#EWandF @EarthWindAndFire #NeverForgetAboutIt #SATCH #BegunToDigAtTheFinaleOfGodsFUNK #Silence

#FAKENOOSE COUP D'ETAT, TREASON & A HOLY COWBELL

Figure eights on the thin ice before comin' down the smokestack, several categories of a preteen

Forms shaped by cultural intent in a #Tombstone, all you get is dead air & my holy, sacred sword

Who can cause the beginning of the end, the treason of your chiefs of the staff, an easy Article 15

To be or not to be the Liberty of animated souls, on Earth for brief moments of humanity's lord.

Gatekeepers of the paradise we call home have thrown away the key to the doors of perception

I am in the finale as I was at the beginning of this story, amazing light in the dark cave I am all in

Frozen stiff without any fur or hair or clothes from head to foot, no food, no fire, no ice, just me

What I am in the meaning of words is less important than being understood, to be or not to be.

Higher than stratosphere, out of lies' origin comes no cloud of unknowing, simply complex drunk

On the distilled plants of grain seed, stored for a night before the hunt, drunken hung over punk

Unhappiness until death do you part, being mean is not the modus operandi of the thing itself

In my heart, sober as the blood in the aorta, thoughtlessness in the mind of the brain, top shelf.

Moan and groan or celebrate victory with song and the feeling of ecstasy where none can ever be

Just a goal to shoot for, I'm not able to drive this way but I will, I have no vision, I'm drivin' blind

Gods go to hell in a hand basket with or without me, I ain't the One, It ain't my fault we're a paon

Among certainty of those who worship presence, I'm One and maybe the only one, sit down son!

Some words I have that mean nothing to some but will mean everything to someone, someday

Phantasm of ghosts flowing in and out of my love to let the alcohol and drugs flown into BLAM!

Of wasted days and nights misunderstood yet understood, there's a failure to communicate me

What I am is what I am as far as I know, I may have mischaracterized myself to me, I think I am.

Will to power sidelined by smokin' burned plants of the Indies & swigging fermented grains' blow

Boys live and die, forgotten like the ones who came before you, you'll be forgotten too, yo daddio

Your deadbeat folks threw you to the dogs, hungry and some even rabied, fended for your Selfies

Symbols not cymbols unclapped, just signs of the Time & Space within CoVid19 bats in the belfry.

Sunken treasure chest way down at the bottom of Davey Jones' locker, we all know where it's at

Just way down by the Earth's core, the sand is quick to be the spin of love, faith and hope to hell

It ain't all there is to it, a hundred years give or take, rewards and punishments, dingaling cowbell

Kick your Eagle's eyes into astygmatic headaches, all #Equity rises to death's deadend, the scat!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  September XVI, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 10:10 AMPST

{ Fully Vaccinated [#FV] in #September by @EarthWindAndFire link @ https://youtu.be/O9l6_1XCQ8U draftation while jammin' to #WhenTheGeneralsTalk by @MidnightOil link @ https://youtu.be/JNL3xhxGpK8, only the gods know, while injecting Venom via @ACDC atop of #TheRazorsEdge link @ https://youtu.be/l_7SxoQW11g }

FINIS    but   W.W.A.R.D.?

#ForChristmas?  etc, etc, etc...

#RIP @NormMcDonald #OldMcdonaldBoughtTheFarm #BeastVsGoddess

RETIREMENT PEDRO'S SCORE, CRACKED UP TO BE ME

All fighters, daughters' tortured sons, heaven & hell's chain of fools see Bozo's trees

Hydrogen and oxygen mixin' up with the nitrogen and too much helium in the holy sea

Men & women annointed with planetary silver & gold from holy wars, unholy thunder

Crusader rabbits and the rockin' steady #rastafarians from the above the down under.

Spending sawbucks and fins like they were goin' out of style until I got the Benjamins

Then it was the eight mile high sky that was my limit, coast to coast, CalMex, ATL/SEA

All time & the Space it's involved in being the measurement of conscious stoned breath

Forgetting & remembering before and after out birth may not be the same after death.

Thrills come & end in a hurry, age of reason to an acceptance phase of the co-existence

Transitory and a mere illusion that immortality of any THING is possible, it is nonsense

Nothing except Nothing itself lives and reproduces it's DNA in a pool of salt water fools

Far away, near another star a billion miles away, people live & die, here, now, bye bye!

Combination lock cannot be open without knowing the tweaks of the dial, left & righty

Starting and pausing at the zero, straight up and clean tumblers in the picking ala mode

Custard pie, double piece, chocolate oozing out both sides underneath whipped cream

Where's my java from the bucks or the city, make it a strong triple shot, I'm in a dream.

