#HeyNineteen #Frye #SteelyDan #Shelton

 

HOW'S THAT 2022 A.D. GOING, DREAM IN A DREAM, AIN'T IT A SHAME?

In a little while, everyone alive'll be dead of old age or by random accident of Space dust

Compared to the alternative, a life of a human is far better than fake life of upper crust

Black or red dirt you'll be buried underneath while Man's hired top guns seize your assets

Timber falls either naturally with gravitational pull down or due to an axe or chainsaw sets.

Homer and Marge live and die for the animation, if they don't move it they'll lose it, it's true

No miracle can bring back the dead, no gods have the power to resurrect the sins of the crew

China or Russia, England, France, Germany, Spain, United States & Canada, all in on WW #3

I was not in on the polling or I would have had given my opine, that WW 3 is the End story.

Maybe I'll be proved wrong but that would be only if we all survive to recollect fake wisdom

That Time passes quickly, Earth revolves around old Sol, 365 1/4 days every year, psyche 'em

It's all we can do, just survive and be the most fit in the neighborhood you roam in hip skins

Watch your SIX and keep in mind that nobody gets out of here alive, all mortals are cousins.

Desire for the need to bleed when you're the hero of the minons who keep eyes wide open

So, move to hide in plain sight, disguised as though the bums and junkies have spawned sin

There I am with all there is, I look like I really am, tie your tongue in Tongues, all too human

Little head with a small brain & invisible, conscious mind with a moral compass, a 1st cousin.

Advance the columns, to war I say, like the Greco-Roman insanity of the historical record

All roads lead to Rome as it was intended by the engineers who laid down a holier 3rd war

Inside the battle with spears, knives, swords & stupid shields for a false hope's back door

Fight to die for, we tried it from surprise, behind my back, ahead of some ginger-red horde.

Now and then, it's all finished at the last breath but some people have a soul that remains

What it does without a body of work, a body of bones, nobody knows, it's speculative sins

Like the master who created the thing we are from nothing but empty space and gas, OMG

Maybe there is a god then?  Hell, maybe we'll be rewarded or punished so fight, flight, flee.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, March XIVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST

{ Confabulated with prejudice while jammin' to @Glenn_Frey #SoloCollection link @ https://youtu.be/-HQcpmVefcw }

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#STFU immediately & listen carefully to #KidRock etc etc etc . . . O-Reilly Goes NUTS

3RD ROCK SOUL SHOOTIN' MOON

On the common ground of the minions amongst us younger than the screamin' monkeys

Crossing rivers and covered wagons rollin' along all the native land grabbed first for Me

Who I am ain't as important as the fact of life you've never been told, it's the Way bro

Take one last look around and enjoy the underground and the thing itself that's below.

Pumped up and shot down when you lie there and look around for the next step, poof

Unconscious and never to regain that verve of wonder about what the hell y'all came for

To be or not to be and that's all?  Come on man, I can see the light of a hot, burning sun

We all know that there's no light on the moon except the reflection of the One, it's done.

All of the Time in Space, if you're ready, will open the Past and Future right there, it's love

All there is for you & I, if we don't stay out of the penitentiary, we can be nearly scott free

Mamas and papas dream of days when happiness will be the platonic reality of Woke, see

Just because and that's all, just because...no other reason or rhyme, trouble gettin' ready.

Mighty rats and whatever they eat to stay alive in the nest of the Earth's scum and chaffe

Gnats to elephants mean no harm by living and dying just because they're in the trick mix

Knowledge of the wisdom and awareness of the deescalation of your future fate, it's over

Way and the only means to get to the bottom of this is to fall down, punish with a Lover.

To come and leave without saying a thing, gone like a feather in the wind, my holy reason

To cause your happiness and to retain it within a porous bag of drunk and high skull bones

What's goin' on, tell me then I'll tell you, it's all right on the money, invest daughter n' son

In the end, you nearly sleep but it's forever, dreamin' without pictures of being #TooHuman.

