#CarolAnn #ONE #Jesus #Maria & #Gieuseppe @Keb'Mo' @Bob_Dylan #TwoNightStand #Whodini

 

#LoveMyBabyAndGonnaTellEverybodyIKnow

 SOUL SHINE, ON REFLECTION, CAN'T HAVE A WORD WITH YOU

Ways & means of nudging dirty bones 'round a course of green grass, sand, red dirt & zeal

All left over from the Big Bang, ape miracle of evolution, a living, theoretical compromise

Between the anthromorphs numbers on the wall, dreamers come out of the Void, for real

When all the dreams are is everything we have, reality & one's dreams, a superman lies.

Heaven is the space all around all of the planet's matter and closed solar system of grunge

In no way, in no shape or form of understanding can you pretend the Sun isn't a boiling pod

Of atomic fission and fusion 93 million miles away from our ignorant presence at the fringe

Where the original sin and the origin of the solar system is never seen, invented by God!

Little lover boys and sweet, pretty little things, the pride and joy of the angelic effulgence

Sky is crying, angel in the mirror says to you, be the idol of all that is, everybody's two cents

Or not to be, it ain't no big thing, in chains or unchained, mojo works the ship that don't float

Living in double-reverse, just to make everyone happy about it, R.I.P. tomb, buy me a boat.

Baby opened the mind and let the man run away with the sattelite dish and a silver spoon

Moon shine, lookin' like a reflection of the sun's bright atomic wavelength coverage, a Goon

From above and below that matrix of heaven and hell, it's another holy place outside the box

Six-sided, cubed and dark inside, four score squared times seven, we're third of six big rocks.

All caught in a revolution that won't quit until I say so, who I am is the key to the pot patch

It all comes down to Montana zone & #Hailmary pass 90 yards in the air, all 'bout #TheCatch

Rivers run into the sea & come back for another round, time to catch you outside yo' pantries

Sky crys like there's no tomorrow, left a circular jerk target, too human, I shot a Hole In One!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, June Vth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Crated while jammin' to @Keb'Mo' HITS link @ https://youtu.be/K2NfbIHZhvU }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

"NEVER FORGET" #NEVEREVERFORGET

#PackYoThangsAndGo @Ally_Venable #ShredsOfABCDEF&G #DontGetAroundMuchAnyMore @CHICAGOtheBAND

BUM'S RUSHIN' BIG BANGS & A NANOMETER'S FLUX & FLOW

I've got some good news & some old news, pack your things, either way y'all gotta go

To the place where the axes grind away the treble's trouble with the bass' back beat

Mother & father of it all, they themselves all admit to control they got Above & Below

Miracles at witches' fingertips with magic potions & words that make spells' hot heat.

Periods and eras that fill in the modern and ancient ways and means of the being roe

Eggs and the monkey bait fill in the blanks, emit the humans that remain all too slow

For the finish line is a heart break, a heart attack and a seizure of the brain's spirit sics

No ego above or below the bones, the blood that bleeds out the vocabulary's phonics.

From the alpha to the omega, babies cheat on their tests and learn what Nothing Is

Something feels as queer as the unknown in any algebraic equation of inequalities

Moving from the full stop, motionless and silent, not a scent of a woman anywhere

Permanant in the follow up sound of common ground, place of pain & holy pleasure.

Dead and gone, forgotten memories of what used to be the regular rigamarol insane

Out of the sky, been out of our minds since the conception of our deep end, Cocaine

In and out of the head, the lungs, the blood, the bones, mindless cosmic interference

Wavelengths and frequencies that pick and grin up and down the fretting rise, hence...

Apes, repeat the humane habits to survive the wasteland of their refused & used food

Living upwind and upriver is fight worth fighting for your family, your kin, your tribes

Extinction is the only other way to lie getting stiff and allowing the rigor mortis' good

To allow the Earth it's recovery of the thing itself that your mother bore, orphanhood.

Sore funk and wagnols wag the dog's tail in ecstatic happiness, well worth waiting for

Rocks & their moving up & down the love & good times that precede a slammed door

Just before your last step over the proverbial cliff, you've made the decision & it's over

All of the glory to be or not to be, no question that's the answer we really wanna hear.

Pretend that it's a room above your mother's bedroom, she died in childbirth as a nun

Virgin childbirth or I'm a little bastard of the rape and pillage of the Davids & Goliaths

Never a reason to contact your spirit while you're alive, it's there, you'll know if it goes

I thought some things, brought me back to the preconceived notion, gods loved Ho'z!

