#McGilicuttyBlues & #PowerOfPositiveThinking #HellIWasRaisedInDONE

ALL DONE?  A FADE-AWAY, IT'LL BE OK

Those god am I sticks and stones ain't botherin' my mojo, who is the One, I am, hence

I'm thinkin' more than usual for a second or two, I fell, I got up, I forgot who you were

Don't know who you'll be with yo' mind's eye tweekin' like a tweeker in a china shop

But and that's one big but, all conclusions are based on perception, that is everything.

To the ones who fill in the blanks with their wise and foolish friends who can see it all

For you and I, this ain't nearly enough since we're all gonna die with or without a soul

Maybe you have one, maybe you don't, it's been said we're deep down in a Void hole

What am I gonna do now?  Maybe I'll cry, maybe I'll die, just like every day on a Ball.

Continental drifting lining up the surf and wind for the paradise by dashboard, eh son

The green, the blue & amber lights in the darkness are cool but I am seein' blood red

Before it's in the air, the sanguine flow is blue, without the oxygen & with it crimson

Smile for everyone, intense move to check & finally checkmate, my queens are bled.

Game of points without angles, notions of general and particular inductions of Word

High or lowdown, 32 miles high and in too deep to know the fingerprinted, hot sword

Slice and cut without realizing that life is over when the blood stops the pain of gods

Separation and integration of the rotten and the ripe, music and a dentist's hot rods.

Happiness is smiling when there's nothing to smile about, Nothing is the key, I'm a fan

Windows and doors will keep the unknown at bey but it'll come out in an original Sin

Strum, blow, pound and yell about the bass and treble of the five senses' production

No harm in smiling at strangers unless you're given the permission from, I'm The Man.

Listen up & give it your best shot at comprehending the nature of the beast, I forget

To recollect the gods have no idea you've arrived here, that is the Truth, angelic debt

Owing the creator, owing myself, owing nobody but me, owing you?  I'm smokin' tea

Riding clean or dirty on 1, 2, 4 or 18 wheels, it's a cycle that's gone 'round a century.

Pour your tears out of my eyes now, cry until you've understood you're faux pas turd

Someday you're supposed to remember the error you've used to judge the west wind

Already gone, mystic winds blew out the chaff and sawdust of tree wood, a tear, a cry

Water dried up sixty-nine roses on my grave, reversed natural oneness, go ahead, die!

Monks and apes putting the entire scenario into perspective, babies are now grownup

Bearded, shaved, innocent and guilty, males, females & the 'xy' random mix of catsup

Bones, muscles, liquid iron from deevolution of atomic fission, one alternative, fusion

Crops, animals, burnt ash of Hydrogen, allstars playin' games, scored, Time Is, I'm out.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, Janvier XXXIst, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 555 AMPST

{ Saved just in Time, Space was there before I got here, it'll be here when I'm already gone, drafted this GEM listenin' to @Keb'Mo' #BetterMan on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/pLUCoS1JiyY }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#RIP #JohnnyFever @HowardHessman #HigherHopes #LowBallers #GetInLine #WeGotHighHopes #ApplePieInTheSkyHopes #InsaneInTheMembrane #GotNoBrain

KIDS & GOATS, THIS AIN'T A PARTY, WTH?

We all can't make this scat up out the blue, Eve, One's case, girl was built

Son, there's a sun & nothing else, I mean, innocent being laid, full on guilt

As if it's your fault that One inseminated God's egg yolk, come on a hollar

This ain't no party, it ain't no disco & you ain't gettin' away with murder.

Down into a deep fissure, not a Garden of Eden from the 60's to the 20's

Now, you move over to the side and watch the traffic 'til ya get a free tow

Triple A or just a beautiful specimen of a woke, human genome, too much

Or It could be right out of the shaker, pepper or salt, just like that & such.

