#TheRACEisON #BetOnTheBay #ROCKPLAST #BlueCheer #SawyerBrown @AlanJackson @AlJolson @EricClapton #421OceanBoulevard @Jackson_Browne

... #WITH MAYO

MONKEY PAX & THEN WHO? BLOODY DIMANCHE IS DONE, FLIPOM

Who in an ape hole of Hades do you think you are?  You ain't all that, you're just a tool

To be or not to be is not important like your mother used to be, suckling milk lik a fool

Beginning at the End where all of us go, infinitesimal cells to Red Giant & a White Dwarf

Incapacitated by the Singularity sucking the whole world into a Void, you created Barph.

I amazed the world like a pin dropping in a huge cave, no echo, nothing but a point, a tip

To enter Matter, it's necessary and unconditional that you become all aided and abetted

Among the holy & sacred sits the wasted days and nights of the Earth's O-spins unvetted

My heart pumps blood without reason, it quits & seizes the moment in midstream, dead.

Matter & energy won't survive my conscious awareness, they exist with or without me

It's the nature of the beast to imagine that all of the lonely people on Earth, a Wannabe

Not only alive for a moment in Time and Space but also for an eternal, immortally, it hurt

Forever & ever, raised to be an all too human person, the mook of yo' mama's short skirt.

Eating and drinking the matter and liquid until the gas results in a blown-out dump o' dirt

Canine, feline, human or the others from One to the Many, peers allow pleasures to hurt

Them idiots, those morons, my brothers and sisters of the flock, the herd, la familia Head

Tails follow without question, an order for the ranks & files, to be or not, a Grateful Dead.

Playing the game of working for a living and dying when it's all over, like a dream's door

It opens wide, my mother and father told me, they didn't know the facts of life's black veil

Monkeys see and monkeys do what they see, mocking me and you and the gods of Hehl

I know you, no I don't but I say I do, like a fool, so you don't mock me, I am, The Sailor!

Coming to know the Truth about things themselves & holy essence of being at-one today

There's a hurricane and a tornado available to upsweep the disorder & confusion together

To be the same Void it's always been, One, Many, None of It, All of It, on a middle pathway

Who are you?  You're already gone & may never have been here at all, my name?  Father!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, May XXIVth, MMXXII Anno Domini at 911 AMPST

{ Jumped an octave before I descended into the lower entry into chaos while listenin' to @BlueCheer #SummertimeBlues on youTube link at https://youtu.be/as1NcX31szs }

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@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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