#ThereIsNoGodDogOrMan #DrunkenUFOs #SomeKindOfALIEN #SayItLoudALIENS

 #DrinkingDrunksUnderTables

WHISKEY & RYE, ROCKIN' BLOWS OF A QUEENY'S JOB

There came a time in my life when God told me why this was all goin' down from birth to death

Words come off the top of my head & light illuminates tunnels of darkness with green lanterns

Of kerosene and fire we move in the darkness from the #GetGo where we all ran away to spoon

We owed something that nobody recollects, something to do with being an ape, maybe a goon.

Bent on the bums and junk they brought with them to the riversides & under the freeway roads

Drunks and thirsty, starving babies and mothers who had no birth control for their makin' toads

Near the swamps and creeks that left the liquid to dry up into the dust of the dead star's plasma

Neither yours nor mine, an emptiness that fills everywhere around this planet is God's ma & pa.

Dogs and worms do it just like the cats and humans, monkeys get all of the leftovers, it's all over

Water is dryin' up because the sun's heat is getting ready to turn Earth into a satellite ash lover

You never know when you'll need a hand, when you're in a difficult position of kung fu kin pain

Hunger & thirst for the only reason for being here & now begins to wane as aging goes insane.

I've got you covered in an invisible envelope of fused plasma, got 208 bones inside of she, I'm IT

Ten fingers, ten toes, two arms & two legs but all that ain't worth a damn if you're too GD stupit

To see the Truth and pass the time as you ease the pain once in a while, phantom pleasure fit

Prices paid, overcharged and ungauranteed, it's all there is though, this, that & my tune of spit.

Stand down & get down before it's too late, you'll know when the Time runs out, stiff upper lip

Maybe today or tomorrrow and yesterday is all there is to it, Earth revolver of pins in a wobble

Days & nights fulfill the need to bleed from zygote to corpse, smelling, tasting, hearing the trip

No more hind end sitting down, puttin' hooks in the casket box, boots off the street's bubble.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  9-26-2021 Anno Domini @ 3:33 AMPST

{ Drafted in the 208 bones of a gunslinger without a bullet, listenin' to @LynyrdSkynyrd #GimmeBackMyBullets on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/SM3jgkChV6M, this ROCK is what got me through the #Jug in the #Bush of the #SKOR hookers, now you know what happened! }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#TookAStandOnMyKnees #PickedUpLifeInTheSticks #SlimShady #EMINEM #TalkinSmack #FWordsMoveGods

REDUCTION OF PROPOSITIONAL LOGIC, PICASSO PEASANTS ASLEEP IN THE #916

In One Word of primate's face vibe, fuel crazy get stuck in a moment, Time's air mixed in grease

Not the same as trippin' the Pacific Coast with mama totin' heat, just 'cause it's all wars & peace

Above and below the thing you think with, there's nothing more than empty Space's killin' kids

Never listen, keep up with the feeling of being so #WOKE that you can't open eleven finger lids.

Busted window panes, lies never really ever broke into smithereens, One with cosmic egg rings

Orphaned by mama who died givin' birth to my papa's germ, worm moved into a song she sings

High notes in low places to echo the sons of the beaches & their fool's philosophical blue school

In prima donna mode, mad chokin' on nowhere to go, hard to be unknown, blow yo mama fool!

Try and try again, A-bombs a fool's errand to do a favor for lunatics & idiots born to sons of B's

It's not their fault of course, still holding them responsible for 7 LSD sins of their father's kisses

From the mountains or the caves, farms, ranches or major metropolitan, suburban wannabees

Performing on the stage, the curtain goes up and down, ad infinitum, it's the way it is, whisper.

Who is all agog with the awareness you lost upon being born into the light, from darkness cum

Al and Tree did the thing, you know the thing and boop there it is, they called it "ME" god's dam

Didn't wanna be a wannabee but here I am, all that I am, what I know, you don't know like I do

Punks, bums and junkies gave up after grade eight of school, watched how to fail at Earth blow.

Patience for the doctors' and nurses' patients who get sick and die just because life ends, it dies

Crawling on the counter a bug dies, walkin' in my shoes I'm gonna die, so I go barefootin' in lies

Pretending that anything at all is eternal other than the infinite space that contains the Cosmos

Can't see Holy Stars in blazing daylight, blind & buried honey, you & I know a raving God blows!

After birth and after death, appearances of the pullover christian athiests disappear in thin air

Below the wasted star-stuff, Earth's rocks & dirt, leftover supernovae Truth shatter of longhair

It grew out of the skin, grew back into clearskin as if there was a way to hide from blown brutes

Simple rebel hellions, murder click, click, boom disaster of the master, kids die with funky roots!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, September XXVth, MMXXI Anno Domino @ 11:11 AMPST

{ Drafted this #MissileLauncher while listenin' tot he mighty @EMINEM #MENIME #BESTof 2021 link @ https://youtu.be/8ZtNPKBN4tc }

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#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 }

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