#SkinInTheGame #ThisIsTheRuleNONE #NoManicManic #JesusJustLeftChicago #WhipItUp #DEVO #ZZT & SANTANA/KROGER #GlennFrey #MariahCarey

FULL RECOLLECTION OF ID & EGO INVISIBLE SOUL-self, GODS' DAM RIVERWATER

My pops used to tell me personally that he believed I may have been switched at birth

That I didn't look like him nor my mom meant I was a sort of test tube embryonic stith

Now roaming the planet's continents only to come home & stay in the best gold states

Place in Space welcomed my heart & soul with Eagle's songs & indian powwow fates.

Try to avoid dwelling on the conclusive doom resulting from your proverbial ball busts

Pretending that your friend's confidence in your word is infinite, your first lie disgusts

Meaning that nothing can repair being disappointed by a confidente, deep in exile jail

In 208 bones' only weakness when the love ends and severs the tie, tiny thugs for sale.

Used to be fist to fist, now & then a knife or a zip gun, a six gun, now a clip or shotgun

Nothing here & now making any sense to the lost hearts & souls, uplinks & downloads

Could be your sister or your mother, your girlfriend, on your knees for a love situation

Came too far for the last time, rolled all nine lives, cat, smoked blunts on wood roads.

Free choice or just somebody like your grandma dishin' out the ethics and morality fee

Moulded in the way of the cub and the boy scouts of America, a product of apple pie

Ate, studied, worked, laughed, played, mourned and filled in the blanks with pure glee

Punks & jinxed junkies never bothered me much, once or twice, had to end their high.

Balls up against the wall for the bad guys to gain advantage on stealing wet-ice souls

In the seven seas before they all dry up and cause all life to disappear into black holes

Wisdom of Neanderthals stained into the cave walls, no idea what was goin' on here

Just like the last human to survive whichever holocust causes extinction, have no fear!

Block your friends and nemeses if you have any, they'll not find your online presence

It won't matter 'cause the shift in attention finally will delete your fifth or sixth sense

Imagine your bones in a box or an urn of cosmic dust, chunks of DNA, it's all over, see?

Matter to Energy kin but nothing else, recollected "WINGS" now?  EGAD!  S e x a c t l y!

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r j j  stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER XVth, MMXXI Anno Domini, Lundi @ 8:08 AMPST

{ #KilledIt this AM while jammin' to @Santana & @Chad link @ https://youtu.be/w7f0-8GgC5s }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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.?