On a train that won't stop lest I pull the emergency chord, the brakes applied to get off

Stopped in an immaterial world lookin' for an immaterial girl, like it or not, it'll popoff

Like a cork that won't pop out my bottle's top, I'm stuck between lines, key of A, G or E

Looked away for a moment & everything changed into streams of muck headed to sea.

Drank smoke, sweated my labor, the angels all live and die in L.A. for a Nor-Cal mama

Born & bred in the second city where some seed planted roots to become intelligencia

Crazy me higher than a loose kite in the blue sky, tappin' my foot, talkin' the smack ball

Falls into place 'cause there's nowhere else to go, garden of Eden, here, now, that's all!

Virgins are fine but that means nothing to anyone outside of this planet's atmosphere

Random Randos made up the rules, callin' them facts of life, they copied dogs & cats

Herding and getting to the end of being alive without something eating your hot hair

Proof that it will be over will come when it's over, Bat Flu of COVid19, my nightmare!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, September XVth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 3:33 PMPST

{ Drafted while listenin' to @Madonna #LaIslaBonita & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/zpzdgmqIHOQ }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#StopThatSCAT or else...

 

ROLLED BONES' IN A FUNKY GROOVE, 12 SHORT SKIRTS & 3 LONG JACKETS

Formation of bare sons & daughters of gods, naked world's pieces roll up & down slippery slopes

Juggling this Italian piece of cake, way deep within the purple haze, corn pone pie down on Popes

Fix is in and the modus operandi is comin' down from the upper stratosphere's bytes and a piece

From the sombreros & turbins come the others, caps, hats, chapeaux & the middle of a tax seize.

Bums and junkies swimmin' in the puddle of mud in front of the entrance to the world of swirl

A competent genome appears out of nowhere because there was no other choice, it had to be

Never was a free will in the first or second place, just an illusion of critical thinking, logical scree

For all and for One, it's the foundation of the miracle, breathe in and breathe out, it's powerful.

Common enough for the power of the Will to suboordinate to the ignorant morons' high schools

Under the impression that everything you think is eternal is actually a finite entity of cows' bulls

Featured in the episodic nonsense you know is the end of the means, when it's over it's all over

Don't shoot the messenger or stab the one you won't let speak the Truth, unbelievable I love her.

Truth's too good to be true yet it's indubitably not false beyond a wild-eyed depository of doubt

Meaning it must be true or else this critique of pure reason is a fool's mission in Deep Space-Out

Things themselves evolve things & before there was anything, there was much ado about Nothing

Coming in last place is very handy when you want to avoid attention, let 'em eat cake dung fling.

Nefarious yet understated as the hood and robes allow, black on black in a darkness' urban edge

Noone knows what day they will give up the ghost & go awry for the presence to burst & bulge

Battles and whole wars for days or years, forty mor or less, all fought to kill the bottom feeders

It's what you & I get conceiving good, bad & holy ugly, there's no end goal for #Kiddy's breeders.

Burrowing deep down and then bobbing up to the surface of liquid sunshine, Earth one of many

Many meaning nothing at all, unseen dots of blown cosmic dust and the leftovers of po' tent city

Much bigger bang than I ever had since a supernova'd itty, bitty titty & heartache blowout soon

Mystical mountaintop comin', a stroke or two later to a boogie, to a way long gone, a full moon!

Bring your A-game to the far left and far right spectrum to show the rainbow before it dissolves

Aliens could do nothing hundreds of years ago and can't do anything about giants and the elves

Singing & pluckin' some animal leg strings, scrapin' washboard, blowin' a kazoo off the cybergrid

Undercover for the duration of the existence, nobody gets to know it all until you die, I'm the kid.

Fortune & Destiny mutually exclusive, nobody can do anything about things as they appear to be

Animated herds and flocks of things that breathe and breed without giving a damn for gods' she

Female stars above & beyond this planet indifference to the glee I feel for being the One & done

Received a 9-5 gift for serving God's masses, dead body bee's blood, little queenie's breath, son!

Infection in enamel cavities, holy root canal's primal torture, pain pills for grim troubles-no-more

Thirty teeth to begin with and on down to twenty-one, maybe even less, I don't want to know, so

I will just skirt the issue with the cells growing into self-sustaining pieces of the original sin's roots

Good & bad, the Unknown is the known Void from an Everlasting comes 24 oxymoron jack boots!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, September 14th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 3:33 PMPST

{ Modified the genome, blasted this out listenin' to Volue 2 of #BestOfSoulAndFunkyGroove on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/CIfIU9mANGU }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?