#WhosMaria? #ILoveHer #YouWouldToo #WhereIsSheAt? @CarlosSantana @KickBrooksAndRonnieDunne ... ON THE UP & #UP @UP

BIG GUY PEACE ON A GODDESS' HIGHWAY UP IN THE SKY?  DIDN'T KNOW THAT! *

Inside of the fiddle sticks and the glory hole funk of you ma & pa, you come in a hot mess

Blues ain't a thing way down in the bottom of the holy water lake, jump in the deep end

Don't hit your head on the bottom of the pool, diving deep down into the no return bend

No way to know the reasons and why the rhymes don't sound right on dead man's best.

Princes turn into the queen's paupers and walk in alleys until their thoughts fall to trash

Stinkin' and rotten like the rest of the dead things we eat and don't eat, garbage stache

Any aliens from other planets systems' galaxy or anywhere in this universe, all extinction

This dark star, this white dwarf or red giant is indistinguishable from the Black Hole Sin.

Mother Earth put the verve inside of my bones to remark regarding this pitiful, dried teat

Nearly put the poor, innocent idiotic moron in the pit & a pendulum, he got away with IT

Wraith was closer than he'll ever know, when the sky gets black & thunder comes, oh oh

Maybe rewind that decision to confront your maker before you knew, death is your blow.

Anyways...here we go again, no threat here and now, nobody's bones to blow down here

I'm talkin blown to smithereens not to the ecstasy of the mothership's exhaust, shot, beer

Sooner than later, my love of wondering who looked at me #funny took over my love today

On being all too human, I am one who can see trouble and never, ever look the other way.

I see someone lookin' my way, I walk over & confront them & ask them to look away or else

"What are you lookin' at fool?"  It's about time I got asked the question, I answer, "Nothin'!"

Yes, I meant that the man was as good as nothing at all to me, I was lookin' at him, it, nothin'

After One punch, first poke in the eye balls with that moby in my face, I dropped hell's bells.

Got rid of the corpse, just left it to bake in the sun, BBq for the buzzards & maggots to beat

Monkeys don't eat what stinks, it's got to be warm and smell good, kept away from poisons

Anything to kill me isn't comin' inside or near me, if I have anything to do with it, if I say I do

Intent and focus on the thing & the things after that will create Reality before it says no go.

Inside the head, in the skull there's a mind functioning due to brain waves, stop?  Me & you.

That's it, caput so get your P's & Q's in order, you've got some Time, keep movin' along high

Roads are low but stayin' high keeps you goin' when skies are grey 'til they turn stoney blue

Love this ground we're on, Big Bang monkeyshines from nobody's thanksgiving, God's a guy!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER XXIXth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 4:20 AMPST *Its 420 somewhere here, now!

{ Drafted while sound asleep, in the darkness' light of the empty, drained black hole & listenin' to @BrooksAndDunne #Maria in an infinite loop, #MOG is Earth, Nothing else matters!  B&D link @ https://youtu.be/fZSiBj4vCiY  }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#AThingOrTwo #SightsUnseen #ComeOnCowboy #JacksonBrowne #BrooksAndDunne #KickAndRonnie

?MY MARIA?  DREAMIN' FOR ALL OF U.S.

Sorrow comes and goes like the wind, the Earth's wisps of infinite movement, a miracle you live today

It could have been a little bit worse if you had no intelligence and there was no counter intelligence pay

For the purpose of getting to the end before it begins, let me apologize for the happy ending sadness kid

These things happen when you cannot predict the outcome and you put your life's virus in one's COvid.

Atmosphere in the heavens is much different when you're lying face up on the ground, toes tagged too

A moment you decided to confront your demon, he/she/it moved around in the cacoon & you got blue

No blood runnin' in your bloody system of the down, where you wanted to be, unknown to the sherrifs

It was all on digital cam, live for the world to watch from the internet's world wide web of the parrots.

They pass along the dreams they dreamt while asleep on a pillow and a bed, or cardboard & blankets

Finding the peace in the war where the good, bad & ugly argue about dominance for their extinct kin

All of the ones whose dead bones populate the terrestrial gas, liquid and solids left in the pure toilets

Souls all gone when the bones can't stand up straight, can't breathe air, can't beat a heart, caput man!

Hoping in vain for a different outcome than the inevitable is all there is left, keep it up, alright, alright

Alright, maybe it's just a way to keep us all in training to be the gas that will Supernova, come on man

You think you have a soul for Buddah or Jesus or Allah?  You've got another thing comin', it's a VOID

Comin' for you soon, sooner than you think, you may not know it's comin' & it will smash your KID.

Not the son, not the father but the holy ghost, the spirit of the Black Hole, where Singularity is not

Where the persons, places and things don't exist in perpetuity, just a whirl of swirl, a rockin' infinity

Ninjas and apemen have no concept of the analysis required to assume fake truth of bogus premises

If this & then that, come on man, if is not certain, it's an uncertainty, it's a discovered principle diss.

