#ParanoidSchizophrenic #FarmersDaughters #TruckInTheField #BeerOnIce #ScottFreeCruise

WHAT IN GOD'S NAME ARE YOU STARIN' AT?  GOOD GENES IN THE FAM Y'ALL

It never really mattered at all what the outcome would be at the end of the road

You knew & I knew we'd all get there eventually, not really know but we had faith

In the unknown and how because of our conception, we were owed by the powers

That be both you, me & every other living thing on Earth, so lucky to be here & now.

Where there's a Will to power, there's a guy or a gal dancin' around in circles, dancin'

Barefootin' or slippery soles of the leather and suede movin' around the floors wood

In a minute or a couple hours, there was a prize to get, a phone number to call, good

To get a date on the weekend tryin' to get some sweet huggin' & kissin' at the drive-in.

Again, a simple mind has performed an atomic reaction, either fusion or fission of dicks

This universe as it is & always was, before & after me & you, before God existed here

There is a high probability the God & other divine beings will not survive an extinction

Sat around until I died in sin & somebody rolled me up & smoked me too, three or six.

Fried my small mind, what's left of it after the 1960's & 1970's when I was a genius too

Lost nearly everything over the years of all of the fire and wind blowin' me down under

Chased the clouds & the fish until I found the girls & then snagged to my better half, aw

Better to state the Truth than to pussy foot around it, your trouble could become a saw.

I love my life with this woman of the century, I have known & observed, irreplaceable X

She's got it all of it, singin' & dancin' over my gravity of this star, I'm at one with the twos

So, in the end or before the beginning, there's an identical essence, word up your noses

Just because you thought you were so pretty & could get me, "How do ya like me now?"

THERE'S NO REASON FOR BEING ALIVE OTHER THAN finding you, here, how you do

You do what you need to do whether I like you or not,  I know you now or not at all, cool

Some hearts need to break in two, meaning absolutely nothing other than cry like a baby 

Heaven's really far for lonely boys, in prison or free, most you ever recover is one final day!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, July 19th, 2022 A.D. @ 544 PMPST

  * header's my COUSINE @NADINE_STEPHAN ! *

{ #Kicked this out the holy hole in my head while jammin' to the mighty @DireStraits #DownTotheWaterline link @ https://youtu.be/PNO_fdDmFjs & @BruceSpringstgeen #TwoHeartsAreBetterThanOne link @ https://youtu.be/CsGLF8hHtT0 )

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STATE OF THE PHARTS #KickinArseOutTheVenue #DEADHEADED #GoinToChurch @JackDaniels

BRAIN FADES QUICKLY, EVE'S SUICIDE RAP, THE MUSE IS FIERCE

I used to know all of the tramps runnin' round the 'hood before it was a neighborhood

Of men's electric Stratocasters who put their mates through the lonely labor of a brood

From invisible to more than necessary & sufficient justification, if I ain't in, nobody wins

For you and your folks, your related DNA is in every gene pool, it's acid from accidents.

A very long time ago, there a dreaming young & innocent kid lookin' for reality of Me

Long times from the original  plugs in the wall that electrified the stage of star's of He

I know the most that you've never known & I will keep that to myself, inner sanctum

Nobody gets in without me, I get in or nobody does, can you feel me?  Didn't think so.

Now & then, beaten down to the lower end of the echelon of macroscopic, hot funk

Got out of the drag race by beating the hottest wheels on the track, really a slam dunk

Jumped up from the freethrow line and sailed above the rim, hand banged balls down

So many times, so many points counted, rim shot, AC/DC down under, tears of a clown.

Besides the fear and loathing of your face & bones, there's not much else, your memory

It will be forgotten in a hundred years, not in a history book to be read by the not dead

Therefore, I never was here, I never left & I certainly ain't comin' back to thunderstruck

What I came for, to see, to feel & hear the love in Space turn into a mode of don't suck.

There then, again it's Matter in Time & Space that's all there is, we both know gods' truth

Nothing personal for the Christ, the Buddah, the Krishna & the nobody at all in the booth

Ladies, step right on up, the chances are you're in a dream, can't wake up from the room

Dark then light, ultrapurple through infrared, I conquered all this scat, I'm leavin' doom!

