain't my fault, the luck of the draw, the roll of the die, my parents left me orphaned, told me so

Heart broke on me, THAT SAID, a reputation destroyed, being with you, holy, juiced up do-si-do.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, March 12th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 1:11 AMPST

{ Drafted relentlessly jammin' @SmokeyRobinson #HeavenForbid #LoveBlindInALoopAllInMyMind #IDontDareWhatTheySay link @ https://youtu.be/0P2a6aLDkkM }

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#ItIsOverWhenItsOver #AintItBabyAintIt? #WhiteFlags & #StopSigns #DownToTheHonkyTonk

 

I DON'T CARE AND IF YOU THINK I DO THEN WELL, CAN WE TALK?

Joanie Rivers knew and she took the answer with her to Valhalla or nirvana or way far out

From the alpha to the omega diamonds in my ears receiving the transmission of my shout

In any language of man, repeated & agreed upon predication of modified subjective objects

In the end for the prime omega frame of the sequence, coming to be and swattin' insects.

All of the moving things will die, they're all mortals here with us on the stage of mortality

You have no choice even if you think you do, I do apologize for being the one who told you

About the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus and Peter Pan were real characters in one's mentality

Multiple personalities for you and I is part of our inheritance of Life On Earth, a sky of blue.

Speaking easily between the two of us, using our understanding of shameful winners & losers

Men & women in the millions, not bright enough to survive in the cyber-jungle of new grifters

Hyper-extended beyond a hair-triggered finger, udders to milk the Earth's cancellation opine

Mothers who invented invention, a dream we're dreaming within a dream, sun's moonshine.

When I'm gone, nobody will know I was here except the powers that be, they always do the do

Weird and repulsive as a spray of skunk's wet pungency, getting a handle on the A to the bar

Filling in the empty dosi-do painting on the wall which I decided was hung askew, I bid adieu

The peanut butter dust from the jar of my marbles, cat's eyes and the jumbos hooked me up.

Middle path ahead & an empty precipice to the east, west and south, further on up the road

Benign as a dream after one awakens from that stupor of the contorted joints and boner blood

Complexity is hard to follow with an inferior mind, such as the one I carry around for doomsday

Fanatic or casual observation of catcalls on the corner, where the perps walk & play the comedy. 

If we can't talk, who will have a dialogue without becoming mad, at an AM/PM gas dump pump?

Showin' on screen entertainment as you pump the gold into the output of speed in pabulum lumps

Apemen & their masters have allowed the Truth to be known, as of right here & now, dime drop

Down on the low, struggling to survive like the Darwinian LaMarkians, animals' mortality trumps.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Thursday, March 11th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 2:02  PMPST

{ Drafted to @BlakeShelton #HoneyBee https://youtu.be/xZjosn2u1gA & @AlanJackson @JimmyButtett #ItsFiveOClockSomewhere https://youtu.be/BPCjC543llU @uncleKracker @KennyChesney #WhenTheSunGoesDown https://youtu.be/eGLdbpmXrbQ }

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