@Hilary_Hahn #CarmenFantasy TWO THREE IN MAY, A GOOD DAY IN 1949 & A GOOD DAY TODAY! Happy Birthday to my sweet thang, CarolAnn 3 trips around the STAR C-student gets an A

IT AIN'T HUMAN IN AN INHUMANE HOLE, IMPRISONED FACTS OF LIFE

Once or twice you see the Truth and that's all you or I need to get along, dog's little ol' sisters

Brothers axes ground into substance & forms, respectful sense of words, take one more bow

It's everything and anything sold for all you have until you have nothing at all, my brothers

Even Steven accomplishing your idle yet learned ways, no holy men and women here or now.

Mortality has no place in this Space and Time ahead of the present, nobody recalls the Past

It's a matter of time, there's barely a moment left before the ends of your days, goin' fast

It's almost the next day and the next year, boom it's all gone!  Wait, gimme a minute...chit

I've got that old chip on my shoulder, where did I get that from?  Oh mama, go have a fit.

I bet that you know the odds on winning or losing the entire game, the whole shebang's hex

Got to be the spell of the farout punks and junkies who ran the show behind curtains of Oz

Miracles and just random causes of specific effects, the formula for the babies is 4P2O5 air

Perfect storm's timing splits The Ends to come, home runner, perfect catch, you don't care!

Good things come & go like they're goin' out of style & gotta get the whole shebanger's void

Barrel of dynomite & the rest of the NitroGlycerin will implode in a TNT tide, wake to avoid

Not only are you here and comprehending the nature of this beast you have at your behests

But also, all of y'all are gonna see the Truth before too long, before you know it, never jests.

Open and never closed, it's a 24/7 Seven-Eleven, at the foot of Heaven on Earth, End in a gap

Forms like ghosts' smoke moving in a random pattern of being lost in Space, without a map

It's no concern of mine since I'm aware of the Nature of Being in a platonic way, I'm stunned

Bringing the groceries home as the hunters have in the pre-babyboom Past, meant I'm stoned.

Been in a ringer & the strainer for an outer limits deadline, it's a GO for an ending of all TIME

Be A ball or not, it's a game that will end with or without you IN necessary & sufficient SPACE

Pioneers and a stoneage humanity that grinds the stones into dust, moon rocks of Future Shock

Bottoms of a bottom line, DADDY told me so, an invisible mind, a God's dam, hard as a ROCK!

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r j j  stephan, i  { HAPPY 73rd Birthday to my sweet <3 @CarolAnnStephan }

c,  Lundi, March 23rd, 1949 (my sweets' B-day) 

{ Drafted in #MidLife without a crisis & listenin' to https://www.iheart.com/favorites/ricos-favorites-radio-693414583/ }

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#TuTuTrustInYou #ImAlreadyGone #ItsAlrightNow #NeverEnoughTwosToMeToo #MemesMimicMemes #TheEagles #JacksonBrowne

 

ONE CHASING ODDS, FIVE TWO-TWO, TWO-TWO & A TUTU TOO  

Owned haymakers thrown while I was in the barn takin' a roll in the hay, I sinned

Played the #FastAsleep pretenders from down in black holes upto babies pinned

With the devil dogs and spirit guides who aided in sacred Ways of infantile racks

Not much to say after you've figured it all out, saddle up, eat my dust, fullbacks.

Who do you think you are?  Who I am?  I don't think it's a sign of a fool's rhymes

In the space of infinite, micrometers from the Essence, gotta go, reincarnation

To the place in Space where you began to sleep and dream of The Thing's times

Always unconditionally loved because there is no effect after the annhilation.

Incarnate means in the meat and sinews, the bones, the joints, the animation

Of playin' the fool or the wise arse old woman, daughter of a wise arse old man

Both played the songs, beating bucks' skins, plucking animal chords mortal sins

Against nobody, against Null but the imaginary punk junk among UFO Mexicans!

Hey man, enough of the too much or too microscopic, your #fake sorrow is all

It always was & always will be the nature of the baby human, how to be a ball

Round or elliptically yours in an orbit you'll never see with your blind mind's eye

It's not the third one!  No son, it's neither the second nor the first, kill the guy!

Huge or invisible tot he naked eyes, always before it's never again, a gambler

Puttin' the cash into the paper, the money into the bank's bottom full of hogs

What I am & what you are is the stuff stars are made of, hydrogen man cougher

Without which there's no water, you get my drift?  Identify with the black dogs!

