#ItEndsAsItBegan #SILENCIO #DUANE & #KIX #RONNIE

#StoneheartedTopGuns, I DRUNK A DRINK

Why do you call me on the phone and ask me to go out with you, you're poor, ol' rich son

Even Steven & self-driven like a trapped genie in a bottle, pumpin' English slang bisque

I never was trippin' for a  NYC sliver of a second, I've been down yonder since my day 1

I ain't the One but I know it, you have no idea and even if you did it wouldn't be A-OKay.

Pumped up the air and the rest of the gas, it ain't all my oxygen to breathe, in and all out

For man or woman, years roll around and I'm lucky to see it all above the ground's doubt

Skiied a spell, above & below the fray and it's alright now, it ain't over 'til it's over though

Punched in the face and the bread basket to knock you so far out you ain't gettin' blue.

Out of breath with the rigor mortis button pushed, it's formed like the spirit, deaden air

Shook the rattle out of the roll only because it needed to be snaked out of it's holy lair

Evil is Live spelled backward and forward, I think, therefore, I am, I know Nothing too

Whatever it took to philosophize about the critics and champions of the rowing crew.

Won the Meet, put it all to rest in John's son, it's the way that it is because it's the Will

Not of you nor of I but of the Nature of Unknown power to be, a First Cause of Nothing

Monkeys see and they tend to do what they see unless they're blind, deaf & dumpling

On the river, in the caves, among the foothills, down in the valley, cream queen & king.

Bones still die, no Steppenwolf's words etched into the granite stone are Herman Hesse

Mother, Father, Sister, Brother, Aunt, Uncle or Loner-Drifter-Orphan, all need Milagra Do

Life is the style it is because that's just the way it is and here-to-fore, the dream is a flow

Going to the pebbles on the beach, spending your Time in the wine cellar, playin' chess.

Woke up finally after a long, unconscious slumber and meditating on the meaning of Id

Ego and it's super-cousin, the superman, superego, superintendant of the board's Kid

Kid of the Stoned brains that run the shows, behind the scenes with the frontmen of Oz

Shredding inside your of your heated seculusion, deeper down in the holy hole of fuzz.

Home away from home, that's where I thrived, back home is Silence of God's sheeple

Lambs on the planet's dirty, golden mud, a dream only the lucky get to peak-a-boo feel

Lasting no more than a century or a New York Minute, never forget about it, push & pull

Blinking to clear the window, chuggin' moonshine, now you got it, don't lose it, blind bull.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, April XXIst ,MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Topgunned Hard & Cold as Stone, out of the Matrix' childish dreams this AM while jammin' to #TwoHearts by @Bruce_Springsteen link @ https://youtu.be/CsGLF8hHtT0 your daddy told ya so!   & y'all lucked out with some @Kix_Brooks #MoonshineRoad link @ https://youtu.be/kEBuTMXcd0w & @Jeremy_Thomas #RunningMoonshine link @ https://youtu.be/kc4L0lzNcvg OH YEAY, & the @AllmanBrothersBand #ABB concert 1/16/82 @UniversityOfFlorida link @ https://youtu.be/F78XV6fjxCE }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#OldSchool #NoSchool #Truancy #Delinquency #PerfectZeros

COLD, HARD STEEL DEMOLISHED OLD SCHOOL, NO GOIN' BACK

Get off of your aps and move away from the android/iPhone, this is one command of God

Creator of the Space and Time you lease out of the corner, awaits your minute return Bro

Just as it is above the sky so it is below dead air pockets, above Earth & holy moon  cheese

Bid adieu to the function of the no/know tree from great-grand father's holy mama freeze.

By hook or by crook, the job will be gone, if I'm alive, I'll get it done, If I'm dead, I don't care

I leave the living to care without me, it has no effect on anything in the Cosmos, it's not fair

Yet it is as it is, above and below the identical process occurs, cause's effects are all dynamic

In or out of the corner, where you sit because of your social nature chats during the schtick.

Professors down to the kindergarden teachers, all accepted the origin's Cause, nothing at all

Meaning something to somebody no matter where on this planet humanity plants the DNA

Over the history of the geography and the political science, it's always over, end of the hall

Just a locked door or a wall without a frame or sheetrock, 2/4 & 2/6 betwen joices in play.

