#TheThreeStooges #BitingBullitsCasings #HoneyBEESting #Curlyisms

NOW WHAT?  YOU WANNA TWIST UP THE GOOD TIMES?  MAN!

This is not the minor league team it used to be, it's now in the major league & it's a time lock

To be or not to be the champion of winning games, series of 3, 5 or 7, it matters fakin' rhyme

Saying that which needs to be said by some human, somewhere at some unspecified tic's toc

In the hickory dickory dock, the vermin run up the clock strikin' one for some fun on my dime.

Ain't that peculiar, to know the truth & it's a bit inconvenient to be aware of it, too wise, guy

Moments and a few more seconds than you've got on the clock, nothing can stop the spinnin'

Wobble along with the flow like all rivers, away from the poles toward the equator, it's so hot

Where the sun always shines harder than anywhere else, makin' jungles' snow-meltin' robot.

On the way down the middle of this fabulous journey from the holy mother to the dark box

Or the ash of volcanic illusions erupting into the conscious awareness' dream within a dream

Moved uptown, got kicked back downtown so I blew town & copped out, it's a danm shame

Designs and patterns leftover from the random recombination of DNA genes, you got the pox.

Why do you like the other team?  Just because your team treated you like you were less of It

The rest were alive but between that day & a hundred years, they'd be cut down in the hood

Karma comes over everybody regardless of blind faith in forgiveness, everybody's gotta pay it

Comes around & goes around Zeus or Cupid & one temptation of the soul's flesh, It's all good!

Contacted first or last makes a thing itself chill, feel the love, still rockin' but I sings the blues

Other hungry animals must eat & drink or they die before long, eat dead meat or be a snack

Mother Earth in particular & in general TWISTS up the last One, underground I got your back

Even if I didn't you're bein' the dreamer to awaken the ignorant oversight of sages & ol' fools.

Why did you hurry and slam your life into neutral or reverse & commit to an idiotic moron call

Me, myself & I never agreed but now there can be no alternative, it's all for One & One for all

All the nuns, priests, lay teachers, professors and instructors would all want to know it's a hex

Witchcraft spells incanted from the poor ladies & their progeny, the magic of the queen & rex.

All of the king's horses overran the foot soldiers who wore out just being hot & hungry, quick

In the ends, desires and wants fulfilled or not, needs overlooked by yourself, being just a dyck

Nevermind being honest and kind at the same time in the dog eat dog world you're in, to win

Bring all your sweet loving home to me, where I am is where you ought to be, baby I'm All In.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XXIXth, MMXXI Anno Domini, Mercredi @ 1:11 PMPST

{ Jammed out of the insanity in the divin lexicon of #VOID & #SOUL listenin' to @SamCooke #LIVEatTheHarlemSquareClub link @ https://youtu.be/9olxPg8uRIE }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Love #Life #Happiness #Madonna #MotherOfGods @TheRollingStones #NeverBeTheSaintOfMe #FellOutTheSky #HeavenNeverHelpedMe #SANTANA @Carlos_Santana #Devadip

LIVING IT UP IN A GROOVE OF SAINTED SINNERS, INFINITY'S DUNK FUNK

Figuratively speaking I am not the One you've been looking for, yet I am what it is, ergo I am

It's not what you think, that if I am that you are not, we all are, I am the one called 7th son

Firstborn and stillborn, a human boy who would inseminate the human girl's First Cause ram

Deep inside the holy womb, deeper than the bottom of the sea near the Earth's core, our sun.

Without it we die, with it we cry & then die for no good reason at all other than just caused chit

I've got a lot of witnesses comin' in and out of my life, from Zeus, Isis, Jehovah, old God damns it

Babies live to get old and die, some make it until they start to cry & some wine down to the grave

Stickin' their boney arms up above the ground, hung over, down & out, needing a hit of the slave.

Monkeys shining in the darkness and the glory is within the 208 bones, they began in a beef stew

Cosmic dream lasting forever & another day after you die, lookin' in the out door & it's all gone

Drunken sailors and high airmen together make love & war the same way, battle axes are drawn

Swords & knives sharpened to slice bloody wounds of bullets in two, missed one, now I'm so blue.

Between the highness and underground, I'm just a sad boy lookin' for a happy girl who's funny

No gloom in the end with the curtains drawn, angels keep me safe and warm, wings of the sun

Came around in '51 & partied with the right and wrong crowd, crowned me chief of the crew

Absent without leave but I wear my heart out on my sleeve, it's all about the Benjamins & me.

Life goes on & on with or without you & me, it's a crack up to take a leap of faith into an abyss

But when you bottom out & The Ends are seen right up front, it all begins the fun again, clueless

As if you & I never experienced life before this time in Space's Time, maybe it's a 1st & only one

Recall the faces you've known from gramma to mama to ma Earth & the minions, walkin' bone.

Like you can't be kicked in the shin and feel the trauma of limping to avoid the pain I never suffer

Swingin' wide-winged girl singin' words to let the days go by & watch the girl cry, it's form-matter

My daughter, sister, mother & girlfriends, allstar humane women, drunk on vino, a forbidden fruit

Haunt my house and scare the daylights out of the nightmares, matter & energy form, let's scoot!

Bees sting if they must but they die without getting a point, live & then die for nothing's show biz

Something would be better but it ain't gonna be a necessary condition for drinkin' the Slo-gin fizz

There is no way it means more than that this conscious life of starlight is pleasure & busted moot

Whether hands are in pockets or spaces, heavenly body-spirits loaded with matter, it's a hot boot.

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r j j  stephan, I

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

{ Created out of nothing but #TheImmaculateCollection of @Madonna link youTube @ https://youtu.be/UstnMc__m54 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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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W.W.A.R.D.?