#FieldArtillery #CassonsGoRollinAlong #LetsRoll #HEROES @JonnyLang @WhitneyHouston @DavidBowie

TIMING'S EVERYTHING, FUNK FORMS THE EARTH FORCES, SPACE SHATTERS

Mitigate your mothers during your fathers' intercourse and flesh beats, to be a denominator

Underneath the soil and burned out solar TNT, we're still here or at least we're at the door

Ready to open or to keep it sealed up closed until the ends come without warning, The End

Not a baby's game or a child's playtime but a death of your life I'm nitpicking, return & send.

Grandmama always told me the same thing, "Monkeys see, monkeys do!"  well I just knew it all

Nothing is what it turned out to be, I knew Nothing at all about the causes and effects of the fall

Fumbling footballs, dropping flies and touchdown passes, missing the goal, the net, the hoopla

Downed and off-line, the spirit's drunk on the pollution standard of DNA, humanity's Delta-9 ska.

Bunch of the scat that comes right back to you as you turn around to walk away, it's deep in blue

Turnin' purple and black as all the things themselves do when runnin' out of the psycho-verve hue

A thing itself, a conglomeration of glue-ons form a union of 208 bones, a myriad of configurations

Ten commands to follow to be One with this universe, don't do this don't do that, all One, Man.

Panties were in a bunch, I can't lie about that, can't keep 'em out of my baby's groove, all is done

Gifts for the days of birth, yours and God's were unexpected pregnancies of the matrix, I am 71

Decades of decadence and defiling the innocent and wild-eyed who shuffle on boardwalks' bones

My field artillery is armed and ready for action, gunpowder is the chemical of the Big Bang's fun.

None of us were at the origin's explosion, probably none will be at the finale of the apocolypsing

Right where you were before your folks conceived your being in the womb of darkness, holy God

All you need to know is you're here and you're gonna die, no reason other than luck of a drawing

Cherry wine for all, on the farm it's all apples & cherries for the pies high in the sky, off Cape Cod.

Apemen and their progeny given to the daughters of EVE's ADAM, shinin' light on the monkeys

Darlings of the hairless, exposed skin color to separate the chaff from the champion wheaties

Blank minds in the darkness' nighttime, everybody's identical until the morning's dawn of light

New York to Peking to Moscow to Paris and London, common ground is all in heaven, God might.

Invisible like your spirit-soul, atone alone, creative creator of Space's dimensional Time's inlines

It has no movement, it's unmoved & in a stasis of function, unliving, undying, blue jazz & whines

Don't die before you discover why you're here and now, it's the tricky things that count, my son

Infinity & War battles to destroy funky pride, blurred lines erase east Indian ink, so, "It Is Done!"

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r j j stephan, i

c.  FREEZEMBER XXIIIrd, MMXXI Anno Domini, Jeudi @ 4:59 AMPST

{ Concocted out of Oneness, translated from Japanese while listenin' to @JonnyLang HITS LINK @ https://youtu.be/LNdF9BQacqE }

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@Carlos_Santana #HigherHopes #LowerFaith #DivineCharity #CupOfPeace @ChrisJanson @MaryWells @Santana @Morello @Springsteen #WhitneyHouston #DownWithSilverBullets #BuyMeABoat

A GUY'S MOTION OF THE PACIFIC OCEAN, TOPCAT OF ALL GUYS MY MAMA KNEW

I'm in too deep to see the surface's motion, don't know where I am, in an ocean yet I'm afloat

Pertaining to nothing special, the air comes in and out of me, thank you ma & pa for the boat

It's movin' right along, not stoppin' too long, never can admit to bein' wrong, recalculate free

Mirrors all around so, there's no doubt that you're ALL there is that matters to atomic energy.

Beginning at the finish line, common denominator comes alive from a top ten rotation of Ilk

Muscle bounded, skinny bones that everyone has, all 208 of them are risky business for Love

Spirits move the things themselves until they go caput, heartache or soul takes them all away

From you and yours, I come to you for a view of the rear guard's cover up, A Void is the Way.

Picnics & holiday banquets to remind us all that it's here & soon it'll be gone, God's chain/ball

Now hear this, supermen never reported to the planet, that was an imaginary figment of It all

What is asleep and still moving the things themselves, remaining at rest, the nature of a beast

To be or not to be is NOT the question, it's the answer wondered to it's happy infection yeast.

