#NothingsChanged #ChangedDollarBills #WINNINGlosers #AllTruthOneBigLie #EyeUsedToCare #ThingsHAVEChangedAfterall #MrJinx & #MissLucy in #FlakeLake

NO PEACE OF MIND ON AUGUSTA BOULEVARD'S BLOCK

As sweets roll, a fuel for the spark isn't enough for the dream to evoke pickin' & grinnin'

In the face of the live evil that lurks below the ground where dead bodies go sinnin'

If there's anything other than the core of hell below, I want to know, I am rockin' boy

Deliver the Word, the Truth I can handle, I am the crazy event that loved a tight toy.

Being and the Nothingness on it's opposite end of all else, more void than I for spies

In and out of the joints that keep the beat and harmony for a million fake truth lies

Teasin' me when you hold me less tight than the time you fell off the cliff, I got you

Fine as the day I dragged you out of the rip tide in the island of hunks burnin' blue.

Who ain't been to the top of the volcano down where the ocean can't get above it

Garden of Eden always the final spike in the coffin, containing the astral dust crypt

Trains, planes & hotrods from anywhere but Detroit or Chicago, twin city of a pyre

It ain't my fault that the whole bunch of lake lovers congregated for a Chicago fire.

But the pizza and the beefs, the redhots from Vienna and the Blues from the southside

Of the mice & men who run the shows for the herd, the brood, the folks of the Pride

Of lions and humans, tigers and primates all who rule the jungle, concrete cool as Ice

Nevermore to melt in the blast of burning gas, sunshine in the darkness, Love's advice.

Get ready, get on board for yourself and your soul that may or not be there, God's hired

In every case, rigor mortis will set in, as far as I've seen & if you're not food, you're fired

Inside of a padded coffin or ash & bone wishin' in the wind over a cliff, on the ocean edge

Know nothing, there's a lot of that, immerse in it, roll in the stone, spark gods' privelege.

I was roamin' around the 'hood lookin' for someone I could love, she found me at night

In disguise of course, you cannot expose the Truth immediately, it is an awesome sight

Fear & loathing for all things mothers & fathers tricked me into believing, all's all divina

Guided by the dogs of the war I joined, a vet of peaceful SKOR, over the ocean of China.

Broken into infinitely tiny pieces and the TNT didn't help keep the light within the head

Smoke and plant chemistry pull most of the dead & gone back from the crypt, it's ahead

Apes die just like the rest of the pack, what are you gonna do?  Uncles, Aunts, my cousins

Friends & those I'll never know, they came, they're all gonna go down under, life for sins?

Truck's bucket seats, nip & tuck ready for the fine hind end, on the way to the corn field

That kiss led to more than I had in store, suddenly I got caught & blamed for the healed

Virgin got immaculately conceived down by the creek around 2 AM, maybe it was three

Married now, children grown & gone, still recollect the day y'all got gone girl, it was me!

Here it is about fifty years later, more or less and still hairy things burn wings & bodily fur

Hangin' our clothes on the old dogwood down by the creek, used to care, Green River Sur

@Woke when you were gone girl, never left your number but I saw It, a heaven on Earth

Picket fences made of kryptonite bombs about to blow hell loose in a Windy City's heart.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, July XXXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Crashed, burned, ressurection, #ThingsHaveChanged @Bob_Dylan link @ https://youtu.be/U4zlA6NoSVE?list=RDMM }

F I N IS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GTFOOMW #TurnKeyLockUp #SlimmerDarkerShadier @BrooksAndDunne @JoeLouisWalker #SlimShady

SUPERNOVA CIRCUS ANNHILATION

Grandmama, laughed & changed my diapers, times you don't recall, crash a party's crew

End of the awakening means you're dead as a doornail, hammers and arms in hand too

Punks smoke, old folks shrivel up & burn into ash, as it was in the beginning, so I'm told

Was nowhere near the origin & assuming I'll not be anywhere near the ends, gettin' old.

Monkeys and the tar of the blackness, slaves before The Romans & Greeks & The Nubians

Apes elevated to the stars, all dead & gone, Washington forward & backward, mortal sins

Punks and pilgrims moved first, forests burned down like the good native American Dove

Flipped upside down, an eight is an eight either way & so is a one, there's only one, Love.

Evil & Live do what they do, above & below the morons rule the idiots who groomed us

All for One & One for none but the One, that's the Word, concentration on the question

You know all of the answers to all inquiry, nothing can be created nor destroyed for a bee

Or a bird on a flower, Slaves got no brakes, existence & presence cross dead ends for free.

Crucify your gods, bring them back to persecute your friends & enemies, strangers as well

Everybody's here for the party & this is the way it's gonna go for the duration of the play

Curtains up and the stage is the place where the scenes go down, turn into play-do today

Or yesterday's tomorrow which is inded, still today, all inclusive jerk-offs, all to deep hehl.

Roman, Greek, Philistine & the horde I grew from deep below the graves of the Huns' Id

If I thought pain was coming, I would avoid it at all costs, kill me as I succeed as the Hero

Important yet insignificant in the scheme of Things Themselves, matter & form #Makeup

Animated, commercialized and exterminated into oblivion, ride on, foot's out the stirrup?

