#BigPotatoRocksDirtGold #SNAP #Cruisin' @SmokeyRobinson

DRILL PERFECT HOLES INTO AMBIENT TIPS, CONCRETE & STEEL *

Walking, burrowing or flying every form of life moves from conception to hind insight

Giving it everything you got in the magic trick bag because that's the way it ought to be

Without the abra cadabra it's never going to be a serious bit of reality's too cool byte

Givin' it everything you got in the hidden backpack, bass back beatin' down to the sea.

Fearing the absence of lightening & thunder, brighter bluster's consequent angel dust

Out of control of the Super Ego & the identical twin Ego, first movers of the dirty dogs

Without being in the pack, there's no family to teach the way, every dog's got a Betty

The end of the dance is abrupt because the attraction's just pretending, in all honesty.

Did you think I would let the day pass without putting my faith in pork chops and a liar

A miraculousity, I think, woke I am, intent is everything, things themselves, loser's balls

 little like you and a lot like me, it's the way of the martyr, onto a holy, hot funeral pyre

Be burned & tortured 'til a brain turns a mind off like ol' God's dam or o'er Hoover falls.

Throwing grandma & grandpa off of the cliff is the way of the wimpy warrior, gash licks

Untidy yet nothing false about a single Truth, every picture's same old song, "It's Done"

Males & females of every species have an agressive scent both in & out of twitter clicks

Unrung bellwether, sheep leader ready to phuq the flock, silent gold, Let's Go Brandon!

Cock-eyed or cross-eyed changes a world's view of reality, coast to coasts' dirty scribes

On being models of battleships' jet fighters used to disperse a holy fold's #Woke tribes

Here and now in the present, rather than there & then in the past or future, It is alive

Soul in the invisible realm of nowhere in sight, out of mind, just a concept of God life.

With quantum physics, there's an epic realization that only few comprehend, not many

Possible & probable are two different squirts of Truth, a zombi of Delta-8 Henny Penny

It's not amnesia but a will to Power of selective recollections, like an ambient amnesiac

Around concrete & steel disasters in 80 hours, it is done, kings & queens got whacked!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER Vth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 7:07 hours, keep sending garbage reporting out to this egg scramble of #FakeNews.  * HeaderIsSalvidorDaliCopy

{ #HeadsAreCrushedByFallingSkies @ChickenLittle flummox the upchuck, the fox licks boots & I drafted this #DarlingOfVendrediAM while listenin' to @MontgomeryGentry #WhereIComeFrom & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/W3_jbjrCJSM & @zztop #ConcreteAndSteel cd link @ https://youtu.be/jmPiDy0U3cE  & LIVE in Jersey (2003) link @ https://youtu.be/JLqZsqdOrfY  }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#FistsOfFuryAndMasterLee @TomAndJerryInfiniteClips @MilesDavis @AC/DC

DUDE!  ALL BLACK JACK & CHINA WHITE @Miles_Davis

I've got one thing to say before it gets too late & it may be already, I got your six licks

You may need some back-up or mondo reinforcements just in case the Tik Tok clicks

In a deluge or a sunami depending on your point of silent awareness, the doom is It

Nothing like rewards or punishments when there's no bones to keep the brain split.

It is not one man or one woman within the DNA, it's all of the others too in millenia

Opportunity knocked and the musician, the poet, the miscreant pauper of high life

Refused to accept the pleasance of transitory pleasure that's soon to expire, a wife

But not a woman on this planet with me, in fact no woman at all, like intelligencia.

Let go of Brandon, it was always Biden and the call was changed by the liberal dick

Formally the only one who said that anybody said, Let's Go Brandon was a dipstick

One challenge is to set the record straight and then watch the deception resume it

In spades, tragically nothing was ventured & nothing was gained, a Liberal had a fit.

Always with us all, you & I know as well as any, an incarnated soul that's outta reach

A little bit of the whole cosmos' animated soul inside of the orange & Georgia peach

Whole shebang comes loose with the shoulders and hips, a holy head's in fire's pinch

Stars' spirits all cool blue, the crusader Rosy Cross execution, top secret monkey pitch.

A secret you've come to find out is no secret at all, it's a ruse to control the holy fear

Of mice and men who hold reward and punishment sacrosanct to learned behavior

Here and now is where it's at, I know, you know, we all know the end comes to reap

What was never yours or mine, the stuff that occupies the Space & Time of a creep!

One spirit in charge of fake trials & tribulations, naked ape-monkeys who all do the do

No freedom to choose only the whip, the belt, the threat of harm of loved ones so, too

Common denominator in the fractional number less than the One, does not exist now

Never was and never will be fair, it's an imaginary concept all by itself, DNA, #Mancow.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Blovember IVth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 17:47 hours PST

{ Sifted a head cheese dictionary for this fodder of the bums & junkies, listenin' to #KindOfBlue #LegacyEdition @MilesDavis (1959) link @ https://youtu.be/swtyZ09Lgk8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

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 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?