#ROCKPLAST @kENNYwAYNEsHEPHERD & @mOTLEYcRUE IN THE NUGATORY @JoeDanMedia

SAME TIME, SAME STATION, PLANETARY HIDEOUT FROM THE NUGATORY
Watch your mouth if you're rich or poor because the really bad actors will tear you up quick
Just like a dirty look, can't stand a cross word from a mouth to the virgin ears of a dumb hick
Just an ignorant miscreant through no fault of one's own, it's the luck of the draw, die rolled
Snake eyes, seven or eleven won't matter the day after you're dead, no answers in the dead.

Moved in a movie with motion film passing by the eternal light, an electric wall of atomic Id
All around everywhere you can feel, see, hear even if everyone else is out of touch, I smell it
Two by fours of pine & oak, pounding 16 penny nails through, fire, smokin' dank gorilla glue
So far up to high heaven after a fire in the hole, chemicals of plastic melted, now got bat flu.

Put all of my chips in the kitty, I'm bettin' this is my last hand and I'm bound to win, y'all losers
Not because you want to be, it's an inheritance from random, smooth operations of players
Play on the stage with the actors moving as if they're characters who have intrinsic worth, No!
They do not & they cannot save eternal from it's destiny of victimhood, a creator's hot blow.

Man in the mirror is who I am, a full quiver of arrows and dead-eye target aim, Space's Time
Future and my entire contents of recollections from the past since my conception, for a rhyme
Change of zero to one & one and every Karen & Dick get a millennial life, a sound & black light
Love has something to do with it, being above or below #Woke dreamers too drunk to fight!

Eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow may be too late for you and for me, no trouble to see it
To know the Truth is to know nothing more than the rhythm and the beat of the rock and roll
It's a feel like you had when you were born, a strange but attractive noise of beats & twangs
In the Space at any moment in Time, the air will pick up what the vacuum will absorb in fangs.

Dominating the subordinates is natural and the defense is to elicit guilt in the winner's mind
Self worth and unworthy worshiping of witches and warlocks yields the malfunction signed
It's magic, it's the sound of the words, the vibration of the tone and the will, the intent to do
Anything and everything from pole to pole of this planet, nothing else to be makin' y'all blue!

Utters squeezed until the dead air left nothing to the imagination, cow's teats were dead, see
Nothing else but the thirst and hunger left to be dealt with, whether free or imprisoned to be
Fire will burn it to the ground, ashes will allow the Void to reassert it's essence, ad infinitum
Clowns and saints of the holy Creator's disaster we call, Life on Earth, all live & all die in scum.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Friday, April 30th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 3:33 PMPST
{  Jammed out of the glue while listenin' to @KennyWayneShepherd 2019 #Rockplast link @ https://youtu.be/VsqCKPoAGHQ }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#FallinForTheFirstTime #AGAIN #SurroundedBy#@

SPINE TAPPED, DOG GOD'S THRILLER WASTED IN TIME, FADED EUREKA!
You have the two dogs under control so no whining anymore, it's all 'bout the rapid ice drips
Ending up dead and gone is the way of the wise derrieres, who knows this is a scam of trips?
Nothing to worry about after you figure it all out, why you're here and where you're going
After this life, when you can't see or hear anything without a body, a soul full of hood sting.

To whom it won't concern, you all need to know the meaning of the Kool-Aid drunken stupor
Business and pleasure all in one ball of confusion, where you don't know anything but a whore
Sons and daughters meowing like alley cats, gettin' away with the stolen books nobody reads
Words all bustin' a killer rhyme, bad and positive waste of the food digested, know the kids?

Amoeba and paramecium alive in pond scum & Doom, here we are in & out of an A-bomb blow
Neighbors in mean streets, hiding in gangways 'round the corners, slippin' in town down or 7up
Amended the theorems and strapped the heat, put me down in a deep hole, never get out now
It's my mind that's all gone, it's the thing they wanted to punish, the mind slipped, can't get up!

