#EatTheHeat #BeatTheMeat #SkipTheTwoFeet #GlenFrey #EricChurch

WORMS, SNAKES & NORTHERN COMFORT IN A '57 CHEVY

There's a reason why you & I are here & now in this Space's place & this Time's slot of happenings

Whatever these night's mares represented, that is what needs analysis and conclusions of deductions

Song, music, philosophical arguments pro and con on the condition of electrolytes metabolizing guns

For the sake of the polar and Kodiak bears, the grizzly ones ain't afraid of you, want to eat your sons.

Crouched as a lion would right next to the tiger and hidden dragon, to take a swipe, a cut of my blade

Fading away from Big Brother's infinity to avoid in the simple-minded ape evolution cosmic koolade

Smoking when the fire is hot & nasty, it's the only way to fly, away in a floating balloon of dead air

There's a condition to being in Monterey, meaning to be or not to be rolling with the hard rock stone.

Idiots wanted to be morons and vice versa, there was success in Monterey's grooves, people blew up

Dreams fed the hungry association of what exactly came along with Mary, she was too high to stop

A stiff drink down the gullet might get you two bits of bytes for your cyberspace & SFO open @Doors

I don't know anything, don't know any people or even who my own parents were, test tube horrors.

You are not the mask, you are the virus and it's a matter of Time before you succumb to a numbness

Feels like the first time you and I ever walked along the rivers, lakes and ocean beach's hobo oneness

Available to everyone alive, it doesn't matter who your mother and father were, y'all keep on crying

It is as it's always been since the prime mover created the lying about crying, living bloody life dying.

Get it done, now or never & this is no joke, there's no other choice from Seattle to Muscle Shoals dust

Predication of the subjects to prevaricate the Truth about life, death and your mama's unbridled lust

Come one & come all, as the prostitution provided an open invitation for stompin' of the up & heavy

Supermen & the backdoor human female genome get it all done, this here's all of it, I got a '57 Chevy.

Wet T-shirts and jacked up truckloads of the mudshow, keg party for the sisters & brothers of The Dead

Mementos will be forgotten in the end but it was a super good time makin' dumb chit I can't remember

I got some cash left so it couldn't have been a robbery, didn't get stiffed but where the hell's my boots?

My wallet and my boots are together but I don't know where I left 'em, snakes underneath a bunk bed.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, June 14th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 8:59 AMPST

{ Jammed a #Rattlesnake out youTube 40 years after I ate One that nearly bit me i fear, to kill me & put me down with a bitch that took the apple again, copperhead wink @ https://youtu.be/4VeRO2eE1iU }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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.

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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.?