GASLIGHT POWER, INSIDER #MASKS OF UGLY AMERICANS, MAGIC WANDS
For the love of the gods who never allow their presence to be sensed by man or beast, to me too
Wait! What in Hades or down at the core of Earth am I talkin' about? I'm no pundit, who cares
If I win or if I lose, that's up to me and in the End, Nothing really matters to a fool's idiot progeny
Provocative without any conscience about the good, evil and indifferent divine gods above Blue.
Pouring out every molecule of liquid wisdom and squeezing the leftover atoms in name, little feet
Business and pleasure mixed up in a ball of confusion, you an Id orphan of government mule teats
Pushing the matter through the 208 bones, to remain alive while reclined, injected my asp venom
A wet whistle, a tongue & moist cheeks to lubricate the electric outlet, pizzed off alienated dumb.
Not so grateful that the world they left behind died when they expired, Ends, heartbeat & breath
No need or want to move further than the Unmoved Mover who meditates on Nothing but death
A mess of multiple singularities comprising a Black Hole we call Life on Earth, the Ends, brothers
We be a mere microscopic speck of dust, hot pharts In & Out the gods' excreted, unholy headers.
There was a blue moon only in your mind, an appearance of bent radiation, like God's first idea
Intention for the atheists and agnostics to entertain the notion to remain alive without suicide
Which is a reasonable response to self-realization, relationship between what's above and below
Your mind after your body ceases to be is where, above or below Space's Time, WTF is that now?
Be prepared the American Boy Scouts informed and programmed me, prepare for everything now
After the occurence of your next best friend's or relative's death on Earth, observe your bull, cow
Horns shocked the ape-mind, shots vaccinated my balls in other courts, all for One or none at all
Just the bull fight ahead, #Insider beast marked forehead, dipchit blind faith, a man's humane fall.
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r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, April 28th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST
{ Drafted while jammin' to the #ArmstrongAndGetty 6-10 AMPST link @ https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/ }
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Wednesday, April 28, 2021
#TwoForADay #PursueYourBack #WatchYourBack @ArmstrongGettyGuffawEnds
Monday, April 26, 2021
#LegTattooOnMyFace #PiningForMySpace @TheRollingStones #StonesTattooYou @FamilyGuy #TheVeryBestPO
FREEDOM AIN'T FREE BABY, PEACE OF MIND WILL BE THE COST, DEADMEN PAID! *
Knowledge is power, I got some knowledge 'bout wisdom that you need to know, a blind super fate
What it is about the subject is the predicate, that's all you need, a glass of vintage wine, a shot of Jack
When you finally arrive at a destination you'll know, always headed that perception since conception
Not only are you where you've always been but also you're goin' nowhere else in this 208 bones' sin.
Now in this future, from a perspective of madness, the minions' DNA, all too human, bonked 'em
For no reason other than just the lust of gettin' it on, who is present but me to let it all go, jukin' It
Lookin' for the Peace of Mind my daddy never had & my Mama overcame, shootin' scat, know chit
Far away from Mississip & CalExico, overseas in a land of rising sons, awake now #Woke the bum!
Came back to the world back in '74 and that was the day my eyes finally opened, rose my glasses
Saw the third eye in the mirror and it stared right back at me, ad infinitum, got hypnotized, I see?
Tryin' to pick up any woman hangin' around since '69, may even have been 1967, can't recall thee
What I recollect is the religious zealots who enculturated the beast in high school, Peter's #papas!
So from the mean streets of Chicago that I loved from zero to nineteen Earth spins of the sea tea
Orbits around the sun the first 19 times had no effect on my psyche but the next 50 years, I seen
While I was sippin' some wine, I had an epiphany and saw the reason why I'm alive, here and now
Not even a scintilla of a doubt about it, this is an accident, Life' cosmic accident, worry, be happy.
Time to let it all go, forget about it, for instant peace of mind, survival of the fittest, gang bangin'
Hung around with the teenage philosophers and the technical instructors of elitist basic trainin'
Learned how to shave and spit shine my combat boots up with my dress blues and ribbon salad
On the way to the war and back again a couple times, liked, no loved 20,000 mile combat ballad.
there was a tidbit of unknown wisdom left out in the wide open, back of the ol' hound dog bus
I have the independence day right here in front of your face, Ala, God, Deus or Don Juan Matus.
