#Footloose #HolyBlownDown @SacramentoKings @JasonW @DFox #BluesTraveler @SacramentoKings

AN AMINO ACID'S MIRACULOUS SEARCH, DNA MIND'S MATTER
Spinnin' in anti-matter, around the Rosy's ring, just like the old days, askew fetal hemotoma
School's abort seeds of fat men and skinny women tryin' like hell to find a stairway to Donna
They told me it wouldn't be easy but they didn't tell me that it would all be over in an itty bit
Nobody lives forever, if you're good or bad, ugly or beautiful, get all footloose to end the skit.

Leaving your legacy or nothing at all matter little to the divine providence buzz saw my soul
Remember this, you won't remember anything a moment after your mortal wound's swoon
Nobody will lament what you forgot to say or do, nobody will think of your tombstone hole
Only you & I know better than anyone else, that this dream is a dream in a dream of a goon.

Baby cried first, thrived second & died third in the final act of the play, a finale of fool's gold
Ruptured in the rapture before the unknown became present for creation to murder the old
By accident or degeneration of the action, old body becomes dead, decrepit in rigor mortis
Nothing left over, no soul or spirit here and now or then and there, safe travels to the bliss.

Kidnapped kids who still have diapers that stunk all the way to school graduation's diploma
 Gods learned nothing from the Big Bang, lucky they couldn't forget about it, makin' a kid
Unborn and unconceived, language without subjects and predicates, woman with no man
Mickey the monkey and mighty mouse found out that masks cover up the nose, teeth & lips.

Using the force of happiness to apprehend the philosophy of life without being asleep in bed
Lost in Space up a creek without a paddle or even an equation to approach the value of zero
Minions filling the Void with noise like the Cosmic Soup boiling gas bubble poppin' the corn
A mirror to see the Truth to see one's self, the skin, the bone, the hidden blood trap of scorn.

Apes mocking one another from infancy to the adolescent trouble maker, the generator's fleet
Getting to the point, it's as moot as it was the First Day that the Earth was in play, God's dread
Not only because it was all that could be done but also it was the First Cause suckin' hind teat
Now lotus, set in peace of love, for the sake of Nothing else but being-staying Alive, not dead!

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r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, April 13th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 5:55:55 PMPST
{Drafted to #Footloose #ComeOnB4WeCrack youTube classic link @ https://youtu.be/0rLhJZTHYo4} FINIS
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KING KONG vs. GODZILLA & EVERYTHING MOVING - 2021 Anno Domini #GitGit #RollWithIt @SteveWinwood @Eric_Church

THAT WAS A COLD ONE, KONG!  BLOWN MIND MATTERS
Spun threads of anti-matter, around a Rosy ring, like in the olden days, cromagnon hemotomas
School presence of fat men & skinny women tryin' like hell to find stairways to bloody enigmas
They told me it wouldn't be easy but they didn't tell me that it would all be over in a tiny bit
Nobody lives forever, if you're good or bad, ugly or beautiful, we'll all get to the end the skit.

Leaving your legacy or nothing at all matter little to the divine providence buzz saw my soul
Remember this, you won't remember anything a moment after your mortal wound's swoon
Nobody will lament what you forgot to say or do, nobody will think of your tombstone hole
Only you & I know better than anyone else, that this dream is a dream in a dream of a goon.

Baby cried first, thrived second & died third in the final act of the play, a finale of fool's gold
Ruptured in the rapture before the unknown became present for creation to murder the old
By accident or degeneration of the action, old body becomes dead, decrepit in rigor mortis
Nothing left over, no soul or spirit here and now or then and there, safe travels to the bliss.

Kidnapped kids who still have diapers that stunk all the way to college graduation diploma glee
 Gods learned nothing from the Big Bang, lucky they couldn't forget about it, a backbone slips
Unborn and unconceived, language without subjects and predicates, woman's magna cum laude
Mickey the monkey and mighty mouse found out that masks cover up the nose, teeth & lips.

