#Genii #Genius #Geneless #Gina #TheSnake @KennyChesney @EricChurch @StrayCats @ChristinaAguellera #KnowingChit #NewRadicals

PABLO'S FUNK HIT THE 4 WALLS, NO OFFENSE, NONE TAKEN*
As one foot gets planted directly in front or behind the other, you advance in Dixie rhyme
To or from the target, a bull's eye of your visionary destination, in or out of sublime Time
Space is what you can't get away from since you're always in it, alive or dead in deep Space
First to last gasp of oxygen, nitrogen, hydrogen and krypton atoms from a dot Matrix' face.

Mothers of the suckers who are born every minute, you and I know it's true, we're the Sun
Of the men and rats who ruled the world of holy ground, a dead star coined, gated & pearly
Yet it's not what it seems, it's not what I've ascertained, everything's wonderful, a liar's holy
One or Many are one & the same, like drops of H2O pooling in divine original sins, it is done.

Body of work, painted canvas or scribbled tree pulp combine into the sweet soul funeral pyre
Buried deep in the psyche with the beating drums and chanting while dancing around hot fire
Nobody gets out of this life alive, not even the gods who have come and gone, gods are dead
There was One & it broke into Many pieces of skin and bone, alone, all alone, all in your head!

Antarctica, Europe, Africa, Asia & the Americas, Australia all Earth left to freezin for no reason
The sun, our star is a mere 93 million miles away burning Hydrogen like there's no tomorrow
For someone, someday in the future there will be no tomorrow for them, it'll come to blows
There's no free will of the mentally ill, the ilk of humanity, philosopher kings to God's hobos.

Malfunction of the cosmic rhythm which is a series of random collisions of H2O atomic matter
Making this reality that is formed in a non-material, yet present mind, thoughtful mad hatter
Neither of us, any of us on the planet's ground, black, red or gold in the dirt, salt in the 7 seas
None of the living, the dead or yet to become conceived in wombs, nobody'll get out for free.

Prices are high when everyone has the gold, when the gold is gone prices come down, history
You cannot make this short story up or stretch it into a novella or an epic, dramatic #Talkie film
This is it, you wish you were in Dixie left to live, die & forget about it, it's over when it's over
Done had fun, pleasure and pain in the air, on the land and over seven seas' imaginary lover.

Now, the ends of Time, sitting on a bench, looking out for nobody but me & my baby monkey
He runs the show when I grind the organ and play the Italian folk music, monkey's got beats
Dancin' he'll do with or without anyone watching, I believe he's just trying to figure it all out
Why's he waiting for me to give him food and a place to sleep, neat & clean, like a boy scout?

Matter and energy concerned the gods who came before the Words were written in for a son
On walls of caves now underneath 7 seas, there's evidence of life afore my mama's invention
Of the mothers and fathers who came before us and who will be conceived in Time, so sorry!
Intent to be happy didn't work out for everyone, DNA defect is self-destruction, I'll be happy.

Care a lot less when you're breath is strangled from your windpipe, to smoke or to choke it
Burning wood, burning leaf, burning skin, bone & the holy soul, from Pope to pauper's of Id
Reverse engineer this present to the essence of the past, all for future referenced dialogue
Between the ignorant and the enlightened is a gulf no more than a millimeter, idiots' vogue.

Front door of my bungalow is never opened for anyone at anytime for any reason at all, et als
There is no mistake that living in a compound that's impenetrable by the good and ugly balls
Survival of the fittest, the luckiest and the most vigilant to the various carriers of dark doom
Meaning the End of your heart's beating because that's all it is man, bombs drop & go boom.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, July XXVth, MMXXI Anno Domini  * @PabloPicassoWomanPaintHeader
{ Dropped a dime on y'all's blue jeans, while listenin' to @Kenny_Chesney #SheThinksMyTractorsSexy link @ https://youtu.be/uWu4aynBK7E & @Eric_Church #Springsteen & #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/toswACjpvTs }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#The24th Jew Lye Two Four #SpellOnMeStoneHeart @SANTANAconcertFREE

SKIP A ROPE, RED STONE WISDOM, FIRE MOUNTAIN'S DOUBLE DUTCH
You won't see anything or anyone coming since you've been blinded by the sky's lights
From inside the core of your planet or the core of Mars, the god of War, meaning fights
It's not for me to think or say but I'm thinkin' I'm sayin' it anyways, there is no creator
This old rock and roll cosmos has always been here and there, you will roll to the shores.

What can you say to the homeboys and girls who used to look right through your two faces
Between your ears is where this whole world happens but without you & your skull's races
Skin colored in One's darkness where everything's a different shade of black, wild card of Her
Cold and stiff like the wasted bones of your mother and father who had no sister or brother.

Sounds of Jack's liquid kryptonite down in my throat and I always thought I was the GOAT E
A black label put a bomb of TNT for me in the middle of the night for the love of the mighty
Moe or Curly or even old goofy Larry, all of the stooges are present for the now & the then
Always in every way down with the fools who are sorry for being alive, lucky they got herein.

