#NoTimeForChumpsOrChimps #IAmMyGuyInTheSong #God!

PHILOSOPHER'S ROW, ONE TIME IN A JELLY ROLL, THE 'Y'* IS SILENT
I got the lead out of my caboose pops, you always checked my jive and it's all 'bout the 'mate
Check that pops, it's all in the way you play the game, know the rules, play out the game's fate
Hard roads to be above and below this plane of a geometric spherical cuboid, my mother's #Six
I had it and even though I was all gone from the year I knew I could escape the crowded nest fix.

Oldest son, eldest sibling and the One of the neighborhood hotties' apples of their eyes, The Guy
Me?  Yes, very understated, common, humble & cream of the crop, got loaded with cherry seeds
Nobody alive and no proof that anyone dead is even a micron better than a perfect ten, stars lie
Exception to the rules nobody knows, commandments or theorems to replace the lost corollaries.

Punky named after his grandfather, Punk, the big boy on the block until the Man & hoodlumhood
Mercy to the ones who blow away doctors & nurses who used to be the skin in the game's food
Babies die & babies live to be old men & old women who complain about living just to blow me
When all of the smoke clears away, blown by the jobs that dry up with the rivers of melted snow.

One day or another, can't remember, some #Karen or another, don't really matter, Eve's A+ #DNA
A smile and a laughing inner spirit showing what's hidden inside the skin and bones, form of #Ga
Uncommonly perfect, a spherical circle of 360 degrees or a cubed square of 360 interior degrees
Masters and Doctors of philosophers' Words, inclusion of alpha numeric scribble of divinity's seas.

Croon & play the strings, lit fires to twang the feelings inside, chills creep up your spine's mainline
One flame from the fire that went out like a light many astronomical units ago, a star's fate, mine
Momentum from standing still for eternity, being an Unmoved Mover, neither more nor less, son
World's been flown & sailed by US, neutrons we are, pole to pole, spun like an electronic proton.

All profits leftists left behind when suckin' rightists souls, mouths gape wide open, phyuq* fame
To the left or to the right, nobody but you and your wild guess hold the key to the padlock Void
Slipped away into the unknown or into the fadin' spark of darkness, as above, so below, a game
Talkin' to you, pHd woman, the doctorates of philosophy, teachers, dead poets' wisdom to avoid.
by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, March Sixteenth, Twenty Twenty One Anno Domini @ 7:11 AM PST
{ #LikeAStampToALetter bled out of my gizzard while listenin' to @MaryWells #MyGuy in a loop, thought she meant ME!  LOLs  Hmmmm I report, you decide link @ https://youtu.be/2-0zdLN3u8Q }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#HackTheHacksHackers #MentalCase #BevisAndButthead #YoungGunsII @SinkThePink @IronButterfly @ACDC #BewareTheIdesOfMarch

#Customlink to #SinkThePink #SAMIAmAFan

----------------------------------It's Epic, So Just Skip It ----------------------------------
ON BEING THE IDES OF MARCH 2021 ANNO DOMINI, #Supernova I am, Sam!
Crease in your trousers reveal the mother's influence, the grandmother's starched collar seams
Punks on the corner never knew the feeling of getting straight A's and a cash reward from Moms
Being inside of the outside makes a big difference to the mainstream media, I report, I decided
Monkeys need more than guidance, the apes need a memory of the things themselves too, see?

Speaking of nothing, where are you going when you die?  I think you have the inside dope on it
Spill the beans and let the entire world of psychic phenomena display the meaning of this sheet
From the origin, the genesis to the final ending, drop dead gorgeous girls and handsome boys too
For the sake of ignorance & idiocy, the genome is entertaining magic spell of seeping sepsis pooh.

Everywhere you go to sit down to eat or lay down to sleep and rest is owned by Powers-That-Be
Before I got here & after I'll leave the premises of the winding roads of Valhalla & Big Apple blow
All of them lead to the identical place in space where the angels all fear to go, don't tread on me
The wrath of the wraith may surprise some who've been sheltered, where warriors & gnomes go.

Five or six senses all at One with the only idea you've inherited from the Oneness itself, rocks roll
Downhill only and settling on the ground's bottom, the arse of being on Earth, paradise of spaces
Time imaginary revolutions, spinning the Word to complete the terminal mission, transit in a hole
Black or white, red or blue makes a simple mind into a non-sequitur argument for the gods' faces.

I did not deliver or pickup the boxes, simple minds like mine only open them for Pandora & Maria
For what this is worth to Ones who have no idea what the value of knowledge is, a feckless sharia
By the way, if there's a dead man or woman whose name cannot be said, here's a Word deadman
Cocked trigger, loaded gun, ammo high & dry, powder's in a keg, Supernova?  S.A.M., I AM a fan!
by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Lundi, The Ides Of March, 2021 Anno Domini
{  Cocked, locked and loaded for bear, 50 .cal on the bull's eye, #ShotsFired @YoungGunsDeux on youTube https://youtu.be/ylvuRp2IG-g }
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W.W.A.R.D.?
#sinkTHEpink

@CarlosSantana 2021 A.D. #CONCERT #Ariba #Salute #WheresTheKeyNow?

 #FUEGO

#AGUA

A PHILOSOPHER DREAMED A STONE & IT TURNED TO REDBONE

I followed y'all elders deep into the interior it, a kilometer high, where wisdom rules free atoms
Nothing comes in or goes out without the knowledge of the only one that matters, it's just me
Not you or yours, I'm not so sorry to say that you've been deceived by deeper funk, azure sea
It is certain to destroy your image of Earth, subtract every drop of H2O and you too, we'll see.

It's like a monster rock without a beginning or end, no garden of paradisaical, Eden drama-domes
Ghouls and monsters under the cribs and bunk beds to make the kids grow into a battle A-drones
Ready to fight to the finish, just like the cartoons taught us in the 50's & 60's, black on white tea
Mothers mixed & fathers fixed so that not only are we ready but we're willing to fight to be free.

Certain illusions of magic are slights of hand with some fairy dust crushed into the mix, mortared
Never go back to Georgia where the sweet peaches fell far from the trees, so out carbohydrated
Lard in the bread, the tortillas and the freaky manna that falls from the welfare AFDC cloudy sky
Into the mouths of the innocent babes, mothers made by accident, git government mules to pay.

Mummies hidden for a reason, decrepit bodies of men and women, our mothers and fathers stink
Souls ain't there you bunch of little drones, grow the phuque up or become dust earlier than then
It is what they want, whomever they may be, they're both dead and alive, a secret society of jive
Depend on your mother's inseminators until they die, say what?  Sons of beaches, I sink the pink!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Sunday, March 14th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 3:33 PMPST
{ Jammed out of the world's alphabetical anomaly while listenin' to @Santana #LegacyEdition #NobodyToDependOn & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/amEer__zXdE }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

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