Using the force of happiness to apprehend the philosophy of life without being asleep in bed
Pick the force that will put the eff in funk and shock the monkey into an anticlimactic catatonia
Mountains, valleys, rivers, lakes, oceans of the living and the dead who used to live in synch
With the rhythm and the rhyme of monkeys' kin, the naked apes who scream and growl sin.

Rivals have come and gone, some involuntarily and others without resistance to my Will's Id
Occurrence of the birth of doppelgangers to every last human alive, here and now, what I bid
Higher low, an ante higher than my stache and the final call of your bluffing, shoulder blades
Light of the sun in the shadow of moonshine I drank from a jug, closed my eyes behind shades.

What purpose are you entertaining as your prime objective today and tonight, never tomorrow
Present is the Time and this is all there is for all of us, here in this place in Space, rottin' slow roe
Kill to eat, swallow the sea,  you'll mutate into a pillar of salt, at rest after gravitational collapse
Being Time & Space, I'll be long gone with all hands on deck, here & now, God'll blow my TAPS.

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r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, Aprile 13th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 12:21 PMPST
{ Drafted while watchin' @Godzilla vs. @KingKong 2021 A.D. on HBOMAX  link @ https://play.hbomax.com/feature/urn:hbo:feature:GYFEzmwNES16GkQEAAAAC }
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NOTHING DOING, EVERYTHING'S BROKEN by ONE, THE MANY #1stWomanOnTheMoon #1stPeasantOfColorOnTheMoon *

A FLY IN THE OINTMENT, STAB YOUR ARSE & ARMS

Putting the most you've ever given to anyone else right there in front of the present microchips

Then you'll die and leave some legacy behind, whether it's intelligent or counter-intuitive flips

Perfunctory this matter and energy, all that it is, was and will be the whole shebang, more or less

You and I won't know in a hundred years what was right and what was wrong about the analysis.

 

Service is an option as diametrically opposed to alternatives, metaphysical adepts, sons of Nepal

There's a circadian rhythm to the rhyme on which we all base our conjecture proof of Truth, see pal

You've got more or less the finished product of human evolution, it's a dead end, nothin' but a hole

Rockin' chair moves to and fro for Ma even after Pa had a seizure in the nerves and bloody soul.

Comedy trippin' in a tragedy from the orphanage where mama left me, she was a sister, in a holy see

That's all the love hangin' out of her, drippin' onto the huge rosary of beads, mouse clickin' insanity

For the ends justify the means in some specific cases of Momentous Events, tiny gangster skirmishes

Four by four marching to final four Ends where the appetite eats dead plant, animals & dead fishes.

Performing the actions on the stage when you're not afraid to get to the end of the play, a gay finale

No levity in the situation when it's Time, yours or mine, Time is money & the cash is up top's sum

Sudden impact when the shattered bits and pieces coalesced into a pile of heathen blind faith sale

Your idea of a revolution is as foreign as Saturn, Jupiter or Uranus, holding Neptune's plutonium.

Symbolic gesture of ahistorical data compiled into piles of divine smiles, silver dreams of God

As if the idea referred to is the actual thing itself, downloaded consciousness from solid rocks

Just because there was a Will of a Supreme Being, dreaming mind of a Buddah mind deep dive

Son, Father & a Holy Spirit in a bundle for a theological mythology, Earth moon & Mars live!

Perfect DNA modified to become degenerated due to wear and tear of friction and fake gravity

Hydrogen & oxygen with carbon based half-life radioactivity, theoretically, my origin's relativity

Atoms build like sticky blocks or blobs and in their inner code, become the form's secret code

Thinking and smiling about the fact that you're alive, here and now, you'll get by in laugh mode.

Going to where you can never return from, someday over the rainbow, way up high, a cold one

Space without anything living, dead and gone moving things, animals, growing synthetic sunshine

Dead, gone stardirt circling in elliptical orbit about the origin of it's unconscious verve, will supreme

It's the responsibility of nobody & there's nothing wrong with being right, a virus, a bacterium meme.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, April 12th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 10:59 PMPST

{  Jammed listenin' to #TheLifeAcoustic @EVERLAST on youTube link @https://youtu.be/tKBcS4YJxkc }

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