Dead, Gone, Back Again! Have a 5th on the 4th!

A FALLACIOUS ARGUMENT, DNA PIRATE CONCEPT

Nobody on this planet blows inside or outside of this closed solar system

Not a single person, place or thing knows the origin of Matter's tailspin

From subatomic to intergalactic pulsars and black holes, it is all, the One

Not many more than the first one of all time, actually it is a token totem.

Benfits for the benificiaries remain in place post-mortem until the real is

Replaced by the unreal, mouth agape, eyes wide open, no mirror fog fizz

Just the mounting foul odor of the categories to freeze the substance lot

Foul lines to measure the foul balls falling on sides of the diamond grass.

Premium for the special among the minions who can afford infinity's fee

More that you'll be able to consume since your appetite increases honey

For the combed wafer, colder than it's red hot cousin, I'll swallow a body

If and only if you deduce a valid conclusion from logical, rational reason.

It's our fate, yours and mine, that's a 411 & then a 911 to be or not, owls

Birdspeak this, that & every other little thing, a con game of the bowels

Loaded with dough & smoke, fueled and tanked on the Black Jack soiree

On horns that are weaponized for the #DownUndersHit, AC/DC touche.

Agressive to be so passive that the progress of evolutionary process halts

Returning the things back to an original state of being, H2O antisubatoms

As you were, full monte or just back to riding dirty on a HD74 rigid frame

Nearly tasted the dirt, the sand, the blood & the bones I had in me, lame.

To the highest school I'm allowed into, the magic rings like to get tricky

Nobody is controlling the activity, it's runaway predication, hard to see

Impossible to be or not to be the center of the sphere, it's the Great Lie

What's inside I can't see, a register, I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy, 4 JULY.

Fire in the hole, fire in the air, fused the idea of freedom into tiny holes

Blessed by the signs of the crosses that hung up a god, or a man's roles

Acting on a stage as if it's not a play on words, a mocking of reality tone

Laughing gets the most out of this life, it's #UH, skull & double crossbone.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, The 4th of July, 2022 Anno Domini @ 303 PMPST

{ Drafted in Space & Time, substracted from the division while watchin' to the @USAF #Thunderbirds demo on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/HGIehb17pxo & JAMMIN' TO @Bobby_Womack #ImLookinforALove link @https://youtu.be/SLD1_YtgcoE  }

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happy #246th Birthday A M E R I C A   U.S.A.

#JackDaniels #YoureOutOfLine

HOLY HOMER ON A MILF HUNT, OHIO & WOOD STREETS' EYE CANDY

Once upon the time you find the light that blinds your 3rd eye's insight

Scent and taste of the prey to eat to survive the days or darker night

Copy the survivors that never give up until they're old and grey or bald

Like the wind blowin' into the hole in my house, a screened flow to roll.

Stood up for the underdogs who were born to parents who got screwed

By society, by the various cultures of control of the animal's mortal sin

Completely inept to deduce the facts of life from the tombstones above

Below the terra ferma, inside of the atoms of the core of Earth's love.

As if you didn't know the answers to all of the proverbial questions, OK

We'll go through it again yet it's a shame precious time's wasted today

Ad infinitum, write down some notes, jot down some memory stimuli data

For all minions who follow the same path that leads to Nothing but...uh.

It's not for me to say or to call the epistemological bluff before check

Power to go because it cannot be contained in a star, a queen or a louse

Jack Daniels and me were runnin' the dozens 'tween bar hoppin' flights

Neither bulletproof nor steel, I am neither superman nor mighty mouse.

Keepin' the actual Truth about the status of this existence a secret too

Like knowing something that noone else knows is a special, certain screw

Country miles or city blocks lined with meters to charge, strawberry jam

No goody goody for proud boys of grand larceny, holy Homer, a hotdam.

I don't remember you from Adam or Eve but I'll entertain a premonition

A supernatural thing above and below this here thing called, payin' a Sin

For the mortals, for the venials, for all originals there are sacred holes

Revert to the oneness, dark places where suns-stars ne'er shine, moles.

Ingesting, digesting, disgusting refused for the rats and roaches to dig

Like the beatniks and hippies dug the vibes of drums and horns, tree fig

From the garden of Eden and my grandfather's alley gardinera on Ohio

And Wood street down from Erie, Huron, Superior, Ontario, my Chicago.

