#ComedyHelpsYouCryAboutBullsScat #MarlboroMan #ThisISWhereTheCowboyRidesAway #MetadataDeleted #TrainWreckCBD

COVid19-BLOCK POW-WOW, ROLL LEAD OUT, IT'S GOLD!
Of the women and the rats, of mice and the men who trap and kill them, bandits of the pantry
Eating everything that's free and easy to get to, it is what the vermin does to escape extinction
On the way to procreate the screeching moochers who want everything for free because of you
What you said and what you did for the last time, you'll never know because you died of the flu.

A coenzyme for the viral and bacterial infections will attempt the coup d'etat & enter the pool
Full of fool's DNA and the ones who claimed to be mortal wisemen, medicine men of the smoke
Putting nobody in front of another you can't see the gist of the thing itself, First Cause of a Move
Made it before it was too late for COVID19 vaccines to trigger your antibodies, immuned a tool.

Continuum from the infinite to the finite where we inhabit this dream in a dream, waxing a Poe
I don't care what you think or what they all say, I'm the flying eagle you'll never ground, ya hole!
Picnics you can't recall and birthdays that never happened 'cause you didn't know the day of Me
January through December on every fourth year, I am a baby of the Leap's 366th day and night.

February 29th comes every four years, pretending to be the reason why we exist, why we breed
Offspring has gone far, far away to another galaxy and what's left are flys on the walls, to bleed
Not much left after your final gasp for gas into head and lungs, no oxygen kills mind in the brain
No more talking, shouting, screaming, singing about the persons, places and the things from rain.

Owl says who, man says me and you, God says what the intercourse have you been drinkin' fool
First Cause's One before the Last Effect when the somnambulism gets tuned up in the gene pool
You become #Woke like no other, awakened by the freeze and the boil on the hot stove, a burn
There, there you little freak, I'm not referring to your exception to the rule, up is down, out is in.

Blinded by the lights and the faith of the believers in poppycock & illiterate monk bangin' a gong
Left over for me n' you to search for, to find the philosopher's stone, red or blue, Tallyho, let it go
Road is long, it's the middle fork of the American River's bed, on the rocks left over from a Blow
Volcano too hot to contain itself, heavy rocks and the matter that goes up and down, Earth song.

I scooted onto the stage, then crawled, walked, ran and fell down a hundred times, give or take it
To the homes of my parents, their kin and the world as we know it, sensory perception ain't shyt
Even if it was a 'thing' it wouldn't be my thing, could have gotten my pencilneck into a holy noose
Strangled because I was strange and everything was strange around me, defenseless like papoose.

April 8 all locked in tight now here and it's a moot point but it's a nice day and it appears it's dead
Like everything that lives, it must cease metabolism and allow the mind, to be the soul of a creed
Blind faith to jump to an untenable conclusion is all there is when you deduce induction's coach
As the bats and balls pile up on home plate, the fist fight reminded me that I don't like the Roach.

Big daddy and little mama put me here to see what would become of my Time in Space, no lies
Innocent and perfect they deduce I'm the product of @Oneseys & @Twoseys, out of order pies
Hot as the second it came out the oven, cherry pies, all I needed to end it, my ultraviolet eyes
Dancin' in the moonlight just because I see and feel my feet and hands, a hidden secret divulged!

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r j j  stephan, i
c.  April 8th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 11:59 PMPST{ #WhatIGotYouGitItPutInYou #WalkThisWay drafted while jammin' to @RedHotChiliPeppers vs. @Aerosmith @LaurelAndHardy #MashUP link @ https://youtu.be/If9qQ4XgabY?list=RDMM }
* TrainWreck comin' & you'll be on the caboose with me, ready, get set...#WalkRightThisWay!
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
 
#IDontWannaDieInATrainwreck with #ONE #DeadmansHand

#BoomersStache @SteveWinwood @Santana @KidRocko @PatTravers

EVE ROLLED PARADISE DOWN, I LOST MY WICKED TOUCH FOR GODSPELL  *
Wiped out just like the olden days the morning after being awakened by the hair of the dog bark
Too much sunlight to handle with my hands & eye shades so I just keep them closed in the dark
Perfected after millions of strolls & revolutions around the blocks, around the clock 'til I dropped
To be burned to ashes and bone bits or blood sucked and formaldehyde to bleed forever dialectic.

