#EasyMoney #IKnowItsLateButWTFover #BetterLateThanNeverNeverland #IllTakeYouThereToo #ClimbOnBoardTheSoulTrain #NOWSTFU

 

TRANSUBSTANTIATION BLUES' NEWS

In the future when it is somebody's past, as it's recalled and recollected by hayseeds in the hay

Happiness is a given goal and the place we've escaped from, any mother's port in the storm, say

Monkeys and slithering snakes all got the message and left the homo sapiens who've gone too far

Which thing itself each of us are, you, me and your mama, man you're a DMF but hey, purple Car.

It's a magical Christmas in the ends, although it's a mere feeling of ending of one's seasonal fight

To be or not to be, your rational thought of subjects and their predication of objects in black light

My friends, you see me and now you don't, what's a friend other than someone who'll die for you

Matter and Forms come and go in the menudo of sensational, random collisions, all souls' la bou.

Conditional paraphrasing of 70 to a hundred years of experience, give or take, I'll just feed my pig

It's only a bank of my loose change from my paper routes and Kentucky fried chicken slavery gig

By candlelight in a blackout, from 16 to 18, I fried birds in 450 degree grease hot, deep gash cuts

As it should be, everybody in the Windy City consumed the birds like bears & bulls, apechit nuts!

Now then, is it snowing yet?  Just show me the pathway where you want me to shovel for entry

It will cost you five dollars and I'll be done in an hour, that's my fee and I understand, I can't lie

I hate shoveling the sky's mess, it's not my fault that it's on the ground, it's Jesus' & Buddah man

Can't blame it on Krishna or the oldest moslem who feared the mean, bad man, sir Genghis Khan.

If & only if you are aware of your soul's mortality and your blinded belief in above & below myth

Then there will be no more sorrow between the happy daze between your ears, a skull cap stith

It's as if the One thing itself banged a gong & then looked around to lock in a target, It's all gone

Imagine this now, you ain't mon amie, mama or papa, your mouth agape jibjabbin' on an iPhone.

Start there, get ready, get set and go to the finish line, the race is gonna end, you ain't gonna win

Say you're so sorry for your following your programmed fool DNA, it ain't my fault, my Sensai sin

It's over when it's over, whomever can't read won't know what I'm talkin' about, lightening light

Christ's mass of Blues never lost in Space, 2022 Christmas' empty holes, I'm winning a knife fight.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  FREEZEMBER XIXth, MMXXI Anno Domini

{ #CornedBeef & #JalipenoPoppers in your Noxema clear face, seriously, drafted this while listenin' to #PleaseComeHomeForChristmas by the @EaglesBand in a loop, https://youtu.be/lFWe2aVrIbo & @GwenStefani & @BlakeShelton #YouMakeItFeelLikeChristmas link @ https://youtu.be/3ZT9_H4-hbM }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#FrostFromJacksOffTheGrid #CommonGroundedFreaks #GodsBoyz #PerfectPawns #MortalQueens #SayItInLatin

COOL, HOLY WATER, FIRST 3 STRIKES, SERVIN' GOD'S ALTAR BOYS

Gods said that money is the cure for all ills, whoever said that's dead now in a grain of salt

Disillusionment is all you're lucky enough to get, it's all there is at the alpha and omega vault

Whipped into shape in this joint and every other joint's place in Space, accept the gift stiff

It's a matter of being lucky, it was a draw and you didn't get the short stick, ain't even a riff.

Apes talkin' to me in my mind, inside my head but not outside, nobody can hear the chatter

It's an ultrasonic, infrared wave of frequent beats and rolls of rocks up against us, me & her

We couldn't get away from it, we died and reinvented the wheel, ad infinitum, an apple pop

Dissed and put in my place as it should be, there's a short way down, I know which way is  up.

Pawns servin' kings and queens, underpaying the bishops & knights in the castle of BRANDON

Much too cool for school, fools or wisecrackin' genii without needs & wants, indeed, it is done

Picked all of the cotton before the boll weevels came to consume their share, I killed 'em all

Extinction is Way, the middle way between far left & alt right, uplink a ghost's Id, miserable.

Some nasty funk will make you & I sad but then there's some fabulous funk, get down Son

Whatever it's like when you're not looking is the way it is when you are watching our deaths 

You're gonna thank me some day for shocking your monkey yet I understand your i-position

Climate is changing in the garbage can and the church's holy of holies, DNA is the mortal Sin.