Before you knew you were learnin' to stroke the culture for the benefits

On welfare and foodstamps without lifting a finger to work, socialist skits

Pretending to be sharing the booty when all it is that anyone can see is 'x'

Unknown makes you & I nervous, young or old during an excitement hex.

Moved a germ into an egg, that's it man, that's all you & I are, maybe nots

Could be an invisible soul or smokey ghost only the ESP of the few robots

Most radical purview of high society's street culture of God, the absentee

Nerves cool, reactors, Earthquakes, atomic chains react, continents adrift.

Yet, I'm One, Matter's fission & fusion of the sun's origin, a black, holy Dei

Deep Space, I stare directly into the sun, I'm blind now, ain't a good idea

Snap my fingers but I can't get eye's hindsight or insight back, heretofore

All I could do was lay there, sit & run there, be there, but talk, nevermore.

Behind bars, behind walls, behind gates and invisible doors, It is amazing

Little germ came into an egg & That gets locked up for bad programming

It ain't my fault that I'm here and now, I'm not responsible for all zygotes

You're this creator of the Thing Itself, an infinite matrix of #AllSheWrote!"

365 1/4 days to spin around The Black Light slam, 70 of 'em & y'all home

Queens & kings with tongues firmly planted, inner sanctum cheeks, OM

All I know and all I can say is nothing more than anyone else's scree to be

Firepower's here, now, I think I am, therefore I am, #OOMCDH, rock me!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, Janvier XXXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 666 AMPST

{ Filled the empty Void with this ditty while listenin' to a Loop of @EddieMoney #Shakin' https://youtu.be/-MtQMS5596I }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GodSake #ManForesake #EarthShakeItUp #EddieMoney #TalkingHeads #MightyTemptations

IT ALL WORKS OUT, A HOT FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER, GO FORTH

Either it's a revolting development of the chaos & order or else this is just being all too human

Before you go and jump off a cliff into a Deep End, where even angels fear to go, no seamen

Not here or there or anywhere else, it's a miracle that an iota of DNA survived the Big Banger

We'll never really know the impact first hand but we may imagine that we're a Texas Ranger.

Lookin' for a way to get over the border when you're there on the border of nowhere, man

I wondered what it was like to be the head and feet of the honcho who rules mortality sans

My soul, my spirit, my verve and push and pull on the matters presented by the star's light

Photons deep into my bones, programmed from eons of random collisions of a cosmic kite.

Fly in and check out before you know it, not for me to say or tell any tall tale's short story

Pompous ego has been murdered by the Id, the middle path was the only way to get away

From the muck and the living mud, black, red or terminally dead, it's already gone, I say

Yet there's light at the end of the tunnel, I left it there to find my way back from ol' glory.

Mama mia and father of mine let me know early on that this ain't a party down here, yo

It's never going to get any worse or better than the way it is, when spoutheads wannabe

Talkin' and smokin' the fired up paper and wood of the trees of knowledge, evil-good tea

Hey now, I've got an idea that came down from the helicopter before it crashed in blow.

Drugs in the flowers and dirty, chemistry labs of morons and idiots runnin' in circular pods

As if being all too human wasn't enough for any man, woman, boy or girl, now we got gods

Did I say this wasn't a party?  It used to be and then I got used to the walk of the ho chases

Don't touch it or try to duplicate the look, guitar played your make-up off of your two faces.

Clearly the blind can see everything invisible but when it's in the ultraviolet, infrared, I say

Nothing is all there is, you'll get there without trying, maybe before you know it, any today

Names for the subjects & objects that predicate this here & that there, A to Z, farmer's dell

Enough energy eating itself to wrap around one Singularity, it swallows bad boys in hot Hell.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, Janvier XXIXth, MMXXII Anno Domini

{ #CockSure you'll be reading this at your own peril, drafted the gem while jammin' to the @TalkingHeads with @AdrianBelew LIVE 1980 @Dortmund on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GQo1YK3I0BY }

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W.W.A.R.D.?