#DreamLover #WaitJustAMinute #WakeThePhuqUp #MeImAlreadyGone

 

PTSD IN MA & PA WORLDWIDE BATTLES, DON'T GIVE ME THAT

HAPPY VETERANS' DAY BROTHERS & SISTERS *

To be or not to be me's the question to those who gave it all, suicidal thug-life's New York Minute

It doesn't matter if you are personally hopeless or helpless being an all too human being in orbit

Around in a circular jerk all about the sun, a burning out old star spinnin' down a black hole debt

Blown away before the end of the battles for rice patty dominance, rights to the last kiss of mud.

We all are not dead yet, some of us lived past our duty to God & our country, no time to zoom

Tell me what my dad told me way before I actually knew what he meant, nobody knows anything

Meaning that knowledge itself was impossible for any human to accomodate, Truth is a vacuum

Live every day as if it's your last on Earth, that way you may be wrong but just do the right thing.

Never act to intentionally hurt or hinder another human unless injury's required, then kill a fish

For cracked nutcases without a moral compass may or may not present themselves, raw hot dish

Here and now you're just dreaming that you were in a war's battle, we died slowly way too young

On foreign soil, blown gaskets leaked the fluid needed to stay alive & conscious, dead and gone.

Blowin' #Taps, closin' the door again for the bones underground, not dust in the forty winds

I was here and enjoyed the fruit of the sacrafices my dear species' kin, old dead kids' rewinds

None too proud to beg for another day and night but the fact of life cannot be a factoid skit

Meaning nothing other than this Struggle to Survive is true but the alternative is a finale exit.

Buzz of snowflakes comin' down outta thin air lighting weightless upon a hot Space, God schitz

Or maybe it was just a random, luck of fixed draw in the tripping collisions of atomic cool aid

Improbability is the subject and predication is a necessary condition for comprehension's fits

Check the correct boxes & fill in the correct, blank multiple choices, are you in a 3rd grade?

 Shine on infrared-cosmic waves of grey/black skies, shoot up & burn troll lip's on a word scree

Electricity costs less today, y'all than it did fifty five years ago, hail stone Mt. Rushmore POTUSi

Once I'm long gone, you'll be too one day before or after me, only then, bada bing bada boom

What it means to be dead, just like before conception in a womb, annhilation in a stoney tomb.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER XIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 6:66 AMPST

{ Drafted without any #TrendingTweet while listenin' to #OldiesButGoldies @Carol by @NeilSedaka & #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/WRStPjlBJqk }

* @Natalie_Wood at the bottom!  #RIP NAT!

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#StiffCompetition #DeadAndGone #Winning #KickinItAlive

FOGGY BOTTOM SPY BY A 'SIPPI RIVERBANK, GOLDEN CAMPFIRE, PASSIN' ROUNDS

You can't come in, smokin' & preachin' to a choir, all of us born before a hammer went down

From darkness' edge of your mama's thighs, you come to my turf & you're at billy goat's bluff

Losers lose and you are one indeed, prepare to see the repercussions of your white trash stuff

Kicks out of the jokes on me & you, twisted the rope and shot the hot pants above thigh high.

Loose as a power steering wheel driven by a hydromatic transmission, liquidated chemical gin

Until the time comes, the utter lack of anything the light shines upon means the void is my kin

Fortunate that I found out the Truth before it was too late, which may have come to blows

There's still some time, a few hours and then tomorrow will be yesterday's day after It goes.

Triangles & squares runnin' the hound dogs out of their mothers' basements, I like to boogie

Sudden impact of earning money & giving it to an owner of rental property, buying food, I see

No more drinkin' or smokin' or partyin' with my friends and relatives, it's all over a back hall

Joined the away team, been away forty somethin' years, seen too many things, I can't recall.

Bears and lions trippin' with the wolves and becoming the eaters of the living daylight borne

To the schizophrenic divinity that may be one, two, three or a polygonic e-slice of corn pone

Punks from the orphanage all found their mothers' computer files, the clowns released a fox

In the beginning at the outset of the time before we invented sundials, hand & digital clocks.

Plain truth is sad girls populated their fathers' houses and escaped before the ending sealed

Many kisses or just a few, all the people were happy sometimes, nobody's peach got pealed

Function of the foundation is to place something to pretend about, smarter than a gun's son

Nothing else to do other than find a solution to the conundrum, provide a shoulder to cry on.

Hell above froze over and Heaven below malfunctioned, they disintegrated into holy smoke

No luck has anything to do with it, it's all an act of intent & will to cause the things, we woke?

Hummin' along with the tune, didn't write the words and can't fake the rhymes 'til the finale

It'll be over when it's over, like it or not, last gasp, eyes stuck wide open, as good as dead, pal.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER Xth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 7:27 AMPST

{ Jammed alternating between @Everlast #TheLifeAcoustic https://youtu.be/AuZQRvD8RBM & @AlexanderKing #Reincarnated @ https://youtu.be/gRos2slL97I & @KidRock #GreatestHITS @ https://youtu.be/W3EmxQCKsmw }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

@TowerOfPower @WartheBand @BobDylan @MichaelJackson

 

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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W.W.A.R.D.?