#BurntBridges #MiddleOfNowhere #NoMoreRunning #JimDandyToTheRescue #LaverneGlennAndBlackOakArkansas

A PRETEND SOUL SEARCH, GROWIN' UP BEIN' A COWBOY'S HERO

Unconnected in the middle of the whining and woke, dreamin' that living is like a dying lover

Gotta go when it's our times, it makes no difference in the end, a lapse into rigor mortis' over

Monkeys with 208 bones just like the idiots with 208 bones, go to England, France or ESPana

Why you want to come to the USA?  It's the best in the world, ask English, French & Spanish.

Marking the clear with indelible ink from the octopi al out of Indian ink, American or a Hindu

It ain't my fault that you require a scapegoat to blame for your father and mother being blue

Leaving you in the middle of nowhere, here and now, to look around the room for guided scat

There's little or none on the road to perdition, it will lie like a rug, a Persian flying shag carpet.

Chanting or singing in darkness' camps & dead campfires under stars, deep, sad heart of Texas

Riding by a river, over to the bayou after hangin' on the corner of a bordered up whore house

Ghosts in machines runnin' the show, cut loose from abandoned children's guilty consciences

Beyond the evil of the good, bad and ugly, it's just you and me left over & it all makes sense. 

Time's comin' down the road, just like my daddy told me it was gonna be, easy at the ending

Hard as hell from the teenager, young parent, old parent, retired 208 bones of silk and satin

Big train rolls in my mind up to the shore of being the awakened soul, lost, sought and found

As if it was never supposed to be but the Time would come, it had to, my Time ain't no more.

Above and below, inside and outside from being in the middle of the ups & downs, rollin' pine

Mink stoles & cool parkas with wolf fur lining the hood, in the Hood of flossed, holy  32 teeth

Behind a mask, there's nothing but viral air to pull into a matrix, lost DNA, God's nobody's son

Drop dead gorgeous in my body bag, smokey reflection of all of our muddy honey reflection!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, September XXIVth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 1:11 PMPST

{ #StiffUpperLip @ACDC for the inspiration, my simple mind blew this out while listenin' to @GlennFrey #EndOfTheInnocence in a loop, link @ https://youtu.be/GFdpGwuku80 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ConfusionContusion #CountingInfiniteCrows #BorderPatrolHeroes #MedalsOfHonor

BURY A 93.1 SNARK, DEEP DIVE TO TIGHTEN UP SKIP'S DIPS

Muscles used until they're eaten or shat or burned up in a vehicular flaumbet, a blow

I walked right into the lion's den knowing that I stunk like cat food, a fake feline roast

Least I think that was me, it was my empty soul of infrared intranet intercourse toast

Random Rando brand of a human being, may not be a fully vetted mosquito do-si-do.

Charged ahead, put it on a morgue slab I can't repay, never catch myself lovin' at 1 zen

Yet it's all I know, all of what I see ahead and behind by a periferal vision behind 4 walls

I see the back of my head, my long haiku of the imbeciles goes 5 then 7 then 5 AGAIN

Flipped over right on the surface of the indian chiefs headdress of eagles, got the bawls.

Before the olden days when old men didn't wear blue jeans with bell bottoms in fade

Mimicking for what it's worth, givin' it all you got if you get half a chance to get so laid

Important substance is leaking out of the ozone layer of empty air, high in Dutch fudge

Will to survive the attempts at suicide and homicide crowding out the Space's nudge.

Mighty mice & men without experience of moving about in an outer limit of the kids

Being the billion deposits of random, rowdy DNA swingin' dicks & ova boomin' tweaks

With or without me it was always going to happen just like this, 1 more hits the skids

Don't need anything but the hard and soft of the roll rockin', swamps to snow peaks.

It's not the origin or the destination that's as important as a journey from a toy dojo

Drama playin' hit me & I'll hit you back, block me, block you, fool's actin' like the dick

Dumb luck of being in the right place at the right time, tricks' treats will get you so sick

In or out of the costumes to cover the naked bones walkin' & drivin' 'round the metro.

Hags and trolls all paired up for the ilk to reject the principles & apostasy's Dr. Rhetoric

You got a right only if you're allowed the permission to reatain that blind COVid19 bat

Tongue hung out parched into the cheek, swipin' the bone-dry, root-covered slapstick

As if it's got a mind of it's own, ethics & morality a function of l, imaginary ego, bullscat.

