#FlightOfTheFreaksInSpace #RememberTheAlamo

SUNSET SURFIN' IN A RED POLKA DOT BIKINI

Pennies from heaven's tips but money doesn't grow on trees? What?  OIC

Therefore, smoke the trees because it's a new day fronting a skeleton key

Lucky to have been innocent & kept alive by cool, caring lions, bears & fox

Once in their lairs & caves but now just a handy #CandyMan out the Bronx.

You might've had a dad that just got lucky & put you in an itty bitty hot box

Just 'cause someone completed One climax in this Void's beautifully dead

All of the living and the dead are One and the same thing, we worship head

Check out the humane traditions of indoctrination into the futility of rocks.

Put the needle in the groove so you can tune into the vibrations A, B, C, D

E, F & G, sharp & flat, minor, major, diminished & sevenths, it's dumb free

I mean free dumb as opposed to bein' a real tough cookie, light my hot fire

In vain, it's all for nothing because nothing will last beyond a l'il spare tire.

Best shot went through the target before conscious perception got it to see

When ya know it could happen to you when you're young at heart, you got it

All of the unknown causes are workin' their magic wavelength hi-frequency

No, never to know the rhythm & rhymes, just skin wrinkles, lights out, chit!

This isn't a joke but it is the funniest thing I've heard all day, I cannot go on

Ending of story or maybe not but I shout 'Let's go Brandon', Ironman's gone

I don't want the booby prizes, the things you get from Aid to Dependant Kin

Just because I always thought there was a landslide after zits left my skin.

Leftover fire, rain, sun glow and a material world of fanatical sycophants

Paid at the end for the service performed, an advance of #RINO elephants

Always or never make it to a house of pain in New Orleans, voodoo witch

Ruined by rum & tequilla, Mississippi 151, got it, son, bikinis on the beach.

I'm just gonna kiss and make up with the beauty that's all through with me

She'd say, "Kiss this!  Goodbye," then she'd walk, way too far away to see

Behind her I saw the swing and sway I'd never catch a gander at ever again

Empty and holy vacuum left without the form of her matter, she's a fox, Sin.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER 14th, 2021 Anno Domini, Dimanche @ 7:11 AMPST

{ Drafted while listenin' to @RunDMC in a loop #ItsLikeThat on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/_hN1SKVx31s & @Beachboys #SurfinSafari link @ https://youtu.be/IMChBJZUDK8}

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MissionUnaccomplished #TheWayItIs #RunDMC #ZZTop

GOOD INTENTIONS OF MACHIAVELLI, REVOLUTIONARY STONE THROATS

Nobody calculates six sides, thirty six combinations' one to six, double die's womb of Homer cash

Only the empty Void above & beyond this flat ground that is wet or dry mud, left over allstar ash

A desert and the gas in liquid form, in solid form, in the form of sentient and imbecilic beings' kin

On the party and the pow wow for brothers & sisters who love the gods' dead wrong mortal sin.

You came and got your love from the center of what being is, a cellular divide and a soul infusion

To die for or to live for, you'll come and get your love if you have none, it's everywhere to back in

Parkin' in the no parking spaces just for the tow job, free to me, I just shop & drop, presto magic

Life of a reposession man or woman is the main tool of the loan sharks without a star, not a click.

Babies either abort or grow a minute in or so, a more brief moment in the millennia, just to die

Stone engraving with a name, date & clever sign or phrase, maybe if you're lucky to get respect

Many of the few who survive have no idea what happens when they'll die, a Pina Colada secret

In or out of a satiated hunger for being in the company of a body, anybody but a fouled up guy.

Curtsy & bow down at the waist if you must because in the end, it's not all about the Benjamins

We'll all see what Nothing looks like up close & personal, with or without our holy recollections

Elders of wisdom passing life philosophy's facts of life to the progeny from the ancestry of men

We're all here for no reason other than to man-up happiness & avoid pain & suffering women.

Because the First Cause preceded all of the effects which occured since that day Earth glowed

There's no way to be certain of any one Truth that we are the fools of a synchopated overload

But all the preponderance of evidence suggests that the situation's hopeless & we burn incense

We've no choice to settle down with brass tacks, it's all about strugglin' for life-death avoidance.

Reminders that the food we bite, chew and swallow was once alive and kicking above and below

Turning quickly into burnt calories for moving the machine we all are, wasted Time, we gotta go

I'll never be on my knees in my right mind, unless tortured to the brink of death, bambood nails

From Louisiana to a North Pole, I took the Mississippi with me, painted on my pirate ship's sails.

Entered the fray without knowing that predators would prowl around my poor little peewee skin

Got old and settled those scores, evened 'em up and they all took it on the chin, memory was IN

Guilt and the payback were a high price to pay for being a malfunctioning genome of the species

DNA didn't fit into the evolutionary process to be the one that survives the fitness' eggs & testes.

Retaliation can't be found when you find the end doesn't fit into faith's conception, how she rolls

The least you can do is come back & give the others left alive, a signal, signs like Dead Sea Scrolls

In swamps to the top of icy, snow-cap volcano montains, we used to be good to go with the flow

Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, friends, throw snake eyes, intent's everything, no jobs to blow.

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r j j  stephan, i

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

{ Dripped out of my mind while listenin' to @ZZTop RIP #DustyRhodes LINK @ https://youtu.be/OzxjkXfSVd8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?