#SomebodyGotAway #SomebodyDidntGitTooFar #WhiskeyForMyMen #BeerForMyHorses

RAISED WHISKEY GLASSES & GUNSMOKE ON A LIVE, EVIL STREET

Stung in the face 'tween the eyes before I knew it, the deed was all done, I got shot... I died...

Out in the Great Beyond, above and below this lump of solar flotsam & jetsam, is what I am

Bottoms went up much more than you'd think they would, if you snooze, you lose, it's no lie

Truth becomes you & I and when we never tell a lie, one's word of honor catches fish on a fly.

Bums, junkies, mentally insufficient and physically #Maleficent, fairies roam the ether's stew

Cosmic from atom to red giants and black hole's singularities, the whole shebang never blew

Always been expanding since the First Cause forgot to remain in place, first movement, boom

Here & now were are, it's a gift so accept the moments as stolen & unrepayable, God's room.

Talkin' Zeus or Ra or Ahura Mazda and the pantheon of mythical dynamos in charge of a Hehl

Order in our tiny minds only, subjects, predicates, express the existence & futile quest for fun

Rats, roaches, birds, invertebrates, bacteria, viral DNA shape formation, a Form of me at One

Preconceived as a #selfie notion, a pledge of being cream of the crop, it's all a lot of cowbell!

At once upon this time, stuck in a conscious loop while riding the 'L' train in a Chicagoan loop

Gone before it actually caught an even stride, fell off of the razor's edge on a proverbial scoop

Fell way down to the bottom where I landed safely on my feet, but my feet weren't under me

I forgot exactly what happened but I've lost my life in the 208 mortal bones, to not or to be.

Muscles & wits assist survival but accidental death happens before the graduation to success

Not only is that true & it cannot be false but also, in the end, even sceptics will see The Light

Which they all find is what they are, indeed, starlight inside & outside, we're all caput right?

As it remains to be seen until the last gasp for gas, late bloom, better off in ignorance's bliss!

I'm in no hurry to see nothing when my eyes are wide open, unblinking in an atrophy's blues

Rotting and beginning bacterial deterioration, sense of taste and smell all gone with the Flu's

Inside of & anywhere near a sewer, any 911 building up from foundation's mud, blood & beer

Send 'em all to their maker, that will settle 'em down, hung high in the street's loathing fear!

In the ground, on the ground, of the ground and the gunsmoke settled atop my dirty GD face

All I wanted to do was to breathe, be happy and healthy, laugh a little, cry a little with grace

Victory answered for wicked deeds, happy or not, it was a journey down under, riding it dirty

Gangsters' evil force always will be here & now, gunsmoke puts 'em underground, roll a fatty!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, Janvier XXIInd, MMXXII @ 0830 AMPST

 

{ Pried this word flombet while jammin' to #BeerForMyHorses @WillieNelson & @TobyKeith #GangstersDoinThirtyDaze #WhiskeyForMyMenBeerForMyHorses link @ https://youtu.be/NHoGBEaCd-M }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#DisinterredBonehead @HenryLouisMenkin #HLMenkin #ComeOnMan - #BlaiseAblaze #BlaisePascal #NoBearsInFloridaEverglades #HailFauci

HIGH HEAVEN'S SPACE'S PIT, MOONLIT VARIANT TIME HOLES, STARDUST

Round up the kids, saddle up we're gittin' outta this Space's Time, here now is already gone

Just here and there a minute ago, I listened & watched as the things themselves went too far

On the edge of the ledges up on the top of the sky's scrapers, I still see 'em all jumpin' down

No comin' back after that final decision to jump, they couldn't reverse the fast forward K-car.

Totally sober and tea-totin' the smoke in a one-hitter frame of reference, a byte of my Maui

All the men and horses are taken care of, the posse is down for the night, nestled in the sea

Of being all too human in this menudo, that's a dream within a dream, a waking, a woke boy

Lookin' for the girls to make more of the same in perpetuity, meet back at the local bar's toy.

Who other than your ma & pa are your maker man?  Woman?  You know the answer, silence!

It's all good and bad and ugly but it's all we've got and if you know more than that, y'all fools

Underground or above and below the dirty grime of the planet's refuse, burned cinder jewels

Oil underground, gold in mountain caves but why?  We were an allstar man, it's what she sells.

Justice is what it is, what we are, cowboys' gangs rewarded punishments for a hooker's sticks

Gunsmoke settled after the bullets flew and the only ones left were the Bad & the Ugly, hicks

Starting from scratch 'cause they were illiterate and read nothing, rolled gods into One wraith

They hit and they kicked it, they threw it up, up & away, didn't get too far on the middle path.

