#Triplicate @Bob_Dylan #SentimentallyYourJourney

SOUL VITAMINS' HOLE-FUNK, ROLLIN' STONED & HOLY

Even Uncle Sammy & Auntie Annie knew the answer but wouldn't give up the Ghost

Extinction in utero,  gods' clouds that needed to be wiped out alive, sought evil at cost

As it is, as you were, it's the same as it's always been, infinite ID of extinguished rituals

Nothing to celebrate with Tennessee whiskey, bad or ugly meaning crossbones'  skulls.

Yankees were doodling on paper before they knew how to make the cheat-cheat cribs

To get the A's & B's to enter the Ivy League of sports & intellectual prowess' baby bibs

Tripping along the sky of the blackness, appearing blue due to the blockage of the flow

Photons, protons, neutrons & the electrons of the beautiful forms of humanity's show.

Both above and below the causes and effects on the Human Race's best is yet to come

Gone away from the beginning of the race for all of the marbles, black mollies all gone

Swam away from the school and entered the twilight zone, too small to shuck & jive

Out of the gene pool's DNA, it takes two to divide the host, germs ain't dead, it's alive!

Vitamins and minerals from the center of this terrestrial anomoly, 3rd stone of a Star

Always comin' back for encores, even if you're too smoked to feel the tokes anymore

Since the #ByeAndBye is always there in theory, as it might be, we talkin' Ahab's Arabs

Best shot at Life's meaning, the gist of games people play in places with things' verbs.

Sang songs, preached the rhymed and reasoned words of subjects & predicates of Sin

Meaning that there's no luck, it's all about the errors and guilt and the paybacks' skin

It's in the game with your skull and bones, secret spells, to start over ad infinitum One

Never a Many ever again like it was when y'all forgot about it at the Pain of Birth, son.

Your precious love is what makes the gold shine and shows the way to the alpha Sun

Star burst out of the Milky Way's signals and signification of the Way to Be, Way to Go

From first gasp of gas to the final unkept gas swept out of the wise & foolish holy tomb

Millionaires and paupers all go, kings, queens, hobos and bums, there's a lot of Room.

Set around in that green circle at the kintergarden realm of the public instruction to be

Or not to be, that was the question before you knew about the play on the Word, see?

Shakin' the sphere to get the content to produce more of the same, becoming a toad

Prince sings, plays purple chords oe broke halos' trails, a happy ending on a back road.

Fiddle away your Time on Earth like your kin has done since day One, before you die

Get the scum and slime off of the glass so you can see the subjects and objects to fly

Above and below, it's all the same, you can't see it through the trees, there's a forest

Deep woods & unseen, hidden from Wild, Innocents to be on E Street shuffle's best.

There's no possible way to predict the conclusion of this fight for survival's end game

What is left of the spirit that floats your boat and gets the consciousness to give it up

The ghost came into the skin and bones easily, without effort, conceived in the Void

Reentry back into a grave matrix, the Beautiful, my gods, fly away, bloody hemmoroid.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, June XXVIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1212 PMPST

{ Stared at aquarium Black Mollies AQUARIUM swimmin' to the @Chris_Stepleton #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/d2x254mCOvs }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

SWEETENthePOT

#CONCERT2NIGHT #Bob #Fools #WiseArseFarmersAndThugs #HellWillFixIt #AsItUsedToBe @RobertAllenZimmerman

SILENT KISSES, DREAMS, REPRODUCED PURPLE HUES

Scorn works the crowd, never love your sister or brother like your Self, a demigod ball

Without you, without me, no magic works, nothing even exists without you and us all

We're a series of accidents that provided One ghost for a trivial pursuit of a demon kin

Lonely or being top of the world's happiest human being ever, bunk beds of mortal sin.

Accident or intention from First Cause to the last sweet heart in a dump like this

I know you know that they all know what we all know, it's a joke, it's a prank fizz

Divinity rhymes words with the music's scales that rank flesh & blood, I pocololo?

Seedless, weedless drill sergeants that run dozens for Colonel Klink's, giddyup, go.

Common denominators' numerators, fallen ones stretchin' into an empty, holy void

Nanometers & parsecs from one extreme to another bull-snake's eyes I'm to avoid

Punks, confused young, fatherless children who taught us to give it to 'em good, lord

Dot matrix Black Void, nothing but Space & Time, movies move one unmoved Word!

Men of peace and love, long hair fell out & left them older and bald, head's cut a jib

What I am is what I am & what you are is One and the same, use propositional logic

God's damned fools in the calculus function trying to make it to the end without dyin'

Magic spell of the sounds, voices blowin' hot air out of the hellfire deep in Adam's rib.

Costume and masks to hide the calcium of the starburst, skulls & crossbones, my son

Spanked or disciplined by the iron fist, as above, so below it goes on forever, it is fun

Opposite of the good times are the Time of your life, perception, contemplation above

Below a heavenly being, a white trash happy ending, twisted Earth's Ironic core Love.

Response to the sun blowing it's cool and becoming as hot as a million Mercury atoms

Smoke rising above and below the whole shebang, it's not my problem on Highway 61

I'm on California RRte #49 with or without @BobDylan.com or a gang's foolish moms

Rain came after the windstorm and carried the cells of moms and dads of a Fool's Son.

Predict the ending, not knowing the beginning but here and now, nevertheless, Spaced

Out to the ends, a solar system's galaxy and beyond to the end of the Universal I, Zed

Ruthless, no mercy for the fanatic's desperate prey, between skin living & the holy jive

Mother, Father, Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, cousins & friends, buzz in the bee hive!

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 r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, June XXVth @ 757 AMPST

{ Drafted while listenin' to @BobDylan 2022 LIVEOakland, California. 11 June, 2022 @ https://youtu.be/wrrPZU_-jjA & ON TO THE CONCERT TONIGHT IN SACRAMENTO'S MEMORIAL AUDITORIUM, ROADIES ROLLIN'! }

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W.W.A.R.D.? 

#YANKEE-doodle-DYLAN

#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 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?