#HulaHoopHoopla #CrispinStPeters #RocksNotRockin' #Delfonics #Funkadelic @MavisStaplesXmas #HULA & #PureCreamOfTheCrop

GATEKEEPERS'  UNMOVED MOVER, BAWLIN' MATTER & WARPIN' TIME

Passed about the rhythmic, rockin' backbeats of ups & downs, deep blues, funky outerspace licks

Rhyming the sound of the linguistic expressions of nihilistic philosophy, an a priori pretty face kid

It comes a moment before the a posteriori function of the calculus, all hyperphysics of the matrix

Personality runs into a problem when ego splits into a moral dilemma as holder of my papa's lid.

Drama all in your mind where it belongs, that ain't my fault or maybe it's half mine, half all yours

Experience oneness, divine presence in the Present being, still lost Space's irrtrievable Past tours

Duty to be obedient and follow instructions for whatever you've been recruited for, pilot or CIA

In the perfect world I happen to be in, I'm successfully fulfilling my reason for being born, today.

I write the music, sing the out of tune song until it becomes in synchronization with the high time

Money given & money earned, loans taken and debts forgiven by death in full or on Time's dime

It's all outside of my paygrade even though I have the most high hope that I'll live after they die

You know mytholgical malarky inherited from the Kings, Queens, Czars & Popes, ain't gonna lie.

An invisible origin communicating what's clearly Nothing and I mean the complete absence of 0

Undetectable by the senses and unintelligible to the genii who know it all, imagine another hero

See the light, hear sounds, feel the hands and cheese cloth dryin' the redskin & red head of hair

Back to the bosom from which the lords of the rings also ran and jumped off into the lion's lair.

That's all there is to it, to be or not to be, got to be either squeezed out or punched in the line

Snip and cut releases the essence into the light without as much intense pain to mama's daddy

There's no judgement one way or the other, to emerge from darkness is the whole point, mine

Poverty's full of gold, silver & gems cut & raw out the ground, poor boys and girls, to be happy.

Put your hands together and you'll hear the clap except in the unnatural vacuum of a ganje mop

Paired up with your nemesis due to the pandemic of '21, it's a long way to fat bottoms, to ZZTop

Wisdom of knowledge is a very good thing but you can't hold on to it in a material world stack

It's here and now and I mean right now, you missed it, it's gone, it probably won't come back.

Fortunate to have come and gone, speaking from hyperspace's Time warp, heard by a big herd

Just for the kicks I'm gonna get watchin' the magic movin' everything around me, I say, a Word

Wished three times and nothing happened right away, I'll have to wait for the beespeller's show

Witches took forever to open the door but I'm the One that was inside, now I'm out, let's blow!

Working for the checks' givin' the holy families high hopes that the dream's never gonna fudge

Life will go on when everybody you know dies, your life will follow suit, off of the razor's edge

Space stops at hard rocks, falling from heaven ends consciousness' apologetics, God is The Kid

More space than stars, planets & nuclear war matters of state, strange brew of an idiot's grid.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  FREEZEMBER XIVth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 11:11 AMPST

{ Drafted while listenin' to @TRAFFIC #LowSparkOfHighHeeledboys on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rEZH0t5Yozw }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Margaritaville #FiveOclockSomewhere #ILoveThisBar #BelieveMeFirst #Jimmy #Alan #Ronnie & #Kick

PAID MY TAB IN HOLY FISHIN' HOLES, CHRISTMAS DAZED

Hark, I fried up some perch & blue gills, that's all there was to it, I licked my fingers

Helped myself, fixed myself up with a pine twist, blue solo cup & a dixie plate dish

Read the words and understand the meaning meant behind the sounds of the mind

Peers are not on the planet anymore, they're all gone except the old, silent geezers.

Out in the jungle or in the rice patties, you're gonna get the jungle rot in a hot screw

Keepin' your toes under your knees is a great idea, no kiddin' they cut 'em all off too

On crutches, fake feet and wheelchairs to keep my gods in check, eatin' glue & paste

But I don't know what happened to the digits of the 10 digits, up in medicinal waste.