In a sad cafe, I heard it all in a song from some eagles flyin' by me

Silver light talkin' as if the thing itself has been here and done gone

In a place where nobody else will go for any reason, it's all said, done

Not because of me or you or anyone alive on the planet, it's the Sun!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, July 3rd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ #LiveEaglesHits #JohnnyCome drafted while listenin' to lyrics out of the sky link LIVING EAGLES @ https://youtu.be/qmvAgx3RDJc?t=420 }

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#CookinCrawdads #SecondToNone #HelloIAmNotAlone @RalphBakshiEdits

SECOND TO NONE BUTDA BEARS&BLACK&SILVER

I can't show you the way to be good, evil or ugly but you will be either one, two or all three

In any case, it's all a done deal and it's out of our hands, the results stemmed from a history

What you don't know won't hurt you but it may be too late in any case, it is a grand ol' opry

It ended the moment we set foot upon the ground of being, Earth dirty world, a star's copy.

Foil for a tinman's outfit, it squeeks a bit but the oil can is in reach, near or in my hobo scat

Greased in wax to slide across the 88's  or the nylon chords between C & B or A & G flat

Nobody else is in the game as deep as the player who began knowing that it's Time to leave

Before or after a hundred orbits around this still star, the son of God's concern, Adam's In.

Bright in the absolute void so that the writing on the twilight zone walls can be seen to be

What formula it takes to escape the place in Space you want to leave for the one to also see

Miracle of the cause & effect of the babies solved, now why oh why did humans evolve me

Nothing personal I'm sure, it is what it is, I am what I am, Truth cannot be fabricated, see.

If you don't see, you're hopeless and will remain in ignorance to provide the matrix of order

All trained minds in logic and reason deduce & induce the reason for everything, all for her

Mother, sister, wife, girlfriend, friend, sisters of a holy order administer spare threads' or

Allow their convent's pure and sterile lavoratory to groom & feel at one with natural water.

Suddenly, the oneness emerged through the skin and bones exposing the light, a cosmic one

Conditions led to a further complicated mess, life lives & proves to breed you gotta be hung

If you can't inseminate then the species survival is doomed, we need DNA's code of bung

Mixing it up at random allows the impulse to survive be generated, boy or girl, out for Fun.

Little sneaks big bigots will be at the beginning & at the ends of good times, get on me too

Nobody either #Woke or unawakened will be spared at a gravitational collapse of all Matter

Maybe alive or down under in a grave or Davey Jones' locker, maybe ash in the soil's blues

For one last time, immerse momentum of the soft moves to deflect the collision with power.

Deceitful and a product of the ethics and morality of the herd, teachers & sham professors

Not many progress from birth to death in ignorant bliss except for fortunate sons under It

Knowing the reason everybody is dead would be a complication that can't be seen in stores

Empty shelves without the things men have made and packaged for convenience and profit.

Failure of the safety nets to catch the falling weight of the hefty commandos afoot, all good

Even up with the enemy & tactics will prove the right is wrong and vice verse, because it is

Keep sayin' it out loud ad infinitum, nobody can kill a Word, strongly worded "two or tree"

What I am or what?  You'll pull your love from me before I die, with or without, it will be!

Food blown in jagbags, not my hag though, a cornucopia of grounded wings in outer sea

Rhyme of the sounds of winds blowin' out the lips and facial contortions of mam & pappy

#Woke heaven's dream, cause & effect of happiness & joy, Saturday's 5th's call, 2nd of July

Then it's over in a wink, ones left behind nod and wink, they are on their way in the dark.

Growl, scare away the mean killers & scatter their skin & bones to old coyotes & red crows

Live as if high forever in hills of reverie, sitting, standing, walking, running, come to blows

Ones whose intent to terminate my happiness, I guffaw as I bang the gong, a superbowl bell

Rams vs. Bengals return for another go, if & only if no Raiders show, they're doin' it, swell!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, July 2nd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 611 AMPST

{ Kracked this gem out (Second of July) while jammin' @ChicagoBand #BEST link @ https://youtu.be/PLiMy4NaSKc }

#HappyBirthday #HappyAnniversary #RIP JOJO, MA & PA & THE REST OF THE GENOME #EyeObjectYourHonor

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