Ripped by daggers and rounds of M-16s, lost my hands on the 4th of July, two or t'ree M-80's
Dreams were over in 'bout 4 seconds, no hands left to make anything work, I point bone wrist
Foolish funk brothers of the Superior Roaches playin' the Four Corners and Kick the Can of tin
Catholics busy with days and nights, celebrate the past, enter the unknown future, eyes open.

Punks around my house in the alleys all around the square blocks of cement, plastic & wood
Back & forth to school, to play, to work, just living day to day for the nights & weekend, I hurt
Drunk or high, teetotaler & wine drinkin' priest of J.C. the living deadman, saved in the hood
Allowing the being to move away from my presence, four wheel drove up the mountain dirt.

Plans change because the variables vary from being possible to impossible, at least all F'd up
In every case, even without me to observe consequences, life will end, preacher's pass a cup
It's all goin' down right in front of your open face sandwich, hunger and thirst fired up a tool
Hammered Jack down 'tween Life & Death, a wasteland happened, country music Jesus' fool!

Philosopher's stone in the cowboy's holster down under his six gun, don't turn around quick
It's nothing personal but there's a flinchin' goin' on 'cause, it's the Way It Goes, One rock dick
Everything is either Pain and Suffering or Pleasure, it's your call, a matter of mind over hoods
All of them, from rocks that collided with the stones to the Bible's belt, cuttin' off the bloods.

Breathless & rigor mortis on my mind, a buzzin' in my mind's eye, in my corpus callesum's hex
Fried the eggs, all unborn yet conceived consciousness in a mass of DNA, viral CoVid19 infects
Over easy or scrambled in the plate or on my mind, where causes bite variable, loaded effects
Chewed up & swallowed & digested untie the fool's gold shines in the creep's atmospheric sex.

Almighty commands from ancient, ignorant inhabitants of caves underground, blind peepers
Wearing suits, ties, uniforms, bluejeans, T-shirts, hoodies, NIKE's, KED's or CON's, Word's Ball
Jump high, run fast, play games with balls, bats, hoops & low nets, high goals, dream creepers
Which numskull could've thought, First Cause, Origin of Things never happened, 'X', that's all?

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Samedhi, July 24th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 08:15 hours
{ #ReadyToRock #ReadyToRollPhilosopherStones ...drafted while listenin' to #Devadip @CarlosSANTANA #GreatestHitsCollection link @ https://youtu.be/mQCqwZcTUvQ?t=2 }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#FireStarterHomelessGerkoffs #LawsBrokePeopleMindBroke #RoadToPerdition #HomelessHomers

#REDSTONE, SLIPPED A MICKEY TO ME, THE KID'S STONE EXISTS TO WHINE
I will rock you inside of the atomic unit you think is you, what the pope did
Symptoms of the unknown misrepresent the sirens waking up the tented
In squalor underneath freeways, next to railroad tracks, fool philosophers
Spend the time you have here and now with a point in the hot air, a curse.

What it is exactly is that when your bones break, you're finished, it is done
There's no above or below this Space all around the planet, nothing's close
Planets, the sun & other stars & galaxies full of systems, Giants & Dwarves
Bring on the fiercest warriors of mankind from the history, livin' Cherokee.

You examine & analyze the words about people, places & things for kicks
Then with that conclusive data deduced, you animate your atrophied licks
On your guard for the Guardians who used to be the indians, SWAGs blue
For a new team, all new logos will sell millions of $$ of merchandise too.

Chief Yahoo cannot be on your mind any longer, teach children to be dead
There's no other choice, it could be worse, one never knows leather & lace
Molded into a form of matter intended to be an adaption to empty Space
Vaccinate your brain, your mind & die eventually 'fore we're one hundred.

To atone when you're at one with yourself is pointless, the self is all of it
No more nor less than everything in the cosmos is under One's control fit
Public and private makes no distinction between first come or first serve
At the end of the line, broke nest egg aborted the zygote & Rosie's nerve!

SEAGULLS crash in your face when you're in an amusement adventureland
Smackin' the freaks in the mouth and swellin' their lips to look like a clown
Winding the gist of the story up, a long story short, wish I was in Dixieland
Where the southern comfort comes in magic lamp bottles, a gettin' down.

Miserable excuse for living long lives is no excuse at all, it's a divine reward
For being a good creation but one that had no choice but to be a naturalist
It's either here on this planet's surface, underwater in the mud or hot gas
Helium & Hydrogen beginning the sons of bitches, all of us, daughters too.

News is old before you know it and then there's more news getting old
From smart to idiotic, the whole  humanity seeks refuge of a scoundrel
Apes and the humans who came out of nowhere from somebody's wife
A given premise is that everyone who breaks any law gets prison for life.

Knowing the law will not prevent it's being broken, bad humans run creed
Challenge to a duel, a gunfight, a mano a mano, bring it on home, let's ride
After you lose, your silence will shout "Word," philosopher's stone, I lied
Candy & fake whining will bring you a pig in a poke & the need to speed.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Vendredi, July 23rd, 2021 Anno Domini @ 3:33 PMPST
{ Drafted while listenin' to: "The Five Root Races of Mankind" By Rudolf Steiner link @  https://youtu.be/uZ6ygwavlHY }
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W.W.A.R.D.?