@TheRollingStones 1 @LosLonelyBoys #BuyHerSomeDrinks @RunawayJune #LOWrider @WARtheBand #RobustBlunderbust

YOU'RE RIGHT TO SAY IT YET I DON'T BELIEVE 'IT'
All too common humanity coming apart at the seams, lettin' me become the iconic MRI mind design
Filling up all of the holes in the arguments I can discover in the lexicon, both on line & in a bibliotek
Writing may not have been inside of a cave wall but the meaning of the unknown is clearly apparent
Look up at night when the clouds don't interfere with your vision to see for miles and miles, godsent.

What in the bottom of the Earth's hot core are you positing, cro-magnon & neanderthal were #aliens
Disturbing to find out that there was no Adamic malfunction of the Will to Power or Eve's mortal sins
Compared to this & that of the normal, a day's frequency & wavelength of light & sound, now ending
End your surname with a vowel or a consonant will signify you're ancestry, the DNA gene pool O-ring.

Without history, I begin again but with the identical causes preceding the identical effects undercover
Never upset the apple cart, never pick the first apple, never admit your #FakeGuilt to a sheriff or her
Either way you lose since you just wanted to satisfy an ego like we all do, a Santa Barbara original sin
In regular or irregular beats of the heart, the ending is always the same, a cardiac arrests the attention.

Milkin' mother's breasts until the formula is reproduced by Nothing in Mother Nature other than DNA
Pure essence of nucleic acid freezing in the arteries and veins, up and down flow into & outta the heart
Red or purple as long as it's not black and blue, that is the healthy color of burning Love, stare at a Bay
When old sol sets, it's only our own movement on the ground that changes the vision, Sun's God's fart.

I am the only one that will die when it's time for me to end the cause & effect relation to waking sleep
In the dreams & out of the night's mares, I shuffled Harlem to Watts & up to Wenatchee forest's keep
Rode a pony ghost from camp to camp, unseen, fearless pioneer cowboys of a post revolution breath
Monkey's shining from gluteus maxiumus to the thin lips of disguised, tooth decay, not food at death.

Bury 'em deep in a hole, six feet or more under the grass and granite above, waiting for rain to dance
Allowing all living to see the ending before it's over, pay attention to the ritual, the holy roll reverence
For one who's all gone as well as acknowledging Blind Faith myths, a narrow gangway to the unknown
It's a fungible token, symbolic pointlessness to the DNA movin' into SuperNova mode, apes in a gown.

Bums & junkies grow from babies gone to school to learn ABC's & how to dissect arguments for Truth
History, geography, science, math give the awareness that you're not Food for the Agriculture's tooth
From microscopic understanding a blind faith overcomes it all with the personal fear of dying, forever
Happiness is rolling stones singing songs & other rolling stones joining in, such a cost of long, red hair.

Of pirates with long hair. they will move on to all of the seven seas because land lubbers, it can't move
Staying in the same spot because they either own it or were allotted it by the Organization of a groove
This made in vinyl, gold and platinum for the sake of the almighty dollar, $$ cash is king, queens know
All there is left is the record of the past, seen in the future by those in the present presence, just blow!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Lundi, June 28th, 2021 A.D. @ 10:10 AMPST
{  Jammed while listenin' to @TheRollingStones link @ https://youtu.be/kfORcR2VSbc }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#EasyLikeSundayMorning #SureSoundsFunny #ImEasy @CHICAGOtheBAND

 

GODGHOSTS RODE ROAD CA 49 TO SR193, I'M CRYIN'
They didn't want to, they had to, to ride or not to ride on 2 wheels, a '70 mopar coffin cupcake
Even if you're the world's best rider on a Harley, an Indian or a BMW, you could lay it on down
When you least expect it, someone pulls out and cuts you off like you're not even there apeman
It's over when it's over but you never expect the next scoot to be your last, in or outta the Fubar.

Function of the calculus is to figure the relationship between me and the unknown All, the holy
Inside of my own mind, in my own head and not outside of my 208 bones, I'm the One & Only
Judgement calls are the gist of the existence, how to adapt & survive on a hostile planet of mugs
Wheels in the black space way above the Sirius clouds of unknowing, a spastic DNA flies on rugs.

