#YesterdayTodayWasTomorrow & #TodayWillBeTodayForeverYesterday

GOOD TIMES, BITTER ENDS & SHREDDED BACKBEAT BLOWS

Caulk California's joints & seams, patchin' up a bad company of girls, merry-go-round be a punk

Pyramids way up with empty silos left behind by the farms' forms of accumulated odors of funk

Just because you thought you were prettier than the average piece of 208 bone meat on a tin soul

Bung and bunk from the center of the groove, good and bad never ugly like the Hollywood bowl.

Spittin' the rocks from mountaintops blown out by the uncontained smokin' burn of high dam gods

No names other than WTF & OMG, there is no trinity of trois because it's only one way, it's all mine

On the rhythm's timing or the bass' thumpin' slam of a beat, inside and outside of my ruby red wine

Spooks of the creeps & lovers of queens' daughters who sleep battin' eyes wide-open, cosmic nimrods.

I'm giving It up, the ghost is all I have, rockin' steady in beats of lovin' sounds in cosmic, bad fairy dust

Subatomic & macrouniversal as it's always been since a murder of my sister, brother, ma & pop's blow

He upset me and I was wanting to stop the pain of disappointment, impossible wetdream of wanderlust

To be or not to be loud and vicious as the animals and plants on Earth, not just a fool's, random Rando.

Being the first and coming in last are all things to all of the universe's beaten up super power's Id

Just energy and then a vacuum cleaner of the whole enchilada, the shebang reduced to the CoVid

Monkeys never knew & they didn't say a thing when they left us here alone without skeleton keys

Smiling as the death comes deep into your mind, away from your lovin' fun, say thank you please.

Jumped over the fence and although I knew which way was up, it went down anyway, to The End

Of the humans & the vermin which came to move the virus and bacteria in acid cells, all got bent

Danced around sparks of the thunder and lightening, pretending that would quell their fool's fear

Barrels & kegs full of the wine and beer doing what's been done, fast-tracts of tears' beds over here.

Broken down fans can't blow me down any longer, reverse engineered for blow back gone down

All over again as if it's never been done before, ad infinitum and so on and so forth, job is blown

Mama and pops did their job gettin' my feet down here back on the ground, almost lost my mind

Still here though, can't keep a good man down or teach an old dog encounters of a one third kind.

Clappin' hands, stompin' feet leading to the dance with the gods and the wolves, fishin' pond scum

Paramecium and Euglena propagating the inner sanctum beneath the skinny bones' holy cell marrow

All over it & underground as long as it took to become invisible with superpower nobody could blow

Extra credit for all problems solved for inferior superiors, A plus 100 percentile, all-God dad-dumb.

Got up to get down & now happiness is lookin' in, down with it like it was turned into Ed or ol' Flo

Dream inside of my head's dreamin' of things that ain't ever gonna happen over here on the bay's dock

It's nothing personal, just a matter of Time right here baby, Space infancy, a Divine counter conspiracy

Professor shorthair blowin' air through tubes, pluckin' goat tendons, beatin' metal from specks of Rock.

I'm fixin' to thank y'all for your hospitality, movin' on to a bitter end checkout desk, funky Auburn dam

You can't follow me & that's no big thing, nobody gets in my groove, doowoppin' with Yosemite iSlam

Check in with your confidence, it'll come & go, ready for love or not, minideath created my hotty Fears

Good, Evil & Hollywood's starlight-grease & high-grime recycled, superBuds Kryptonite & cold beers.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, August 25th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 1:11 PMPST

{ Jammed out of nowhere while listenin' to @BadCompany #RockSteady, #DontLetMeDown & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rClS2ANayh8 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?