#OnTheHunt #HauntedHunter #ShoGotThatRight AC/DC Skynyrd @WarrenHaynes @Gov'tMule

BIG BANGIN' BACKWARDS WISDOM, @BigSur BUCKET LIST

The end of the alpha brand of the human species is good, bad and ugly

Crying about the spilled milk is going to get you some beanstalk beans

Climbing to the heavens above the Earth will get you a #Woke moniker

'Cause you think that you're the conscience of a pirate's gold treasure.

Now hear this, comprehend subjects, verbs & predicates of  #Woken

Logic and reason of the inductions and deductions is flawed, it's broke

As if nobody knew this before they sent you to school, to know A,B,C's

Modify my natural selection's evolution into a cream of crops, please?

So that when I personally expire & become the refused old scoundrel

Nothing will catch me to hurt, kill or eat me, containerized in one cell

DNA is in the atom, a code of random gravitational inertia, lucky draw

I twisted your arm before I undressed you baby, it was cut like a saw.

Game over, game's up and there will be no more Time in Space, ever

Again and again, you come back thinkin' it's never gonna end, infinity

It don't but you will, the contrived present you got from mama & papa

Or the orphanage, or your big brothers & sisters, I can see, we all see.

Looking up from the fallout of the Charm and Love, a dream in a dream

Whatever they left we received, we agreed not to bleed out a hissy fit

Just rollin' with the punch of the poles & the tropics, reoriented scum

Barns full of the hay to feed the yards live stock, we'll kill & eat them!

Bloods no been here forever, it's magnetic flow of solar power, God In

The formidible endless parade of the monkeys on a way to slaughters

On stage or back stage, the honey flows from the lonely lovers of hers

Preaching words that mean nothing to nobody who can't hear, I'm sin.

More or less than a musical genius I incorporate in a treble of trouble

Did you say a sychophantic tirade results from being a dead superhero

Saved all of the ones who betrayed your trust & the loyal cock & bulls

Stockyards of the slaughter, bloody, aromatic dead meatballs of fools.

River flows downstream toward the equator, either way, already gone

Out of sight and mind of the divine and the all too humane, all my sun

Star above letting the power go to grow on the rock, the stone of ash

Blown smithereens gone in a HOLY finale, Big Bang Singularity mash.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  #HappyFathersDay even if you didn't know that you're One & your progeny runnin' around tryin' to figure if you're alive or not... I digress, jammed this while listenin' to @WarrenHaynes @Govt_Mule link @ https://youtu.be/VcZYD6_BHUY & From @LynyrdSkyrd @ https://youtu.be/Hspvuv8AcNw }

 

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W.W.AR.D.?

Suds & Soda to Rock Your World's @Gov'tMule #BackToMotherEarth @Gov'tMule R&R

WHO KNEW THE ENDS WOULD BE A SNORT, GTF OFF THE ROCKY ROADS

Feeling the tastes of the killers who create the forms and material you see, chords of Sky

Up and down the scales that call the angels back down to the ground from up on the high

Where they fly as they disappear into the twilight zone, running it all out until it's all done's

Intent to redeem the failure of the hits and misses that fired from the gunpowdered guns.

Give the drink and food away for free, it'll kill you eventually in the end, just because it is

Right there since the teats got stuck into your lips, after the diapers and schools of Knocks

They were both hard ones and soft nudges that moved me away from the source of OZ

Bums and junkies havin' their periodicals and articles published on Skid Road's wine buzz.

Boredom AKA ennui of the all too human, frail skulls and other 20 bones of the framed ego

Just in case you need to know if you're asked, there's no way in hell to set foot in 7th heaven

It's not where I left it back in the day afore my Con conception of gettin' over on a thin dime

Ten cents in my pocket before I had a lick of sense, spent it on cokes and bubble gum slime.

The flight of your mother's egg from her filopian tube is like bringin' riffs down from cloud 9

Circumstances of the causes and effects that came before you and will come after a goal line

Sick of the health inside and out of the diseased monkeys swingin' through the bush & sand

Apes and apples in the garden of Eden, all you can say is WTF over, have faith, God's no man!

