#InductedMyselfIntoMyAnalHallOfFame #MollyHatchetHitMen @JimiHendrix #BiPolarBluesJam1970

AIN'T NO SMOKE & AIN'T NO FIRE, NO BELLS TO RING OR WHISTLES TO BLOW
Gone with the creator of heaven above Earth, beyond the Milky Way of the Super Nova or so I'm told
Yin and Yang inside of the praying human bodies, none of them with wings of quicksilver a fool's gold
Monitor the flying monkeys and dreamscapes of the wise ones with a fortune invested in a sea's bawl
Blues with green leaves of happy smoke bud-euphoria, pure blood allows the weak to annihilate y'all.

It's a tiny, microscopic stage presence movin' the sweat and blood  pumpin' the Mazatlan holy shotguns
From the origin to the final destination, workin' the rooms and causin' the ruckus that kills all the sons
Chevys & Fords movin' the product from point A to point B & consumed by the electrocuted daughters
All the shotgun Bettys movin' the gold & silver labels to the babies of the extreme fuss, life of all of us.

Bets are all off, there's no reason to put your money on a sure thing, all of the hippy mamas took off
Without any daddies or pappys to turn their lives into something, they grew & sold Mary by the eighth
All the way up to the flower down to the origin of the DNA seed or shotgun snaps, loaded axe a-pickin'
And grinnin' man, that's really all there is left over in the fridge, the electric ladies are sirens' king pin.

Across a road where you can't see any traffic coming or going,  aunt Marie walked in front of a truck
Killed 'fore we were a pre-teen, a psycho-babble padre who watched lives die, aye yi yi, gone amuck
Listenin' from a place in Space where I have never been but soon will be, eatin' peanuts &  filet gumbo
Young cowboy, boy from Chi, thought it was OK to have guns and drink wine with Cisco & Poncho.

In the incomprehensible arguments, pro or con there may be a shred of the absolute Truth, substances
Matter of facts being the origin of the gravitational collapse of universally charming subatomic dunces
Made men, unmade women, dogs are a man's best friend, they can't be bought or sold, it's a factoid ill
Money isn't everything but gold is, paper will burn, gold will not, property burns, rock & roll won't kill.

Mirrors reflecting what you look like in the light of the star's burning disappearance of an ebb and flow
From the seven continents and the islands that used to be the tips of mountains when they rose above
The hydrogen and oxygen flow changing with a spin & wobble of the dirty conundrum, dirty ol' goat

Unto the victor goes the spoils, I am One of them, I had it all and let it go, as I row, row, row my boat.

by
rjjstephan
c.  Dimanche, June XIII, MMXXI Anno Domini @ oh eight somethin' #ShotGunBetty #PackNightNashville @SwisherSweets @Alexander_King youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9YEFSb2fOOA & #BoomLagaLagaLagaBoom #EssentialSlyAndTheFamilyStone link @ https://youtu.be/6fjZaSRoWG0  }
FI N IS
W.W.A.R.D.?\

#PutUpYourDukes #HazzardLightsBlinkin' #ApemenStandUp

 
LIVING WILLS, KING'S QUEENS & A SERIES OF SERIOUS APEMEN
Microscopically in middle of the slide, examination and analysis of the dreaming narcoleptic
Sisters of your great grandfathers have let the blood out of the blue veins, poke in a 3rd eye
Blinded by the black lights and constant audio buzz of something like doom, a poisonous kick
Up the side of the head, slapped like a bee-otch that don't know any better, nobody can die.

Immortally on the life sentence and the death command, it takes forever to get seventh sons
From the get-go the temptation is to drop the dime on all of heathens and gangsters' bones
Spoken in a foreign tongue meaning a lot of noise without meaning anything, a squawk box
Like a bluebird that don't know it's way back home, or a vagrant magpie in the jaws of a fox.

We come & go, bug to vulture's sustenance & governance over minions of men, fish and crab
Scribbled a lot of the thousands of subjects, objects and their predication onto the world web
Fate of the loved ones who lost hope the day their mothers died, that is a necessary condition
Ends can't be expressed to recollect, when it's over it's over, that's all, caput, original foreskin.