True or false, untrue or not, wake up, move, eat, move the waste from life, all death's blow

Among us, we talk and speak in tongues we never comprehend, it's what we need and how

So, different or exactly identical, each and every reader sees the same Word, know by now

If the nugatory & the Void are more than a conceptual analysis of God, phuq me, phuq you!

Cork in the bottle of vintage grape dissolution, to keep the thing itself within, alcohol high

Saying words to myself, reason wins the season, I drink to the god @Dionysus, 'tis all good

Never take my grapes or you'll surely spend your last night and day on Earth in a foul mood

Fixed my stare and my grin on your countenance, it's not your imagination, run away, Fly!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, March XIIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini

{ Kicked brutality in the derriere, Dion or Dionysus both drunk on wine & high fivin' to #SoulOfThe'70s  https://youtu.be/X7ses5rI5U4 #WarIsNotTheAnswer say @MarvinGaye but #MyNeighborsKnowBubba @BigSMO link @https://youtu.be/DbfOXrQ0N84 }

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#SomethinBoutAGirlInAREDsundress #TheWorstIsYetToCome #BringItMFers

TOMCATS  OUT KNOCKIN' BOOTS, GOT COOLER CATS #MAYA & #ISIS

Bums and junk users, junk peddlers and the ilk of the homeless, jobless, one feckless brood

Men, boys and their mothers trained them as well as they were equipped, uh, not so lewd

Yet here we are, like beggin' cats waitin' to be force fed, lookin' for fresh water good guys

Found myself all alone but totally capable and self-sufficient, just wanted to share my flys.

Common denominator generator with no alternator, I fix myself drinks, no hangover tick tock

Coming right out of nowhere which is merely out of my personal oversight, hit me like a brick

Hate's got nothing to do with relationships, it's an eating thing, cook it & it tastes a bit better

If it walks, crawls, jumps or flies, humanity finds it a lot less human, therefore edible in butter.

Fat or thin, love and life are on a one way highway from the Origin to Ends of my leased days

Your or my origin is the identical thing itself, keep on truckin' baby on the way to the holidays

When you only play and have fun, 24/7 without a break, no sleep time or rest for the wicked

Flowers for your honey or just a 3 course meal & dessert, I promise, I'll good before I'm dead.

Or maybe not so much bad, mostly good but deep down inside I'm aware that I am really ugly

Fine to be this way, no expectations & I can't disappoint the ones who care, truckin' you'll see

When I'm far side of dead and gone, to laugh at infinity and it's pretenders to a vacant throne

No man!  Nothing all too human about Things, holy atoms move Rocks to Roll divinity's bone.

Misty mountains before they dry up into dust in empty Space, microscopic to the macrocosm

Grown and decayed to remain steady in a vain hope and chimera of a dream, mankind schism

Away from the Truth to whatever is further away from the Truth as any human can be, a hole

No light from a burning ball of Hydrogen, supernova, nova or black hole, I am what I am, OH!

Adopted or invented from good, bad or ugly boys in a tropical or concrete jungle, This is IT

That's life is what the orphanage advised, live it until you die, hope for the best, just do It

What we all do is all we can do, nothing more nor less than the standard of being alive now

Premature burial with the soil of the extinct star comin' down on your face, hey, Let's Blow!

The Ides of March come & go before we know it, it's a time for greeting the sign to beware

Looking out for the safety of your bones, to keep your heart beating & lungs breathing air

Without which we're dead as a door nail, lifeless verve with no time for doing, doing, doing

Never free to meditate upon the vegetation and the flow of H2O, it's all there is, Meow Sing!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, 3-12-2022 @ 555 AMPST

{ Punched out of the psyche early this AM while jammin' to a #BigDeal #SomethinBoutATruck @Kip_Moore link @ https://youtu.be/3YfNFR6gh2E }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?