#GrassBudsGreenerOnMySide #AllmanBrothersDownLower @OsbourneBrothersUpHigh #elvis

 ME & #BLACKJACK, WORD UP-IN TENNESSEE

I almost aborted the mission in the middle of conception, I always cut Time too close

To the deadlines that come and go for no reason at all, just because you think it's OK

I know & you know, actually you don't know like I know but it ain't my fault red rose

Lined up against the wall with the punch line to make you laugh your derriere off, gay.

Monkeys in no manner, shape or form can abort their fetuses at will, only woman can

Men have no choice to attempt saving the species from annhilation, just extinction sin

Ape philosophy of cause and effect, language of signs and sounds of micro aggression

You don't know you're being assaulted until you have no defense & just all too human.

Bungle in the jungle, concrete or asphalt or dirty, rotten plant fodder, buried manbone

Free to shut the intercourse up inside of your jaw, popular vote's a mail-in ballot to fly

Breed until you can't breed any longer, pass on the DNA if you can, it's a roll of the die

Mongrels and immortal spiritual souls that can't be seen by eyes of black light's vision.

Kill nothing but things that qualify as a product of divine cause, fission-fusion stop sign

Liquid rock, magma blowing it's top thirty two miles high & falling in gravity's collapse

Theoretical mathematics and scientific progenesis of something born in a blacker hole

Darker than looking deep down in the Earth itself, cosmic light of day's blissful shine.

So, to be One with the Many although it appears impossible is the Way of sychophants

Eyeballs both removed when they were both fine, now blinded without the black light

Knowledge and wisdom coming into view, a catastrophe full of the animal scat refused

By the mouths of babes, all too human alien survivors without A Word, without hands.

Apes, bacteria and the rest of infinity's conglomeration of spicy times, overruled, abort

Don't think twice about this or anything else, never second guess the final guess short

Nevermore to know the actual Truth about the things and the origin of matter's junk

It's injected and consumed within to be discharged back to recycle the One, It Is FUNK!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, June XXIVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ #ContactOriginalSinnersFor #OverturnThisMoron drafted while jammin' to @DarylHall & DianeBirch #LifesTooShort @DarylsHouse 8-15-2009 link @ https://youtu.be/9LldYz2M8h8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GoneGirl #SoulSearchin' ... 1 Margarita, 2 Margarita, 3 Margarita #SHOTS #TheEleganceFits

GOT YOUR SIX, TWO THREE, TWO ZERO TWO TWO

Finished off the creme of the crops creme like a bat outta hell or a Dorito Bandito face

It's a dual standard for the men with sombreros to stop the Id's divine leather & lace

A real man's woman provides death at the end of life, sunlight's burning love of Earth

Burnt stars of illogical reason in a fallacious argument's attempt to buy Big Bang birth.

When all it is can be summed up in fecal matters about the forms of ball points on skin

Whether pulp of the foilage or the outer wrap of the bones which contain the verve sin

Meaning that an entity has determined & programmed the young for good & uncouth

Choice's freedom from slavery is an illusion to assuage shock & awe of a Verbal Truth.

Secret no more since the creation of the illusion is no more than a vision ready to pop

Like a bubble in the invisible air, a thin film of nothingness' clear light, antithetical slop

I know what you know & vice versa, friends & foes alike remain mortal, no doubt to go

Around in circles as day & night shift place, I wobble in orbit, got to go with the flow.

Downstream above the fray, above the gases H2O and the Chlorine scent of rag gods

Never goin' down below into a tunnel or cave until there's no other option to change

To never turn around & turn back to the beginning is a shock, I am still in awe of beer

Drunk on a 12 pack of Old Style, from 20 to 70, 50 years every other day, drunk here.