She sang about me in a song that her daddy picked, he wanted me to be beater of his sad kids

Her guy she called me yesterday, we stuck together like birds of a feather, ne'er to be plucked

An honor and pleasure to be with this other half yang to my ying, pure & awesome skul-gasm

Offered a sacrifice upon the altar, innocent lamb, dead offering to an offended divinity worm.

Handsome face & beautiful form of the body leads to the multiplication of the division's chit

Fallen and invisible soul, moving the rocks that can't roll without the Thing Itself, you know It

True of the Ending and the Beginning, nothing can be false if you know, wisdom rules divinity

I think, I'm a man, all too human one, she calls & I respond, I'm a guard of the treasure, "SHE!"

Movies make the stars look closer than they are further than they want to be, all life on Earth

Lives and dies without regard to reason and rationality, organic matter alive for a period's part

An era comes & goes as quick as lickity split man, near the end, you'll be sorry 'bout It, Fooled

Wanting to live forever isn't a guarantee of the matter, as a fact, everything else dies, not you.

Say it now, honey you loved me more than the sky's empty black & blue, far away outerspace

Attached to my back, we fly high above the feather beds in deep purple velvet's soft interface

Pills and smoke down the hatch, breathe in & breathe out the smoke of mountain's bud tops

Formula for the preservation of ticks & tocks is all, scratch on cave walls, you're dead, It stops!

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r j j  stephan, i 

c.  FREEZEMBER XXIInd, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 4:44 AMMST

{ Generated from zero gravity at soul level, while listenin' to my wife's favorite song, #MyGuy by @MaryWells on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4WT7nBGX5eU & @EStreetBand @Springsteen/Morello #HighHopes link @ https://youtu.be/z03Ms69MB_8 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

RHYTHM IS ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT #DontBeDoBe #YoMamasAlrightAlrightAlright #ApemanSlowRide

 

ONE'S PASSENGER ROCKIN' A SLOW RIDE, OCEAN MOTION BY A GNOME

Communication between those who are not sentenced to live in the tower of Babel is cherry man

Nothing can beat the success of being understood by the One and the masses of sheeple at once

Go to the store, go to your mate's friends' dens and you'll see the memories of the elder apemen

Who randomly chose to fall in love with someone like their mater & pater, it ain't my fault man!

Don't shoot the messenger, don't pull your blade on me either, so skilled at the art of takin' verve

It's a matter of Time in this Space I'm in, you're visiting and we're goin' separate ways to a curve

It's an algebraic calculus of geometric proportions, at One & in an infinite, subatomic nucleus of It

What It is?  That's the 64 hundred thousand billion question, it's the energy, star combustion chit.

Gods never come home because the fact is the Gods are home, the Gods are all there is for real

It's a fact of life, my father told me so, my mother listened to find out too, it was Christmas' deal

A man was born under divinity's direction due to the need for being saved from a holocaustal fit

Bombs away, turned the entire rock & roll venue into glass beads of the end game, leftover chit.

Punks here and there, moving and collecting the product of cosmic, illusory perceptions, a dream

In a dream within a dream, there're idiots and morons who abide by learned disgust with wisdom

They will know who they are, everyone will know who they are, as soon as their mouth is agape

Last gasp for O2 & the visions of sugar plums, tap dancin' & doin' the Tango on a seedless grape.

Bums & junkies takin' it easy becasue there's nothin' more to do except take this slow ride pull

From the ground below, then above, then below again, leftover chicken bones & a human skull

All there is, all there was and all there's gonna be from now until infinity mends the black hole

Gambling with your sons' cache, all the rage, all mine, nothing's mine, rollin' rock mind to blow.

Discover it, forget about it, ad infinitum, until you remain constantly at rest, just like the One too

3 persons in One God, it's a thing about nothing, impossible to be coherent, deduced inductions

Rhythm's left rockin' all night with or without you, One's fine, rockin' all alone, One's last 7th son

Slowed down matters little, BABY, shapin' Time's Space, good-evil Gold, man, y'all a #NUG one!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  FREEZEMBER XXIst, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 5:55 AMPST

{ Drafted while listenin' to @Foghat #SlowRide long version in a loop, on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GcCNcgoyG_0 }

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