Programmed teaching into your early consciousness' adaption, positive and negative and One

Babbling about the reason for being alive and the imaginary notions of what happens, as I die

It doesn't matter about all else, I am the only one who matters to me, the altruist god is done

Pray with secret words & songs to the unseen, ape-unknown, Knuckles I am, why would I lie?

Socialist czars unelected, appointed by powers who rule from the rear, no scruples to reburn

Taught the lessons to help the rise from the ashes or at least to the top of a grandmaster mix

Rappin' the rhyme to the beats of drums and thumped basses, lead, rockin' the roll to Auburn

American river flows down to the underground current, all over now boy, apechit for chicks.

Grandma's hands molded the way it is, it ain't my fault at all, just followed the program blow

I'm responsible only for me, myself & I, everyone else is on their own, we don't need a hero

Like men and women who risk their lives, put their mortal life on a line for freedom equality

DNA magnetics caused plague's invention & extinction, rats & roaches infused, woke up free!

Moral imperative induced out of wisdom, to avoid the chaos of the mobs, a golden rule celeb

Ten commandments are all rolled up into a basketball to be slam dunked into a net's hot web

Do nothing and stoop to no disappointing behavior which accumulates the payback of the Old

Worthwhile for a minute, fired up on an extinction chitlist, diamond-spawn mutant, God gold.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  FREEZEMBER XVIIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 1415 hours Samedhi PM

{ Created listenin' to @BobDylan #ServeSomebody link @ https://youtu.be/wC10VWDTzmU }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#SoulTrain @Dramatics @RunDMC #XmasCheer #WhereIsTheBumCafe #BumCafe?

ON SMOKIN' 'EM IF YA GOT 'EM, IT'S THE WAY IT IS, #ENDS LIKE THAT, FREE

I've got some good news & some bad news, LIFE'S short & this delivery's god's dam priotity

If and only if you don't or can't respond, then I shall divulge One's constant fake inferiority

Down deep in the psyche which hardly anyone knows, it's an ego & an id Big Punk Fussin'

Glasses fogged & my contacts have been reduced to a microdot of cosmic, political dustin'.

It's alright now & then to fall if you've got the abilty & wings to stop before the RR tracks

Keep in mind, only a fool depends on another body, friend, relative or fake diamondbacks

You have you, your self and your ego, your super ego & Id, all in the One in a 208 bone set

Nobody makes it out of here and now alive, Past time is in all of our futures, git outta debt.

Rose colored glasses got blurred lines, straight & curved in the imaginary Time's outerspaces

Funk and the wagging of the dog & cat tails complete the mission of random Big Bang faces

Pears, apples, grapes, cumquats, cherries, bannanas go right through the canal, I'm still born

Grow from infant to elder veteran of foreign war nobody blamed the Real Foe, POTUS Nixon.

Looky here now son, if you don't like the Truth, I ain't givin' a hoot, you're opine ain't my mind

You'll expire and give up your ghost just like all the others, skin and bones of a hundred years

Caput after that stint on Dirty planet Earth, conjured name from the old, dead men foreigners

Not your mother, not your father, sister or brother, the way it is can't be denied, Life's a grind!

Don't ask me rhetorical questions, none are rational, valid, deductive reasoning for buyin' a farm

Meaning that humanity is all too human and not divine, One ghost roams invisibly without karma

Nothing good, bad or ugly comes out of the content, it's perfection in and perfection out of an It

Don't shoot the messenger, it's a short life you've got right here, right now, All the Way, yes it is.

Uninvited and split into a trillion shards of mirror-glass, rocked & rolled each piece's world of pain

Don't think about anything but the following thought, we don't know why but we're all gonna die

Weary, healthy, walkin', drivin' or runnin' or just rollin' and flyin', when it's over it's over you'll see

Thing itself began before you arrived, it's remaining for graves or dust balls, leftovers to be, Free.

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r j j  stephan, i

c. FREEZEMBER XVIIth, MMXXI AD @ 5:55 AMPST  

#HappyBirthdayTwins #Debbie #Davy 12/17/59

#BTW David, TY for your sevice to our great country!

{ Cracked this out of the Kracken this AM while listenin' to @RUNdmc in a loop #TheWayItIs link @ https://youtu.be/_hN1SKVx31s }

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