#LosLonelyBoys #GoodVibes #TrippinUntilTheEnding @CheechAndChong #SickIsSoGood

WANNA MAKE SPIRIT MATTER, COME & TAKE 'EM ON DOWN TO MY RIVERBED

It's a matter of fact, my darlin' so don't cry, it all turns out in the end, it is what it is, so

Shreddin' the frets & smokin' up the E-strings just because you can, one's CoVid's in vitro

He tried his best to qualify me to read the E's, F's, G's, A's, B's, C's & D's sharpened flats

Pinch me to see if I'm awake, don't kick me in the shin, under a table down with manbats.

One or two octaves with chord progression & regression in One, prime cosmic pea soup

Chaos and order in geometry and calculus, assuming the algebra & arithmatic holy loop

Getting the thing itself by the actual balls, the functional reproductive organ, a womb

Not the insemination nor the momentary orgasmic dysfunction, that ain't love's tomb.

What it is can't be recollected by any of the living, only the dead know for certain, it's done

From the origin to the destination, the trip you & I didn't plan but animated just for the fun

Of mice and men and the other forms of bacteria and viruses, it's all One, shot no deputy son

Not my thing or anything like it, I'm a respectful example of the citizen with lawmen as kin.

Still in the early years of my troublemaking, before, during or after honor & duty Air Force tours

It's clearly the only reason I survived the past 69 year ordeals, just lucky & favored cool Spirits

My kin who moved the angelic body of the Void into an imaginary, a tone of First Cause detours

Plucked out the vacuum where angels actually #signed to go, too loud for all too human digits.

Monster speakers with towers of power punching woofers & tweeters with electronic stimuli

Making love to nobody but you, because there's nobody quite like me, copycats?  Yes, never I

Originally the sinner who was sorry but kept repeating the same violation, lost a higher crime

Mother & father came & now gone, left pure DNA to make more of them, agony's wasted time.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XXVIIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 5:55 PMPST

{ Cracked this out the skull whuile listenin' to @Eric_Clapton #LiveAtMontreauxJazzFest '86 @Switzerland link @ https://youtu.be/MQrxeTD_BEM #WahWah too!   & @SPIRIT #IGotALineOnYouBab link @ https://youtu.be/PsuleDJtAkI }

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#HouseOfRuth #BumsAndJunkiesUnderTheFreewayTents #HomelessHomers @SammyHagar #LooseLosers #TightWinners #AllBadGoods #LWCS #AlreadyGone #DoneTexasWay @HayseedsAThing

BUMS, JUNKIES, STRIKES & BALLS AT BATS' VIRUS IN A HOME RUN DERBY, 9TH, 3-2 & 2 OUT

It's a matter of being grounded out, away from home yet still alive & thriving, a myth is as real as I am

Before and after the perfect game of 27 strikeouts to lead the league in being a perfect old God's dam

Nobody can imagine why bride's maids aren't all single and wanting to be married to guys' of fake lies

Until one moment before the end if there's a chance to reflect, sometimes we ain't so lucky, it all dies.

Your skin and bones infused with the flakes of snow sent from the kids in the hallway, they can shout

Not even a slight tap of the wood or metal bats, barrels are all fat with the pine & oak, to pitch a fit

On the way out of the park or 400 feet from home, whichever is closer than you think, it's all far out

Pretending to be the ball and to be hit by a pounding piece of matter, gives energy equal & opposite.

Coming off of an unreal journey from heaven up in here to Earth, all bambinos cry for mothers of milk

Teats to feed the infants without teeth to chew the fat and material world into the wasted days of silk

Faster than the atomic and molecular functions of the calculus, it's invisible as a ghost, One of Nothing

All of it or some of it is like none of it, identical to your chromosomes of cosmic soup, it's your thing.

Did what you wanted to do, knowing the Truth and consequences of keeping wisdom from execution

On a vagabond or a saint, you put your trust in the gods, in Nothing at all but a ghost in a machine sin

Disobedience of the command leads to extinction, you animate the wheelies & fly to The End of cliffs

In video games, you live lives of the finite who become dead & gone, a narrow way, no more but/ Ifs.

Appeals to the authority which there can be nothing but your living breath and heartbeat in a holy One

All there ever was and will be is right here & now, paying attention to your intention is my father's son

It's what I am because it's what I am or what, I ain't who I am?  Come in for a meal of dangerous Truth

Lies of the minions, errors of omission but I knew we were in a ghost town, #InAndOut spooky tooth.

