#HunterSThompson @HunterThompson

SILVER TRANSMUTED INTO GOLD, BYGONES WATER INTO CHERRY VINO

Heartbroken by a zipper made at a first beat, barked up a tree, open dream

Remember the meaning of the key to the locked box when there is no hope 

Underground & under the bridges over the rivers that run, ridin' dirty pope

You may be high or drunk when you read this, if so, ya know it's two thirty.

A last call for alcohol I shouted to an empty baroom of ghosts with tattoos

You know & I know that nobody gets out of here alive, perpetual rainbows

Rain and shine will find me underneath the hot, burning, atomic job-blows

With water, milk, dead plants & animals, we'll love 'til we run out of clues!

Gods flying jets all over the air space of seven continents and island refuges

Bombs away all over the carpet, rectangular smoke screen cover up please

Switch off your projector and your silver screen, lights out, darker & darker

360 degrees to modify a microscopic presence, fragmented radii diameter.

Motion is sometimes locomotion if the engine pulls the weight on my tracks

Trippin' on your own two feet is the M.O. of the swingin' hip ones of my eye

Chances are I'll be hookin' up with one or the other, it's my soul callin' tricks

Wired and higher than the highest mountain top, Mt Everest below me pie.

Looking and hearing the goods, the matter & forms, it nearly makes sense

Bangin' the hot pounder that needs the movement & a feral attitude lens

It could be worse you could have said what was really on your mind, caput

Leave you alone, no problem, leave me alone, bend over man, kiss my fruit.

Last call for the alcohol festered out of the ground pounders & their sons

Daughters and wives all cookin' the spells up with unwritten incarnations

That lady and guy, them & the others coast to coast, all seven continents

Senses cancelled their functions, taste & smell, sight and sound, touch left.

I am what I am, can't stand no more, scored triple doubles, shirt-skins win

What the issue can be is that there's a winner & a loser or both, all audiofile

Seriously & in no random order, moved to In & Out for triple-double style

Sound out my mouth's clear & loud, when it's over, it's over, I drink my gin.

Nailed the thieves up against the timber with 16 penny nails, hurt 'em bad

Paidback the karma for the stolen and broken, none of it my fault, all yours

Chartreuse and fuschia crayola eating contest won by the free and the brave

Girls without dads, moms with no sons' eyes blinkin', in 6 foot deep graves.

Programmed for freedom & a formidable adversary of indentured servants

Mo, Maureen, Joe & GeriLynn all went for it at the same time, wise savants

From 8 miles up higher that the ground gets pounded, I am powering it up

Height of God's Climax, moved & animated old deadheads, drunk on a cup.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, March VIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini

{ Phishing' in fine Columbian and Cuervo Gold, caught my limit, Unlicensed all the while listenin' to #TimeOutOFMind by @SteelyDan at youTube link @ https://youtu.be/RKz_G4wrJ-8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#RhondaWouldNotHelp #ShesGone #DeeperThanGodKnows @ABBA etc, etc, etc...

ALREADY ALL OVER IN WOMBS OF YO' MOTHERS

You may be out of your mind but I'm not out of mine, it's Einstein to you

I don't know the physics equations of the wizard who knows true value

Of pi or x or y not even a miracle can change it, it's one constant cosign

Figures squiggled onto walls and then paper and finally a laptop screen.

Fixed up like in high school in '67, proms and parties for the girls o' mine

There were too many to list in this short space and it takes a longer time

Cuervo gold and Columbian makin' all nights away from home bearable

Barely bearable, in reality fairly nerve wracking at best, at worst, #Hehl!

My gods didn't help at all, Greek or Roman all forget to be supernatural

Needing the hammer of Thor to smash the embrace I have around you

Girl, like birds of a feather, we're stickin' together, I will never waiver it

The stuck I love, nothing else will surpass the ecstasy you've found, pal.

Speaking of that lady who comes into your life sets your holy soul on fire

Never did that 'fore that keester time, it was like a flu shot in the derriere

It's over nearly as soon as you feel the pain's fake knowledge, fakin' fear

As it's always been, the mystery's for me to know & for you to find dear!

