#ThrowAFastBallRightDownTheMiddle #HomeRunDerby #BaseballHits

 

OF COURSE BASEBALL KIDS ARE INSANE, NO LOWER EYE LIDS, STEWIE TEENY WEINEE

Without an invitation to the party, it was a matter of time until it's Space crashed into the One, the only

Trippin' like there's no tomorrow, you can't think defeat unless you're prepared to lose in four or three

Thought's a First Cause of reality, conforming to intent of the thinker, everyone knew the holy scree

Then forgot about it from alpha to the omega, I tell you to think anything, just do it, like a new Nike.

If thought ceases, the end is near, in a coffin box or super gold urn of lead and painted iron, fragments

All we get for wisdom and our own destiny is apparently one and the same, an apparition God sent us

What it is somebody won't tell me & you, how are we to know, guess with magic or luck, it's the scents

Smelling the Truth even if it's a mile downwind and we can't see or hear hide nor hair, the hunt's a fuss.

Hurting from a muscle memory of eating protein & running the machine into the ground funeral pyre

Removing the words from the thoughts of discourse & intercourse of the forces Earth, Wind & Fire

Punks with lilly livers and their progeny who survive on generosity of the Christians in the lion's den

Comin' home & all around the infield's kentucky blue grass, a slide with spikes flyin', I'm comin' in.

Getting around to the same place I started from & this time I know it, I used to forget then I got #woke

Always been right before but now I've got plausible deniability for my recourse being a challenge poke

To take an impossible position believing that contradictions of a grinch's Truthdom is my wander lust

If it's true it could also be false, up and down, top to bottom & all around the planet, we're cosmic dust.

Aces & deuces are wild and I've got a full house of King & Jack boys, queen too busy makin' apple pie

Winning everything on the table as if there was a magic spell put on the shuffled decks, on a cut crew

Finally everybody was all in and the winner was going to take it all home, all bluffs cut to the chase too

Pairs and trips, straights & flushes but no full house threes over twos, I win, it's all over, at a third eye.

Somber sombreros fillin' the crowd's throng of heads, colors, whitey black & full of minds of Man

Daughters of the fathers who either loved or hated them for reasons beyond anyone's control, be a fan

All you can do is go with the current, it's the only way to row your boat until it slams into a hard rock

Then you'll understand what joy was when it's gone like a thief in the night, Tupelo honey on a block.

It's nobody's fault that a child grows up into a miscreant, a ne'er-do-well for the duration, Troll toll

It's all a matter of paying off the karma you, we, he or she has earned in an incarnation of hot soul

Living this here & that there is all it's about, don't know why but I punched out Betty's yang or ying

First date & the last time she'll ever date anyone but me, chewin' my black jack gum, Richard's king.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER 2nd, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 5:55 PMPST Mardi

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#ThisKindOfLoveIsHardToFINDbutEasyToLose #BringItOnDownNow @TheGentrys #LoverSpatSpitInFascia

 

IF & ONLY IF A SLOWHAND KNEW WHAT I KNOW, LET'S GO BRANDON

Eleven apostles who did their best to pig out on the ping pong darkness' fool stop

It's not that you can feel the pressure in the stench of some hookers' zitto pimple

Songs sung by the ping pong champs in the middle of one dark god's damn simple

Not for you or me but for everybody & that includes the whole shebang's holdup.

It's not for me to say out loud but nobody can stop me from thinking, therefore, I am

One with the underlying spirit moving undercover of the organic bones' in pond scum

Here and there we've all come across the insanity of being ill, under the weather haze

Purple it is or it was until the trip was over & the trails disappeared like thinnin' hair.

Scenes in perpetual repitition, nearly ad infinitum for no good reason, it is just because

No other proof that there's any higher power other than Death itself, that's all, our fuss

Fallout from the aerial assault and the creepy ones on land & the sea, marines give up

Never could before but innocence & fierce drive is trumped by a hallucination tea cup.

Being far away from the Truth is useful when you're headed into the black of the Void

Only music & rhythm's rhyme gettin' the prose to become a poem, love's sick android

Among the throngs, all crowd control is all hyper-cyborg, robots on security God sends

Do no harm to the humans, only restraint at minimum, instant unconscious obedience.

All security have the larger than normal ears to have their heads stand out from others

Like radar they hear the first call for help or a first punch on skulls & the rib bone spurs

Nobody has a life exactly like another's, mothers, fathers, orphans of a real, slow hand

Everybody knows Truth is that nobody knows, knockin' on your door now, blind band!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER 2, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 07:11 hours

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#Dreams #Disappointments #CeLive #KeepLaughing #SweetTupeloHoney

DOIN' A RHUMBA WITH NO HITCH IN MY GIDDYUP, AIN'T DEAD YET MAN

If and only if you don't lie to me, I'll always be honest with you, a piece of cake & a cup of tea

Never do any wrong like wrongs were done to me, I recall those days, weeks, years of fight

For the liberty to do anything under heaven, writing, playing music, singing, teaching to me

To always do unto everybody you meet as though you are doing unto your own true selfie.

We need to be the first cause of the corrections to the trajectory of quicksilver lightening

For better or worse, the thing playing with my mind escaped before a diamond ruby ring

Out my window it's clear that night is darkness deep or at the edge of the dimension too

Of the mice & men whose purpose appears identical, God's riff of Jehovah Witness' hairdo.

School girls moved my mojo around thirteen & it was all downhill from there, slippery slope

One ride worth repeating ad infinitum, can't repeat it exactly but it was ecstatic & all dope

Studied 'til I finished the autopilot's animation, nothin' meant to last, quitters created strife

What I did with that was well, nothing at all, two retirement pensions, husband of my wife.

Assembly is required from the beat of the tom toms, rhythm & lead breakin' in on the bass

Right back to an origin where you once were & knew you'd get back there some day at last

Here and now, dark stage playin' the work of Northside blood, in flight of an angelic deed

Meaning neither more nor less than you ain't saint, all saints, blood's Id came, I am a seed.

Beasts came before the evolution of the beauty, down by the river flow of currents & rock

From the volcano crossroads up close to the sky's padlock on a spirit of One, a puppet sock

Seekin' the way to the place that doesn't shoot your body full of foreign DNA/RNA emotion

Blood carrying the imposters to the heart and brain until the antibodies crush the intrusion.

Mister or mistress of the form & matter can only follow the beats' narrow, round the bends

Down the middle of the fork where the road ends & just leaves you there waiting for ends

Nevermore to come before the throne of the lies where the well meaning are enemy mine

Software & virtual hauntings merge into the still of the night's holy ghostly altarboy sign.

First it was the 50's 60's & 70', suddenly it's the 20's, but who imagined a leased splotch

I don't recall signing the misconception agreement prior to my first mitosis, a sixth sense

Yet I have no other choice but to take the bull by the horns, one guilty pleasure's subplot

Lusting love. too humane, above the down low, vaccinated apes, kill dead's booster shot.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER Ist, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 4:20 somewhere, in the doo wop single mode link @ https://youtu.be/DdWQyeAH0Ig & @Grateful_Dead LINK @  }

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