Life here & now on Earth is all you know other than mythical divinity's dramatic fact of evil-fake life

Rain & snow are the fodder of fathers who left, abandoned children to a welfare food stamp bee hive

Stung all the workers children who never work, expecting bones to pick, others to feed my orafice gap

Aristotelean nightmare in the dead dream of a germ, annhilated mother of infrared pine, you're a sap!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XXVIIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini, Jeudi @ 3:33 AMPST

{ It's always 2 out in the bottom of the 9th for me, as it is, the way it should be, drafted to the sounds of the World Series #2021 replay of game 2 between Braves & Astros link on youTube @ https://www.fox.com/live/channel/FS1/?id=2589c1288a3199528fa53919d803a56e }

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#InnerChillsWhenMyEyesLostYourSignal #OhMyGodThatFeelsLikeChit #GONE @MontgomeryGentry

PILES OF MAGIC LOVE, A KISS & A WORLD SERIES OF NO BALLS AT ALL

I willed to be a follower of nobody but pops, he died light in a tower, loved all my girls

All dressed in white, red, black & blue for me & you, lookin' as fine as fine could be, her

It all comes out in the wash, a manner of speakin' if you use enough of a Tide powerin'

Love or neutrality won't work today, didn't work yesterday & it won't tomorrow either.

Pumped up like a dirrigible balloon gettin' ready to fly as high as the sandbags allowed

Knowing nothing new but the old days of our mothers and fathers long ago gone away

Still the sun shines, Earth spins & wobbles in a circular jerk-off, alone in dead air Space

Stillborn because there's no other way to be born any longer, it's never easy bein' Man.

It's what it is regardless of the desire of the wise and lovely, makin' the species survive

Sweeter the kiss and the glance gives the edge over the others, my kinda girl love alive

Knocked me off me feet and it looks like she's good enough to eat but that'd be naive

Man oh man, I love that lady & without her I'd cry like my uncle Romeo, rest of my life.

I know your ma & pa told you not to use your magic but you used it on me, farm anima

Didn't know how lucky I was 'til the accident of being in the right place at the right time

I saw you & you saw me, then you left me alone because I'm quite-a assed-hole rhyme

Can't stop a minute, I'm not a product of my perfectly adapted parents, I am my karma.

Biblioteque & bibles with the words of wisdom, the end of the End comes, it's all over

Anyway you can stop the crazy mind that reads words and thinks they comprehend It

The dream can't be the freak of nature that it seems to be at first glance's descendent

Of first cause the DNA & RNA evolved out of the Void's nothingness, a loving event.

OK, we're alone or not, bottom line is, we probably have adversary-like extraterrestrial

The time is now in this space in this universe, hold on to the idiots like the morons did

It's nothing personal but it's the variable that will end the species' survival cability ball

Without predators, only viral disease without a cure will end procreation Super Ego Id.

A fact of life has not been told to any of my father's grandfathers nor to me from any

Words well read and the valued meaning of the secrets untold to the masses, it's gold

Precious and in demand for the heavy metal that is the essence of stardust, one's many

Imagination & the grit of staying in the moving groove until the grave captures the old.

A galactic transportation of displacing Time & Space in a warp two dematerialization

Then a redoposit of the burned out dysfunction called super nova, a kisser of voidness

Simple men and wise women formed this philosophical connundrum, all dead bygones

We're left alone with the rumors, propaganda & faithful committments to dead bones.

Died on a cross or thrown off of a cliff, there's been lots of murdered punks God's got

Sideways maybe but at least I'm throwin' my heat, just meet the ball on a sweet spot

You'll feel it sinkin', too bad it was so fast, should've sunk or curved, oh yes sir please

Honeysuckle & honey bees comin' thru lookin' for shade trees & Louisiana iced teas.

Ends come & when they're all gone, you'll be too, like you've never even begun to sing

Remember how that was?  Of course not & you won't think about life after mama's fit

I wish you would, really I do, you can say if my havin' fun affects the whole world's chit

Only you matter darlin', nothing else, if it did, a side of whiskey would be my Nothing.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XXVIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 5:55 PMPST

{ Jammed while listenin' to @CurtisMayfield #BackToTheWorld on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/g2udbdAmdkc & @Smokey_Robinson #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/URHs5anYDv8 }

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