#LookWhatTheCatDraggedIn #MeMyselfAndEys #Gleason #ThreeDogNight @BurtReynolds #NAVAJO

A SWORD IN A MORON'S HAND IS WORTH AN IDIOT ROLLIN' BLUNTS

There's a reason why you and 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 & 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.

Bitter women & their learned sons who marry their daughters & sisters, ban daddy-baby 3rd encounters

Knowing that money can buy anything except the keys to immortality, there's a price for ; fluke-queers

Knowing nothing but what's been known and written before the dead had died, while they still scribbled

Words from the employers of pawns who sleep when the stars come out at night, work hard, die harder.

Ape meat and polluted running water, through the lead pipes with the freezone anti-freeze, mortal sins

Only faint sounds of someone digging or pounding a sledge hammer onto rock basalt, makin' diamonds

New Orleans to Vegas, my round trips took it out of an infinite smile of the moon, herbs just rollin'

To hatchery where the salmon and steelhead grow and spawn their life away, all due to global bleating.

Makin' a name for yourself, makin' bank for your service, conniving the words from hand to mouth

Dixie to Mexico nothin' but a thing & it's more than you know, or more than anyone can ever doubt

With or without me you'll come to an identical conclusion, Aristotle & Plato deduced a Chinese bat

Gods roamed without a purpose other than enjoying a ride from start to photo finish, a section 8 rat.

Whiskey and moonshine mixed together in a metal trough, for the party of the decade, my 7th decade

Fierce as I once was and a model of a man in the middle of a life sentence in a paradise that once more

As if y'all didn't know the reason for the trip of a Time you have with orphans and friends in this facade

Some are your kin and some are distant cousins of an identical grand parent from afar, abroad no more.

Alright to spark some rice paper holders of the sweet Jane, she's always under Smith & Wesson's gun

Pistol or revolver, a weapon like mama used to heist the Benjamins, got back my bullets, I drop dimes

On you 'cause I was old enough to let you know I'd be firin' an M-16 in two years, in a jungle o' fun

Unto nuclear missiles & DNA chemical mutations of X genome. rats & bats, dead I am too, the times.

I have both Plato & Aristotle on this venue, they both disagree with my premises leading to the Ends

Blind faith they used as the substance & form of their existentialism, what f'qn choice did they have

Deduction in the phenomenal world of sensation is about all that got in the way of our soiled Depends

Monkeys eventually causing the extinction of species, asexual healing and pending doom, holy rave.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Friday, June 18th, 2021 @ 4:44 PMPST

{ #SheCouldSuckTheChromeOffATrailerHitch #ItsOnlyRockAndRoll #ThinkinForOneSelf drafted

to @CheechAndChong link @ https://youtu.be/PCVwYJ9F6fU 1978  #LiveAtSpanky's }

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#2Legit@Quit #EyeForget #Smokey #Temptations #MCHammer #JamesBrown #TheGlove #LetUsRoll #KidRock #IllBringYouThrough #ThisIsIt #BurnItUp #LikeItOnTopAndBottomToo

OLD & YOUNG DNA THRILL NOTHING, TIME & SPACE ARE NOW #TRIGGERED
Once I go into the routine and get from the First Cause to the Final End of the infinite singularity
I am the one I had been waiting for to be here with you to say what I say, it is exactly as heard
Now and then, things themselves present this philosophy but it's ignored due to it's invisibility
Love and the lack of this One's cause of the Many is what this reality's appearance is, for a herd.

Of mice and the all too human random hodge-podge of burned out, cosmic, solar dust of a Void
You are what it is, that's no mystery unless you deny the Truth, what it is to be you, an android
Free Will in your imagination's world above and below the ground of your being, cut a pretense
As comedy in this tragedy, I can't both be happy forever & know that I'm gonna die, nonsense.

A beyond Time's royal scam accidents there is Nothing to appear in your face or in Self-examin'
Think of what it's like to be ashes in an urn or inside a pine box's dead body underground worm
It is improbable but not impossible to formulate a rational, deductive or inductive argument sin
To justify One, original one in a paradise place that never was, Matter of Adam eats Eve's Form.

Necessary condition to question authority is to know that knowledge is impossible for the Dick
A person who had no idea that they have blind faith in a pretend fact, factoid of the apparatchik
Reasons you're hungry, because you are... a jackhammer with a knot atop of your water melon
Reading and writing using your mother as the but of yo' mama jokes, you don't even have one.

Hammer ain't @PINK but it's as good as it's ever gonna get, there's 45's & LP's, 8traks & cassette
All of it moved on the 32 squares on the chess board, doubling up on the checkers for scapegoats
And in the End, there's rotten skin & organs, crumbled & crushed into smithereens, totesmcgoats
Godfather seed recycling, to search for miraculous conception, an #Illegitimate division, All of It.

Now I see what you mean when you say #WatchYourStep, One misstep could blow your toupee
Hey gang, I can't do anything but pray to invisible powers that ain't blinded tryin' to join #Bloods
It's OK just to be one of many, crawling, hopping, galloping, #TooLegitTooQuit, #HeyWTFDISay?
Animated & annhilated, doublin' up on the marvelous syncopation, I'm One harbinger, God's.

 

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r j j  stephan, i
c.  Thursday, June 17th, 2021 A.D. @ 10:33 AMPST
{ Spinnin' a hulahoop of #TooLegitToQuit @MCHammer link @ https://youtu.be/HFCv86Olk8E }
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#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 }

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