On Earth as it will be in heaven, sharks attack you and satisfy their hunger for burger

Not ham but human, that's the way of an ignorant surfer who can see nothing below

The grey surface a reflection of the uncensored sun, hiding the predator ready to go

Pulled down to the bottom to drown your stupidity without Jack Daniels, gasp, oh no!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, June XXIIIrd, MMXXII (6-23-2022) Anno Domini at 911 AMPST

{ Allowed this light into the day, I scribed while listenin' @LosLonelyBoys #CiscoKId link at https://youtu.be/hBas0YZdsc0  & to @ChicagoTheBand #DontGetAroundMuchAnymore link at https://youtu.be/TUMWGDEXStQ & after watchin' a clip from #ShootoutAtTheOKCorral link @ https://youtu.be/xEm-6lYMgCI }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GodsPocket #Homerunner #Touchdowner #GoalieFromJupiter #Train #RickieLeeJones @Nickelback #BottomsUp

PISTOL PACKIN' MAMA, 6-22-22 PULL!  TRIGGERED

Inside or outside of the house that Jack built, with or without me & you, porch honk

My halo used to shine when I had the power to shape-shift from man to ghosty head

Above and below the heavenly skin smooth as mortal sin, exciting charge of electric

For the sake of reason & the legacy we all leave when we're gone, can't sing a GD lick.

Born to be free from the chord of the mother yet still under a magic spell of a father

Boys, men, girls & women every culture and everywhere on the planet, suck as gravity

A force to be reckoned with because it will drag your light conscious mind into Never

A place in Time that can never be, an hour in Space that you & I can't spend in a city.

Still we deliver the goods on time, recognize the immortality that's absent in the bones

Body #Woke, mine #Broke but still movin' ahead, movin' on to Ends of the rune stones

Silence to agree with silent noise of the atomic fission and fusion, got Covid from a fox

All of it and some of it and none of it, gonnereah of perspective, outside a batter's box.

Between the rocks and the hard places is where I lived for seven decades, shreddin' it

With or with the instruments of wood and wind, brass and animal skin and bare bone

In a band or recorded in perpetuity on mag tape, vinyl or electronic data, never to see

Spared all of the trouble from the innocent, the good, bad & ugly, yeah you know me.

My bearings are in the middle of freezing from the heat of friction & cherry pie to seize

The moment will be over before you can tell it's hopeless with a dose of a cool freezer

Mama & pop came in like a tornado and left in a hurricane, it's all the same, yes please

Luck of anybody on anthing is a matter of right place being at the right time, a weezer.

Fallen angels & upstanding devils of a leap year holy day, means I got a song to sing

Dreams endings are always the same for the dreamers left behind, the awakeening

It's a matter and form all in your mind, a picture that tells a story, of a real longhair

A few bars and a couple of chords to play the scale, trebble and cleff, a millionaire.

Correction of the pathways obstructions pushing the head forward, close to The Ends

Human or not, this narrow way is the way it is, it was this way 'fore I got here friends

Punks and the hammers who run the 'hoods, the steets of the mean little muthers' Id

Leftover fodder believed a copulation was one's choice but it's just mother nature kid.

You always have to do what you have to do to survive the by and bye or you be extinct

Means to be ready to fight for your life, your belongings, your kin, your friends in synch

Every moment matters, nothing more than two seconds that ticks is important to you

As above, so below to everyone from God's Adam to the newborn, a cosmic beef stew.

Balls and chains rollin' behind me and you like we don't know how to live with the free

Slavery seems to be the pied piper welcomin' the fans into the entrance to hear & see

The sound and light show from the airs beats and echoes from wall to wall, floor high

After the encore, house lights go up and down, mind as well get stone, got cut to fly.

Ain't got the sheet to do, the fleet to be sunk in the pink champagne and pick me up

Higher than the ground of zero and being the living DNA of the Star called Sun, a God

Without It, we don't breathe, oxidate your mindless contents, a cannibal void-vision

Food for thought in big mouths of 32 teeth or less, 2 sets hangin' on for life, Slo-Gin.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Wednesday 6-22-2022 Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST 

{ Dusted off my boots & thrust this jam out of my spurs while listenin' to @ChrisStapleton #HITS @ https://youtu.be/Dck-RbRoZEU }

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W.W.A.R.D.?