#SurviveExtinction #NoCanDo #EricChurch trending #Honeymooners & #EricClapton

ORGANICALLY PRIVILEGED CLEAR LIGHT, BLOODY MATTER

Bowery boys and girls have nothing on the Gaylords of the Northside of Chitown tea

Fighing & killing in a frenzy of the battle, a war that I did not begin to be or not to be

Or not to be, it was never a question of good, bad or ugly, just that it is & always was

Forward mach until you halt and go at ease from a parade rest, your ears hear a buzz.

Always will be unexpected but well received since the fear of death is shots of glasses

No lie in disguise or right out in the open, either way a moot point it is, all long knives

Long, long time ago it happened, the supernova heavenly bodies, burning bee's hives

For a honeycomb & ooze of the Queen Bee, sweeter than sugar, as thick as molasses.

Perfectly at One with a lack of everything right after the sensations stop, now I'm back

Then I'm all gone, I was already gone before you knew it, a whisp of wind I am blown

Back and forth, around in circles until the spin stops, it might stop here or @ Starbuck

Puzzle's pieces all together, the menudo is mama & papa creating, original sin to suck.

Opportunity knocked & rang the bell before I answered to see if I needed to react to it

A revolting development of the accidents that happen due to the Will to Power of chitt

That's everything inside of this cosmic bubble, an eggish humpty dumpty saga of God

Coming in & out of life to see what it's like to be The Created, without a clue, eh blood?

Drank & ate everything that could be consumed without being poisoned alive, no bawls

On or off Rte 66 just a dream's nightmare to go thru Alaska up to AK 47's Hawaii station

Old simple jacks & jills make the signs of the holy cross that hung the savior out to dry

Pinned like pinups get, nailed & thumb tacked, pushed & pounded up against the walls.

Flowing north to south, west to east, lookin' up & down from anyone's ego perspective

Om on the horizon for a suspected chance of love getting through to the love lorn dive

In a bar or lounge or at a concert with strangers you' don't know, in or outta of a dime

Looked around, they looked at each other but not at me, come on blood, coming Time.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER TWENTY, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 11:11 AMPST

{ Composted this matter while listenin' to the @EricChurch #ItsOverWhenItsOver on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/102HX7VMaeY }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@RollingStones & #FinalTakeCharlieWatts #Stones #Eagles & @MonaLisa

CLAIM TO IN & OUT OF CONTROL WOMEN & MEN, EVIL EVE'S OFFSPRING IS A-LIVE*

Content and the words which comprise those things containing everything's ilk

Your mother's great lap and warm heart are the origin of your feeling so good

Happiness, being ignorant of the species' struggle to survive, can or teat of milk

On any of the seven continents, slaves and master cylinders run the engine food.

Born to crawl out of the holy names they gave us at holy Christening, one demigod

Or a god's son or daughter as mother's Earth revolves & wobbles, cool Spirit blood

Gods rule the Space & Time you experience here & now, it's a humanitarian screw

Why are idiots & morons in charge of government mules, dark skies of azure blue.

Up in my hotel room, I smashed my leg & ruined my whole night, alone on my own

Got out of control for a moment or two, causing the end of origins. all my glee, son

Pundits and punks who ruled the planet's gangster syndrome, in charge of a death

Of men, mice & their micro-souls in the hub of cosmic swag in hot, Draino breath.

Morons backward toidI & snorom, each to his and her own, bundle of blue & pink

Love in the back seat of my dad's car or on honeymoon bashed in a Marriot suite

Funny but seriously folks, if you think about it for a minute, you will cry if you gogo

Indeed, the changes of the day put nearly everything out of control, it's a low blow.

On dark corners uptown, down sidestreets, at playgrounds, homeless' thrown dice

The manhole cover of a sewer blew sky high one day, the cap went up 'bout a mile

Up in The Chi where the deep water of Lake Michigan flowed but no record on file

Comedy and tragedy on the list, snake skin covered charm, this's my dream price.

Surfed with the alien and got left over smiling by DaVinci's scree to reveal a secret

Hidden above and below the chicken's pox and the rheumatic fever of angels' debt

Good and evil only because of being a proud boy, a proud girl, a proud spirit's gold

Plenty of Time left on the clock to score and win the game, Spacecandy, I'm told.

