#RIP @CharlieWatts you mother's inseminator! #MyLipsToGodsEars #FlyBaby #TakeOneMoreHit

OBVIOUSLY YOU MISUNDERSTOOD SOMETHING I SAID, DIE ALONE, WATTS OUT!

Smoked the whole enchilada at the picnic and it wasn't long before it was so long gone, magic

Music and pleasure of the emotions popping up out of your skin and bones, it's CoVid19 virus sick

Everybody dies even if you don't catch the flu, with or without a vaccination of your soul's armpit

Your will & desire have absolutely nothing to do with the existence of this planet's elliptical orbit.

In or out of the trouble inside the corridor to the core of spirits' Constant, a simple mind, so basic

In and out of the places in Space we're allowed to squeeze into an orange peel with a lime twist

Common sense & rational thought merge into a philosophy of darkness in the middle of gittin' lit

It sounds better than sour notes played in perpetuity, to be or not to be husbands & wives, schit.

Pity for the poor & unfortunate 'cause their naivety insures they'll miss out on the guilty pleasures

The seven seas are murky but haven't always been that way, only after the deaths of all creatures

Water of life with an aversion to the deterioration of DNA and it's product, forms of self-worth?

Live and death's living balls of protoplasm, ova & gamete protozoa, all of it's a miraculous birth.

Morphing your invisible soul which qualifies it to be a cool chimera of our imaginary log rhythms

As a thing itself, this man or that woman, now or later and in retrospect, all for One & One for all

Beatin' on drums and cymbals can be done for a long time, once you're in, you get hip to the 88's

Frequency and wavelength of the energy comes out of nowhere then vanishes into a Void's fate.

In and out of the ears and the hamburger shop, it's all for the good of the Earth's spook tooth

Meaning of the spirits deep inside the night, where they stay because they lost all of baby Ruth

It's a matter of don't ask & don't tell but if the question's about form, the answer's clearly a gun

End game surprise waiting for all of the ones who lived life, like you & I, get ready for some fun.

Mercy for the hopes of the faithful who love even the most despicable among the species' ilk

Because of a mental inferiority, the morons & idiots are allowed to be as they got drunk on milk

In schools, penitentiaries and universities, the young are taught to be old and pretend to be wise

Harder than it appears to be, puttin' on a ruse 24/7 & for everyone except yourself, soul's on ice.

Your music plays before and after life and you don't have to be present to hear honey drippin' on

The timeline that loves honey will remain the chosen until the end of days, after all tea is drunk

China to Panama, jungles to Earth microbes to large mammals and fauna Mars would die for

You tattooed a naked ape & got the brand all monkeys crave, can't get satisfaction, love's sunk.

Call 911 or you'll get the operator that lives inside of your receiver, not really but I kinda like it

Glory given afterlife just because you got the chance to use the philosophy of #FlippinTheSwitch

Ready to go now or any time between burnin' pits of domestic hell, goin' all Capone on a luddite

Patched up bloody wounds, scars wouldn't return, all that's left was crocks of rolling stone shyte.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, August 24th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 4:44 PMPST

{ Drafted while listenin' to @RollingStones @StLouisMo 1997 #BridgesToBabylon tour link @ https://youtu.be/gwA4B9pDySU CD link  @ https://youtu.be/dbm1dWfZej8 }

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#ShamanShakeOUt @Carlos_Santana @Robin_Trower

@SANTANA #SANTANA 

WAFFLES SCREAMING FOR A ROLLIN' OF THE DIE, CRAPS

Let's roll the bones in the middle of a wetdream, awaken & die & you're gone for good

Not because you wanted to stay away forever, immaculately conceived, got an angel laid

Never had a taste of One's seed within or without a matrix, a Savior left in a Void mood

Function of the big guns and the holy hood's bums and junkies, blow one another away.

There's a hole in the sky that appears between us and the empty Void of Space balls

Punks and junkies are all bums who have lost their way, the trail ended at Niagra Falls

Jumped into the mixture of Time menudo without a lifesaver, couldn't dive or swim

My food and shelter take precedence to being on the same page with the sublime.

Though it's on my mind, corpus callosum has split my personality, I am now good & bad

Not the evil kind of bad but the good kind of evil everybody wants to be close to, so sad

Not because of what you think but because you take my breath away from me, the Kid

Bunk and funk to the rhythm of the beat, evolved from the cream of the crop into an Id.

I kissed people I never should have kissed and I didn't kiss some that I should have, not my fault

I was just a guy who didn't know I didn't see reality clearly, didn't see the ladies staring at my . . .

Perfectly fine with me but life may have taken a different turn somewhere along the middle way

Skimpy ensembles hangin' up on the closet's hangars, mental case puts all of them on, every day.