Yeah you know, there's no mistaking the error, it's obvious and it's cascading into your mama fool
Paragraphs & solid chapters of the one & only story you ever get, your own so don't fogetaboutit
Recycled mental retardation and the intellectual illumination of the same old, same old shadows
Out of your closets and pantrys to bring all of your silverware to the table, it's Time to Eat, yahoo!

I went worldwide twice, flew around like I cared to defend country's enemies foreign & domestics
Good and bad times blew my mind, children fending for themselves in an orphanage, poor, sick
Left over little bastards, girls and boys of mixed race, Korean and American & European GI's silk
Sun rising and setting on the water and the rice patties to the darkness under moonlight's kicks.

My backbone slipped left and right, up and down and then a sudden impact of a hard down jet
Put me in a POW China hole, God hated me & it was a vice versa, but I knew it was all my fault
Responsible for everything from the first breath & on to the last, obligation to my DNA's dance
Never allow anyone to hurt or kill me or mine, the prepayment is immortal Oneness in advance.

Got hatched, I wasn't born 'til 10 years later but many punkarse kids threw into the cosmic stew
In bombardiers heads, just puffs of smoke to be seen and never heard but deep down, they knew
Blown to bits, too small to bury, too flat to carry and mothers with babies, back to cosmic rust
Holy conjecture is movement of One, become All you see, hear, smell, taste & touch, golddust.

If you didn't see anything that sparked your joy in the here and now, probably missed, now then
The thing you need to know is unknown but you still remain for the good times, rooster & hen
Paradise is here and now not when you have no mind left, nobody knows better than pops, son
Like I think, therefore I am, I think, hell I must be or I wouldn't be, right?  Another conundrum!
by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Wednesday, April 7th 2021 Anno Domini
{  Drafted while listenin' to @SteveWinwood #RollWithIt in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/u_vkKozA8OI }  *A Two-A-Day Okiedoke!
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#ElbowsOnMyCarBumBegginForMyCash #BringItOnYouMothersOfXXXXers *

PEEPO, PWACES & TINGS, WHAT A FOOL BELIEVES TO SEE IS BETTER THAN NOTHING 'NOUNS' *
I am not the One you thought I was, that's your fault, your problem not mine, do you hear me?
On a dark China night, you arrive at the end of your own verve inside your bones, you WILL, see?
Nothing appears larger than you and nothing is reductio absurdum, you dream then you die boy
er and Energy is all there is and that is gods or God or Buddah or Krishna or absurdly, my l'il toy.

Bums and junkies were created by God, come on man!  You know that so why do you pretend?
We're all in this together, yachts and leer jets and Maserati are the objects to move us to bend
Over backwards to see what's left behind to become extinction's sin, nevermore to be live bait
For the angels and the devil dogs who fight the good fight between the One and the Many fate.

Apes, monkeys and the trips of the plants and animals on this plane of existence, debts extinction
Mothers and fathers are our own, in the USA America or the frontier of Davy Crockett's coonskin
Calculus of the complex simplicity leaves the genome with Nothing, darkness between darkstars
A moment you live is identical to the moment you die, One and the same so be here, behind bars.

Not the iron bars but the wet bars where the slo gin fizzes and black jack flows among my crews
Inebriated babies in utero become the street urchins and the junkies who turn to bums with blues
Complex and simple, just One, not me and not you, nobody in a form or shape of bones or faces
Fear causes the end of the threat, lookin' behind and all around, it's safety first, to be in 2 places.

Scenario of backstage scenes full of cool crews who move the freight from points A & B to the C
Sound of the drums and the brass blowing hot air means we're gonna party and then go to a war
With me or without me, the deal is all done, don't blame me, the innocent messenger who crows
The Word is important but the fact that we're in Supernova mode is a moot point, divinity blows.

Monks in the monestary have the goods, kept in a secret place to pretend that death's not final
Go to heaven if you're good or nirvana if you meditate on Nothing but wait!  There's hell to pay!
A red devil angel who fell to Earth was put in charge of our human nature?  Who are you foolin'?
No way Jose & Josephine, my psyche surfed the waves & walked on the moon, it's a mortal's sin.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, April 7th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 5:55 AMPST
{  Granted the light of day from the depths of my DNA, atomic split holding while listenin' to #ChinaGrove & the #BestOfTheDoobieBrothers on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/qKYQNtF11eg }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
*Wiseman had the power to reason it all away but he died anyway!"