#HappyMemorialDay #PickinGrinnin' @Waylon_Jennings #GoodHeartedWoman #GoodTimesMankind #FormulaOne

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RAP TWICE WITH A CANE, KILLIN' THE PAIN OF A STEELY AIRMAN'S LATE SHOW

Granted this titanium free will switched on to the fine line, it's on, I can't turn it off, so strange

It's all as tight as a drum, animal skin stretched to it's ripping point, titanium-free, dream being

All of the things we think are useful or useless are guesses about the a Big Bang & our Ending

In or out of sin we caused & allowed to happen, A SWITCH THAT CAN NEVER CHANGE.

In Heart's desires or Soul's karma indulgences we delve down into the mire, the muck, the life

As above and so it is below, our heads are over our heels and there's no going backward knife

It's a cut forward, ahead of it's time, there's that which comes around & goes around as a jerk

Decades roll on from one to ten & where the hell are we?  Covered up & pullin' a sharp knife.

Matter and form had nothing on me before my pa & ma merged me into One, as I am a unit

Multitudes are duplicated and continue to strive while some have yet to be conceived, all of It

Drunk on the smoke and high on the booze, it gives the essence of the Truth some kick, boom

Droppped a bomb on me & you, told us we're on our own, to be or not to be a witch's broom.

Squeezing the life out of the stardirt, mixing the water and wine with the doomed star ashes

Yields players of existence & meloncholy sounds of key A flat to G sharp ad infinitum caches

Before the beginning there's no record of things & at end there'll be nothing but farm chores

Analogy of the twilight zone's surrepitious repitition of the reruns and repeats of the scores.

In Time & Space's social communication twixt Katy, Peg & Dr. Wu, blown friend-enemy chitt

Be the way anyone can be who fades away, gravity sucks, ultimate goal of life, dust in orbit

Around in a circle or an elipse 'bout a burning gravitational collapse, a boogaloo mind blower

Zombies out & in, strike pitch zone of twilight, twisted into a creature comfort, a tulip striker.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, May XXXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST

{ Cast aspersions above while jammin' to @SteelyDan #TheVeryBestOf on youTube @ https://youtu.be/d7PsHS_vixU & @ElectricMountain #AtLastEverything @ https://youtu.be/5VNN7Fow75A & #MemorialDayTribute @ https://youtu.be/85FlA8fXUCU }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ThankYouVeterans #MemorialDay #AlwaysForTheDeadHeroes

DOG!  I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION NOW, OBEY MASTER CHIEF POCOLOLO

To be the obedient one and to have another to roll with, now that my friend's a Time bomb

Compare it to what you pick while you're grinnin' ear to ear, with or without my holy come

Two Heads of Class or at Ends of thin blue lines that you can never get behind, go for dumb

About the nature of the beasts both in & out of me & you, all of us, everyone baby to atom.

Keep this in mind, you're evolved but you're no angel, I ain't either, it's an opine about chit

Whether you know it or not, you cannot know anything, it's all a series of beliefs that I'm It

But no can do, I cannot be the entire solar system, galaxy or universe, re-runnin' it on empty

Stored everything I could before I couldn't do it all for myself, never wait for help in the city.

More or less in the rhythm and rhyme of the Space of Infinity, whatever the Hades is in Cielo

Beans thrown out the open windows & all you ever get are beanstalks grown way down low

Picnics with the pretty girls and the fine wine and pocololo of Poncho, I can't get rhythm raps

Slapped that horse on the ass and started to gallup for the climax, begin it's momentary lapse.

Keep movin' on, there's nothing to see, hear, smell, taste or feel here, you know Nothing right

Or maybe you don't but you will sooner than later, less than a century, I'm certain, it's insight

An infant nor adolescent cannot fathom the adulthood ahead, it's the Cisco Kid's facts of life

You're conceived by accident or under a rainbow, it's up to you to stay with that mortal wife.

Before you eat or drink the Earth's booty, remember to find the disposal out of the olfactory

Preferably to live up-wind or near 14 coasts of 7 continental shelves, away from the forestry

Fathers unknown to these orphans of Time, spun out of the fake yarn of Words in a Biblioteq

Babble to predicate the recollection of the disasterous revolutions of H2O & stardust's sick.

