#NorthernComfort #CopyKatRaBoomba #ForgetAboutitAllNow1 #FromHeroestoZeroes #IchycooParkIsWhereIllBe #VeryRareEarth #MA

COME SEE THEN YOU'LL COME, OR MAYBE NOT

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GOD has damned the comediens for making fun of creation's freedom to be good & evil

It's the way it turns out when you ain't payin' attention to the cream of the jelly & a pill

Conception of the species is politcally correct by whims of the species' genders, x's & o's

Punks laughing & crying about their mommy & daddy not payin' them enough apropos.

Guns' triggers are cocked but the bullet chamber's empty, not even a blank shell to squirt

See through the holy bluster of the kin who raised you, their philosophy is not your T-bone

Dead & gone they are as some day sooner or later, you too will be, as 1, 2, 3 on a cell phone

Pick up games on the field, the court or the rink make humanity the gods of the dirty dirt.

Junk in a trunk for the addictive, junky crew that sling the consciousness of goddess' stars

To the apex of cloudy cielo and the utter eschelon of the pit of Hades, between them we are

Picnic in the Itchygoo Park where the monkeys cut down trees to build private wood caves

With a fenced-in yard, like a mini-ranch for wanna be #Cowboys, I'm happy it's our casas.

Being inside a bun to be eaten with gusto, that's a hot dog and a ham burger, Americanas

Burned in the cold frost & frozen stiff & without any capacity for rational thought posers

Monkeys in a barrel full of liquid, rolling rock leftovers from the supernova blast, oh God

Do you believe in magic? Can you contemplate the nature of metaphysics cringing hotrod.

Now it's time to perceive your ending before it's all over, you need not know why I'm high

Not the government of continental distress whose job it is to thin out an Earthly herd, kiss

Either it's mitotic division or the sexual healing of being born alive, ready to die for the lie

Immortality promises to the herd of champions for the ethics & morality of savage trysts.

Shadowy things themselves, brigades of knights at night on Earthly revolving, dirty balls

Dramatic dreams of goofy games people played, day and night, night and day for The Fall

Bums & junkies who devolve as lives unfold, trained to be stupid, we're ignorant morons?

Games end certainly, all play games begin & must finally end, extinction of one god's sun.

Sun, moon, stars' dirt I stand upon & I'm all there is, & can't take you or it, got the bends

That's why there's no room for daddy and mommy, they are not part of the eccentric scree

What it is can be nothing but the Truth, so help me Cosmic Debris of gratefully dead ends

Adding and subtracting the multiplying division of egotistical sperm repositories, dead sea.

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r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER XIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 9:11 AMPST

{ Jammed out of the ether whilst jammin' to some @Armstrong_GettyRadio & a byte of @RedHotChiliPeppers #Californication link @ https://youtu.be/YlUKcNNmywk }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TheEaglesConcertSacramento #SeemsToMeYouWannaWalkAway #WorstMessIveEverBeenIn #ComeWhatMay

GOT THIS RIGHT?  IT WASN'T REALLY WASTED TIME?  UH OH.

Think about this on the third of October or was it the thirtieth?  Tell me the truth mama

You know I rolled down here in the valley to be with you & let you tell me what gods sit

I mean what's goin' down in the here and now & why in the name of the gods did we be

Of the unknown and on the way back to it, supernova or black hole suckin' us into a pit.

Cities in the summertime, like where I'm from, Chicago BORN balding eagle, shot a birdy

It was a lucky shot of a broken neck goose, you could have eaten, instead you wasted It

Now you pay in the Karmic ways, do unto others as you'd want them all to do unto y'all

Gone the distance between Hades & Valhalla, we talked about it in every language's chit.

Angels as unreal as your unborn great grand children, just a virtual set of concepts to reheat

Raw or rotten really doesn't matter at all, as soon the sugar tree gets shook, it's a spooky ass

That's what moves all of the living things, spooky as Holoween at midnight, a trick or a treat

It's a matter of Time & Space, a conglomeration of the words expressing the hydrogen gas.

On or off of the streets of San Francisco or Elk Grove Village, home of OHare Chicago metro

Seein' outside of the place, there's something to look at but you're lookin' the other way, oh

Parental guidance is never required but suggested if you desire an easier life for your kiddies

We've got a set amount of days ahead, if you're alive tonight you may be all gone tomorrow.

Everybody and everything above and below the things themselves and their essence & form

Story is about the beginning and end of the story, yours, mine & everybody elses, fish a worm

What is happening in the middle of the oceans and lakes is not the same as the ponds & bogs

Daylight ahead of the ignorance & you see what everybody now dead saw, lilly leaves & frogs.