A god dies every year whether you like it or not, it's a happening of epic proportions

Things themselves all collasping into one nucleus of Earth's red hot, immortal cosigns

In the middle of a silent, holy night, the silence & the calmness escaped once again

Asleep in heaven or hell isn't going to get anyone off the hookers hooks of holy zen.

Liberty & indentured slavery to the corporal punishment of whips, chains & ol' gaols

Where the good, bad & ugly go just 'cause a jury of peers says it must be so, fool-bots

Again, it's matters of time until the space closes upon itself & implodes into tiny dots

Joy & the disappointment of living life without meaning anything to anybody's holes.

Studied, learned, graduated, rested on laurels, headed tot he finale with or without me

If I have a soul, it's mine and not the creator's, I have it right here, right now, God don't

So, think for yourself, fish or swim, we're all alive & exist for a reason & only one, to be

Last gasp of a new, badass gift gathered glory of gods, Big Man is above all, Magic font.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  FREEZEMBER 13th, 2021 A.D.  303 PMPST Lundi, #AllIWantForXmasYouKnow

{ Drafted out of the matrix without a map & listenin' to #ItsFiveOClockSomewhere @AlanJackson link @ https://youtu.be/BPCjC543llU }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhiskeyGlasses #CantSeeTheEndsWithoutIt #SippinRoundTheTruth @MorganWallen @Santana #WhereMyFatherMotherBrotherAndSisterLIVE @pink

PLAY IT AGAIN PINKY, & IT'S 1 FOR THE MONEY 2 FOR THE SHOW

Come home now!  Do you hear me speaking?  Do you know that I have a voice?  Come back now!

You & I know nothing but we've been programmed like your laptop, your notebook full of a cow

It's the movement of life, breathing & walking, slithering, swimming or flying in the purple feet

Bombs away on the punks and junkies who run the Scatshow, they'll die like the food they eat.

Trains moved, I saw them leave the station, kill the gods that never existed from the old X-file

Origin of you and your soul, your mama and the whiskey, wine and the shine at the mudshow

Kickin' it in the styx is all I ever wanted to do since high school's all night senior year binge flow

Kegs and bottles empty the day after when everybody woke up on the floor, wet & cold tile!

Monkeys be jumpin' to the back beat and askin' to couple with the others who bite the hands

I fed them until they bit my fingers off, rest, it wasn't any type of a complicated equation pill

You don't chew it, just swallow it as if it's what you must to survive in the concrete jungle kill

Now then, here & there in Time and Space, awareness dawns on knots of rubber rock bands.

You can't see what a blinded human sees since you're not too human yourself, it's a lost mind

In the middle of the center of the last microdot of german shepherds, passin' jack this way too

Didn't really have to do anything except just be alive & ready to roll at the drop of an ice cube

Always or at least sometimes, ready & willing to hit the spot, that one way down below boob.

Gods made this happen man!  If you don't have the blind faith, it don't matter anyways, so true

Walk or fly, ride or slide on the rocky roads' twists and turns until you run out of fuel, no @Tesla

In or out of the matrix, you will never know what it really means to go down to the honky tonk

It's on the streets of Bourbon and Smirknoff, right on the corner there's a big neon sign, Kronk!

Statues molded forms to keep rock hard stoners recollecting COVID bat-schit that happened here

I mean everything I say, I look & see the Truth without trying, obviously I need way kegs of beer

Move the bones & make 'em say it twice & deal with the #UpTheHill battlebots, so to be or not

Nothing else needed to float on the #Pink, I recommend this Jack n' Jill schit, all ya need to float.

On being all too human when you're just data bytes in a divine mind of One's cosmic black Pez

On roads or in currents of wind & sea, I'm here, now, I'll be gone in a snap, as a NYC minute flies

Not here to rush to the exit for the finale may never be for me to see before my astigmatic eyes

Seed in you and buried underground grows and dies and withers, it's a cycle of our free choices.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  FREEZEMBER XIIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 333 AMPST Lundi's world in the toilet!

{ Jammin' to @ChrisJanson #FixADrink link @ https://youtu.be/-_Op0bQfMoo & @BrooksAndDunn #WayGone link @ https://youtu.be/EBzBoy9oa54 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?