Then if & only if you are conscious of the thing itself at the end, final gasp of air, eyes all open

Premier ending, a finale worth waiting for, in the lobby before or after the show, suck sen-sen

Bad breath to good CO2, needed for the plants everywhere for oxidation, they grow to burn

Even without the flames' fire, the heat will melt the matter into cosmic soup, a plethora bum.

Nothing else to do, nowhere else to go, nothing to aspire to, nothing else to lose in a tornado

Yet, sitting inside is one wonderful being, forming an improbable being of matter, play dough

Infused with Will to Power, to be or not to be alive & well, to be alive & incompliant & to see

Life's commands of divine, inhumane regulations for Animal nature, good, bad & coyote ugly.

Find the smoke, you'll smell it a mile away downwind, maybe a mile and a half upwind too

Caring about living and surviving in a hostile environment is key, you've been dropped into

The Unknown plethora of a dream MEN cannot awaken from, you don't want to, that's death

You & I gotta gitterdone, we'll be alive, when all the rest of y'all won't, old women, go forth!

Food, eat it or you die, try not to kill living things but you gotta kill 'em to eat 'em, taste, eat

Blues won't help but they come and go depending on the distracted attention of the intent

Be good, be bad, be ugly, it's all up to you & I and nothing can force our hands to violate It

Code and rules to run the machine by, to stay out of trouble and out of the ROCK, God Fit!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, May XXIXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST #TapTap

{  Hang tight with @CHICAGOtheBAND LIVE IN 1995 JAPAN drafted to this #Festival link @ https://youtu.be/kGBfNC46qrY & #TheBestOf @Soul_Train 1971-1979 Vol #6 link @ https://youtu.be/UWHq3zOX59Q }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#DragMyHeartAround #AngelicDiablo in #MiCasas #CiscoKidAndPoncho @LosLonelyBoys @WARtheBand @CloGreen @DarylsHouseClub

 

IN & OUT OF THE FIRE, SMOKIN' GOD'S HEAVENLY DOOR

All Stars take my word, blind faith in the only world out there, inject venom of snakeskin sin

It's an asset to have the necessary and sufficient poison with the required dividend quotient

Undivided by the divisors aplenty all around, up & down, in & out the mixed, cosmic porridge

When Time comes in Space you Step In Two, you're an accident, ad infinitum, again & again.

Free or indentured, the song and the novella remain the same, this is no party of Shuck & Jive

It's a reward of course, for the skills of your own kin to survive in an unholy, unavoided asset

In Hehl, they all died, most before you set foot on hollow ground, the womb's dirty-bit planet

Fun to have, laughs at the punch lines of the humorous stinging of the massive killer bee hive.

There is no room for daddy or mommy once you're punted into the field of dreams, #WTFUA

Young will be devoured by the evil lives which thrive on being the germs of the species' #DNA

It's not for me to write or say anything about the facts of life, my father's eyes told me, #OMG

Now or never, only one of the two choices can be made, if never then it's over, so #GTFOOHB.

Ain't castigating the guilty already charged by karma without me, noone gets out of here alive

Kiss the middle fingers of every hand you've shaken in life, above or below the highway's dive

All you can do is the #Outrageous 'cause there's nothing left, nothing's easy & nothing will last

Mental illiness & physical infirmity of the species leads to extinction of babies, goin' down fast.

Out of your body's experience of the 208 bones that get lucky enough to reproduce the Life

As it's always been, a random merge of alien DNA from outside of this solar system & galaxy

Where the UFO is a known commodity, moving to and fro in Time and Space, a matrix wife

Married, hence consumed into the star's effulgence of burnt hydrogen gas, full to the max.

Bygones cannot be forgotten yet my selective amnesia it the only tool I possess for a remedy

Sickness until I die, not with a cold or the deterioration of the DNA replication due to comedy

Laughs not only unlimited by the jokes and gags presented by a million stooges, gods guffaw

From the origin to the final predicated object, modification & annhilation remain, Adam Raw!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, 5-28-2022 Anno Domini at 711 AMPST

{ Drafted in silence due to the wonderful platform crash of the internet, I will reboot & watch the magic now, enjoy your moments in the sun, sisters, brothers, fathers & of course, YOU MOTHERS!  Thanks for your holy service to the species!  & so it goes . . .  need some @ZZTop }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?