This doesn't mean it's rock and roll just because it's got a beat to sway & bob

Heads shakin' the bones down below, foot loose and fancy to be free of the mob

Nothing cared about more than the One, right there in front of your blind eyes

Something doesn't appear to be an accurate representation of Truth, It's Lies!

Abundance of chaos once the Black Hole begins it's terminal appearance, UFO

What they are is the spirits that can't get out of this atom's sphere alive, nono

It's not an option, only angels know this for certain, there's blind faith for US

Bacon's Shakespeare got Romeo, Juliette's philosophy waxed Francis' curse.

Spilled the beans, prayin' to God in deep outerspace, left over to be all alone

Here and now, forever holding our peace's mother and father, orphan i-phone

Numbers of infinite combination to connect the good, bad nevertheless ugly

Beautiful is what we all want, the apple of our eyes, our feeling ends, FREE!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  5-22-22 Dimanche @ 911 AMPST

{ Hide out found where the pretender resided since my conception of this dream, I'm dreaming, not anyone else but morbidity leftover for the creation, SCREAM!  Blasted this out while listenin' to #SomebodysBaby & HITS by @Jackson_Browne https://youtu.be/mHC_Y-l1YQU }

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#Chicago @CHICAGO #YouDontKnowLikeIKnow #JackDaniels #MavisStaples @EricChurch @BobDylan

WHO'S THE HO ON JACK DANIELS, FOO WITH NO NAME

You believe what you've been able to interpret from the environment, orphans also

Nobody gets out of this alive, whether it's a zygote or old woman or planetary orbit

On the one hand there's life & on the other there's death, one requires the other too

Isolate the problem to solve it by dreaming in living color, as intended by God's crew.

Stones' perfect timing of the rocks left over by the Big Bang's burn in fantastic lust

Fake news of mortal Forms, viral germs evolved into peacemakers' mad hunter skills

Mad search for the Substance, about the things themselves, conceptual analysis' kills

Everything from the stars and the Space of infinity all around everyone of us, it's dust.

Brewed until ready to drink to get drunk, distilled grain, flowered bud, stayin' alive

Need to be above the ground of being's dirty starlit hunk of purple people microdots

Begin with innocence, never lost nor won, a hunk of matter taught to stay in the hive

Needs & wants taken care of until the drone stage emerges, if not little queen robots.

Watchin' and listenin', seeing and hearing it all, doing it all, useful idiot of the jive

From the ABC's to the numbers zero to ten, Time & Space acquire status to arrive

Through the mother's holy body, the zygote knows symbiotic notions, they vanish

Into the nights and the days of the coasts, lakes, rivers & mountains of pine & fish.

All of the mysteries come to light in the process, sawin' the fiddle is all you can get

When you got a band of banjos and bongos, you take the gold fiddle & saw the threat

Up & down the scales, escalating gradually increasing to fast until the Ends & it's over

Compared to the anomoly you're the same, like two peas in a pod, got no back cover.

You've got to go through all of the canals, it's a food thing, cooked or raw, eat it all

Carrying your water and your weight is all I have to do, it's my mission in life's fall

Foreknowledge that most of the species on this ol' Rock have no clue of #TheScience

It's of matter & of form, indisputable fact, we exist and there's no reason in a sense.

Once the empty entrails have succomed to the summons to atrophy, it's all over it

Clean-up on aisle 5, bring mops, paper towels & your gag reflex 'cause you're split

In two, then four in geometric progression, in harmony like the planets trip about

One sun, holy and hot, makin' plants photosynthesize green, forced twister shout.

All is not too human but just human enough to be dangerous, a fireman's grandson!

Seeing hot flames of the fire on all seven continents condensed into a Mind, it's done

Lunar whole that used to be cost you, due to Falls from heavenly grace & holy waters

Bums & junk phantasms of asexual healing, all in the family, ends of all the daughters.

No more monkeys to birth and teach the skills of aping the routine of staying alive

Consuming the living after it's dead, the way of carnivore and herbivore who adapted

To the Earth's gases' temperature that forms the liquid and the solid things to derive

One philosophy of life, breathe in & breathe out, energy, BE grateful, #EatTheDead!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, May XXIst, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 888 AMPST

{ Internet is DOWN, had to do this acapelo, but I would have jammed to #TheGratefulDead link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pZPJ_VN3Iis }

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