Magic carpet rides ensue for as long as the insurance doesn't run out, some people die on the rug
Last wishes for some humans is to fall to one's ultimate extinction of consciousness, gone to sleep
When you're not conscious you cannot feel pain and suffering, only if the brain works, connected
But in a collision with the ground of being, descending at 32 feet per sec/sec, not to be, undead.

I loved that & you loved that, we all loved that thing, you know the thing itself, come on, aw hell
From One cell, from a God, our nuclear familia spurts from a Big Bang's DNA, rung freedom's bell
Unconscious sleeper, lying down and still alive in a coma without any doctor, nurse's MASH crew
Assimilation of the idiot with the genius and you produce Adam & Eve out of a Void, cosmic stew.

Histrionics aside, I've got to catch a few waves at Malibu in the AM, be up around 5 past amiga
Can't get the surf up until the dawn breaks or the sunset flakes, either way, in a state of OJ juice
Gods underwater life can't be seen from the surface, it's too deep for the philosophy of dementia
Forgot about the subjects & predicates that were passive/aggressive given assumptions, get loose.

Two wheels, 1200 cc's, full tank of petrol & my saddle full of me, myself & I ready to ride, to fly
Up to the top of the mountains of Sierra and back down to The Valley of fruit & nuts, for to die
The doctors say I should've become extinct before now, yet I've encroached upon gold, it's done
For lead to paradise turns to gold, a fly on the wall knows, God's ghosts' summer wind's all gone.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, June 27th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 2:47 PMPST
{  Surf-jammin' to #BestOfOldiesButGoodiesClassicCollection @ https://youtu.be/naqqtuhHAyg }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#CONTENTSlove

#HeresLookinAtYou #DeepDarkLight

<3 DIMANCHE <3

SEVENTEEN PURPLE TULIPS IN A PARALLAX VERSE

From the heads to the feet, up and down the escalator to and from the stars above, a bent End
It's what I see & I'm blinded by the ultraviolet light not to mention the irritating sea of infrared
In any case actually in every single case without exceptions, y'all are already fried, way too high
It's not what I want as a person, in a place, messing with things other than me, cheese-apple pie.

Desire of the rocks underground and the empty skies above Ma Earth, absolute zero negativeness
Cancelling culture warriors who cringe & run to mama when the battle's afoot, smoked potheads
If you get what you want, it's what you needed to do while you were present, stay out the beds
Lying down or lying about the Truth, as it is, as it should be and always was, God almighty, Elvis!

Been up and down in the elevator, caught my foot in the door, broke my foot, my ankle smashed
Uncle James, sponsor of my confirmation in the Pope's school of my Pops, my daddio, my pal AL
Called me out from the bottom of the barrel where the rats lie & drink grapes without the wrath
Monkeys seeing whatever monkeys do and repeating the motion, ad infinitum, until death's bath.

Ones leftover who remain alive once your bucket's kicked will weep, rejoice & be happy far away
More than kilometers & parsecs to the Origin of animated atoms, cold souls of Cesarean mayday
Monkey business of the elite apes passing down the gold to leftover cyber punks without a clue
Ignorant and in full bliss mode, the monkeys fill in the blanks with fodder of their Mother's stew.

Now and then you're going to stop and smell the roses before they die and become aster dusted
A conglomerate of historical mayhem, atomic fission & fusion both below and above it all, busted
Jump over the hurdle, fall into the empty hole that you're in charge of, it's your hole, it's your fall
Bottomless pit below and above us, you & I will never cease falling down below, never stop, Y'all!

Huge wanderlust going down inside of the skull, contained but in dire straits of breaking the bind
A memory of what used to be and what it is not now, pushed the envelope to be opened to find
Empty promises of disappearing words, deaf to the sounds of guttural regurgitation, quiet Ones
There's no other left, words unspoken, unwritten, unread, unknown to the gods or my only sons.

Bears move in and out of the picnic grounds before the rats and squirrels get the word out, Lunch
Crumbs dropped from the lips of the mouth-breathers whose noses are stuck up & stuffed up too
Can't breathe, can't sniff or huff or get a scent of the matter, world dire straits don't confront me
Comin' in hot for a landing on the short runway of the carrier, I'm down, I'm One again, I am Out!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, June 27th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 5:55 AMPST
{ Drafted in a liquid state, in a solid state of hoping & a gaseous state of California while jammin' to @TheSylistics #HITS #StoneLoveWithYou link @ https://youtu.be/XMAL-TRMZnE }
 

FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
   
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