Belonging to nobody and noplace is the best you can hope for while smokin' up, it did

Wafting the smoke, like signals from the souls' lost in empty space, exactly love to a Sir

Maybe a knight or a damsel in distress would be the concern of the queen's court of Id

Door slammed but I opened it in a second and everything was still alright, it wasn't her.

She's comin' with or without me, there's no doubt about that, sure as the sunny rays

Invisible but they are the source of the light in the closet, no regrets & nomore todays

Fathers come & ago, mothers have tried their best to stay legit & like a boy who's bad

Rot out your teeth, at the roots, gums and jaw deterioated but you were interred, lad.

Morphing into the thing you didn't want to be, you do, regardless of your gold in a vault

To the parents' gold and silver they've accummulated in memoria of the scent of a Time

It passed into oblivion without a Word from the white-blacks, all of 'em dropped a dime

We're here for a minute & we're all gonna die, bugs to man to dinosaurs, it ain't my fault.

On a clear day when it's hot & the sky's blue without a cloud, that's when you'll awaken

From dawn 'til dusk on that day, you will know the reason why you're alive, heaven sent

People won't comprehend this notion about what I was thinking, God's dam, mortal sin

None of the professors of the genome of humanity is responsible for Life, all accident.

if I have this straight now, there is no god or goddesses other than what y'all imagine

Figments of the dead, old men and women who couldn't stay longer than their Time

In or out of that funky groove that spins in circles, playin' jams we sang on the corner

Psychic and weird, Lord's payback for original sin, 'scroomed' candy in Eden's garden!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, July XIX, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 12:00 HIGH NOON

{ Jammed while *Scrooming ["Screwed & Doomed "- joe getty} & jammin' to @GratfulDead - Crimson White & Indigo (Philadelphia, PA 7/7/89) [Full Concert] @ https://youtu.be/Qi-e0dKczJc }

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#UndermineTruth #LiesAreLordOfRings #SkimmingTimeSpaceFunk

 

 

A GAGGLE OF GEESE IN REDWOODS & MOLLY'S HOLES-SOULS ON ICE

{dead cow #Pinkmeat of heaven is both in & out. . . } OF U.S. guts!

You're a sick human being, part of the masses extinction of the genome process, it's fine

Everything's gonna be fine, ON THAT I CAN GUARANTEE YOU, just kiddin', NO JOKE

Fear the ending and not the beginning of the end, it's linear & has an original slice of cuts

Sword or dagger of the divine touch from above & below a plantation of grass & tree nuts.

In an aquarium of black mollies, you swim in & eat it out, you refuse all matter inside of man

It's not a freedom to choose that's important, it's the value of fortune to become too human

Apes income from picking bannanas and building grass huts until the rocks became full stops

Pulled over the eyes of the sheep and the evolved humans who herded them into the chops.

Shrunken heads are all that's left of the fiasco of Matter's evolution in Time & Space, wordup

From a first utterance of Sound heard by beings who are all too humane, ending silence in sin

Will of a mind like Einstein or a mad monk in Alps' mountain caves, a silent End of Minutemen

Without knowing the wisdom on the Way to survive in a hostile places in Space, I'll phuqitup.

Therefore, since I think that i am here and now, right wing trolling the mentally ill & the ilk

Of moves on a board, you've pieces & rules on 64 squares, that's all you get, chocolate milk

Two cents for the white milke and three cents for the chocolate, it's a need for Latinex kids

Higher than grounds of coffee or being-as-such, smoke signals rise to end the gods' Covids.

Messages in the SOS mode show respect for the ignorant & moronic among throngs of apes

Hairless to see the color of the skin the monkeys grew from the Pleistocene Age of no grapes

Wine and fermented Hop plants to display solid reasoning, irrationality of some tiny dancers

Unseen from 93 million miles away, to the star we're invisible, got it?  Get it down, no fears!

Out the exit and into the Unknown you go, ready for the clear & present danger to the Ego

You created it from the suggestions of your elders, the folks of me & you, we're goin' to blow

Burgers fused atomic residue from burning gasballs some 93 million miles away, I'm in & out

Necessary conditional deduction is illogical trash, alive & gonna die, IDIOT-MORON doubt.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, 7-18-2022 AD @ 0900 AMPST

{ Geeked out of the solar system this AM while jammin' to @ArmstrongAndGettyShow on @kste650AM & blastin' the ROCKS off your face listenin' to @KennyChesney https://youtu.be/luHhJalHanw }

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