#PapaWasARollingStone #TrustMe #WouldILieToMyFavoriteRug ? #WheresTheChief @EricChurch @Skynyrd

 

NOTHING BUT GRIM, GREEN RIVERS & JACK'S POT O' GOLD
Destiny to rock and roll from pole to pole all around the equator and then back to the MEM#HUB
Split into regions of frequencies and wavelengths committed to People, a Service for a Profit tub
One in a million investment caused the effect you see in the trillions of tons of gold & silver, man
In piles of electronic 1's & 0's reinvested into the genome's DNA, replicating FDX, a goddess' fan.

Overnight or ASAP, dependent on nobody and nothing but the excellence of perfection, #Deliver
It's all that's necessary, sugar, to compliment the human condition, innocence in ma & pa's Void
Face it man!  You get down or stay straight, upright, stand up guy & gal, you & yours only perish
In the end, sooner or later, you'll get caught with your britches down, on or off of the can, go fish!

Inside of the rocks, nothing left over from the Big Bang or the Red Giant's excess radioactive flow
Homeopathic & telepathic intersecting at the threshold of a twilight zone lit Void, ready to blow
Riding the wind of starlight and nuclear fusion's incomprehensible glow in the darkness, I am One
Not two or the Many, just One but not lonely since I am all that there is left of me, I'm a 7th son.

Mother dropped 6 of the ones before me into a Roman Catholic joint, Limbo, out of Time's zone
They're still there in between heaven, hehl & planet Blue, bones burned, turned to dusted stone
Underground down to the core of rolling thunder, where Earth is exposed to be the dead hotrod
Leftover afterbirth of the mother of the life form invention, containerized, mortal, acid of God!

In the holy name society of secret words and mantras to pretend this Life on Earth isn't all of It
Word unwritten that is the sound of music to the deaf ears of One who hears Nothing, take a hit
Yet, there's this evolution of theoretical conjecture, mama was a monkey, pops King Kong norms
Need Godzilla to help me out, smiling amoeba & paramecium, bullfrogs, spun yarn of silk worms.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, March XXVIIIth, 2021 Anno Domini
{  Drafted while listenin' to @AmericanBandstand 1969 @Youngbloods @Archies @CreedenceClearwater #TheTemptations link @ https://youtu.be/BE-K3QqtBX4 }
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#ExtinguishCulture #ExecuteTheConquered #FreedomIsFragile #GuardItOrLoseIt

LOCKED IN TIGHT & OUT OF RANGE, IT'S A WRAP, AIN'T THAT SOMETHIN'
Losin' hands dealt every Saturday night, same time, same place, for no reason at all, I'm all on it
Lovin' hearts all around me, all of 'em know I don't have one so they overlook & jinx my afterbirth
Punks & the mothers who reared them, also punks themselves, none of them responsible for spit
H2O monkeys that saw what they saw & repeated the good, the bad & ugly, for what it's worth.

Believe nobody, not me or anyone else trying to persuade you that their human mind won it all
Struggling from the first gasp of heat at your mother's thighs to the last huff & puff blowin' hehl
To the depths of Hades where the brave humanitarians fear to go, no food to go, no, no, low ball
Out of the blue, found out that there was nobody left to watch my six, so I had to ring a 3rd bell.

Passing out first, then passing through the gate, the door of the zone, between heres and theres
Indescribable with the Word given to people, places and things, this is neither of the three bears
Wheelin' the first woman I met on down the street to my place, to the lobby up to floor eleven
Sudden impact inside the front door, I got mugged, I got fooled again, I got married for seven.

Not years or months or seven weeks but 7 days with my bonehead in a noose, angels are my fans.
Inside of the narration of the story there's the pain and suffering nobody can see or share, blow
I don't give a flying dirigible what you or anyone else thinks, shyts gonna move, it's got to flow
It's all liquid sunlight under the bridge, it's my bluff, I got one & I'm bettin' deadmen losin' hands.

