Nickelback, John, Trower & Santana Stevie Ray Vaughan #TwilightZone I'm the jelly for the peanut butter on white bread! BadaBaing #AwayWeGo #Honeymooners #LooneyTunes

CRITICAL RACING & A WOKE RAT, FAKE FEAR OF TWILIGHT ZONE'S GATE

Ships sail from grandfathers' loins & grandmothers' welfare cash & food stamp living ends

In or out of the war and peace given to the good, bad and ugly who get OMG water bends

Truth is there is nothing but the below average lies about it, what it is, unholy fatal alibis

Calls from near or far from the origin, hearing is hard and inaudible, I read the soul's eyes.

Dead even with the blind & crippled left necessary & sufficient, corner of 5th & old Johnson

Just like back in the day's grade school of philosophy and a nudge to struggle on, thunder on

To the dance that started before you were born & it'll be here, you are so very, very unkind

As if you're not aware that you're drivin' blind faith into a dead end, fat bottom bottle sign.

In no time at all, all changes from how it was into how it'll be, a dragon bucket of Robinhood

Not long before you realize that noone gets to hold sweetness too long, it's all pretty good

Small 'g' is the precious son of a precocious One & only, alpha beta boulevard's ugly red spill

As it is above us, so it will be the same way down below here's now, two wheels of overkill.

Symptomatic of the feeling, smells, sounds tastes of the waste of MASH hospital blue bloods

In the pool, warm as the sun and nourishing as the nipples of the goddess' rosy rouge buds

Something stands in the way only if you & I allow it, it's an impediment to one #TicTok toke

To foster our failure of the mission, to avoid the accomplishment of being one oh so #Woke.

I was full house, aces over queens & just put my entire purse to ride the easy, a dirty ruse

My hand was true but the loser thought not so he shot me in the head, now I am all dead

Got nothing but what I learned that time at the round table, no cheating, win and you lose

Your life in hands of sore losers ain't ever safe, you've got control over whatever I just said.

No balls to wrap a chain around another man's neck, a fair fight if it's hand to Johnson splat

Blood's fine until the ending, when someone calls The Force a rolling river of stars can't scat

Down lower than waist high, respect of the character & will power of the oldest idiot sensai

Under trees, learned the hard way, hit my head in a wide open state, six feet up, high to die.

Clearing your throat and the stage just to get some applause for an encore to the late finale

I wouldn't raise the curtain or unlock the stage's back door for exit, burned the house down

Hung out at the arcade until the murder of the kid who hit his head in a fist fight, he was me

Before my time, so used my deceased power to proliferate the burnt leaves of Moe & Mary.

Under the apple tree there's no knowledge, that's under the cherry tree with the spit pits

Filled full of joy juice and sounds from heavenly angels who keep the rhythm & the beats

One to the many the stream keeps rollin' from mountain down to the sea, shackels unfair

Free to move about until the last gasp of pain, you never know when but why?  Dead air.

Eternal sunshine only until the planet atrophies into a supernova or a neutrino toy particle

Humble yourself now or later, sooner the better for the sake of a peace of mind's fake hell

Created out of nothing but the crash of volcanic ash, genii who grant three wishin' to freaks

Peanuts, pistachio nuts OK, all food for rats to feed upon, acute pain's undiluted pipsqueeks.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER 3rd, 2021 Anno Domini @ 4:44 PMPST Mercredi Twilight Zone

{ Jammed to @Nickelback vs. @Creed on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/h9zwsk61Gcs & @TwilightToberZone #BestOf @ https://youtu.be/Jo4m4FqTUlY }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GiveMoreThanYouGot #GiveItAllUpForNow #CosmikDebris #AllSkynyrd #AllSantana #BigLebowskism

BOY SCOUT RANDO COOKIES' #WOKE COW'S MILK

It's never just one click away from alien Truth, we all know it, every terrestrial tongue in cheek

Humanity cancelled anthropological subculture, a black hole is now #woke DNA, a cyborg geek

Neighbors cannot be dependent on your judgement, you're self prejudiced, survive your seeker

At all costs and no matter who gets in the way, never jump off the cliff & I mean that, forever.

Get the whole cow milk, it must be chocolate milk because the new Oreos are doubled up bad jizz

I can't eat all three rows of the joy and future tribulation of the metabolized counter revolution

It's completely out of my personal control, my will has nothing to do with high acting rot gut fizz

My body sent a message to my mind's eye that some day I was gonna die, but wait, I'm 70 kids!

Oh, that's right, older that I think about seven decades of fun in the sun, in a closet's dark horse

Fun until the bitter end when you've got to leave it all behind for the rigor mortis of the corpse

Where the funky soul goes, where the rest of the chunks of LIFE GO when turnin' into scat dust

Nothing personal, no offense to divinity's blind faith patrons and new world's order communist.

Right to bear arms with fully loaded, double Oreo's sugar white, a horrible blue sky, be so #woke

Dark, but it's gonna be fine once Mortality takes over our ancient gnome inheritance, cherry pie

My matters regarding the life of ease & forgetting about a pending doom in all the white rooms

Comin' for the sheriff's guns and rifles, anti-mob weaponry of various calibre & witches' brooms.

It's not like I wanted to be up here in the attic above your mother's house, it's my thing to suffer

Look into any mystery coming into your awareness and you'll find no happy ending, no panacea

Yet, it's all your mother and father, sisters and brothers, cousins, friends & foes know, one AHA

Computer tomahawk choppin' the series of world's end of life, Earth's coffin of dead dust baker.

Persnickity yet grounded in Substance ground out of the imaginary Forms of Ideas' in Categories

Do not pass out before you realize the meaning of incomprehensible words from nun dictionaries

Dream within a dream but not awake in it, asleep boys & girls evolve into preachin' rector zoos

It's the filling of your balloon to fly high above & below the trifles of sweet home Chicago blues.

Icing on the cake is honesty being the lonliest word on a plane of survival, holy water's apemen

What else could this be other than a random collection of randos & bettys who get god-shamen

To show the way of the ignorant mass of bacteria and viral infections, coming from smoke-soot

These guys who inseminated us, #Cookie mothers of bums & junkies, spit wet, #woke milk caput.

Conservative and the Whig Party now Progressive Radicals pretend it all makes no different chit

Whether you personally win or lose for you & your family & friends, you lose to your 6th sense

No score in the end, finished with a zero, even an overtime didn't end the Dream, robots will it

Logic and reason will rise to the pinnacle of the illusion of mortality with immortality of a dunce.

To be or not to be the guilty pleasure I was sent to experience Nothing & that's what it's all about

A syllogistic phenomenon of epic proportionality, a never ending epilogue, solitary coffins all RIP

Without any reason to inform the ignorant & naive, the Truth remains as loose as ever, boyscout

Whatever comes and goes out of my pie hole, that's all that's finnicky about my trip, smoke, dip!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER IIIrd, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 9:11 AMPST

{ Drafted on behalf of nobody but the oneness you'll know by the @Santana #Supernatural runes @ https://youtu.be/kusyUCtaY-M & #Amigos #EarthsCryHeavenSmiles @ https://youtu.be/BlW8rblRbMw #TheDude @JeffBridges link @ https://youtu.be/xJjCnWm5cvE }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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.

by

r j j  stephan, i

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

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F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?