I never knew because nobody else knew & nobody could raise the dead

California girls & that west coast sunshine pulled me north to south poles

Waves slammin' into the Pac-oceanic coastline & skyline of Sierra's holes

I got around in & out of town, made Time, put me down, Nothing is said.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, March VIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 PMPST

{ Drafted while listenin' to #GodOnlyKnows by @TheBeachBoys link @ https://youtu.be/u90beUXTKwo & #JOJO by @BozScaggs link @ https://youtu.be/Pw2lytRwWGI & #UncleAlbert by @PaulMcCartney link @ https://youtu.be/UvUkPtSheyg & #CaliforniaGirls by @TheBeachBoys link @ https://youtu.be/cdNRiZ0kwR8 & OK, @ABBA #MamaMia  }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

E=mC2 eh, oh mama mia?

@AllmanBrothersConcert & a cornucopia of blood, sweat & tears out the hippies & cowboys of the 2thousand-Teens & 2020's

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ROSEVILLE ROADMEN OF TENT CITY, A CROOKED GOLF COURSE & RAILROAD MORGUE

Stood straight up on the rocks to roll over & kick stones to the curbs of heaven & hell's dues

To live on cloud nine forever until the soul disintegrates into the Void, the Black Hole of gods

Don't shoot the messenger because the message is indecipherable, you need get really loose

All up to you & nobody else, no ma, pa, bro, sis, son, daughter, cousin, aunt or uncle hotrods.

Bunks both top and bottom, now have a middle finger stuck in a jug's bottomless black hole

Who gets more jacked up than the fat boys who got fed by the food stamps and herb dough

It ain't your fault kids, it's your absentee fathers and worse yet, the ones who stayed to Win

To Place and to Show was never enough for #1, in the mud, in the blood & the beer & a fin.

Ma and Pa won't help you behind the bars without your teeth, decayed bitin' on The Apple

Behind the mirrors and the hollywood lights, there IS a secret place you'll see soon enough

It'll come when you don't expect it, in the north or south, no hemisphere above or below It

Jacked up inside & outside of the whole shebang, ask a moron, ask an idiot, they know shyt.

Compared to the decomposition of the composition, your freedom mythology is on the Rhine

It comes out of the sun, the moon and the stars, it makes you dance & rock like a bum scum

Not my fault I play dumb, it's all anybody's got, rednecks & hippies get along on a thin Dime

Huntin' & fishin' growin' the moonshine to town, the sheriff is my Uncle, wave and drink rum.

Spun my rubber down into a deep rut, no way but the One Way, that's my way or a highway

Children's parents, brothers, sisters, cousins, friends & their enemies, it's wet mud in the sky

Fix up your locomotion for yourself & your neighbors, make sure they've got a get-a-way ride

Hard to walk fast enough when your feet are rotten by Jambalaya and Pine, dentist don't say.

Sweet or sour, hot & cold, soft & hard as the rocks under your pebble beach & deep blue sea

Full house with the aces over kings, can't be beat except a full house of hearts, hidden trump

Schizophrenia and paranoia are the symptoms of the Great Depression, real boys die like men

Girls and women wait and watch the Hollywood movie and wish, hope for the lives of the sin.

Where you get everything you want and need, anytime you want or need anything, It Is Done

As above, so below, the narrow way or the hard way, the One or the Many ways to the Scum

It comes out of the twirling whirl of the world, the spin and wobble of the leftover Big Bangin'

Sons and daughters of the dogs of war, bums just scarred pieces of planetary refuse, oh sons!

No Place here & now to run from the ones comin' after you, paranoia will kill you with a blow

Com se, com sa!  What's the problem with stealing & killing innocent people?  10CC's, my god

Women and men will always be there when the eyes lids stick wide open, holy mother of Ra

Rats and roaches crawled into the picture, below and above the stage of a surrealistic pillow.

To stay alive and awake, out of a jail pen of incarcerated, disobedient fools, junkies & pigeons

I get the blame, you get it too, nobody else is responsible for The Life you got, son of my sons

Plugs in 12-gauge shotgun holes that finished the job on my trunk's skin & bones, I'm all gone

Blood tracks of my conscious self when my brain bled to a deep purple override, I'm all done!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, March VIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Drafted while listenin' to #LipsNeedLockin #SugarStirrin #KnockinBoots by @Luke_Bryan in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Ioz93bSi2uc }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?