#GreetingsFromNorthHighlandsLowland #SteelyDan #RareEarth #BigBrother #DeadPOTUSz #RareEarthBand #SysyphusOnYouToo

STEEPER THAN EVEN EVE EVER WOULD HAVE THOUGHT

God told her just like he told Adam, you have no free will, you don't need to know it all monkey

Forget about the reason for your creation, your existence and your ending before your sky time

Out of everybody's hands and it's all left up to random fortune being a wild card jack of rhyme

Your soul's gonna go where it's gonna go, nobody else will ever know, a rigor mortis autopsy.

Love you leave behind with the dormant dreams of mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers all

Finish their own lives all alone, without me as I do without them, still I keep it movin' in a ball

Around and around, rolling and sometimes rockin' and slidin' on thin ice or skiin' with a blink

Balls of fire and rocks of ice put the nature of the beast ahead of the naked ape's soon extinct.

Fished and speared my lunch and supper, even on the day I was gonna die, I'd devour the dead

What moved and died kept me alive, nourished my skin and bones until the DNA gene of dread

Dropped the dime on my legs and arms, made my arse lay down on my back, immobile & done

Curtains around my hospital bed is what I saw after workin' for the pleasure dome home drone.

After the fall, you got your fur and headed for the corner, that's where I could always find her

On the avenue, past all the side streets and cul-de-sacs, a place in the middle of nowhere spins

In an infinite circular jerk of special g-strings hangin' off our daughters and sisters and wives

Shut our eyes doesn't get it out of my sight, good luck with yours, I got mine, gettin' the hives.

Underground or overseas matters very little, you may come and go in some smoke signal puff

Neverland in your wheels rollin' up to the drive-thru speaker to order the double animal style

All on the maximum power pullin' 6 G's to lightspeed and boom, back in the saddle over here

Time isn't longer than 2 days to the next star system, heard monkeys are waiting for us there.

One female astronaut & Nano computer inside a neutrino, consciousness' mood ring of DNA

Mission impossible, faithless solo mission complete in a century of sweet dope on a display

Nine, eight, seven...before the failsafe is past, a point of no return produces the cut from It

No more mother Earth, no fire, no bong-on, nothing to do but get to an end, Bodhisattva chit.

In search of what can never be, I found it near Eureka, up near the goldmines of the 49ers

Monkey purse full of the profits of growing the alien weed, to comfort the peasants' kids

Hate learning for the sake of being able to read, write and point to China Covid on the lam

All sick and tired, all China wanted to do was use a germ warfare weapon on Wuhan slam.

Where's the weapon lab in the USA?  It's a secret but China is not a secret, on the Boston kegs

Pushin' the tea out of old town out of upper, eastside by the #LSD where angels fear the dregs

Apes evolved into pushers & junkies, if not liquid or powder mainlined veins, up to the nodes

Immortal sentence for the original, mortal sin, being like God, down &  go straight motherlodes.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, May 27th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 3:33 PMPST

{  Jammed while mesmerized by a @SteelyDan #CountdownToEctasy on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/LzEZiyO_dp4 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

@LosLonelyBoys #Rockin' @TowerOfPower #HITS #CantDrive55MPH @SammyHagar @ThreeDogNight #InTheMoodOrNot @RobertPlant

GOD MADE MAD DAMS, PLATO & THE.44's, HENCE, HORRIFOROUS WORRIES, YOU'RE FIRED {edit}

Nothing of substance & it's atomic content left when death calls your bluff, #FakeNews' hopes

Hunting the surface for something to eat without working for #FakeNews sin, white trash US

It's got a lot of good stuff the white boys just throw into the garbage cans #Saved by the popes

They have nice clothes on their fat covered bones, satin, silk, wool, fleece and I ain't jealous

If you move around inside of a shell and you can't get out to stretch your wings, you're a secada

Become a nymph for 13 years & One won't have predators & all of hatched egg young'll survive

Bums and the junk they peddle on the side streets and alleys among the throngs of succulents

It's a secada world again, this year is the 13th and the hatching will soon commence the scents.

Scribbled a message on a third dimension of the sky, we're upside-down & inside-out in the bed

Consider this, where you yourself, your super ego and Id go every night or day when you squirm

Nowhere, that's correct, it's identical to where you were 'fore a meeting of eggish pseudosperm

Perfection is never a problem, the whole universe is perfect, the parts when detached, undead.

Follow the facts & the politicians will follow you right off of the cliff, it's just this way, don't diz

Mere graffiti scribbled on subway walls, common idiots of epidemic proportions with no reason

No purpose to be alive but you know why you die, stop breathing a minute and boom, see son?