In solitary without paper or pen, just my chit on the walls, stinks but it's what I got, it ain't chit
Babies and old folks who were grand, parental role models to leave their influence on the byte
All too human or divine, above or below the top of the palm and redwood trees, born or abort
Locked in and out of sight, once things themselves have changed enough to become the Squirt.

Thought forming from a movin' program of future and past tenses, presence of being in a daze
In and out of the restaurant to eat the dead animals and plants, left over to Gold's purple haze
Water under the bridge isn't moving any longer, it's frozen & nobody cares except the two dice
Rolled against the wall for craps, snake's eyes or whatever can't win, I'm all in now, I am #Lies!

You got a light?  You got a match?  You need to quench your thirst and satiate your hot hungers
For the diamonds and the gold left over before the gods died and left the kings' pyramid burgers
Wind due to the revolution, the spin and the wobble of the tomb of bones turned dust, oh Earth
Place in outerspace, 93 million miles from vintage conundrums, smooth criminal origin sin birth.

Sundown or sunrise is just the Word for the appearance of the ones blinded by light, mixed it up
Clear truth and innuendo moving you from the ignorance of innocence to the wisdom of the dead
Many lived and left the scribble of their mind on the dead sheets of tree, glued and stapled to Ra
Inside or outside, strokin' the pyramids, buried the source to save it from a bang, dead man hand.

Aces high, I win every time, got a king, a queen and a jack of every suit, it's my kitty, royal flushin'
Cheated once, got shot and killed and now, I always win because I am in charge of this death sin
Repeating the same mistake over and over thinking that it might be different the next time, #tilt
Never play me man, I shake down pinball games, I shiver creepin' into corpse shells, rats, beat IT!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  FRIDAY, April 30th, 2021 Anno Domini
{  Blurted out while listenin' to @MichaelJackson #25DoggoneGirlIsMine link @ https://youtu.be/RVKjERPfE5s  & @BareNakedLadies link @ https://youtu.be/Pv7kodfFXpA }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#HeadsOrTails @LynyrdSkynyrd @GratfulDead #ItIsDoneAgainAndAgainAdInfinitum

DOWN SOUTH JUKIN' & SUNDAY PANTS ON, DREAMIN' PEACE OF MIND CHIT
It was time to let go of it a long time ago but we wanted to get it on lookin' for a itty bitty piece
Of the mice, men & women who haunt Earth's seven lumps of clay, let it go man, two piece bikini
Tinkering with the traveling in and out of the atmosphere, underwater, inner & outerspace scree
Completely out of this world when you look at it from the point of view of the seers' gold fleece.

Looked everywhere & I swear I may have overlooked one or twenty three odd jobs I quit, let it go
From the bottom of the cleffs to the top of the treble's tremolos and God's damned staccato zen
Mind found in the gold mine where the vein runs from the last place this rock was a star, godson
Pennies to tons of gold transubstantiated from the lead-a-plenty, common & rare as a queer zero.

Everybody who will read and comprehend the flavor of the words, all of y'all are a bull's end hind
Middle of the target for practice & #IRL just to show off the powers that be, the will to polymerize
From one's inherited DNA's mitochondrial signature, an ancestor of One evolved, platinum & gold
It was all about the peace of mind, the rest of the holy soul, your Soul was the First of your kind.

#Woke up and nobody knew I was sleepin' forever so I just played along with the game's trippin'
Mothers, brothers & sisters, sons and daughters, heads up for the duration of your step skippin'
Let it be because it will be the way it is with or without your conjunction with the interjection
It all comes back to you like a boomerang, karma ringin' your bell after your dead of mortal sin.

Among the many sometimes an anomaly returns from a random rearrangement of coded dope
In the beginning it's like it will be at the end, a bunch of atomic smoke on a slippery ski slope
Still Everything is lookin' fine, got lovely ladies that just won't wait, it's time for Muscle Shoals
Party time, at the beach & downtown jukin', taxed on the sand, Gold-Platinum, Skynyrd rolls!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Thursday, April 29th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 4:11 PMPST
{  Drafted while listenin' to @LynyrdSkynyrd #GoldAndPlatinum on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/m81nzZ_yX3U }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?