#Brooks #Dunne & #MaryWells #UncleKracker #PoynterSisters @GlennFrey #LastLookAround #NoTurningBackNow

WHERE THE GOLD IS, Y'ALL GOTTA GET THE LEAD OUT,  ON A FREEWAY TO SILENCE

All that matters is the right and wrong things we all do, kissin' babies 'til all enculturated

Like their mothers & fathers who run the line back to the origin of the heavenly Earth sin

All planets in microcosm are in the universal essence of atomic energy, a bomb imploded

Finks graduated from and professing the wisdom of the planet's wisemen & wisewomen.

Junk in the trunk with your mother's and father's hand-me-downs, they meant well too

Fine dreams in your small skull of 1100 cc's of idiocy and the sand of Time's OuterSpace

Among the sour cherries and putrid grape fruit wine, alcohol from the vine's slow juice

With the spins of the Earth, in a cask of oakwood, the last supper's toasts won't be blue.

Marry me and we'll see what there is behind the submission of dominant wills to be me

As the Way down the middle dictates without recollecting a Reason why, just do it, I'm out

Don't do what is impossible and you're in a perfect position to live long and prosper free

I'm in the middle of the sea of unknowing this, that & the other things y'all know about.

In a whim between your ears, a wisp of wind calls for beginnings of the Truth's exposure

Chicago's West Side to the California Sacapitol's Oak Park, I'm silent to let the meaning go

In and out of my ears, stuck in my mind with the feelings' chills, since birth, death's sure

Nobody's 208 bones get out of here alive, fortune & karma's will to be, I'll get down low.

Begun and ended the same way although I know more now that I've breathed the Earth gas

Die or live with or without knowing the reason why you're happy & why it's just one & done

Recollection beginning, the first howl from your lips & toothless tongue, you get a trip bypass

It's a white-chocolate strawberry flavor cover-up to kiss you, a pile of gold, lead served up fun.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, Aprile VIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

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F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

IF SIX WAS NINE, NINE WOULD INDEED BE SIX, THEREFORE, I AM! #AintNothinLikeTheRealThing

THE WHOLE BUNCH, SIX OF NINES, A KITTEN'S CABOODLE

It isn't so simple that you can comprehend the nature of this Truth's pending doom, I forget

If it's something you need to know or not, it's possible you don't need anybody's help I fret

Always here and now, you'll be here until you don't know you're gone, it will be done, first

You must see this Truth & disregard the counter examples of foes, friends of the strugglist.

That's me, myself & I, the trilogy of a sacred personality of random, natural selection's #Host

Flies on the wall and in the ointment when I've made this vow, to forget about the brainwash

It's nobody's fault but mine, it's my thirst for Sun and the Moon to bury my dick in star's dirt

Blind, ultraviolet, infrared & wisdom of the Big Guys in a blue sky, a papa mama death squirt.

Needs and desires of the flesh and bone are a psycho-socio-politico flavor of perfume of scat

Covered up in the volumes of Word, phrases accurate and approximate, even flawed in that

Nobody's in our corners but us, sweet Time in this Space, in a corner of that there square pi

Any angle 1 to 360 is the ending of an origin's circular jerk of the monsterous One, a Great Lie.

Been near and always around punks in the jungle, sometimes without them in the deep wood

Where only non-humanity, plant, animal, bacteria and virus thrive in the Wild burnt out food

Of the Origin, the Sun, One so close our hearts, our father and mother in reverse ad infinitum

Far away or closer than you assume I am to be or not to be, that's the question's regret chum!

Nobody knows Occult matter of blind faith in the unknown, unproven belief of mankind fools

Never again will a free Man fall for the trick, the low hangin' fruit of the garden of Eve's Eden

No wind or rain, summer or winter will impede the progress of a revolution into a supernova

Gravitational collapse from the nucleus' Singularity, an implosion to die for, warp Time rules.

Vow to move the spin counter-clockwise and stand on top of the mountains of sand & dirt

Black or red, the thing itself has it's treasure of the gods in a minute amount, near gold's sea

Diamonds, rubies, sapphires, emeralds, amythysts, topaz & my lapis lazuli fine wine, sexy flirt

Bumbs, bombs all go bam-bam and split the atoms of H2O into gas-cancelled zeroed gravity.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, April VIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini #YetAnotherTwoADay @ 555 PMPST

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CrackeJill & #CrackedJacks #PumpedUpWARpieces #EvidentiaryReview

a BILLION STEPS IN THE DEAD PINE, HOT H2O & MUD *

Fear and bravery are the chimera we know as who I am, what I am, all y'all

No exception to the rules of music of galactic stars on One's universal dime

Nobody will ever be more or less than one cell of a zygote, rollin' in a Bawl

Incredible journey upon which we'll embark & disembark in a Spring Time!

Baseball opening day is today, the World Series' soon comin' home again so

Every boy & girl, woman and man has a chance to play, 18 or 20 player ado

Umps on the left & right, a batter, catcher, pitcher, fielder, 3 strikes you out

Pretty popcorn & frozen ice cream, peanuts and iced liquid to imbibe stout.

Cracker Jill's in the mix now, relaxing Mozart aSullivan, it's ear candy, man

Homers, triples, doubles, singles, bases on balls, dropped 3rd strikes & WIN

That's what it's all about, it's not just to play the game well and lose the fun

In the middle and behind everybody that's far ahead of us all, dead, AMEN!

Brothers and sisters gettin' everything for free because it's your mom's Sin

She did the dirty deed done dirt cheap and now you're here worrying often

You're gonna die and you don't need a reminder, it's bringin' us all down, so

FINIS & mouth slacks agape, eyes remain wide opened, God!  It's cold, NO?

Too hot you burn into ash, too cold to freeze to stone, either way, we'd die

Of exposure to the radiation that will fry your bacon, cooked goose forever

Nobody will be left once extinction christens the dirt and organic meat lie

That we're created by an absent God who cares about a spirit's soul, never.

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r j j  stephan, i

*Header is 'MOI' leanin' on California Sierra Redwood Pine!

c.  Jeudi, April VIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ You may die when you die, #BePrepared #BoyScouts it's a matter of Space & Time, masks or not, ready, get set & GO TO 6 HOURS OF MOZART @ https://youtu.be/shoVsQhou-8 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?