#MoralityCompass #PointThatSheetMagneticNorth #GoManGo #ZZT

L'IL PAULITA & A FARMER'S SHAMBALA

If this ain't all about Pablo Picasso then you'll probably dig the blues of the scree

It's harmless to the innocent because they'll be oblivious to forever pending doom

Not their role to do anything other than just to be & live in tranquility just like me

I'll be right back, I've got to take a quick snooze, a reprieve from all daily gas zoom.

I appreciate the mirrors all around my consciousness so I can see 360 degrees of signs

Not what I wanted, nothing I bargained for in the alpha nor in the omega of clear lines

All one & the same mortal bones, drugged 'til unconsciously Marx' amorphous to boot

Responsible for your great ancestors you never knew, all your fault, too humane fruit!

Right is all that's left ... on the other hand, here's the wisdom in ignorance, wise ass

Simple men with less than simple minds create the reality you'll see before she dies

Mother Earth's invisible prison of your twilight zone, see nothing & know it all fries

A solar origin 93 million miles from God, ours from Adam to quantum leaped glass.

What I am is what you are, what we'll achieve without my rational thoughtlessness

Rocket science of my chemistry and physics, biology and mathmatics' quantum fizz

Peeking behind the death mask you have in your future, nobody sees gods comin' in

Fast ball breakin' bad down into the outside corner, Thor's dick's in the dirt, swingin'.

Onto the bandwagon we've jumped upon the philosophy of existential realism, moron

Future is ahead just as the historical hysteria that's been foisted upon our soul is gone

Into thin air as if it was never, ever alive anywhere in Space & Time, presence all I am

I've consumed ideal thoughts of the scribes who scribbled for the blind, dumb & weak.

Whole, half or fractional greater or less than zero, -1 to +1 twilight zone of yo' maz-tit

Offended as you ought to be since you should accept your guilt for your own disrespec'

It ain't my fault that you've disregarded the golden rule, the categorical imperative hit

In the pink punks on the corner who now collect the donations in church, it's the chit!

Special investigation of all common denominators reveals nothing but wasted Times

All of them from the first to the final gasp of gas, here and now, all are sweet nothin'

Bright or dim, it's all the same thing, a holiday of holy days, everyday a word rhymes

You're no idiot after all is said & done, your ma & pa were neither ghosts' of a One.

Metaphysical forget the physical, vice versa ad infinitum, then eyes wide open die

Lookin' for trouble, findin' it from the womb to womb, coffin or tomb, earn an urn

Super men and women are not immortal, kryptonite is just a heart stopper begun

Climax infusion into flower buds, a corpse's mind triggers a double barrel shotgun.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER XIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini, Vendredi @09:11 AM MST

{ Cruised & got bruised, #WOOOradio #DoubleBarrel by @DaveAndAnsellCollins on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/H_7Kx2FlFQY }

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#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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#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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