First and last time you're gonna try to get it right, instead of failing & making the good the bad

Leaving ugly for the beautiful may be true in a fairy tale but that's not reality on planetary flam

Earth is the dirt it's made of and that's some starstuff we can't recognize because we're so sad

Thinkin' we've been left behind in this wasted-ass time, decades, a century or a flash in the pan.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XIth, MMXXI Anno Domini, Lunki @ 3:33 PMPST

{ A Two-a-Day 35 footer, sometime in a scattered moment, need & want to form an opinion about the Eagle performers, the rockers with chips on their shoulders but they all got over it & my darlin' & I will be in two seats in Sacramento tomorrow evening, gonna hear this set & #HotelCalifornia set & more 'cause they LOVE Sac, Eagles (Melbourne #FarewellTour concert @ https://youtu.be/UiuuSFk5gnk }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D

#TheMightyTemptations #Springsteen #Indeed #PapaWasARollingStone

FREEZE !  BLUES, BUMS, JUNKY CREEPS & GREEKS

Twelve apostles or chumless souls, hattricks & treats evermore, Holloween's so dumb

Jumped up out of the shell like any other nut in the bag, contents of RNA/DNA crimes

For you & your kin to be or not to be workin' it all out, nothing but The Ends of Times

Percussion at the tone an pitch to hear the backbeat of the animalistic fish in a drum.

I can't see the reason you & I fight for money since you have all of mine, go all in or be

So and so, in charge of the dream's content, a reflection of the past tense of a One din

May be a seventh son or an only daughter of only children, they are all of my children

Thinking that I am when I ain't all of that can of worms to lure the fish out of the sea.

There & then, here & now there's bits of evidence that you came & went in by & bye

Spun out of the revolutionary war of night and its darkness, without a ticket to ride

Nothing is important if you believe with no inherited rational thought of holy seers

But logic & reason hold up the banks for their golden screams of banshees & queers.

Played the horns and drums for the blows and beats just because I thought you knew

How to be alive and how to get over the facts of life without committing to the hoax

To be or not to be whomever in Hades or Heaven above and below this Earth's spots

Black holes or Singularities behold the quality & quantity of offsprung cosmic stew.

Out of focus due to being blinded by the black light, doin' the Rhumba, playin' a pawn

Chess' queens & kings who hoarded the silver & gold, it's all One bit of angel's spunk

Blown jobs and critical theories of the nature of things in Space with fine lines drawn

From senile elders & blinded faith of fog lights in tunnels & caves of God's junk trunk.

A faded siliqua of trouble and hard times in a software kill zone, a twilight of daylight

Becoming what will never be is the midle way, the narrow path between heart's fight

Sick & tired of repetition of identical reminisences of bizarre cultures' checkmate skills

To foster the species' historical relevence to the whole shebang, a little queen's might.

Poor man and rich man lookin' for any father's daughters who can germinate the crew

Common grounds of meatheads, potheads & intelligencia all to be or not to be bizarre

Of the all too human and the ilk of loathing fear, afraid of death's termination of slew

Seattle to Moscow, north to south pole between parallel lines & square's right angles.

You know you must serve somebody here or there, orphanages have the atomic blitz

To survive, the genome must reproduce regardless of the need or desire of a hostess

No cupcakes or twinkies with or without the hidden cream of the dream's transit verb

Gone into the purple haze and I'll see you in the dream, everlasts in ungrateful priests.

In the glow of blue moons with your mouth & eyes wide open, closing slow outta time

It is my fault there's paint on your face, your arms, chest, back & legs, a drop of dime

Plenty to be addicted to, a tequilla shot of being, life & fun, a desire for immortal sky

Monkey business, a barrel full of the apes' planet, grounded and checkmated, so I fly!

Ungrateful and unrelenting yet still a spark of divine turbulance from fat head bangers

Pretty yound and old, it's the Matter & Form of the horses in the race, unaborted eggs

We're all in for the party, blood and beer spilled & finally dried up drunk in a soliloquy

Nobody's listenin' to this here & that there whiskey on the rocks, kickin' it & fired up.

Will to power that moves unmoved souls, just being all you need, it is what we all will

For money or power of gold, all we know is whereever you go, shoot first kill buckshot

Mama & papa would have wanted it that way 'cause there ain't no other way, this is it

Slow down the blues to the key of A flat, it's not the melody alone, it's rhythm's beats.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST

{ Jammed with the best #Blues on #BoobTube link @ https://youtu.be/7ZiJxDolTbE }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?