#GoingDown #PortOrStarboardSides #Overboarded #ScoredGrandSlammer

PRIVELEGED POSITION IN TIME'S ALLEY, 8-BALLS TO THE WALL

Born to be more wild than your mother & father at the Woodstock, NY farm

Certainty is uncertain & only you know like I know the meanng of the swarm

To be or not to be matters little or nothing at all when locked behind my lies

Unseen without any accent when the world is high and dry, when a hobo dies.

But of course there's always yesterday when all troubles were so far away

Dogs and cats, birds and bees and flowers' seeds all make the world a ball

Of rats who creep at ground level & their better placed roof rat riff-raff

All of them here waiting for the humans to become extinct, they'll then roll.

Cooks and the cleaners who make the order a way to obfuscate a chaos tea

Disposed of chafe in the middle of nowhere, as a floating spirit on open sea

Gas fired, burned & smoke left after the incineration, lying in an urn's dust

I know what I have in the speed and outer limits of the thing itself, I must!

More of the idiots than their parents counted on, limited in intelligence potion

No more nor less than the DNA allows, it's random recombination of the Sin

Meaning an obedience to an Origin author or a random suffering & sheer zeal

Worry and stress are the Way to keep you alive, to survive & not be a meal.

Thoughts occured in the place inside of the head that allows retrieval at will

Sunk down into the bottom of a crazy barrel of monkeys who make my faces

Sometimes funny like a clown, times serious as a heartattack surprise, a sin

Shock and Awe is a given to the old man, no opinion for young or old women.

Beans thrown out an Overton window during a dream's stairway heaven's gate

It's true but it hasn't happened yet, wait, it will whether or not you like fate

It's all a witness' fate, see it, a thing, relate this experience to apes, shutup

Reason for the nakedness int he naked cities, monkeys out of control coverup.

Neighbors and random randos who live & die without pulling their heavy weight

All the desperate men outnumber the women, boys grew into men without dad

A secure border will be defended by the Freedom that's ringin' the liberty It

Unknown soldiers & known battles & wars alike fought with pen & gun, no-shit!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, August Vth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Balls rolled on the ground without gravity while the whole world sucked & I was listenin' to #IDontCare @DarylsHouseClub with @Patrick_Stump link @ https://youtu.be/YNfKL2jCO-8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PayAttention or #GetHitByABus #RunOverAtTenToTwo #CommuningWithMusicPhDz #MakeMeWannaHollar #FINSup

WEEZIANA & MISSISSIP, SUAVE'S MUSE-DISPENSED BLUEMOON ROCK

Your mother is the Earth & father will be what you turn out to be, the One in the hot mud

Meat and plants for the food, eating the things and turned the dirt 'fore we broke the bread

Baptised by Father Hawk at infancy, confessed & communed by seven, tended altars of God

Of the priests & the church mice who stayed in the holy, cold hole with candles burnin' hot.

Why did you join the military service of this country, the good old USA, stolen stank confusion

Truth and the justice you don't see half the time, it's 'cause there isn't any such animal as a Fin

A man or woman listenin' to the concert in stereophonic sound from Bose & Marrantz' on fire

Ceremony just for the Hehl of It, like a sacraficial lamb, killed, murdered, annhilated on a pyre.

On the floor, out the door, there's only one way out of this regardless, off of holy mother teat

Harmony of Ma & Pa when I was a baby boy, pops held me, changed me, ol' mama groomed it

Slid down a brass bannister in God's house, an altar boy's second serving, Mass of changed chit

Sacraments to sacrifice a savior who saves by dying, incarcerated, terminated God's little feet.

Teenagers gettin' ready to drop a dime on the world, new babies ready to pay tolls of the One

Mississippi so pretty in Biloxi, bars included, blond platinum, me, you, the pitcher, son of a gun

Then I was all gone to Montana, sweet ice tea, honeysuckle on the porch, oh wait, I forgot chit

Predicated words, all sounds that they are part of, all meaning ambiguous bull scat, a tizzy fit.

God's beatin' the animal skins and the metal or wood blocks as if it's a call of the wild shots

It is but it ain't, everything will come out in the wash eventually, we'll all see the End, cease

It's over the moment you have no conscious experience, no mind, no brain, no body squats

Therefore, play your little jive derrieres off until the last call for your chips, I'm all in, PEACE!

Mother & Father all in on you & me, rape or love, your dad's your mother's dad too, holy sees

A miracle that the situation is critical to our happiness yet ignorance thrives in the petri dishes

Inside the auricles and ventricles, warm love flows away from the empty safe place over here

You ain't seein' the Truth if you see something other than nothing at all, WTF is this god fear?

Before our conceptions, we ain't a soul or a body, after we're a body with an invisible soul

Matter and form, moved from the First Cause tot he presence of Oneness here in the hole

Between moons, other planets, other stars relative to our own that's 93 million miles, Dick

Feeling the vibrations and training the hands to orchestrate the groove of strummin' a pick.

