#GrammasHand @SMO @BillWithers #RedSoloCup

 

GRAMMA'S HAND, SHADOW OF SMILES & ONE-HAND CLAPPING

Points in no direction in or out the apple core, where you are, we all are

Fast as river flow from atop a mountain peak, H2O counterrevolutionary

But neither any revolution of cosmic proportions nor subatomic quarky

In or out of a charity situation influences your karma, your soul's care.

Eternal punks and mortal gods lookin' to be crucified for using bad Words

Subjects, predicating the objects in phrase, sentenced to hotrods' Fords

Never drive into the parking lot if you don't have a reason for ever being

Thumb your nose and ignore my backhand, beware of the holy warning.

Sisters, the fathers and brothers all didn't know their own mothers' milk

Dreaming of praying on knees or every move you make, it's a calling one

Never a joke, never a fluke, it's always the way it is because that's the end

Of the genome in that particular form, it's stopping the flow of a godsend.

I ain't lying, it's no joke, there's a punch line, it ain't funny, it's humorless

Listen to nobody, take your medicine son, it's an ache that plays 3D chess

Sooner or later, it's a matter of more or less time on the dirt or in the dirt

Should you see me in heaven or hell, say hello but I won't be able to flirt.

Winged angels, up or down, in or out the movement of the noted chords

Music to my ears and the gold of your power to be aware, awake & alive

Eating, drinking, recycling the matter in and out of our forms, hail Caesar!

Tzar powers will never rule any universe's solar system's dead shuck jive.

Angels above and below Chicago and Montgomery, regardless of the spin

Earth's mass wobbles and revolves around the sun like an atomic electron

But why?  Who's asking?  That is the point, the only important one, what?

Truth about the whole heaven and earth myth is, the dead men are mute.

Dead women would have spilled the beans on the eternal immortals' Ids

Survive a power to absorb fuel, energy consummation of heaven's stargate

Oneness of happiness in paradise or in hell, with or without the stepkids

Everyone fish is on its own, its all for One, One for all-star love, killed hate.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, Janvier 9th, 2022 Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin' to #GrammasHands in an infinite loop by @BillWithers on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/qv5pagal-ls }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BojackHorseman #BeatADeadHorse #SettleDownGiddyUp #TheGitUp #Alpha2Omega1 #BishopBullwinkle

CHEERIO, #GODSEYES' EMPTY COWBOY BOOTS, NO SPURS IN THE STIRRUPS

Coming from out of nowhere in Time or Space, I still am Two

Never been One at all, as soon as I arrived, yin & yang flew

It's not my point to be or not to be, just a happening sound

Like the rivers that run north & meet the rivers southbound.

Crockadiles & rednecks with moonshine & concrete cowboys

It's a thing that Adam & Eve if there is anything to the myths

Decided that survival was 100% better than the alternatives

That would be afterlife unknown and no life at all, just ploys.

To keep it on the #DownLow below what's never above it all

Creeps & jinxed junkies around the railroad tracks, got a call

Giving up on applying for a job to work for free for a monthly

And then when the payday comes, disappear into the empty.

A void of rain coming down to be recycled & evaporated too

Fountains of pity & sorrow covered up the song of #CoVid flu

Parked in One no parking zone & it's everywhere I am blood

Nobody to blame but me, my fault, I created a concept, God!

No son of a dog or puppy of a Man, just one #Simple human

I know where I went wrong, it was back at the crossroad "X"

Thoughts stopped as the animation continued, hey I'm a fan

You can't beat a dead horse, even if it's a bojack horseman!

If you don't laugh it off, it's tears in the long run, so be duplicit

You see past the last ride on a cattle drive, gettin' it all down

Back in the saddle only for no reason at all, just to let it ride

Wait, that cowgirl, that gang-bang moll or ones of ettiquette.

I ain't your daddy or your mama, that's #1, enjoy the dark sky

All I am is what I am & that's only for me to know, I found out

Just a cowboy at the rear of the herd, makin' you sweep dust

Strays who fail logic & reason die on #TheDrive, #Godseye.

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r j j  stephan, i  #LetsRide

c.  Samedhi, Janvier Ocho, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 808 AMPST

{ Kicked out this jam listenin' to @TheMarhallTuckerBand #CattleDrive in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Gi6QRzSSGAQ }

 

 

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#OnTheRoad with the mighty @JackKarouack @SteveAllen @HomerSimpson @DavidBowie @ChrisJanson @GretchenWilson #BustAMove @RunDMC

#FAKEBIRD 1 LOVE & 1 LONE #DRONE UNSEEN UNCERTAINTY PRINCIPLE

Asking too many questions will lead to a plethora of finite answers leading nowhere

Which is exactly where this conglomeration of sped up, slowmo movie goes, here

It's what you think if you think that you exist because you're thinking, where's proof

Common denominator and numerator of all fractional calculus is One or Zero, oof!

It will be the way it is regardless of your personal consciousness' selfhood on Earth

Before you were conceived and after your spirit fills the ether of a Void, once again

Carwrecks or dyin' of diseased DNA or just an accidental passing of grim reaping

Bloody Sunday or Saturday night at the movies, either way, teach children to sing.

Voice of the apes who are still naked and cover up their skin and bones with drapes

The birds are flyin' into the yard by the flock, eatin' the seed collection of the vapes

You and I know that without me this isn't goin' down, nothing will be said or heard

On the inevitable time line from conception to the depressing post mortem beards.

Corpus dillecti has it's clickbait cosmic value, circulating the ashes of trout and cod

All of them thought they were immortal when they were mere mortals, not one god

In millions of tries at the climax of the play, nothing remains perfect, an imperative

Of categories' subjects and predicates of ethics, morality and the smoke to survive.

Fond of the miracles that happened before I was born, the legend of divine archives

Call the books and story fragments whatever you will, survive with or without advice

Franken may be an Al or a Stein but the bottom line is above and below the two die

Roll 'em twice or thrice and you'll see that the odds are against thee & me but why?

Jingles & bells sell hard candy leftover from COVID19 celebration of a Godmade bat

You gotta love the population's continents, with due scat respect, all too human son

Recycling the things anima eat, called food, water and transformations into wet scat

Where you & I go from here and now is a mystery until the end & then, "It Is Done!"

Scoopin' scum off a surface of a pond, con-maelstrom pit quicksand's unholy unknowns

Humanity's entrance to Hades & so it goes, fall in, falling in love, go viral G-string K-cup

No worries to beat yourself up no more, you ain't alive but your feet are in the ap-stirrup

I appear to be a bird, dark angel or invisible creep but I'm just #FakeBirds, #Drones.

There's a bone I have to pick with the dreams in your mother's head, I know she's old

Or she may be faithfully departed with or without your knowledge, could be orphan cold

In any case, if it's Friday then it's the imaginary day that gives you two days off of Work

Peanuts for the elephants who never forget, nevermore, nevermore, crow or man, jerk!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Janvier VIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST

{ Translated from the Twilight Zone's ones & zeroes, it's the matrix we've come from & will return, cosmic dust from #AhuraMazda & while listenin' to @DavidBowie #SpaceOddity #MajorTom #GroundControl on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/-802mAXRVsE }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D?