Sick no more in these 208 bones, multidimensional consciousness inherited from homo hablis.

Don't save & don't spend, follow a herd of sheeple right off the cliff to a brutal boneyard scree

I've no idea what kind of moron you think I am but I'm not your token #woke, single black hoe

Seventh son, I am what I am and I can't stands no more, would you mind gettin' off of my Hill

Hey!  Hee, come on man, you know the thing, I think I am, one lost & found spirit's rubber soul.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Thursday, May 27th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 6:66 AMPST

{ Tripped out of my face & fingers this AM while listenin' to the @TowerOfPower #UrbanRenewal on youTube BEFORE the @Armstrong_GettyShow on @650KSTEAM #DarknessOfTheDay #ToP @https://youtu.be/UrxRJ9HlfZk }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#SixteenCandles #AllYouNeedProcreation #SeeNothingInEverything #LikeItNot #Kinks #King & #DooWop #DrunkAsASkunk #SkunksDontDrink

STRUM OF STRUNG-OUT 6-STRINGS, A PHYSICAL GRAFFITI MIRAGE'S MIDNIGHT RIDE

There are no more than four, six or twelve strings of cryng sheep's guts in a symphonic hysterotomy

In this lit up world, as above this one & below everyone else's there's a reason for being here & now

Only one and one half hours to explain the nature of the cosmos to infidels with intellect deficiency

No way to explain the surprise at the dead end of information, before the garden of Eden's holy cow.

Divinity disapproved of the disobedience to the rule of law, the commandment to avoid the tiptap

From the knowledge tree's sap, gets you drunk so your own father doesn't know you, tip o' the cap

Hit those hardballs and the buckets for years from nine to seventeen, then the war of Da Nang got It

My time in this Space was not mine for forty five months and a basic training day, all on the GI teat.

Only won at the end when it felt I was losing the battle at the end of the war, wanted to AWOL chit

I stuck it out, in uniform and honored my commitment to God and my country, had a GI Bill party hit

Degreed, careered and retired from two entities who remunerated my Time with a stipend to die for

What you most probably will never know is what it means to be me, man, it's a trip if enter the door.

Transitory stages from pre-conception to post-mortem, has the a priori and the necessary a posteriori

For the propositional argument for the proof that what didn't exist in time can suddenly be created too

As if there's a painter or sculptor who creates a world renowned work of art & then disappears at sea

We're left with a master's piece in some 64 square chess board of first & last moves, stalemate blues.

Wandering around in the sand and stone garden parts that no longer are mastered by water's waves

Disappearing into outspace with the rest of the oxygen and hydrogen, leakin' out stratosphere caves

Little missies and the old maids and widows who outlive the naked skinned apemen, skinwalker's tea

I smoked it after I grew it and mixed it with the mushroom and the cacti concoction, surfin' Monterey.

Sweet and sour move the taste and smell into the holy, sweet spot that only you and I know, mai oui?

Or maybe not both of us but I do, can't explain it to the uninitiated ones who have not seen the lights

Being dead for a minute or two brings you where you wanna come back from but don't stay too long

Your time'll come when it's scheduled, it ain't random, it's all set but you've no clue & that's so wrong.

Confetti falling all around me, 360 degrees for some reason like gravity has no effect, dreamin' awake

Power to move stones and change minds from illogical arguments to the solution of their being woke

Culture creeps who were programmed by mean, ugly miscreants unaccepted by their own clan parties

Piercings everywhere from head to toe, hair sculpted to distract from the plain Jane or Juan tan faces.

Mortified by the Rastafarian symbolics, the streams of categorical imperatives, forms of Plato apology

To the society of men and women, who came and went before his screes in the squares with the elegy

To have been and to cease to be are all that could be downloaded into the dialectic for the sake of one

That one would be anyone who would not be scared stiff by the Truth about existence & eternity fun.

Live today, gone tomorrow is about all you can comprehend, forget about who told me & why I know

Now you know and that's all that's important, now you do what you wilt, the future is already, we died

Just like the Past, I kid you now, a momentary lapse of the Present, a reasonable time to need a blow

Of gods to save us from songs sung 'bout eternal suffering in a Nova cluster of Black Holes, let's ride!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, May 26th, 2021 A.D. @ 7:11 PMPST

{ Drafted jammin' to some #PhysicalGraffiti by @LedZeppelin from the @IrishO'African youTube channel link @ https://youtu.be/EH6I31ev1GM }

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W.W.A.R.D.?