#RottenRipeRipped #ACircleJerkOutOfNowhere @JohnColtrane & @MilesDavis #InSeparateWays

 

MISINTERPRETATION OF REALITY'S SOLO PERCEPTION

You are in this to win it or you're a loser on the verge of extinction, your fix is bunk in the dells

This thing you are, the thing itself before your name of your parental lineage in the sky's T-cells

Function of the calculus is the meaning of Good and Evil, the good and bad of Saturn's o-rings

They do to each other both what they'd want to be done to themselves and vice versa pings.

No confusion there, it's just the nature of the beast DNA that is a random sample of a dust

What I mean is nothing is more important than knowing that you're going to die above us

Not down below the dirty surface down to the core when the ashes & bones go havin' fun

In the smell of the smoke that's left over from the Big Bang, there you are, we are the One.

So you know the dream is the one you're dreaming & never the sureality of your awake chit

To know the difference is to pick up the suble references to the nonsense going on about It

Punks, junkies, know-it-all professors of doom and gloom, all of them monkey around blocks

Ego's all it is, will to survive at the middle of chaos, a supreme being cryin' yo' mama's hocks.

What's that mean?  It means what I said, you interpret the words and the thought the holy way

Walking or running, paying attention to avoid the Love supreme, deeper than holy desire need 

A thing itself that must be in order for everything else to have become what it has always been

A Love supreme that means you're lucky you got a sweet lick of life, aborted and dead're slain.

Taught to think as above and so it is below, I control the various ways to fulfill desire of reason

To be right & not misinterpreted is only for the children who inhabit the burroughs & counties

Meaning that communication of what needs to be known by players and the losers of treason

Camp fire in the middle of pimp & junkie woods, reminds Spirits' hollow night's freeway freezin'.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XIIITH, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 4:44 PMPST

{ Cashed in on this jam from my lips to God's ears while jammin' to @JohnColtrane's #ALoveSupreme on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ll3CMgiUPuU }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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.

by

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