What is worse than the best of the best?  Listen to the sirens sing their song of the sea

Far, far away from this spinnin' wobble rock, I hate the love of the stench of God's blow

Too far gone to ever get back to a point of no return, one dog don't hunt no more, see?

Moved, rock matter from first to last frame, smooth black silk, mellow as yellow snow.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, September 23rd, 2021 A.D. @ 12:12 PMPST  #StupidIdiotReadTeaLeaves

{ No comin' back after I took a sip my Black Jack Daniels, then shot six shots down the hatch, ain't #Woke, you may be therefore, I leave you #RoundHere from #AugustAndEverythingAfter with @CountingCrows https://youtu.be/SAe3sCIakXo }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PrehistoricExcellence #IronButterfly #OrganicFlats #ScreechinElephantitis ##BestOfStewieGriffin #BruceLeeLegend Want my #Nickelback

 

IN THE GARDEN OF EDEN, BABY...I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU!

Inagadadavida baby, you know it's true, got hung by a jury of peers, a thing itself phenomenon

Where you're from you're blind faith hopin' for a free walk on wild side of a princess' eggs' DNA

Out of your control, your pretend will to power is a mere loan on advantage, one high IQ quest

Evolution without any committment from a divine thing without form, no 1st 2 people incest!

On a cross, crucified or exiled to the desert for being a miscreant, an evil genius, just a wee kid

Matter without any phantoms left over once it dissolves into the goo of soylent green koolaid

Poppin' a mitotic divide into billions of knock-offs from the original One & monkey on my back

It's soft but ain't too soft, it's a trip of blind cult of the blue oysters and clams from godsmack.

Apple sauce made from the apple tree grown out of the apple seed that appeared out of gods

If not gods then WTF will happen when we all die, no valhalla or cielo-hades' hounddog bloods

Wonder is in the bread that grew out of the grain, the sustenance of that & the H2O made me

I don't speak for anyone but myself, it's my inheritance from my grandfathers & #TheWives, si?

Movement that goes underground for the final six foot plunge, covered with metal or star dirt

Philosophical suspension of reason and rhyme, to a living moron hung up on the screamin' flirt

Bums & junkies get behind the counter to be budtenders of the candy, vaccinated apothocare

Profits to pay the taxes to the powers that be and everybody in the state and county are happy.

Anything alive that isn't dead can't be eaten, nothing can be eaten alive, it's gotta be dead meat

Beginning with the mother's milk or the formula of animal lactose full of vitamins & mineral ilk

Not of this world yet of this system of being a dot in a blazing blast of brightness in a pope's seat

Until death do us part, but why?  I thought my personality, my consciousness survives?  It don't!

Killers are creators of the things we praise and mock without ending until we take one last gasp

Trapped inside the 208 bones, we all are, you're really nothing more special than the dead ones

Out of the angels' city or the old dukes of York, coast to coast it's cast upon broads & the chicks

Unknown as hush puppies walkin' the dog with my yoyo, occultists' spirits who got exiled licks.

No saints and no damned souls that have karma to dream about forever, in the end, it's dead air

Food for thought is scarce but leftovers of freedom's fridge will shame you on a dance on a pole

Brooms will sweep your arse away like a wind storm in the blind eye of a cyclone, a typhoon hit

We're the walkin' Clarences and Clarices who get swallowed by alien hunger's suck into a hole.

Not cool to be the original mortality's disobedient culprit, couldn't leave the apple alone, thanks

Now here and now, our rewards and punishments depend on code revolution of Earthly red dirt

Come on man, evolution or special creation in a garden of paradise, somewhere way back when

Now here we are left to guess, educated or random choice, you stole cache, infinite's Cat Den.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, September 22, 2021 A.D. @ 11:11 AMPST

{  Drafted while jammin' to some @BigSmo' #DirtRoadCode link @ https://youtu.be/XcmK_kHpx88 #KinLetsRock #TwistOneUp & some @IronButterfly #Inagodadavida link @ https://youtu.be/UIVe-rZBcm4 & #EndOfTheInnocence @DonHenley https://t.co/sFCWzEQXdO?amp=1 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?