Crushed and crashed into the ball of confusion, the golden lead sphere of influence, rainbow C
On the meaning of what it is to be a man, I have an idea, it's conjecture but it's a matter of me
Gone clean out of my mind, reason to utilize for the deductions has totally been annhilated or
It's just my imagination, I'm one who is the aberrant genotype, ma & pa threw me out a door.

Conceived in a happy concoction of hit and miss, I was a #Hit obviously to nobody, an upstart
Everyone else concerned acted as if there was nothing new in the world, but I knew better
I'd come from out of nowhere, not even a name yet nor a gasp of any air, just a beat, a heart
No days and every night the thing itself wobbled and rolled in upside down elliptical letters.

Play it soft or loud, the melody and the beat can't be in the polka or the boogie woogie now
It's an aftereffect and an aftershock, a way so narrow that you nearly cannot see it downflow
Success for your kin and yourself is dying in peace and happiness, this matter is One, it is done
Smile widely within and without, all of the things, not some but every single one, all hot fun.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Samedhi, June 12th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 5:55 PMPST
{ Drafted preparing for the #Fight, @IpMan4TheFinale link https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qe--OjUN95Y  & PRINCE @ https://youtu.be/5iYyBxUislE }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#APES #DNA & #Evolution #HowManyTimes? #TerminalContact #EndsOfPlausibility #AncientAliensAreWhoWeAre #ETRWE? @MaryJBlige

<3 <3 <3

A NEKID EYE & THE THINGS THEMSELVES, EVIL IS LIVE BACKWARDS

Show me in threes, Platonic, holy holes in a grounded form & substance, all too human hotrods

One place in outerspace where we got stoned like Shirly in a Temple, 3.14 tweets, Facebook pie

All night sometimes losing their wives & families, the children who grew up shootin' 'til y'all die

Destroyed it all, young DNA andromeda strains in search of the miraculous, down in flame gods.

Beginning at the closest you can get to the ending of a story, start there & work it on backwards

If you've gone too far ahead and you peek at beings, descending bees and ascending, ol' libtards

Mummy bones unwrapped the rocks but they cannot speak in tongues or pig Latin's wise Greek

Monkey's brain & a mind that is all that's left over in the refrigerator, bad planning of the meek.

Order of the intelligencia who've left over the words telling stories of the dead men who walked

Around the world in a hundred years when Osiris died, as did all things reflected in what rocked

From dawn 'til dusk, every spin and wobble about an axis, invisible, necessary condition of zero

Of the milk drunk until the Jack Daniel's Black Label spilled down the gullet of the sad girl's hero.

Magique and the common human that breathes and walks on the sandstone, surfs headwater

Nobody alive will be alive in 200 years, it's a matter of time, not a shock just a fact of life, data

Where did the ancient astronauts come from?  Extra credit for homework turned in too early

To the humanity of toiling, I salute the ancestors who did all of the work for the UFO alien scree.

Eating the food from the ground that grew plants from the seeds, dropped from above heaven

Mental problems due to worry about the great flood and the lesser floods, the perfect stormin'

Everything on Earth is all there is for the life that's on Earth, outside on the moon & beyond, no

Nothing at all to concern philosophers or state penitentiary inmates, philosophers & Deodorus.

Clearly intentional recombination of DNA acid belts of astronomical Orion, Sirius, Isis & Osiris

This planet's civilization of humanity is no accident, it's the intent of the Supermen who delete

All data gleaned from Day 1 up to End of Days has been uplinked to a mind's eye, damn Skippy

Inside the dark place where you can exist without dying, still conscious without having a party.

Hide and seek behind the sofa out in the park by a public toilet, drainin' underground sewers

Perfect time for magnetic poles to be drained of it's power either now or never-neverlanders

Monks and apes naked and clothed run this dirty plane of existence, It is what it is, killer bees

Spit and the shine keep the glow of shiny memory alive, just like back in the daydream freeze.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Saturday, June 12th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 11L11 AMPST

{ Drafted while curious no more listenin' to @ErichvonDaniken #SpaceCommand on youTube 

link @ https://youtu.be/KGqkY6d2WJg }

F.I.N.I.S.

W.W.A.R.D.?