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 @ArmstrongAndGettyTrippin'

SITTING BULL, HERE & NOW, WAITING ON MY MEDICINE 

Quite a simple mind attempting to utilize logic and reason designed by holy mankind's funk

Nothing in this universe, as we know it, is actually anything other than ol' Time jerkin' mine

Who I am, what I am is not as important as who you are & what YOU are, too human drunk

Out of sight with insight, communism is sharing it all with the miscreants on the hot terrain.

Punks, bums and junkies pretending to be the best thing since slice bread and burnt crust

On Earth or in the Sea, all in the empty space of Nitrous Oxide, a laughin' gas turns to rust

Nothing matters and if it did, you wouldn't care enough to try to change what is inevitable

A good day in the neighborhood of an eighth continent, underground, under one God's hell.

Funk is high on the list of bacteria, there's a chink in the DNA armor, you are all shrinking too

Before you know it, you've moved on from the memory of the past into the all-present brew

If you buckle up your seat belt, you'll remain in place for the entire ride, it's One bumpy one

In the mud, the blood and the near beer, I'm on my own green, whiskey and rye, yeah mon!

All in & all out, just a matter of Time in this Space, your limit cannot be decreased, a dunk slam

Infinity's own since conception, nurtured by inception-deception on the way to one black sun

On a regular basis, every spin of rock Earth in it's infinite giddy-up, a loop in a One, God's Adam

Need my medicine, wrote it down on a wall in a torch-lit-dark cave, a UFO crashed, #SamIAm.

Function of research is what it's all about, trust the science of the low income program, extinction

There's the Singularity left, it's needing to be what it is, a collapsed star, not an immortal angel sin

Come on man!  You need to grow up, you might die today or tonight, maybe in your sleep, a dream

Nevermore to awaken my 208 bones to roam the plains, to eat & to defecate, cycle circle, my Son.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, Janvier One Two, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 888 AMPST

{ Drafted listenin' to the mighty @ArmstrongUndGetty @KSTE650AM link @https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/?cmp=web_share&embed=true }

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#FINKUniversityGraduate #69class69 #JuiceSmoothInTheGroove #RAIDERS2022 @VegasRaiders

CHEERIO MAN, NOBODY GETS OUT ALIVE, POPS & MOMS ARE THE BIRDS & BEES *

Droppin' tailgate behind the corn, around 2 AM, down by the creek under the full moon light

Last time since the first time & I can't get past the no trespass sign but I got beer on ice, right

Bold as I wanted to be without my clothes on top yours on the tree limb, mercy to the allstars

All of them sparkled because of the temperature rising, to conceive the notion to make Ours.

Boys and girls all get over it if they don't become a priest or a nun, figure it out, you dipsht

What it is can't be anymore than this civilized culture allows, tell it yourself in a hall closet

How many listen is zero and how many are sayin' words written on rock tablets in a flow

Commands of One to the Many?  Come on man!  UFO's have travelled in Time, to & fro.

I think you'll agree or disagree but I don't give a hoot, still I'm gonna reboot your PC, Love, sir

OK, now it's time again to spill the beans on the lowdown, forgive & don't shoot a messenger

Your hard drive fried software?  Nothing can be done except turn omega's back on a third eye

Started with a kiss & led to more, baby's a marine hero all gone, stars, stripes, cherry 3.14 pi.

Mercy and Hope have little to do with the little bit of sympathy I can ween from the dry teat

Charity for every atom, every galaxy and girls with red sun dresses on, something about that

Compulsory nature to move the rocks and animate the unmoved mover, to be alive as a Man

Or Woman who incubated them in the holier than thou womb where y'all come from, #1 fan.

Probably won't see this in writing more than once or twice in a lifetime, lucky draw for some

Dive right into the deep end, recollect the happiness and good times when nothing mattered

Other than those birds and bees, those moments flyin' around the Ether, life fleeting, oh no!

You forget now and then and take it for granted, it happens, it returns, climax's suck & blow !

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, Janvier Onze, MMXXII Anno Domini at 555 AMPST

{ Drafted out of sympathy for Ones who will never know the unbelievable while listenin' to a loop of @KipMoore - #Somethin''BoutATruck #Somethin''BoutACreekRoundTwoAM link @ https://youtu.be/3YfNFR6gh2E & @BillyGibbons LIVE @DarylsHouse link @ https://youtu.be/YQmuibsXoDM }

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#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 }

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