Rivers flowing and bringing the young down from the mountaintop to the seaside

Out of control, we all gotta go with the flow, gravity pulls down, momentum aside

Game of the thrones means it's my king against your queen, I win in the End, sigh

Letting queens feel secure & confident 'til the final blow, locked in mate, we high?

Where's my angel's food?  Mama's angry & I am well out on the Bridge to Babylon

Invisible feathers grown out of my headress, a war bonnet for the minions' godson

Like gold and diamonds in the treasure chest, sparkling in the darkness, holy scat

Funk accumulated wasted Time for Reason, Space Supernova of One, blown stat.

Heart drained of blood & soul devolved into an amorphous will of raw power charm

In & out of the light, back & forth to the dark dead of empty night, dark side's home

Philadelphia to San Diego, the trophy wives flow from high school to the workplace

Workin' for the others to get what the others left over from black leather and lace.

Words form the idea & the thought is the thing itself, naked, unbridled out of mind

Matter is what it is that you've got to get over, mind over matter, release the hound

Come on with us to the end where the beginning will never be, as it is it will be all

From mud, blood & beer in the halls of Montezuma, my god, I meant to be the ball.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER 19th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 2:22 PM

{ Keep rockin' the LIVE 1997 A,D, @RollingStones #OutOfControlTrain in a loop link @ https://youtu.be/dBfbprawaFU }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D?

*SurferGirl & Mona Lisa header

 

#SwallowThis @BE #GirlsInTheDoorways #CashinPimplesIntoNuts @Infidels @JoeDanMedia #JoeDanMedia #Infidels & @BobDylan @RobertZimmerman & moi

CONTROLLED BROADCAST OUTTA CONTROL, DIVIDED, CONQUERED ROCK

Young & foolish with the undeserved fame of the minions who seek my controller yet all fools ain't It

Like the blood-thirsty vampires and ghouls who haunt the Octobers like they're goin' all professor scat

If a man don't have intimate relations with his own ego and Id, unfortunately THAT spells the DOOM

With Freudian conception & application of Intent of the ID's Superego's #2296, random Rando dumb.

I'm not kidding about the feeling, it feels good for a second & then it's pain & suffering of a Savior, so

Your heads above the water but still you're takin' on water, One's consciousness fades to black & blue

Now you know and you can't forget because you ain't even here any more, you flyin' with angels too?

Heal the whole world now like a miraculous feat searched for by the gods of the mighty cosmic stew.

Deep water is the underground of Time & Space, shots of pain's suffering in the veins, thorns insane

Why in the name of Bealzibub! You've forsaken me?  You haven't, oh I see, pretty girls & the leg pain

All just because I was all too human, a man of distance and letters of alphabets, common ground cool

Still without a compass to know directions of up & down, two choices but there's more connundra too.

A punch in the guts or head, puts my funk to sleep or out like a red light in a New Orleans' bum rush

You know, what you eat, think, smoke & dream of fools in the marketplace, mothers' invented for you

Never missed a beat with the police and sheriff's offices, my brothers, sisters, fathers & mothers train

Souls of US all poured into streets of Chicago & Sacramento, searchin' for pretty girls & a gin flush.

I found them all by the bridges where the deep water flows, you could throw it all in there & it flowed

Down to the mouth of the sea, Davy Jones' bones & the other innocent pirates and their booty trunks

Homeless and without any purpose for being alive here & now, the directions are still up & down This

Neither denied nor refuted by the philosophers of perished ruins, All Is One & angry for All, I pizzled!

Gimme some of this & that and then I'll be good to go for about a New York Minute, the fix is all shat

No way out and hardly any way in, everybody knows what it's like to be Alien, your mama knew sin

Mortal or venial doesn't matter much, disobey the powers that be & you're sentenced to be God's kin

Here and now we are, you, me & the rest of the all too human species' genome, so what?  Ah, fuck It!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi @ 3:33 AMPST ROCKTOBER 18th, 2021 Anno Domini  {Right?}

{ #GimmeSome ... jammed while listenin' to #OutOfControl in a loop by the @RollingStones kickin' me in the head on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/dBfbprawaFU }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?