#SomethingAboutACreekAround2AM #DontNeedNoClothes #HangEmOnALimb #SomethingBoutATruckInAFarmersField #HighHopes #MotherOfGod #JustKillinTime #GirlInARedSunDress

MARY, THE M.O.G. J.K.T.* AT THE DRIVE-IN'S DARK TUNNELS, BLUE CHEER, CHEERIOS & CHUCKLES

Signify a flatbed load of 2 X 4's into the form and shape of the holy thing I'm inside of, under Pine joists and terracotta roof tiles

I loaded up my saddle bags and packed some jerky to last a few weeks, headed home to see kin, my first places to touchdown

Diapers, formula in rubber nipples, long enough to grow long in the tooth and bite the fake teat in two, too mean to be a frown

Happy face appearance above the shoulders, all too human way of being the last cause of the straight-up finale, ends of my piles.

Force of movement both in and out of unholy places as well as the holy things in holy places, persons of a hysterical bloodline

Before & after an imaginary, unqualified zero, pre-dawn and post-twilight, imagine being it all, unmoved ghostly signal's sign

In no way at the beginning nor at the ending will you realize that Life is but a dream, all star movies inside each fathead's Void

It's not personal, it's rather an overgeneralization to implicate the unknown as the cause of life, death & a cosmic hemorrhoid.

The tabulation's computation is final and not reviewable, you think you are in luck but you're actually animated dust dolemite

Murder & accidental organic dysfunction will complicate the conceptual analysis of evolution's extinct of species, too human

Inhumane to be true, ask an astronaut about empty Voidness all around us, no plant or zoo animal genome, dead, deep Space

Here's some news whether you like it or not, you're gonna laugh or cry but for certain, you will be One wiser than I, in your face.

Enjoyed the ride from innocence to the wisdom of the absolute certainty that Nothing is impossible, just go to your room

I must be in order to stroke the keyboard with intelligible skill & humor of tongue and cheek displays of public affection, a kiss

Sometimes as small as a chicken peck on a grain of feed, nearly no kiss at all, more like a near-miss of a half-whole Sloe-Gin Fizz

Post apocalyptic, one way street to corpus delicti, no lookin' back, top floor dropped down to funny stand-ups lies in a tomb.

In vain but still moving in and out of the dark and the light due to the perpetual rotation and revolution of Earth's ellipse of God

There's nothing else but this warm star that could blow or implode at a given moment, low life of being in the smoke of Fire

High hopes just like the silly jamokes who flow freely from their mothers' legs to the holy holes of building brick and hard mortar

Fine tuned and ready for One last thrust into the Unknown, God interrupts the Order, inserts the Chaos, Xmas event to a whore.

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r j j  stephan, i  *JKT = Just Killing Time

c.  Lundi 10 janvier, deux mille vingt-deux, Anno Domini à 08h00, heure normale du Pacifique (PST) 

{ #Thrashed out  listenin' to #KillingTime430 @ https://youtu.be/GP6jiKNiKPM @JohnCafferty & the @BeaverBrownBand }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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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