I shuffled off to Buffalo, New York or the orphanage I'm from, I can't recall now, hey, I'm dead

Cut me some slack, give me a break or else it's going to get busy up in here, until we're all free

We're all indentured and even a celebrity is a slave to the mother of us all, the end is it, all of it

Hoping to see your faithfully departed is akin to praying for food you've eaten to reincarnate.

You have a mask on your face to impede the volume of oxygen you inhale, your brain atrophy

Poked, blinded eyes by Darkness in the light of day, you're trippin' on an LSD's bowling trophy

Your mind fell down low, to a place where Alice or Pan went, Wonderland or Never Never sign

It's time to do what we're doing, #KissThis, doin' it every day 'til the ends of Time, it's #SoFine.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, Janvier XXIst, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 888 AMPST

{  Drafted jammin' to a loop of @Seanpaul #SoFine link @ https://youtu.be/8PQgYpnhDIw & #Stardust by @NatKingCole @ https://youtu.be/DjU6ZjrQulc }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhiskeyForMyMen #BeerForMyHorses #SKOAL

MORE COWBELL, FLOATIN' DOWN THE RIVER, GOT MY MONEY & CIGARETTES 

I made a few mistakes now & then but I got pushed into the river, I drowned in reverse Zen

Perfection is nothing but a conceptual analysis of what you cannot do, being just too human

For the bones we've been created from and the ones we've created, we owe the old savant

Nearly a foot in the grave so to speak, like it or not a mortal morsel of a divine vacuum One.

On any road that runs into a fork where you've been forced to the decision to exit homes

Without being able to change our mind, it means we've got no choice, we gotta move on

A line from the origin to your final destination, welcome or not, it's comin' for your bones

Down to the atomic DNA, your acid is nothing more nor less than a divine function to run.

Struck in the face, square in the nose, dotted both of my eyes, yo' mama said knock me out

So I think I am, or maybe I just must be because at least I'm thinkin' I am, one fact of living

Life is a game, a board game and you're the racecar or the thimble, move until the ending

It's all over when it's over and you'll be the first to know, others will check, make 'em pout.

I was a teenager but who cares, I was a dependent infant & lived to be aged, an old man be

No pun intended, really seven decades of living in this cask of Amontillado, got a full monty

Screaming like it was the funniest punch line ever heard, it was only a fine line crucifix key

Hung up and left out to dry when a thunderstorm was comin' upon the whole of Mercury.

Suddenly, the second planet from the burning star that makin' Time to My empty Space

I was a winner in the world and the loser in me turned out to be the yin to my yang face

Black, white, rainbow from infrared to ultraviolet wavelengths & frequencies, god-whore

All of the omnibus is Nothing but a thing in the middle of nowhere, morons with no more.

High and low priests and brothers of the cloth, wear no underwear & take what you give

From the bottom of your heart or your pants pocket or pocket book, give tides to a sieve

Never full, always room for a handout from the charity of sorrow for being related to Eve

Adam was a problem originally but the introduction to paradise of a beauty, bad I believe.

Can't keep the intent of the mind on One subject or One object when Love of Life is there

In a room, anywhere on Earth, all too human boys & girls have no choice but to be divinity

On or off of a gas or electric stove, the heat is on, runnin' like hot wind, I need a cold beer

Ice cold on ice, I don't care if it's a Schlitz or a Hamm's or even an Old Style, I'll drift to sea.

Poverty and wealth parts of the trouble with mankind, it's all dog eat dog world bein' kind

Amazed that it's covered up well enough for the Many to believe the incredible, it's so fine

On a Time line in imaginary Space, a matrix full of commercial offers to to be happy & sad

Baby unaborted, free or indentured lettin' bones move to the light of the sun's proton fad.

Burned is not bad but it's not good either, neither good nor ugly nor bad, just a rose bud

Ready to become what it's seed meant it to be, the code of beauty, color, shape, scent

Velvet feeling on every petal until the empty center where Nothing sees all that's a flood

Older than any testament or collection of dyed life, munched into the leftover scat rent.

Ran into a truck or a wall, I think I may have been smashed out of the universal face of an Id

Shallow as I can surf the curls but there's no Truth there, go deeper, use knife-sword fencin'

Below, cut underneath their souls, invisible as always & still a subject's predication, The Kid

It's #TheKid to you man, I told you I'm the One your mother warned you about, no pity son. 

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudy, Janvier XX, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 555 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin' to @JoeWalsh #InTheCity & HITS youTube link @ https://youtu.be/xUDFMl-TsaA & @TalkingHeads #TakeMeToTheRiver link @https://youtu.be/v4azbl96BJY }

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