HIgh on grass or on peyote vision TV, trippin' in an LSD-25 haze, purple, strawberry mesacalito
Fine, it's all over and you got the cure, forget about all the trippin' inside your cranium, BLOW!
Like the bacteria and virus we've evolved from, we're now the conveyors of the thing itself
Love and being alive for the show is all well and good but why? It's a journey, enjoy the ride
It's a short one when you look back on it, a hundred years or even fifty, a child's only play
It's dark and then it's light, you see the light or you're blinded by it, conscious of USA today.
Down in a swamp or up the hill on the mountainside, planet's dirt & bloody damned deadheads
You and me in an ocean of deserts, wet and dry leftovers from a Big Bang of gas, God's hind end
High or low frequencies and wavelengths of radiation from the God of gods, a divinity's dreads
Admit it, Mystery is, there ain't One, better live for today for Peace of Mind, a right angle bend.
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r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, April 26th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 5:59 AMPST *ChuckedInTheClay
{ Drafted listenin' to @LynyrdSkynyrd #DownSouthJukin' in an infinite loop before @Armstrong_GettyRadioShow @ 06:00 - 10:00 on @KSTE650AM ...link to #LynyrdSkynyrdGreatestHits #CurtisLoewBallad @ https://youtu.be/71qaX05-ArM }
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Sunday, April 25, 2021
#MiddleOfADeadEndRoad * 4:20 < or = to IV/XX * #NealYoung2021archives @Temptations #BallOfConfusion etc, etc, etc...
4:20 ROMAN TIME, PICKIN' & GRINNIN' IN MARGARITAVILLE
Pleased by the facts of life that the sun, one of a billion stars, never moves up or down to goons
Just burns up the atoms of things themselves, approved of or like it or not, they're gods screwin'
You can't take any of it with you when you die, it's an undeserved gift token, an accidental tour
Of the high & mighty gravitational collapse, cracked skin, stretched out strings, needle & spoons.
Terrific and terrifying at one and the same time, at 4:20 twice every day, dawn & sundown jive
Miracles and just common, everyday causes and effects of things happening to satiate the beast
In everything and all those things in the middle of nowhere with nothing better to do than Live
Sweet concoctions yielding the happiness & beauty gracing Time in outerspace with me at least.
Emotions and tattoos all over the surface that's skin tight for six decades, edge of town still dark
Wrinkled and out of the elastic plastic, the rubbernecker bags of bones, blood and head brain
Monkeys genuflect for nobody but men do, kings & queens get it without an X-box, cancel a cult
Long and tall has an inequality between being parallel or perpendicular to Orion sword, star belt.
Sex puts you here like it or not, don't get the power of the evil ones who want to kill God's gift
Each and every one of the hunters and gatherers get a slice of Time and they defecate Tic Tocs
Awakened or in a somnambolistic, zombie state of being, walking and talking on every 3rd shift
In the gravitational collapse, in the singularity, in the holy hole of an invisible spirit, I'm One fox!
My lady is the perfect fit for the last piece of the puzzle, in the groove as it should be, it's a wrap
Gigs are all dried up from the dehydration of the seven seas, dry salt left to kill the dirty words
Not with soil but with the mind of the listener, it's right there that the infraction records crepe
Paper processed from the bottom of dead tree pulp, no print or cursive in the mind of the herd.
Groovin' inside of the inner circle where nobody but me resides, as a turtle does, out of sea shells
Breathe in and out with full confidence that it's your fuel to animate the unmoved and kill words
Wait until the pitch blackness over the water on a new moon night, a place for Nothing but birds
Unwelcome to fish in the sea and most crawling, jumping & flying prey in anti-gravity dumbbells.
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r j j stephan, i
c. Sunday, April 25th, 2021 @ 1:11 PMPST
{ Drafted while listenin' to #Superstition by @StevieWonder & other jams on iHeartRadio link @ https://www.iheart.com/artist/marvin-gaye-1489/ for your edification, enjoy & be aware, this record will self-destruct once you're read it! }
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