Beer for my horses and warm bath for my men who've been ridin' horse for a week or two

We can neither recollect nor want to resume the horror of being without water and food

Pucks hit by hockey sticks on the graphic ice, betwen the goals' red & blue lines of the Ice

Sliding and skating, checking up against the borders & elbowing in haggard circumstance.

Fist fight, argument of Platonic deductions and inductions from sensing the zero effect

Monkeys' humanity, Cro Magnon or Neanderthal, evolved from a virus' infected insect

Cry your tears to fill the dried riverbed with your evidence of a communist manifesto

My philosophy of death is to live and die on Earth, history I'm not in, got a job to blow.

Burns healed, broken bones mended without the superglue and pins, insanity's all glee

Happy together with the rest of the creation, myopia & true love company, a miserable

Ecstatic as chances to be independent of the foul crucibles of cruel, evil genius' zen tea

Smoke from the seeds dropped out of the sky, freefallin' manna to feed dead to hungry.

Whistle blown, bell rung, buzzer buzzin' from my lips to God's ears, ain't no party shout

I thought this thing, this life was like a game with rules I didn't know but had to find out

On the inside of the game's box cofer, the rules & regulations would keep the game fair

Everytime every man dies, the light dies, the soul cries, you'll die a happy human, Hair!

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r j j  stephan, i  

c.  Mardi, Aprile XIXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Drafted playin' #MyOldSchool by @SteelyDan 1973 in an infinite loop on the way to @Cool link @ https://youtu.be/Sq8OU-7JDFA }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.? 

#Dead #Dylan #WHO #YouSaidDaddy LOLs

CASH COWS, EXTINCTION & A TUGBOAT *

The Struggle, make no mistake about forgone conclusions deduced from the data's crunch

In the flow of the downstream, iPhone, android-savvy as the old species gets a hot punch

Right in the face and left knocked off your feet, there's no other way than to wake It All up

Mind sleep soundly and what happens when you're asleep may affect your back stepup.

Then comes right after the If & When, to know what I mean ya gotta have a bloody Heart

Lots and lots and lots of It, the Heart band is fine for the rocks' rolls, all Gas is burnt Phart

Cement is hardened over all of our bones, somewhere over the rainbow's infrared tornados

Criticizing your mother and father for conceiving your life, #eKill #eMail #ZIPcoded HOLES.

Kids, infants to adolescent adults, social life will force God to serve somebody, all in my fams

Rockin' all day long, soul music from the #Marconi or my iPhone library of critical racing scams

Poor rich people gotta give it all up in the end too, if the poor have anything, it's stolen guns

Born on a bright side of the asteroid occupation, a large rock blowin' between the ol' suns.

Socially isolated and politically mesmerized by the photon display called your mama's reality

Livin' in another country on the terrestrial outcropping from the Hydrogen-Oxygen bi-locality

Found in the lost words that never were written or even spoken, never knew a heart freezes

To be or not to be, a suicidal homicide of the cousins and all kin with DNA acid in the panties.

With the survival comes the extinction, hand in hand with a distant quality of the ugly & bad

Good down to a bone, soul either red or blue, debriefed upon return from battle's I had had

Blind man under another name other than yo' ma & pa have one final choice, a tug, John Doe

Land of lords where I come from, without a predicate, Truth is occult, hidin' in a head, yo yo!

Moe, old, bald Curly & hairy Larry gave the stooges some substance of ridicule slapstick schtick

Monkeys see & the monkeys that see, do what they gotta do & repeat ad infinitum only today

Didn't start yesterday because I wasn't present then, now I'm present & it's lost to the Past, so

Heavywight champ in a good fight for an unknown mass of bone in a downtrodden stage play.

Forks post-mortem, knives to avoid a savage BBQ eatin' with fingers, lickin' the guilt off a sign

Dead, kilt meat, eaten for Life to remain alive, a fuel for the tank overruns of a  time machine

It's today for my Space, until tomorrow where yesterday will never be again, dark mortal Sin

Reason, rationality, deduction, induction, words up & down, Ross, Randy & Patti, I Am All In!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, April XVIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 833 AMPST  *DebriefedWithPrejudice

{ Crammed out of my soul while listenin' to #TOMMY by @TheWHO link part Uno @ https://youtu.be/dyNGQ2wUSVM & part Deux @ https://youtu.be/9yQvAl1jdL0 & #TangledUpInBlue by @Bob_Dylan in a loop/link @ https://youtu.be/QKcNyMBw818 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

(#spelunker/flexbeam)