Gonna blow your mind that's grown from adolescent to adult, your mom was a good girl

She is half of what you are and your other half is the father himself, who was an evil boy

Nevermind the fact that in nature, there's a molding of the DNA code of both my genders

Form of the matter, sight challenged, makes no difference, mystics chillin', I Am All, Hers!

Kicked the mules in the barn & they had no defense for my offense, master & slave lie

Slaves are a moment away from kickin' the flimsy bones of the masters, enter the whip

Cream kind works pretty good but it doesn't snap & crack as well, it's a misnomer chip

It may even be more current, pumpin' poison into a tour of your nose & mainline high.

Evoked the smoke of the burnin' black & white trash, all of the comic & cook book tease

From the imagination of the programmed nonsense, as it is written, in the A's & B's seas

Mountains broken down into the invisible dust, red, black, white & blue, it do what it do

Crossroads to six broken hearts, tick tock trash, twitter & F-booked & they #OB woke you.

Fur got all fired up before the BBQ and the meat got hot, blood dried on the meat, chops

Jobs all done with a smile on my face, for the controversy I listened to the lovely box tops

All empty-headed brothers & sisters from other mothers & fathers, it's all empty with me

Circus, it's the DEAD CARP thing, it's all over & the way's narrow, symbolic SMOKE, Free!

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r j j  stephan I

c.  Vendredi, July XXIX, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Beat this dong doing... #Matrix jammin' to @Eminem #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/_Yhyp-_hX2s @SlimShady #WhiteAmerica #EricaLovesMyChit #EricLooksJustLikeThis #LookAtHowManyHugEyeGit #DoTheMath @ https://youtu.be/RZIzD0ZfTFg  &  WTH the video #Dogg  https://youtu.be/um4-d7VzZiE?list=PL45141BCDC5BDBD8E }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#IfYOUhadJustONEshot #WouldYouTakeIt?  #OpenYourMouth #TimesUPDOWN #ONEshot

#IdiotsInParadise #CantGetNextToYou #Brooks&Dunne #NeonMoon #LIVE

YOU & I SEE EYE TO EYE, MORON'S TONGUE IN THE CHEEK, KIMOSOBBY

For the last time there's plausible deniability for the Truth, a denial that it can be false is faith

Nobody believes that impossible is plausible or probable, only a moron would fill in the blanks

So, since I profess my idiocy in utero & a benign attention paid to the nuns & priests of gods

Still now, whiskey from the bottle is the best of the best nights, as long as you ain't hotrods.

Some get buried 'cause they die young in their teens & twenties, before the babies grew up

Raised by step fathers and mothers who bred with them on birth control, good for humanity

For the love of gold, silver, shells or other collectors' shapes & sizes of things themselves, chit

You know & I know, it's a matter of Time in Space, astronomical astronaughts are The #s#it!

To be or not to be isn't the only question but it is a good one, answer is, to be is better, man

If you have an alternate view, feel free to save more air for the gratefully dead, all too human

I feel free but it's only because I'm far, far away & out of the womb that imprisoned me, God

I remeber all nine months & I didn't want to mispronounce the verbs & objective subjects' Id.

Now & then you come across the roads that cross & you can't turn back, forward to a plow

Furrow in the ground and ready for the seed & water to grow the roots to a flowered blow

In the form of a flowered bud moving away from gravity to the unreachable heaven above

Already gone before the entry into the immortal club of skulls & bones, a nudge & a shove.

Hearts and souls before & during the War, come out with an incident that can't be forgotten

Wearing a wire on the trail you began in the teens & on to the ends of this trip on planet 1

The only one I'll ever know since I ain't superman or any other interplanetary being in sinsin

Musk smell & sweet taste of success in the middle of nowhere with nothing, it's one & done.

Monkeys with or without the pocks, in and out of your mother's and father's blue jean legs

It's just a matter of the DNA getting a distorted message from the RNA, a mutation's crags

In motion, it's never the same, nothing ever remains nothing, it becomes what you see yet

It's a zone of the area that evil and worse, bad men without mothers & fathers, don't fret.

You & I, the rest of us that came after the first of us all, every other earth sign's reproduction

Spinnin' rotatin' orbitin' from the Big Bang to the Tiny Peep, chicken came before the 12 egg

Or maybe it was an egg that came prior to a Thing's form-way, it's a mystery's random up-fin

On the surface of liquid, on a hardwood solid board, flyin' high up over the tidal wave's spin.

Didn't you come out of the closet after nobody found you inside of it, idiot trench raincoats

Dry and still asleep in the dream you had when you fell down the rabbit hole's moron totes

Hobble along until the final gasp of soon to leave life & death removes you from a presence

You're all gone, Cisco Kid was an amigo, nobody left just like the day prior to my self defense.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, July XXVIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Dog & God, word spells front & backward, the One, spread this pablum out of my psyche while scamming the #BestOfCaddyShack1980 link @ https://youtu.be/NaqGBF9nUb8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?