In the air, above the Earth and seven seas, Time slows down your life's perpetual motion to zero
Faster you go, slower time goes until at the moment before you reach the Truth about you, hero
You nearly give up and then like a lightening strike you return to the star it came from, asteroid
Things being the conglomeration of every atom in the cosmos, a universal particular, an android.

No soul in inside to survive your corpus dilecti inevitability, it was the rumor about propaganda
Bloodless monkeys pushin' the buttons to fill the cups already run over by a black albino panda
Ways and means committees to cause the effects, love & hate to do the unsustainable cowbell
As above, so below Earth's stratosphere, astronauts violated the deal, out of the hole in Hehl.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c. Saturday, March XXVIIth, 2021 Anno Domini @ 3:33 PMPST
{ Bobbing & weaving FROM THE VIDEO "Do Not Worship The Powerful Ones From Your Sumerian Heritage" on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hbfeE7OC_uU & watchin' the movie @Coraline on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/SwIsLgRM4ts }

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#SunshineBumpsOnGodsArse #NeedAGypsyToTellMeWhy #LeaveYourMindAloneAndJustGetHIGH @AllmanBrothers @VanMorrison @KingKong

 <3 <3 <3
I GOT DRUNK, PASSED AWAY IN CRYPT CITY, BY THE CAMPFIRE UNDERNEATH THE CAUSEWAY
Fill a buster with the liquid or solid or gas and I'll show you how to take up all your Time's space
When your mother interrupted your father's coitus, bang you got the One first served, about face
Morons & idiots featured in the early shows & even more of them are late, trimester assessments
It's not for me to say, reasons that God created man, a soul full of Genesis-Revelation testaments.

Bible thumped away to charity, Holy See surviving until a dark event, black, holy divinity's disdain
They had no idea why they were on the planet either, they just didn't think about it for the pain
Counterrevolution of the many men and women who grew from bad boys and mean girls of God
Reenlisted for the eternity of infinite equations of inequality, a percentage of minuses and zeroes.

America to Amsterdam we all got the soul train when it came around the bend, girls on the tracks
Boys on horses catchin' up to the caboose where all the booty got stored with armed guards axes
Bounty is less than you'd like but it's better than nothing, absolutely nothing has no profit for God
Religion & metaphysics of the ignoramus, a moment out of Time, after you die, we'll be all good!

You look like a chump or a King Kong mutant, a distant descendant without hair, naked, apelike
Without tools for survival among the fittest of the fauna present at the Origin, a paradise spike
No need to hunt or fish for sustenance, everything was there and there was no need to recycle
From what you eat to what we all know comes out the other end, where gravity pulls to defile.

At the moment of death, the sphincter releases the leftovers for the old ones who were o'er fifty
Shat was always on my side but we hid it well, underground more than six feet below crypt city
Grounded to electric charges coming out of nowhere in and out of Space, Time starts to red rust
Opened up wounds all bled out and there's still something left, it's nothing but it's all 'bout dust.

Worried men get killed and the ones who don't worry about anything at all, well they die too
Nothing to see here, move along while I stand on the gallows with my neck in a noose, git ready
Locked and loaded in the most positive way, the middle way, a center path from here to there
Dressed up and dressed down for the prom, I never looked around so I can't recall that I cared.

There that one chick was were her hands on my knee movin' up my lap to the Monterey beaches
A movement of mothers and fathers to get sisters and brother, a friction between dogs' leaches
Symbol to understand the meaning of this universe, whether you're alive or dead, left to the rust
Culture of conwomen and hooker men, all of them on every Earth continent, mortal, atomic dust.

Who used to care still cares but they don't want anyone else to know about it, hidden can't seek
Nothing moves when it's quiet and dark except fools and thieves who have a screw loose upstairs
It might be good or bad or evil but either way, it's gonna be desire, need, disappointed me freak
Remember all of the people who're on Earth no more, millions believed one big lie, heaven cares!
by
r j j  stephan, i
c. Samedhi, March 27th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 1:11 PMPST
{  Drafted while jammin' with Holy Ghosts (my kin) of Alpha Centauri to @VanMorrison "LIVE in Montreaux" on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Q9rYW1UWkKs }
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W.W.A.R.D.?