Alligator legends . . . W O R D U P TRUCK #Mortified #ahoooChooChoo

POP YOUR DUAL CLUTCH & ENTER INTO MY NOSTRILS

If you want to desire and need more than your share, just get born against a free will

I tried to abort myself prior to the origin's entry into Light, but I was too GD strong

So strong that not only was I birthed by a wonder-virgin pushed out a window, EEK

Born to be wild, to run & just to be takin' up space for a century give or take a week.

So, television programming shows acting characters pretending to jump out a window

They always survive because they really don't jump to their death, all dead hero fads

As if the Truth is hard to find & when you find it, it's hard to believe, it's Homer's doe

Pointing nowhere, to me, all 360 degrees around the nucleus, in graves' gravity, egads!

Coming to Jesus, Mary & Joseph appear to be ridiculous for the creation-uncreated It

Did I make this up, like a moron, like an idiot, I've fallen for the same old story, etc etc

It'll end & it'll get you down, there's nothing that comes after that, skid road in a sky

Gauge is reading that there's no charge left in the batteries & I'm all out of juice, Bye!

You must go from the day to night without screaming about miscommunication sins

Relax and chill out before you snap an artery or vein in your neck, it feeds your brains

In one ear and out of the other come the words on the air, retain the ID, make a livin'

Ate a chilli relleno at lunch, drank 2 pina colada for lunch, seduced my wife, I'm all in.

Wink at me in a hue of blue not powder or sky or royal or green, it's a lapis lazuli blue

Rock made in the core of the planet and thrust out in an explosion of stored Tiramisu

Cornflakes and crispy rice in and out of the mouths of babes & their babies' of daddy

Gets the money and stamps for the whack smack thrown down for the naked of a city.

Monkeys doin' their thing, dancin' for the food they need to store for late night snacks

The games I played and a game I've hunted & captured while bustin' a move on a mic

All of them players I ran in the streets of asphalt and cement with, they're still here in

Or thereabouts, somewhere they are still pretending they've got the genie in a bottle.

Magic they have little of, but they think and whatever they think, happens in routine

Perfect in or out of the union between us in this gap between heaven & the Void bin

Angels fear to go there but it's The Way, only One free will not to UFO shape or form

Death and the birth are the illusions you live and die with, it ain't my fault, The worm.

Heard a stampede of The Herd begin & get closer than it needed to premature birth

Noise so loud that you couldn't hear anything when the noise ends, watch & read lips

There's the recovery from the jazz that we all immersed in a dysfunctional mortal sin

Fear's an inspiration, The Ways of Id warriors leaking Life's Truth, a Death to begin!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, June XX, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Bent the zone while jammin' to the #FlyGirls dancin' on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/BGB2Vm_Msyk }

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#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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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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