#TwoADaze #SaturdayNightsalrightForFightin @SirEltonJohn

HAPPY TIME WAS ALWAYS GOING TO BE WHAT NEVER LASTED FOREVER, YOU KNEW

Fortune always favors the present who are ready to receive the unholy ghost symbolic hussle

It always clears the air above & below all the things alive & without life, smokin' sa tone's goal

Fruits of the vines to eat, drink & be merry for tomorrow, nobody knows what's happenin' Oz

I asked around for sixty-five years since the age of reason overtook my mind, such as, because.

Like or unlike the short posts and tweets by weighing the measure of your #Wokeness tune

Ethics and morality match the group or it doesn't, disagree with what's right for me in a rune

Told the fortune from the alpha to the omega, matter & form make room in Space is Timeless

Central intelligence doesn't exist on Earth, that's a hope turned into all fear for the hopeless.

In the middle of the road, neither far right nor left just anchored right in the cajones, oh son

Marking territory to avoid the scuffles for choice ground & air for survival, your city's all gone

It takes a lot of shells & rounds to do that, mean marauders are legion, you ain't no GD toad

Therefore, as a man or woman meowing to protect One's own, don't pretend on War's road.

Burrows, counties, townships & collections of unredeemable melodies' ennui double speak

Sprayin' the speeding metal to mitigate the whole shebang, at least make 'em spring a leak

Out of the severed blood vessels that normally carry the blood from head to toe, circularity

Interrupted by lead bullets & pointed arrowhead rock, we brought the Sun & Moon to tea.

Broken arrows and blank rounds of 7mm, .357 & shotgun slugs, the arsenal is the fort finale

Nobody's gettin' out alive, not Popeye, Whimpy, Olive Oyl, Sweet Pea or Brutus, kicks' reality

Memories of the past and the future ones which haven't occured yet but will soon be enough

Peace ahead at the ending of this War, the band stays but the battles for dominance, tough.

There will be no substitute for that priveleged behavior inherited by virtue of being a six gun

Or a woman or a child before the adulthood age of reason, man equals man less all too human

Meaning of the substance that the forms consist of sisters' & brothers' prefabricated via DNA

History of the ancients who left a record carved in stone & scratched on paper or trash RNA.

If running the world was all left up to me, I'd stop the rotation, the orbit of revolutionary ilk

Before breakfast I get down every day, still married to a tea totler, pretty little doll with milk

My business is hers & vice versa, I'm the muscle if needed for backup, no worries I got #Hair

Bodyguard is always help wanted, hope angels in the fields got my back, high buds out there.

Beachboy's haircut just for the boys in the hood to make fun of my dad's #Deadhead trickles

Crew cut all of my long, dead follicles to be as cool as a zero hero, who never bet two nickels

Credited for the blue and black skies above and below this dirty ball of water & rock, kiss a lot

Compared to nothing happening at all, anything seems better than absence of jungle survival.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Saturday, 7-30-2022 Anno Domini @ 911 PMPST

{ Sculpted out of the word salad, the 'given' while listenin' to @EltonJohn @SaturdayNightsAlrightforFighting from the #YellowBrickRoad cd link @ https://youtu.be/26wEWSUUsUc }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#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!

by

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 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#IfYOUhadJustONEshot #WouldYouTakeIt?  #OpenYourMouth #TimesUPDOWN #ONEshot