Down in the womb's room, prayers for the health and mortal birth of a thought in divine mind

It's gonna be gone before you know it so enjoy the moment, could be a tomorrow, you'll find

In the center of the darkest place you know, a diamond shines the light of the deepest mine

Gone fishin' and never going to the middle of the ocean where the mighty have fallen in line.

On ships at sea, sunk by the holes in the wood and metal from Earth's mantle of Rock & Roll

Free to the ones who seek it and a high cost for the ones who need to fire up a toilet's bowl

Smokin' the stems, the seeds, the flowers and the whole shebang, it's a creation of my God

What I am is what I am is what you are or what, you cannot be what you're not The Hot Rod.

Angels born in a void of everything you know, what you don't know that it's a reincarnate Id

Ego of destiny to run the numbers and the streets until the Super Ego ruptures it's old s#-IT

Jello smokin' in the oven, turnkey operation to make the Evil reverse into the Live, God vault

Babies and their great grand-parents let the ones in between do the work, it's all their fault.

Trees bear the fruit eaten in Paradise, it ain't my fault I got hungry for being The Great One

Everything imagined could be the product of the imagination of an unknown 'X', a God's son

Grim reaper cancelling the Savior's attempt to cancel the Father's sentence to eternal Halls

Drivers and riders atrophy, all get there at the same time, a Black Hole intro, sucking 8balls.

Play on the stage, acting like a star or a role player in the game of Strategy & Monopoly scat

It's a finale we're all after because we had an origin, if we were immortal, we'd not die so FAT

Bones moved and then they got pulverized by the crush of nature's dark-side romp of an ID

Came down a fillopian tube on a journey from nowhere to nowhere, a cycle of ape humanity.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, June XVIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 PMPST

{ Jammed this while trackin' @GovtMule 1994 concert in @Wetlands, NY  ... i LOST MY COOLE LAST NIGHT WHEN ME & MY HONEY saw them last night in Reno, NV but here's THE MULE from 1994 @ https://youtu.be/rbaBTpmydb8 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#PlanetThree #NothingFromNothing #LeavesNothing #GlassHouseShatter @WARtheBand & @TheBlackKeys

 

SOME PEOPLE JUST NEVER KNOW, SOME KNOW & FORGET, SOME PEOPLE PHUQITALLUP!

Gods don't live here any more, they got out of here alive

Only the good die young and only the evil live in the jive

Monkeys seeing what all of the monkeys are doing, clues

Copy the cats doin' what they do 'cause you paid the dues.

Last time in Space for the immortal reincarnates, it's all over

Long time to be acting as if the End means chit to a lover

Who comes and goes with the wind, like a wisp of willow

Brought sliding into home's base, the pentagram shape low.

Runs, hits and errors, hit the ball, throw the ball, catch the ball

Then it's a matter of three strikes to be out, nine innings to pitch

Philosophers think but can't play, can't catch, hit, can't run a lap

Pinch hitting for clean-up batter in the last half of the ninth, snap!

Bases were loaded and the bags were clean after the 400 foot fly

Slowly trotting the diamond, soaking in the final trip up in the sky

Warning signals, lights, bells, whistles star spangled bangs twice

Drank my Kool-aide sugar babies, 'til Hot air melted my Cold ice.

Certainly your form and my shape have a mitigated circumstance

We have slipped into the light of the darkness, unknown as ants

Below or above the things that become old and die of worn parts

Wings of angels don't get on the backs of all too humane pharts.

Idiots serving the volley for games, set & point, 30 love, set too

A match, bunched white or black trash, silly and confident blue

Sad that it's all alone you gotta be, knowing the facts nobody can

Live beyond the breath you can't hold, more than a second too.

Heartbeat stops the animated on a dime, unmoved, used to move

Stench of the rotting DNA, out of water, underground in a groove

You're #Woke, immersed your Ego in gods of blind faith, in a Man

You believe it's all going to be alright, next minute chit hits a fan.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, June XVIth, MMXXII  Anno Domini

{ Broke this out the corral while listenin' to @TheBlackKeys #DropoutBoogie 2022 link @ https://youtu.be/9249ehtluos }

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W.W.A.R.D.?