#TestYourChestLoveless #SweetSourSheet

STROKIN' ODDJOBS, TULIPS BUM-STROLLIN' ON THE M.A.D. MAD,WILD, WILD WEST *

Roughridin' in the #hood, not my neighborhood, spell the silent 'G' in the 'H" gangster bounce

Now the ground's as hot as the hella Hades where nothing can be done without a short ounce

Partners right here rollin' through the heat of an asphalt dream of cocked-hammer sure flocks

Of men and mice in nothin' but a duck's blind of honkers keepin' the bums warm as the darks.

The slickest outlaw there is don't have no six gun, it's just a slicin' sharp blade, a stroke away

Death pumpin' those swipes and nobody but God can stop the river flow, red, purple & blues

Monkeys, all the white apes and every crawling, burrowing and flying thing, all of a cool Frey

It's all in the picture of the Wild West and the Beasts of the East, North & South on a cruise.

Pounding my chest on the border of my ranch where I live until I'll die, that's the way it is man

I'm goin' where y'all are strollin' on to, the precipice that goes straight home, Mama Earth dirt

My cinders of the honky, dead freaks of the prehistory I'll never know, in geese formation, son

Get in line, keep movin' & know you're gonna do it, so jump the barb wire, a sin infinitum con.

Pink dummies puttin' the chartreuse-haired Hulks and Barbie Dolls through the pain of Gold

You get it & you gotta let it go, you never get it & you never miss it at all, silent facts of life

What you knew since your conception you know now, it's matter, form, time, space & AHA

Now you get it, what it was and always will be is that you see, it's what you get, bla, bla, bla!

Come on down to the where the fair game is wingin' it from the hip, quivering, a drug push

When the thing itself leaves the picture, appears to be the  finale of the dream, a Bum Rush

Nobody's left then the dream ends, God does it, guns a recollection to end humanity's grind

Wild, Wild West sundowns that originate the final curtain's predictable causation of cosigns.

Testing me in dark shadows without starlight makes no difference, I'm cool, hey yo, y'all rang?

Seeing nothing clearly is all I can do without doubt, without fear, without a fool's golden rule

Creek turned into a stream and then to a raging river flowin' to the leftover gas, H2O ain't cool

Wild, wild west SIXGUN tide from beasts too high in the smoke of #CompanyG, MAD's Gang!

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r j j  stephan, i  *DRAW

c.  Lundi, April 11, 2022 @ 911 AMPST

{ Drafted ready for battle during the exchange of weapons of Mutually Assured Destruction & listenin' to #WildWildWest by @ @Will_Smith in an infinite loop, the video is here too @ https://youtu.be/_zXKtfKnfT8 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#ServingInvisibleInvincibles #MassCommunionConfessionalExtremeUnction #ChiefChum #ServeMass #ServeAtoms #ServeSOMEBODY #AmbassadorToEnglandFrance

BEEN TRUCKIN' WITH DESIRE 'CAUSE i'VE BEEN ON FIRE, I'M H.O.T.

Before you go off of the deep end and try to swim alone amongst the shark & barracuda

Look before you leap and try to see below the surface where the hungry lurk for the food

Any skin is in the game, all bones, blood & innards will be metabolized into #sick power too

In the same way you locate your mate, you locate your food, it's to eat, like a spider's brew.

Can't hold the feeling back, nothing has that power, nobody, nowhere, nohow, it's a factoid

When you're movin' animated truckin' up and down the lanes of the alley, don't be paranoid

It's a matter of Time in One Form of Space that is the thing itself, all there is to It, U.F.U. cup

You are on your own just like me, ask for help & you've got it, let me know, gotta keep it UP.

Burnin' the bridges of feelings across the Space that connects the aliens to their spirit souls

Eventually Fire burns everything that can be consumed, atomic flame back into shine holes

Between the ignorance and the emptiness of Space, you've got it made in the night's w#ores

Just remember to duck, you phuq, when the scat hits the fan, it's like top shelves' out doors.

Bring it on in, looky here now, I ain't playin' anymore, it's all a matter of Life-Megadeath boom

Where you go inside caves under roofs' basements, cellars, rubber soul trippin' on a Time line

Never enough of that, it's the space between conception and total annhilation, in a peace sign

No memory, nobody to remember Catholic guilt & Zen karma inherited, gods, brides, I groom.

Felt good for a minute, then the feeling disappeared as if it was never there, gave up the host

Floated around since there was no time left to live & die anymore, like casper, a friendly ghost

Moved the animation into the closing credits and the finale where it's always, #ThatsAllFolkes

Guys, gals, girls, boys, infants and the Many who came in orgasmic display of screamin' yolks.

DNA & RNA has been tempted into this creature's features, in the mirror or reflected in mud

One and the many change into Nothing soon enough, rotate the revolution's wobble, Stud

With or without you the show will go on, you won't know a thing just like right this moment

Nothing is known, you cannot know It, dream will end, you'll be gone, enjoy the rides I sent.

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rjjstephan, i

#StartYourEngines

my GOD, my DEVIL

c.  Samedhi, 4-9-2022 Anno Domini @ 456 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin' to #MatriarchOfTheBlues by @EttaJames link loop @ https://youtu.be/WPYzvvaLhjw?t=1 #YouGottaServeSOMEBODY }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#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

{ Jacked up out the bed late but frisked this out the soul by NOON while listen' to @EttaJames #GottaServeSomebody & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/WPYzvvaLhjw?list=RDMM & @UncleKracker & @KennyChesney #WhenTheSunGoesDown link @ https://youtu.be/eGLdbpmXrbQ }

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