#MyMaria #GiftedGold #StolenSilver #BabyLikesToRockIT #BoogieWoogieChooChoo @TheTractors @GretchenWilson @MontgomeryGentry #BlahBlahBlah #DontEvenGive-a-RIP #RIPmadden #CheckYaOnTheFlipSideBrother #LetsGoBrandon

CRITICAL RACE & ROCK HARD PATIENTS' KOOLAID, FAIL MUCH?

Let's go Brandon simplicity between eyes & ears, center of your jacked up forces in easy fixes

Because the fix is in, just because you think you're so pretty and smart doesn't mean anything

When #TheGoing gets tough, the #Tough get going, it's a matter of time before humanity's XO

Multiplication of the division won't allow any additions or substractions from the status' quo.

Mercy for the poor and weak until the Trojan Horse enters the castle's entry, a twilight slop

Monkeys don't care much for change until the food and shelter is removed from a cage, son

Daughters don't like it uncomfortable, unfunded police dept will fund welfare bumb junkers

Good ground beef goes to waste if it's not a hamburger or a sloppy joe, house the homers!

It's Time to get closer to the reason why you should sleep with one eye open, safe Space kin

You need to express and protect yourself from the bad guys that the Cisco Kid hasn't beaten

No Lone Ranger, Wild Bill Hickock, Bat Masterson, Roy Rogers, Dale Evans or any Clarabell

"I know nothing!" no more than Sgt Schultz of Hogan's Heroes, no reference?  Look it up, Hell!

Pork and beans, beans and pork from beginning to the bittersweet end, a miraculous dish

Imagine you and the music, alone inside of the empty quadrant of Space called, in Vitro sin

Naturally, what's difficult is the point, if it was easy it might be worth the journey, so perish

All, with no exceptions, before & after our own births, will decay to goldust, gravity's origin.

A play of cops and robbers in perpetuity, check before & after play on Calgary Hill in '0' A.D.

You & your mother conceived you in a blink, a monkey is dreaming that y'all are alive for me

Pumpin' up the air in the balls is all you must do before you kick, hit or throw it away to hell

Crazy world you've made, just shut up and do what you're told, move along, nothing to see.

Forever or for a minute, either way the money and the gold is in the safe, there is a combo

Nobody left the Truth for the ignorant to find here, there or anywhere else, it's Gadam's fall

Form of that matter is a mere shape of things to come, nothing and something is in the flow

Crisis' DOOM, Phd's imbecilic, half-witted, mother'd up children, grown up too bad to bawl!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  FREEZEMBER XXIXth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 9:11 AMPST #BlahBlahBlah #BlahBlahBlah

{  Dressed out while listenin' to #BabyLikesToRockIt #BoogieWoogieChooChooTrain on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/vqSOiawh0vI }

F I N I S

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#TriedToFindTheLongTimeComin' #TwoStiffsAndACorpseWalkIntoABar . . . #Chief & #Miranda #LittleRichardo

<3FRESH WORD<3

Two Clever Uncles Skating to the Beat

A Short Story

by Rico Shea Stephano

Simon Lennon looked at the bloody Airplane in his hands and felt puzzled. He walked over to the window and reflected on his Mob Rule surroundings. He had always loved Ghostown Hangtown with its helpful, homeless Hanging Man Storefront. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel puzzled.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Rico Trotski. Rico was a Trustworthy fairy with tall lungs and short teeth.

Simon gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a Brave, Suave, WHISKEY drinker with blond lungs and husky teeth. His friends saw him as a gigantic, gentle gnome. Once, he had even rescued a bad COVid19 virus from a burning building. But not even a Brave person who had once rescued a bad COVid19 virus from a burning building, was prepared for what Rico had in store today.

The blizzard teased like flying pigs, making Simon jumpy.

As Simon stepped outside and Rico came closer, he could see the gentle glint in her eye.

"Look Simon," growled Rico, with a Trained glare that reminded Simon of Trustworthy cows. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want Internet access. You owe me 9643 pesos."

Simon looked back, even more jumpy and still fingering the bloody Airplane.

"Rico, meet at Starbucks Coffee House," he replied.

They looked at each other with relaxed feelings, like two homeless, homely hogs jumping at a very virtuous funeral, which had ROCK music playing in the background and two clever uncles skating to the beat. Simon regarded Rico's tall lungs and short teeth. "I don't have the funds ..." he lied.

Rico glared. "Do you want me to shove that bloody Airplane where the sun don't shine?"

Simon promptly remembered his Brave and Suave values. "Actually, I do have the funds," he admitted. He reached into his pockets. "Here's what I owe you." Rico looked worried, her wallet blushing like a rough, relieved Racecar. Then Rico came inside for a nice glass of WHISKEY.

THE END🏁👌 { #FreshWordGeneration } copyright December 2021

#CheapSeatsBehindAPOLE #Cher #GregAllman #SteveWinwood #ShotgunBetty #BubbaSparx #AlexanderKing

MUCH MORE COWBELL FOR ME & MY KIN, TROJAN DEAD HORSES, YOYO!

Congames take a lot of time to perfect so you can scam & escape without detection

Board of Directors have their Boss, no identity or location in Space and Time, it's a sin

Yet, the inexplicable is reality, on a burned out ball of dirty star stuff, a petri dish sun

A star's acid recombinant forms of life and it's inevitable ending, pray it don't happen.

Open the ears & eyes, of course it's too far to smell, taste or touch, God's a joker, son

It's you that's not in on the joke, you are indeed one of the jokers, there are too many

The revolution around the elliptical, gravitational collapses of Time warped Singularity

Get ready to see the naked Truth for what it is, wo-men who want to foul up The One.

Zoom to the end of the line, it's a finite, thin One that can't stop moving in cosmic love

Compassion for our sworn enemies, they wanna do their wills' bidding, below or above

Angels or red, white and blue devils or the matrix of their universe, can't make this up

What happens in 2051 when I'm 100 years old that year, 30 years from now in stirrups.

Common ground above the stratosphere and at the middle of Earth's core, molton lava

Hot liquid rock rollin' down from volcanoes to the sea, up river, up country mocha java

We all read about it, that we need or want it, give me some water without poison ink

Forms from virus, bacteria and the conglomeration of shapes, creation's accident stink.

Idiots mocking the morons and vice versa, ad infinitum without a schism in Time's lines

The calculus is clearly a function of the genome, imagine a stick & ball construct of God

A holy punk who hung out on the corner full of orphans from the orphanage's enzymes

Some girl, some woman, some sister, mother or daughter didn't know, bleedin' blood.

No joke without a punch line to laugh at or at least appreciate the humorous half backs

Who catch & run with their balls in hand, don't bounce straight up or down under sacks

Sad but true, we're all gonna die, depressed or happy as a lark, matter & energy voided

Collapsing an expansion of atomic nucleii, eyes wide open in the tower of Ho, Undead.

Punks & thugs populate One's genome of orphans, motherless children, girls' uptown

A sharknado will twirl around 'til the graves shovelled dirt on jaws full, it's goin' down

I lost my smell, lost my bad taste and I can't feel anything because my skin's frozen so

It's 32 degrees & I'm as cold as the ground of a red dirt road, frostbitten as my toe, Joe!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  FREEZEMBER XXVIIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST #MardiFat!

{ Die, live a day or 300,000 nights on Earth, it's the same old song it used to be, jammed this out listenin' to #MoreCowbell & @SteveWinwood #Valerie in a loop @ https://youtu.be/cbKNICg-REA }

F I N I S

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