#HOUSTON #WeGotsLotsOfThrillsLeft #SevenHolesWideOpen @Santana @JoeBonamassa @BBKing @JoeSatriani #IWishItWasChristmasToday #SRV #SNL

STERILE, DIRTY BALLS SHAKIN' SUGAR & DARKER SPELLS, INFERIORITY

Montgomery's rouge tide to the edge of Tacoma's awesome Red Horde, unarm sortees

Crimson humanity has up & gone from the shores to ground burial under red dirt's seas

If you're a moron or an idiot, don't take this personally but you're either One or another

Friends of your wife, your husband, your offspring and the whole herd are o'er for BBQ.

Now then, who's birthday is celebrated once every year?  Yours?  Mine?  Gods?  Christ?

Who has the day named after themselves by their survivors?  It ain't me babe, a wise kid

Mouth like a truckdriver drinkin' tequilla in a cantina, where yo' mama stopped the skid

Your father abandoned you too, as God abandoned a creation of Earth & It is starkissed.

Bend over and kiss your hind end of the bone that got bent, backbone of the jelly fishes

Bumping into each other in the light or in the dark, same old story, I didn't see you there

Cause is way gone, it's all gone and out of foresight, hindsight and insight, it's outta sight

Monkeys, apes, snakes, armadillos, arachnophids do their thing, make holes in the dirt.

Pinstripe, buttondown, necktie and stud, satin black shoes and hot pink shoe laced Cons

Way it was and the way it will always be, to me, inside of my miniscule mind on loan too

From heaven above & earth below, it's all I'll ever know, points in Space & Time I'm into

Out of all people, black & blue, like any other divine being conceived of a seed, hey man!

 

Stop in the name of any Love God or a man or a woman, not a dad or a stepped on mom

Yet, inner desire to keep pushing ahead remains, One first thing to come & the last to go

He wrote about the murders that she wrote down in an ahistorical, no blood Uncle Tom

Miscegenation of generation leaves the reconfigured nation that appears, a job to blow.

I got down with or without you, I preferred you to the mountain streams, I knew it well

Awakened with your golden smile in my silver dream from California and Nevada's hehl

Still one day, you're gonna come my way again, poor & nomadic on Earth's faked liberty

Pretty & beautiful, killed by ecstasy in the GAME, scum and beauty of anthropomorphy.

Dancin' in circles, orbiting the solar explosions, the light thunder head to toe, jumpin' it

Bones for me and for you to move until they get burned or buried in the garbage's pits

Deeper than the honeymoon you took and never returned from, diving down to the end

Begun out of innocent ignorance, now that I've reopened the gash, I return what I sent.

My heartbeats, my thoughts think for themselves, I'm beyond being yours until The End

Jumped off of the bottomless pit's cliff without lookin' down, didn't know exactly when

I'd it the ground either running or getting familiar with the empty, black hole that I am

A Singularity for the cowboy inside of me, movin' the horses and cattle to a god's dam.

T-bones and capons on broke whiskey bottles and cowboys from the city & country long

Kissed when I'm gone right there on my picture on the wall, it's all that's left, ditty song

Horns won't matter in the fight, don't use them anymore anyway, all out of good times

Love light was shining brighter than ALL stars, then...and then...your kisses were gone.

Tell me what's on your mind so it will be on my mind too, I'll help with a happy ending

Nothing you can do can make me stop loving you, even if you stop & change partners

I'll still be the One I know who loved unconditionally, even when hate was topgunning

In crosshairs, words of honor, life, existence of a conscious mind's mother, Phuqurs!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  FREEZEMBER XXth, MMXXI Anno Domini  0400 hours, Lundi's waning gibbous moon

{ Destroyed eternal PAX of this AM's mind & drafted out of the deep psyche's mass while listenin' to #Lucille shred by @BBKing #TheThrillIsGone & #IaintGonnaBeTheFirstToCry on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/UIM429YTrMY }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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.

by

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 }

F I N I S

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 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?