Ships sail if they float, if not they sink down to the bottom of the sea, Davy Jones' God property

Nobody gets out of here alive, nothing from the amoeba and paramecium to the flying dinosaur

All too human as the saying goes, an old, dead philosopher said it then & I repeat it respectfully

Dreaming of the source of your pity & sorrow, I #woke the hole's holy dream, farm crop whore.

Trivial pursuit of the end of Time gets you right to it, it's there, always waitin' near a twilight fair

Get ready to fill the hole with your self and all you know, a threat presented is a dime dropped on

Your head, your back, legs, arms & your invisible, rubber soul's backside are to appear on the air

For blues and the rest of the jazz comin' out the horns and drums, strings and 88's, I call this fun.

Getting a stranger human than myself to follow the bouncin' balls is a treat in itself, quicken payday

Bums and junkies can fill in the blanks with their history's Time in this Space, to die for 52 Sundays

Or Monday, Tuesday all the way to the Friday & Saturday, blues will end, don't worry, bones freeze

You will be free, eventually, got here for an #NYC second, skies blue or grey, so get on your knees!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER XXVIIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini

{ Drafted while listenin' to #JacksonBrowne 1978 #BBC bcast on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Fz6nETd6jZw & 2021 #JacksonBrowne 2021 #BarricadesOfHeaven  link @ https://youtu.be/7923AHiJ_U8}

SIGHTS ARE UNSEEN, know WHAT I MEAN?

#ItAintMyFault #EveryBreathYouTakeAlreadyTakenBefore

 

FUNDAMENTAL ORDER OF OPS, FOO FIGHT's WIDEOPEN

Confidence jobs have help wanted signs everywhere, Foo fighters on dry land, near a river fears

To get the tattered mess of infidels who don't have weekly and annual rituals to tame wild tigers

Cats who grow wise as they turn into guys who know it all, wise guys who lead a shy foo vigilante

Lookin' for trouble as my father always asked me if I was, indeed, God nailed my modus operandi.

Fixed my stares both above and below the fray, I got monkeys in the fight, my soul's mind-horde

From pre-teen to septegenerian collections, friends and foes piled upon the fakers of The Lord

Believing that there's more to existence than just going to school for education to be in a haze

Being the only thing to know, not the lack of it, the death of it, the thing itself, in an eagle's daze.

You and I can see through the illusion as grand as it is, maybe invisibly stealth to the 99 percent

But that One percent comes sliding into home for the score on a regular basis, it's glue's cement

Together Reality juggles from the Unknown to the Forgotten, the Id's buried under casket's gold

Of Sighs & Unforgiving creators of the calculus functions, Id & Super Id are frozen stiff, dead cold.

I wanted the sympathy until I saw what it did to the pathetic who love to be felt sorry for, pathos

It's the comedy of the tragedy, the play of the acting drops of Jupiter on the stage of malfunction

In the crosshairs arriving at the crossroads of empty space, I got the picture and it was all good

Punks and the ilk of the morons and idiots have gone to the other end of the spectrum, god food.

Meaning that there just isn't anything like the reality that there ain't gonna be any justice at all

For you or your kin, your friends, my kin & my friends, there's only the words you read and hear

To understand the meaning of what it means to be All Alone in the Middle of Nowhere in Space

Calculate rock hard stone blues zero, sympathy & honey comin' rock hard rollin' stoned to face.

Bucked the system of atoms that set of the eves of destruction, fission & fusion of gravity graves

Orphans had mothers who died or hated them or loved them, the orphans of squaws and braves

All danced around the camp's fire, all night long, trippin' on leaves and ground roots' powder talc

Out of the mind, out of the head but in Reality all inside where everything else is, it ends the talk.

Dreams are the life the ends are the death of the thing itself, living in tha matrix for a magic spell

Hard and soft, proceed to the mitosis and pychosis that is achieved through evolution of the dell

Eyes closes or stuck wide opened, the same sights appear to you as they did to the One who died

In love or just the last stinking without a show or bath, without soap or deodorant love, she lied!

I woke up, dancin' in blacklights, singin' all #Woke & now I'm in love with a drone locomotion sin

Moving is all I want to do, never want to stop and become the corpse of the tender black dirt bin

Maybe tomorrow I'll have no choice but today, I'm in love with her, found somebody & it ain't me

Without her I'm gone, fakin' it for the rest of eternity, underground, ashes it's All over, Phuq, see?

On my back, until I collapse and fill up the ether with more of what I've had since my conception

From birth to death, the meaning escaped me until the immortality deception ended in the dust

Faked it forever until the end of eternity's songs are sung for the living and ungrateful rose rust

Left overs from Thanksgiving all left behind and consumed in the hot burn of the dog's gone skin.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER XXVIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST Samedhi

{ Cocked and triggered this AM while listenin' to @GlennFrey #SexyGirl & other HITS #Live86Tokyo on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0jkFoWSjU-4 & @FooFighters #LoveDiesYoung link @ https://youtu.be/eT_FJHM-Qhs }

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W.W.A.R.D.?