#StickThisInYourPipeAndSmokeIt #IdontCareEither @DarylsHouseClub @BrooksAndDunne @Joe_Walsh @PatrickStump @SammyHagar

GIRLS TURN INTO OLD WOMEN, OLD LADIES & WISE ACRES OF SEA SALT

Seriously incapable of being at One with the universal Nothing

Prayin' on my knees or sittin' in my wheelchair, fear the dying

Called my mother & father but they died decades ago, that long

It's not my fire & not my dream to care about Life's theme song.

I go where y'all went or are gonna go eventually, it ain't my fault

You need what you desire, it's a matter of your Will to Power, so

Just put your inherited mind, evolved from the angels' pride vault

Safely kept inside, locked in a three lock box, it's all get set to go.

Caring about this & that as the death inherited from buried bones

Without a penny or with an unlimited credit card without a balance

You all are gonna die, everyone of the infants & elder schizophrenics

Even if you're a priest, pope, a nun or a mother superior, not mine.

Now & then, look both ways before you cross Chi-town's Damen Ave

You forgot & the car ran you over, killed you, nobody's queer slave

Down the alley after the movie's over, on the stop to heaven's gate

Noticed they weren't #Pearly at all, just hillarious combination fate.

Lot in the Space between your ears, yo' conscious mind, spirit souls

Whatever the word, the sound you make with Ma, L.A. to ol' Dover

Rare as the bloody words in the smokey woods, on good & evil roles

From 1st conception to fnal deception, it's The Ends, it's a rollover.

Altar and Scout, member of the boys' club, allstar athlete's old age

Playin' around in church's 'hood, singin' songs, deliverin' news' to die

For headlines that can't be bought by the poor & the rich reportage

Fame and mortality are equally forgotten in a flash, need?  Ouila!

Infant daughters needing and wanting what father's can arrange in it

Above or below this Earth's dirt, daddio will always be in the music

Not a stranger met on the street as date night swung, tic toc tic

Time movin' moment to century, already gone, down a middle road.

Hunger for King Tut fruits of knowledge trees, you never know chit

Maybe you've comprehended the Truth, maybe not, maybe, maybe so

In any case, you won't know anything the day after you die, check it

When you got an upper hand, can you smoke, suck & blow s#it up?

Negative words all written in red, in the good book, a boat to row

Before the slaves built the pyramids from ground to above the sky

Old stinkin' men enslaved the others away from the lakes and rivers

Nothing to do with the stink, they stank, we all stunk, heads bow.

Slow ride in a hearse or lost at sea, underwater or under hard rock

Omega in front of blinded eyes that can't see in the darkness' block

Behind a Force, high power there in a 3rd eye of an infinite love hag

Bad, Good & Ugly are the Beautiful forms of DNA in a jag's handbag.

Who doesn't die & believes you can breathe without air or 2 lungs?

Everything's set in the code, the RNA is the acid of Cheech Chongs

Higher than the lower eschelon, eyes raised above high theme's slap

Blinded by faith in the unseen, babies believe in ghosts, it's a trap.

Georgia to California, Navy, Air Force & Marines not dead, old '70

Men & women who gave up some of their Time on Earth for y'all

Freedom never was free, you had to snatch it from a Masters' Bawl

Now you know, Caesar and Cleo got you babe, cry, God's Dead Sea.

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r j j  stephan, i  

c.  Dimanche, July XXXI, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Kicked this little mama out at 6 AM while jammin' to @KikBrooks & @RonnieDunn link @ https://youtu.be/X5z-jjWyAJQ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Cheryl LaPiere

Cher Bono

Cherilyn Sarkisian La Piere Bono Allman

#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.

by

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 }

F I N I S 

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.

by

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.?