A lady of the night lookin' for the three stooges and their millions of children, fathered in heaven

You must be kidding me, you're not serious about anything important, an apolitical conundrum

Flights in thin air of dreamy, subsonic, superimposed  babies' faces that are all dead, former Ids

Simple RNA of CoVid19 gave bats the keys & rights to the Truth, six senses' of a bored God's kids.

At first I wasn't thinking at all, to my surprise I found it intriguing, to think & then talk out loud

Understanding the incomprehensible is one reason to simply give it all up to the blinded faith

Follow the apostolic follower path, watching the leader die as you will, leaving without a trace

You'll know you're dead if you can't think any longer, you'll be aware of Nothing, a boy so proud.

Mary was someone's sister, cousin and grandmother too, she immaculately received disgust

Meaning the ecstatic effulgence from the male of the species Homo, ejects in spurting jazz

Inside of the holy seplechure womb, all of it is right there, A to Z, the whole shebang's jizz

Premium solution sharing is a forbidden delusion, many of many  are not the God of us.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, August 22nd, 2021 Anno Domini

{ Drafted while listenin' to @StevieRayVaughan #BestOf on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/iplldW4OvKs }

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#ThisIsTheOtherSide #NonsenseIncense #UncommonAngst

SNAKE EYED BLUES?  ANGST ISOLATED IN GASLIT HIBERNATION

You know a little about what's goin' on here, rubber blues don't ask me to wet dream

To be awake while you're asleep is a dream come true, midsummer vacation's scream

Diving into the lake & swimming underneath the cream of the crop, broken mirror Ra

Either from an eternal slumber or a sojourn with the Gotham of Sodom's hot Gamora.

Funk began the journey from blown smithereens to calm sea and sandy, calm shores

Of the mice and men who swallowed the Tsunami and the Hurricane, Earth's in a fizzle

Functions of the value system to survive the Big Bang and a simple human's drawers

Of dressers and closets where the humanity and divinity pretend to hide occult drizzle.

Pure joy and the thrill of becoming happy to just breathe in & out, freedom bein' alive

Heartbeatin' the happiness on drums of dead animal skin, blowin' hot air in holy tubes

Funk from father above and the mother inseminators below the ionosphere's high dive

From absolute, total emptiness comes anti-matter, atomic Hydrogen & all alone rubes.

I had a Novena and a Benediction during my Confession before Communion, jump back

To or fro, beyond a pale of piles of nails ready to pound wood or sand, pickup the slack

A hammer with a hard head and a sharp claw, rippin' skippy in a dinosaur ghetto slum

Heavy, fully metal jackets in command, paper tiger, invader codes of a junky & a bum.

Apostles following the lead of the miracle worker who defies a natural order of Things

Causes and effects being no more nor less than all there is, First One then many, I sing

From mountaintops or on the stage production for throngs of fans who keep the flame

Lit fire for the warmth of blood and bones that defy frozen tundra & death's end game.

What I know you don't know and I can't prove my knowledge is both Wisdom & Truth

Evil and the Good, backward spelling  an accident or not, to Live to be Evil, I forsoothe

I am not the friend or enemy of the multiplicity, I'm just all there is minus you & yours

Whatever a thing itself is, it's what I am, I AM, all of me chewed-up, RA's #Woke tooth.

Bringing it on down, bringing it back to the beginning, the get go, where I'm what'll sing

Funky tickling 88's, poundin' bongos or congas, tales of eatin' it all, a dirty ball of seeds.

Alive or dead, raw or boiled, jam barbequed as we'll all be eventually, single supernova

I peaked ahead of my time & I saw what I won't be present for, a Singularity Love, uh...

Gods in a division of power from the apex to the foundation, collapsible or uncrushable

Ends justified all of the means necessary to continue survival in a hostile environmental

Space & Time immovable, like an Unmoved Mover asleep, up on top of a funeral pyre

All gone but the light in the third eye that sees nothing & all as One tokin' to git higher.

Sorrow is only the little baby infant that your mama didn't hold to her breast 24/7 son

It's the plan that's got nothing to do with wanting what you & I want to avoid sunburn

Think how it'd be to be alive, all alone on another planet with nobody else, Jupiter dirt

Or even further than that, Uranus, Neptune or Pluto, don't forget about Mars & Saturn.

Bytes closer to home, hot licks from Mercury's Venus, too hot to trot, nothing animates

To move from one place in space to another requires locomotion, Earth's got it, this's It

Looked for good, bad, the ugly & after a hundred years, I'll die married to blues outrage

Praise the overlord for dreaming, senseless 6th senses, disregard my chimpanzee cage!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, August XXIst, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 09:11 hours Ante Meridien

{ Played out on the wide-screen's treble clefs just to get the bass' backbeat keepin' #TheStruggle in paradise alive, while jammin' #TheDrip to #VietNamWarRockedJam on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/vUQIGeOp1bg }

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