#GovernmentMule #BrooksAndDunne @GaryClarkJr #Springsteen

SMALL TOWN #420 BLOODY TRUTH CANNOT BE HAD, NO REASON, HIGH RHYME

I lied & I laughed, I believed with the blindest of faith, trust I give to Truth absolute, the bomb

Of the tiny mice and big, fat men who rule the tower of babble, it is the name of the ol' tomb

Your parents are AWOL, you're hungry and either beg, borrow or steal, The Life is on the blink

Not because you're bad, evil or mean but just because you think you don't ever have to think.

Speaking of the revolution, Earth's just another planet spinnin' around the sun?  So glad now?

Addicted to Nothing, need as much as I can absorb in a Chucky Cheesehead ignorant C.O.W.

Girls and boys in the rooms they've designated as with pants or with a skirt, one or the other

A mean tweet back in the 1960's meant that there was a nasty bird out of the nest, brother.

It may have been your mother or father, sister, brother, maybe a cousin or a besty old friend

Many or one who matters the most, all of them, every single individual who I will now offend

China has a billion boys & girls growning into mean tweets from the cyberspace of olden gods

Where do you send your army & navy if you want to protect the silver & gold from the duds?

Let us roll away from the hand like a holy bowling ball on a Thursday night, where's my dad?

He bowled with the shoes & the ball of his free choice, a league of firemen and truck drivers

Steal property of others who mean nothing to a heathens' bottom which only produces Hell

Fire that is modified by the H2O, dirt that's mutated by the androids who programmed a Fall.

Muscles & sinews holding the weight & mass together in a bag of bones to be or not to be

Buried, burnt, compressed into infinity inside with the insiders and just One outsider, Me

I am what has always been known as the End of The World, you're welcome, & I thank you!

For a word to the wise may be a phrase, sentence or body's volume of work, You, the blue.

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r j j  stephan, i  #420 timing is everything!

c.  Lundi, August First, Twenty-Twenty-Two Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Transferred out of the grey matter in this form, matter & form is all there is & here is the only part you need to get on with your Day, 50/50 chance it's your LAST...enjoy #IBelieve by @KikBrooks & @RonnieDunne the LINK @ https://youtu.be/X5z-jjWyAJQ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#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.

by

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.

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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 }

F I N I S 

W.W.A.R.D.?