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CHINA WHITE BOTTLE OF CAPITAL FUNK, ALL IS CAPUT

Superior, Michigan, Huron, Erie & Ontario, water of great lakes left over from the good times

When men and women were not evolved or created yet, nobody cared about making it crosses

Moving forward or backward is a reminder that you'll someday stop forever, atrophy rhymes

All out syncopation with the sequence of cause and effect, the effects precede the 1st Causes.

It's all over when it's over, forgone conclusion from false premises deduce Nothing in Nirvana

Dead in a box or dust in the wind blowin' the fragments into oblivion, encounter the third kinds

Known to be the Many, the tide of humanity pulls and pushes everything from worm to Santa

Deductions are the conclusions to die for, to live for and to be changed with all four low winds.

Minds evolved from stone, rock and star dirt in a perfect world get to heaven or hell in the end

From a conceived egg of DNA, the cell multiplies into the shapes & forms of random collisions

In the air or underwater, all of it is the gas that the sun exhausted, amen to flatulent original sin

Bad or good smells, odor or agressive scent, it's all One & the same, Life as we know it, chagrin.

Woke up at 4:00 AM just to be awake when the Time comes to animate the dead bodies' bones

Walking dead more than a nightmare, a daymare of what is really the Truth about life on Earth

Accident without any purpose to be alive, experiencing the days & nights ad infinitum as drones

Moving until the sleep of consciousness knocks out the presence, dream in a dream's afterbirth.

Peers of our forefathers wrote Words conveying the Way to think & live life like a champion dog

Just waiting for the master to feed and groom the body hair, to find a place to bury soul T-bones

As if there's no other way to breathe, it appears the only other way is to be all dead & bygones

Sunlight is the Starpower outside of Hollywood, all we need to get by, clean cuts in a brain fog.

Who vaccinated the people who died at the concert?  Injected the venom of anxiety in an artery

Mind and body at one or divided into two or more splits of personality, all of it is One for history

Beginning at the alpha premonition of living in the present while recalling the melody of timing

To be or not to be DNA jelly, electrolite IV drippin' #Fake Time's rigor mortis' mortal wounding.

First caused movement either a gravitational collapse or a supernova explosion, it's a low blow

Nothing you or I can do about any of it, no blind faith or true knowledge in the fiber Tic Tac Toe

Cheese is the coagulated milk from the animal teats that nurture the animality of their genome

Nature & nurture will never be anything other than mortality's immortals, The Soul went home!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER 10th, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 3:33 AMPST

{ Conjob implemented by dead guys recorded words about deeds of gods, while listenin' to @WARtheBand #DontLetNooneGetYouDown youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MEqhJqudKOY }

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#FullEffort #SpecialUnsavoryDelivery #MeatTreeCam

ON A WOKE, STENCH OF BADLANDS' SWEET PILES OF SMILES

Mortal mankind cosigns of flesh, overwealming a will to survive, ghosts get hung upon oak trees

Timber & iron spikes to show the other ones who would follow a shepherd, a cross ain't for me

I prefer the stealth mode which allows invisibility due to keeping the pie hole shut air & blown

Out and in the drifting fly, up & down the eddy, down the whirlpool where big ones are down.

Telling the Truth is a matter of perspective, what's true when I say the word may not have been

Even a moment ago, a day or a year ago, it's who you're telling the Truth to that counts, I mean

What I say is the Truth as I tell it to the person I tell it to, it's all they need to know, I make calls

Fabricated or accurately related, in the end it's all academic, hungry get fed to the bloody balls.

In or out of clubhouses rockin' on Saturday night, girls wanna dance 'til midnight then disappear

I always tried to get the name & number but the # was always wrote wrong, no cells back there

It must have been my failure to record or got the wrong number intended by my foxy, hot prey

Wanted to dance after the band stopped the music, out to the price to pay for a roll in the hay.

Power of silence when you're layin' down at the banks of that Green River comin' from Mount

Forever recollected as if it was the moment that the momentum was shifted into overdrive, son

Not because it was my choice, my free will absent but because of my reaction, being prey's fun

Lookin' for the predator and killin' the threat to the family, the species of good gods, so devout.