Milk chocolate mother's leche to the formula concocted by idiots and morons, First Causes

Boddhisatvas comin' from the boogie woogie and excercises in runs and chords of an adept

Musician from above or below where your groove moved your mind's fingers, Simon says

Do what I do and let what I say go in one ear and out the other, excreted program of Pez.

Candy sweet and the only company I wanna keep in my casket if I get onw, a Swisher Sweet

If and only if you learn the rhythm of your mother's heartbeat & adapt to the dark, discreet

If is a big word but IF you learn the R & B of her soul, girl, woman, a young, an ID evolved 'em

Screaming about your t-shirt of words and pictures of compact discs' replicated ad infinitum.

Got that super Ego flyin' in for an upgrade, a new moral imperative from the fool's of paradise

Get this now, God created everything, God will destroy everything, it's not personal, it's a Star

All stars do is a matter of analysis, fusion or fission of atomic peace, sin of an evil genius' ghost

Think I'm woke, then I'm gone, just like that, no fault of my own, woke up, fine Columbian fist.

Whores hookin' & stiffin' the marks & regular johns who star in the book of liars, gold starship

From the holy caves where all the crystalized secrets lie in wait for an ignorant mutha's hot tip

Hunker down with the regret you've been granted by universal pride in skin color's 208 bones

Pretenders' family tree, full of simply comlex, useful idiots with a Cod God hacking cell phones.

Sisters of the Faith, Hope & Charity just the girls who won't reproduce all too human DNA acid

An evolved form of reducing the gene pool without wiping out billions, bless the holy women

Saving us from a life imprisoned within our own head's mind, #moonrockin' pickin' & grinnin'

You know & I know, Earth revolves & orbits, catch the ball, hit the ball, throw the ball, I am ID!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, August IVth, MMXXII Anno Domini ala 0830 AMPST

{ Cracked this egg open, yolk & cytoplasm escaped while listenin' to @DrewZinggBand guitarist extraordinaire of @SteelyDan  #MaskUP link @ https://youtu.be/ZkJALto80_w }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TowerOfPower50Years #AintNoJoke #FoundTheOaklandStroke #SmokeLand

THIS CAN'T BE THE WAY IT IS FROM NOW 'TIL THEN, YOU BELIEVE HOW IT'S GONNA BE ?

Set in my 360 degree ways around the circle of life, it's a geometric figure of The Happy Lives

Mind over the matters left over from the forefathers and mothers of a brothers' wives' hives

More to life than what you & I can see, therefore, blind faith is a necessary condtion of bread

Or just seven shots of Tequilla on a dare, no more falling down, hit my head & dropped dead.

Lost and found it in the words I never read, just thumped hard down on the paper & ink blots

Nevermore will this way be the way it is for me right now, it's the best it's ever been, for tots

Little children up to the time they get to the place in Space where you skip to the Dead's Sea

No step, no cliff off of the mountaintop, just a whimper and frozen stare at farewell's eternity.

Special operation for the miracle to divide and conquer the mates of the queer folk, last gasp

For the air ain't free to me or to you or anybody here, now. way back or up ahead up your asp

Snake is what I meant not what you thought you read, that's what YOU said, it's written in red

Like the color, the hue of blue blood when it hits the oxygen of air, leakin' 5 pints gets IT dead.

Summer ends, Fall sways to Winter & onto another Spring, for better or worse, it is The Way

Slow ride in a Hearse only if you're lucky, it may be just a dumptruck at a recycle of the Play

This momentary lapse of rationality for the sake of avoiding the insanity thinkin' you're crazy

Of course, you may have found the secret to Life, temporary, never infinite, it's Why I'm lazy!

At one or at rest, ready for unavoidable cruises upon a hot mess of uncertainty, on autoglide

Came into the egg with the gamete of evolved, divine laughter about tickets to the other side

Ain't for me or for you that the Truth is hidden, there is None, that's why it's a secret hideout

Inside the womb room or the 3-Lock Box, tight as a drum so the spirit don't get try to get out.

Monkeys with the pox or without them, maybe Cro-Magnon pox is the problem, Nothing fixed

It's all the same before & after you get a chance to be conscious of your existence, got your six

You need One to be concerned for your punk-ass when you ain't lookin', shape matter's form

More or less the Truth about Justice is that it's a ham sandwich on white, to feed a tapeworm.

I held her closer than my skin on my own bones, inside of the blood flow of mercury red, I am

No more than this I can see or believe, just her, who I see and feel, I believe & I think I know it

Apemen or men of the gods, all the same dirt & bone in a bag of thin skin, amazing grace scam

Giving it all and getting nothing in return, It's the name of the game, then It's all over, a caput!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, August IIIrd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Created from the dust of my thought, listenin' to @BrooksAndDunne #IBelieve #HappyBirthday @Gregory_Stopka (CuzFromChi) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/X5z-jjWyAJQ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?