@CarlosSANTANA @EricChurch #ProductionOfNothingYieldsNothingAtAllEtAl #DOUBLEshotsDoublebarrel @EricChurch & @JackDaniels #JoDeeMessina @MorganWallen

#SHOTS?

CARAVAN INFINITY'S DESTINATION, MIDDLE OF NOWHERE'S GODS OF THE VOID
Looking outside of your body's bones and your neighbors' caves & encampments of a junky
Where the junk is actually manufactured and allowed by the powers that be you, that be me
Monkeys should not be allowed to govern the apedom yet here we are, a product of shines
Monks are close to the monkeys and with or without them, we'll live and die by signal signs.

Been up and down the road with the tents and lean-to V's where the homeless slept & shat
Before the flood of the railroad tracks, the fire department snorkled it all down for backhoes
Then there was light along the watchtower again, no more rats and roaches to crawl out/in
But where they went as they scattered away with bags & backpacks full of mementos of sin.

The mortal and the venial and the original allow nobody any gracious indulgence to be free
No liberty for the citizens of any twenty first set of a hundred years after God got killed, see
Easy as hell to find & then believe & then know the Truth about the nature of all COVid shots
All too human, a woman makes more incubate and become what you see, it's what you gots!

In this left over industrial disease history of civilization, opened wide waiting for the force feed
Milk and water, pablum of grain and fruit to open the way to a Jackpot of pleasure & pain seed
All you get for the trip you've undertaken from one conception through Deception's divine form
Ending bitter yet inevitable, you may have been deceived for decades but it ends, it don't matter.

Stay with me here and now, the cosmos is empty without all of us, teach the children to be aware
Of mice & humans, Nothingness runs the holes & the holy, it's an ancient game of love over here
In the middle of nowhere, misfortune are after effects of this accidental purpose, to live & let go
After last breaths of LIFE suck into our lungs, last gasp, eyes bulge, lips agape, #GoWithTheFlow!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  July 21st, 2021 Anno Domini @ 4:44 AMPST

  ( #HappyFortySeven #47 @JimiBSteppin #2son, OM 7/21/1974 }
{ Drafted on James' 47th birthday, today in 1974, I was fighting for your freedom in South Korea for a year in the Air Force so you could be born & raised in #CHICAGO KINship & while listenin' to @CarlosSantana #Caravanserai on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/QS67o4npBuE }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#HadThisCakeAndAteItToo

<3

#GritTruth #GrafterOnTheGrift

PILES OF RAT'S ROCKS ON TRIAL, A ROACH'S GUILTY PLEASURES
Treating the streets' tricks like they're normal & consequential, as if
They really are abnormal & inconsequential, yeah, you get the drift
Snorting your inferior nasal conchae down deep in both of lungs' pits
Nothing left like the moment of one's last breath, a moron's idiot fits.

There's an agreement between the twins, it's a sacred star birth thing
Where the Earth was in it's orbit 'round the sun, it's cosmic orientation
Inside and outside of Earth's atmosphere, there's nothing at all, it's a sin
That you were taught to believe, blindly that the Truth was known by kin.

When they knew nothing, I asked them & they told me, nothing's no thing
I continued with questions until there was nothing left but eyes blank look
Like somebody's brain cut the power off and there was a rattle and a sting
From love, birds & bees, it was all One #1 hit, 1/2 timed concerto, I shook.

I stuck the matter where the sun didn't shine, black hole-like, lost forever
Then the energy burst into an atomic fission and fusion of Ammonia & acid
Like being on Venus, Mercury or Saturnal moon, no need for more for play
Exit mamas & papas, female ovaries atrophied, cemetery buried the DNA.

You know it isn't going to last more than a hundred years, life's too short
Yet, it's better than never being alive at all, it's a trip you've got to admit
No other way to express this trip, you end up alone at the end, it's all over
Before you blow your mind, take a CBD chill gummi & blow a blunt lover.

According to the movies, there's ending and then there's original tragedy
Brought into the world in ignorance and naivety, a complete, utter comedy
Self-imposed and at the mercy of the powers imagined to be beyond limits
Of rats & roaches all rockin' the dirt, a guilty pleasure of human trash pits.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, July XXth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 5:00 somewhere
{  Drafted while listenin' to @CamilaCabello #Havana ft. @YoungThug on youTube link @ https://t.co/5QDl9g4eTE?amp=1 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.? 

@AlvinAndTheChimunks @Aerosmith #RunDMC @ACDC #UncleKracker & a plethora of music bards!

 

CAREER ENDING FORM OF THE INVISIBLE MATTER, ACCIDENTS ARE IMPOSSIBLE
In the absolute center of everything exploded out of the Big Banger, there I am too
With or without you yet present in the presence where Earth psychology of a tomb
Deep space all around, above and below this hot mud full of the fairy's tales of a tot
Monsters and just regular ancestors who are about 50 or 60 generations, great scott.

Into the futility too deep to return it to me, I digress into the category of neighborhood
Nature of reality, why it matters that you know what it is before you die in cold blood
Maybe while you're awake otherwise you'll forget if it's when you sleep, Truth spoon
Smooth as honed steel or spun silk, a flight of winged plastic take Alice to the moon.

You will be bent if you don't get bent as suggested by being all too humanly sent about
Filling your mind with the pain, the suffering, the pleasure and enjoyment of my clout
To be or not to be myself & have no control over anyone but myself, neither any good
I am the only one who will die when it's time for me to die, you too, you're dead blood.

Lame punks and poison ingestion in mind and body leads to the extinction of species
Mark the target in the middle of the bullseye, circles around the invisible point tease
As if anyone has a skill to supernova our sun or create an atmosphere around a rhyme
Follow me home, you become alive, nurture and unto decline, vanish from SpaceTime.

Here's a perfect variant, everybody will die before they are 100 years old, no exception
Quite frankly, I want to say that officially, you don't know like I know, the mortality sin
Dow's up and down for either a predictable or unpredictable reason, like a clown's face
Love and water evaporate into Space, Fire won't burn dirt, Air is over and out in Space.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, July 20th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AM PST
#CorporationsHateLosing #WinningIsEverything
{  Created this AM listenin' to @KennyChesney & @UncleKracker #WhenTheSunGoesDown on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/eGLdbpmXrbQ }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?