#CosmicDebris #GodsGarbage @Frank_Zappa #Genius #OlympicJuiced #DieInYourArmsTonight #Everlast #WayGone #BrooksUndDunn

BUBBA PURPLE BARCODIN' & HOLDIN' RED SOLO CUPS

Drunken out of nowhere, the dead flowers bloom in starlight & H2O gas

Merry men and good fellows who require nothing but the accented pass

Thinking there's a remote probability that this here's a real world  crime

We waited for One to come leave Wisdom's rhyme, now we outta Time.

Imploding into the neutron you've never seen nor heard of, you feel me?

Driven to the Ends of a line where mobs turnabout to return to my scree

Hearing misinterpretations of the Word of the frank who drink in steins

Danger is the potential yet an avoidable predicament that requires signs.

Caution, Stop or Go but not all at one and the same time, you feel me son

Vaccinate this into your arm or arse, it's required to make you whole too

Not only knowing that Truth is a shock but also that your Ego's an illusion

Got a lot of nerve, cover yo' face, I'm all #Doublespeakin' & #Barefootin'.

Calculus and the trigonometry perform the exercise of your tiny mindset

So real, you thought you'ere everything in the world on the way to bliss

All of the others are secondary or tertiary upto & including fakin' regret

As if you care one bit about the subject or object of predication analysis.

Trophies all fell down on the ground and broke into a million pieces, I did

Done damage without able to use the tool of Reason with insight of a kid

Fans of the babies and toddlers and young guns and baby makers of 2025

Liberty means you know the Law & you modify your intent to satisfy Jive.

Take a stand, continue acting as if you're in charge, God's felonious assault

It's like this & like that, you know what I mean, you know it ain't my fault

I got here post game, it'd already begun & it was all One & now It Is done

Collected two bills but then landed squarely on Go To Jail, I went, I am In.

Your drive within is not your own, you own it but it ain't your fault, pawn

Yet a couple fraudulent paths ahead, War or Peace, #BLM humane dawn

Cash flow in and out of the foreign legion of idiots & morons sock it to me

I am not the One in charge, that I can tell you, SET FREE, a reader will Be!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, February XVIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Abstracted while jammin' on #WaynesWorld #GulfWarBit on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bi_t54HNeIg }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ALLJackedUP #AllDownWithUP @PIXAR #Swell

SOMETHING ABOUT BEING ALL #JAqED-UP ON @CHUCKLES & @Pi

You're not in with the in-crowd and you don't know what the in-crowd knows, see?

It is less your fault than the obliteration of cultural expression, extinction in the air

Our mamas all knew that this was all a temporary lapse of the world's Time share

Space never full of wasted ilk 'cause it's The Wasteland itself, fake podcast scree.

Mugshots and gunshots, just because you had no control over 1, gunpowder, so

You get what you got, little kids being recruited by the big, bad boys & bad girls

Motherless children & their lost lambs turned into the sheeple of the flock's curls

Boring a deep hole into the ground brings you out the other side, a sky dive, bro!

Many splits into an infinite display of sub-atomic charm, east of a north pole hole

Kids, children, offspring both planned & accidental, way more often slowin' the roll

Of being the clickbait of worms & hooks of the COW fishermen, this is God's play

On stage from first to last act & Finale, actor or actress, a giant Fe, Fi, Fo, Fum.

Pulling over to the side of the road as I've run out of electricity on the avenue, I'm

That's it, the name of the avenue is "I'm" and I ain't foolin' around in Space-Time

There's a signal and a sign on every corner, on every street and highway, go fish

There are many in the sea, they know to avoid the hook or they're dead, I do wish.

If I can't catch the food for my life and those dependent, we'll all perish in the sky

Up, up and away from the bottom lines on the ground, where fire burns up & out

Angels came only in the mind, they would not skip dimensions of imaginary fiction

Only you know, deep down in your holy oneness, this is it, all you get, "Now ride!"

by

r j j  stephan, i  #NoCandyArsesDisallowed #YouAreWelcome

c.  Mercredi, February XVIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ #MyLiverKillsAllAlcohol drafted while jammin' to #FightThePower by @TheIsleyBrothers on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8QZvoOqUkqw & @Everlast #DieInYourArms link @ https://youtu.be/d1oSDRTvazc & #AllJackedUp by @Gretchen_Wilson link @ https://youtu.be/D0wAQNzK0Ow  }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#SoulPerfect #SinInAPin @JimiHendrix & @IsleyBrothers #2022SuperBowlLVICommercials

HE GOT YOU & DIDN'T HESITATE MY LADY, DON'T TOUCH, AD INFINITUM

Gold in the water down deep in the uttermost echelon of the pit, look out below

Where it's at is the same place it's always been, where the action is, stiff upper lip

Simple as a complex solution to no problem you'll ever solve, you must be on a trip

To be in the game without any foresight or hindsight means no rules to me, yo yo.

Screaming without the Words of the magic you believe is true, silence of ALL dead

Nobody gets out of here alive, you will see soon enough that there's nothing said

Pushing on the fading mental awareness, painting the fat, skinny bones of a face

Red, blue and white in hues never seen before tomorrow, next time in my Space.

Yeah, I knew you, I saw your face again, by the window's front door line dance toll

Cried and laughed for a New York Minute until it waned and it was over in a B-roll

Bums left the smells of the food they ate and liquid they drank behind, broken kids

Couldn't comprehend the ABC's & the 1,2,3's in the K-12, no diploma or degree bids.

Smoked you in the sheets of tree pulp, leaf of the weed grown for the magicians

To change the things themselves from what they would have been with cousins

Songs of the bands, melodies of the orchestras & sans solos of Ones with nothing

About this, that & the other things that have the Time to burn, she got a D ring.

Bongs been blown and passed around the clock until the mind fell downtown

Mississippi to Montana, Washington to Florida, Jersey to California, am I wrong

Animated the 208 bones, let the watchers see what they saw, return a f' frown

Heard more than a moron, less than an idiot, I've been gone too long, so long?

Marshall Tucker or Mathers can rhyme the roamin' repercussions of a rappin' Id

Deeper than known by the conscious, below the sub, above the super, ah, The Kid

Plans of misunderstood eternity and a temporary lapse of reason's certainty scree

All over when it's over, now it's over, all of it, harmony to the finale, it's my gravy.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, February 15th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 711 PMPST

{ Jammed to @IsleyBrothers #ThatLady - Soul perfection 11:27 rockin' link @ https://youtu.be/nHp4Nk7fS0k}

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?