Strange nights and blinded days filling the time lines with random values of atomic Space's sea

Complex and simple, gravitational collapse due to an uncontrollable attraction to magnetic chi

It's not you nor anything else on the planet that has anything to do with the plays ont he stage

Of love's waves in pleasure & pain, whiskey drunks on the freeway, finale of our destiny's rage.

From above and below the hearts & souls created out of thin air, crumbled. dirty bones' ash

Dumped or safely deposited into a safe place, away from home in case home's a holy stache

Proof that you're empty of guilt is the recollection of your life before your birth's blank slate

A sweet nation of desserts for the predators of onion stars dying for Earth water's hot date.

Pretending to be serious about the facts of life, never told to me by the guardians who knew

Finding a mate to procreate humans or to correlate ape's trials & tribulations of a slow screw

To mourn at the death of the other is all you can hope for but I ain't goin' down first or last bro

Everlasting spirit I found in the junk yard guarded by the mad dogs, got high 'til I got down low.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER IXth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 7:11 PMPST

{ Drafted while listenin' to @Santana #SomewhereInHeaven from #Milagro link @ https://youtu.be/MpLgkhlj3Bw }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#CoolLosers #BraveBabies #FallenLeavesForTheFirstTimesAdInfinitum #BrianWilson @ZZT @BareNakedLadies @KoolAndTheGang #SeptemberFusciaFugue

BUMS & GOD'S DAMS, FORTY TWO TUESDAYS IN A BARE, NAKED CITY

It's not my mistake that there's a malfunction at the junction of Lippincott & Main boulevard

I got here in a rush of blood and a place in space that a baby couldn't handle, cacoon ace card

But it was a necessary function of the coming to be a baby, all too human just like l'il ol' me

And you well, you're far ahead of where ever I've been, I'm still makin' lovely mistakes I see?

Skirts swayin' to the backbeat & rhythm that nobody can buy, it just comes out of nowhere, Sings

As if it's something Angels put forth without even gettin' credit for it, oh my, sharp dressed Wings

A sound of the voice with the melodious syncopation, ringin' in all dusty ears, clearin' all the Way

Can't be let down from the fierce beats of whatever comes when the conception knights the day.

Top hats & top coats, black shirts, white gloves & then she comes out the darkness of never was

Always will be the Way of the warrior's middle path between the gods' goods & the living's deal

It's all about the #HotShot of #Hotsie who walked down here in the middle of the god's phqn mud

Blown tops, pole to pole, all around an equatorial, planetary malfunction of the asteroid cow cud.

There is not going to be another world after the one you got right here & right now, don't see It

Don't have the blind faith of the poor and rich humanitarian deists or polytheists, ever an athiest

What is happening in the mind of the ultra trained parochial boy of mumbo jumbo, danm nihilist

Gone nowhere on Earth after bones don't animate on a gravitational pull, I'm spin cuz, mama's Is.

Grounded out of the womb, in love's arms of one, shocked face of my first human expose, mama!

From there it was all gravy to seventy when I started kickin' and screamin' about leavin' vs. my Jill

To be or not to be, the Dust, Jesus left Chicago bound for New Orleans, it IS all about Jack & a Hill

For, by & of the People, got paid a pocket full of change for a Bad Smell's parkin' cars for grandpa.

Hey, I'm lucky they told me not to swing for the fences, so I didn't or well, at least I read G. Orwell

From Chicago to Texas, Mississippi, Montana, Washington & California, where It all dead stopped

With or without who & what I came with to the foothills of invisible forty niners fool's gold scrum

Lived on top and spread it on down to the Sierra's rock bottoms & a whole species of fat bottoms.

Why and where you come and go, between your work & your home, in between two stored nuts

Safe place, safehouse or somewhere too high & dangerous for felons & farmers to cut deeper ruts

From some point of view other than the one you get when you're asleep, dreaming fake, I'm all in

A moment in Time's Space, gone way back, bare, naked & hot light all around, invisible, bare skin.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER IXth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 6:55 AMPST, #MardiGras every day!

{ Blew out of my blowhole this AM while jammin' to @ZZT HITS link @ https://youtu.be/8tMRbEeCL9g & @bAREnAKElADIES #OldApartment & HITS @ https://youtu.be/Pv7kodfFXpA?t=1 }

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