Orgasmic push and pull, slide and burn the punk 'til it smokes the cosmic dust on fire

Priming the pipes for the First Cause's movement, an overture and a golden repeater

Shot from the chamber and barrel of what the monkeys built & left for the kids' mire

Quicksand graduates into the muck, quicksand for the good, the bad, ugly & prettier.

Fill her up with Ethyl, it's a high test for maximum combustion in a vacuum's V8 engine

Steppin' on the gas, shifting through seven gears on the way to the finish line's holy sin

Checkered flags keepin' my champions alive if they don't duck and roll, funk avoided it

Played & worked, backs turned when it was all done, microns of acid powers that shyt!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, 6-4-2022 @ 707 AMPST

{ Jinx!  Drafted to an amazin' young #Blues artist who can literally pick & grin her fine ass off, kudos to her Ma & Pa, jam to @Ally_Venable LIVE link @ @FunkyBiscuit in @BocaRagon 3/9/2021 link @ https://youtu.be/Ng5FsYCDtBw }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AsIf #EyeWasNeverHereAtAll #MichaelJackson #THRILLER #MONSTER #GoldStateOfBallin' #WarriorsREPEAT

FUNKY BROADWAY, BBQ HOT DOGS & ORDER IN THE COURT

Mask up your face, your lips & nose are exposed to the minions for perusal of trustworthiness

Graduate to be a reproduction of your deceased ancestral kin, hundreds down a thin blue line

For the sake of your respect & honor for the scat you don't know, as the fantastic 'X' epic goes

On & on until the end of infinity which can never, ever be, we don't get out alive, amigo foes.

Computers programmed to begin at the end and finalize the the origin of the universal odors

Smelling your scent and my triggering mechanism in check to control my humane, holy desires

To mate & propagate the kind that appeals to the inner genome, it's just survival or extinction

Fire in a black hole we call Home, a place in Space where Time's spent, killin' it to run out of it!

When it's over means, your grown zygote has gone into corpus dilecti, it's naturally sewer funk

Nothing is worse than One, refused, rotten, trash heap of garbage in a dump, a recycled spunk

Not only am I the subject & object of the predicates in any flapping of a tongue to utter jibjab

But also, I am present here and now to see the Truth, my heart, my soul, my bones ton't scab.

On the way to the promised land where the broken promise is both seen, heard & tasted too

Like the sweet & sour pork upon the pigs' hooves, with the beans of Jack's underground stew

A menudo to die for but also to live for a hundred years until the spark & backbeat go caput

Mouth agape, man, woman, boy, girl, baby, preborn DNA zygotic fluid, all forms of stone blue.

What I am, don't ask but what you are, ask yourself, you'll find One and the same as did Adam

If there ever was an Eve & the mortal sins in a garden where you're programmed to be #Horny

But are taught by the adults in the dark room, in the twilight zone, don't attempt to procreate

You'll have babies you cannot raise to fruition, in the slums of the bad men who own the shyt.

The whole world sucks as the gravity dictates, spinning & wobbling about a preconceived orbit

In a far-out ellipse that is an illusion of all Ins & the Outs of the atomic matter, rocks that roll it

On the way to the far side of where nobody wants to go, you look forward to see Nothing el al

It's a One & it's the only one that comes before the #BigBang of the universe, a particular hell.

Therefore, it's fine and dandy to creat something from nothing, if & only if you're the 1st One

If you're the last One though, now that's the ticket to the concert of the Cosmic Chaos is fun

In and out of the mainstream and up and down the backroads from coast to the apex of Alps

All is One & one of us isn't more than a microscopic speck of dirty dust, it ain't for me, tulips!

Let's say that the fat is all that your metabolism needs to store your parental RNA/DNA code

With the mitotic subdivision from the One cell to the Many in a form to evolve the old News

It's either a golden lie without any disproofs using diobolical magic spells, mother Lode toad

To Billie Joe on the third of June back in '69, that's when I lost that virgin version of my load.

On or off of a holy altar of sacrifice, upstream, inverted for honor, givin' up roe to deep doom

Highlighted the mental trips that happen like they're goin' out of style, supplies for Navy Seals

Probably impossible, unconditional  reaction to atomic fusion of pandemic criticism of A-TOM

Rubbers broke, happy, good, bad & Uncle Tom's babies'ugly spawn, Big Bangin' idiotic wheels.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, June 3rd, 2022 Anno Domini @ 1500 hours PST

{ Came out of #Nowhere, somewhere and someplace I've been but forgot about when I got #WOKE, #AllTooHuman & maxing the volume on @GHOST @ARCHANGEL represents @ https://youtu.be/pM8tXUz2q0c }

F I N I S
G.H.O.S.T.
W.T.F.W.A.R.D.?

GOLDEN STATE OF WARRIORS

#YouMustBeTrippinMan