#BrightTailLights #DisappearOnMars #FreedomAintFree #FightForYourRights @ElonMuskROCKSTwitterTweetMeat #BrightLights @Gary_Clark

 

GOD'S LOST MARBLES, SHUT YOUR MOUTH, repeat ad infinitum

As if there's a reason for a species, other than random RNA/DNA recombinination

Dots of the matrix form the sensation of a form and shape of things in the star fight

In the darkness without any blown photons, nothing stops the hunger for the thing

Itself just flesh, bone & anything else that is liquid & solid electricity, go to the light.

Being saved by the gods or a God or metaphysical philosophers, all of It dead as me

Not yet of course, but I will be in a matter of space & time, ne'er a word-up for free

Common denominator of the numerators is One, all of it from a Big Bang of smoke

Black and grey puffs of burnt plants wafting through the faces of fat pigs in a poke.

Not a joke or anything, it's a barbeque as always, killed chickens and pigs and cows

Burnt offering to the gods for the beautiful reward to parents who beget the hatch

To be a living example of what you might have been, stay alive until you taks bows

At the end of the play, the story is all over, it began & it will end in a potato patch.

Underground and buried for the duration of the Earth's sweet revolution vanishes

Out of the Space's solar system called the Sun, the Son of God, Al-a, what Ga says

Greeting and saluting the End, as it is, without anything, no subjects or objectives

No action verbs or predication of the things themselves, all Platonic and my jives.

Inside or outside of the hole, you move away and toward the same thing, Nothing

Always there, everywhere forever without end, it's what it is and we blew a circuit

What?  Wait, I have no way to move backwards to the being of an unmoved wing

Flightless, stuck in the middle right here and now, I say, fuqit, it's Work, Let's do it!

Whatever it is, it can't be any different, it's the natural thing itself, it's so funky

Shut your mouth if you can't speak the Truth about the nature of the beasts

All of the things that eat plants and each other in order to remain above, sing

Alternatives are grim, heaven, hell or nothing at all, a nugatory state of being.

Marked the target with a bullseye even if there's no practice, I am in the endzone

Where the entire magazine goes, a round to the heart and two to the headphone

Monkeys were better off with no King and Queen, monks in all republican domes

Perks for runnin' down a Truth you know & I know and nobody else does, homes.

Benefits for all the ones who get their diapers off & find a latrine of wasted sins

Liquid & solid two equal what the gas is all about, blown subatomic mystery ions

Deny every subject and object on your last gasp for gas, rotate on boom fingering

It's the only place in Space you won't be denied, annhilate your soul & then sing.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XXIIIrd, MMXXII A.D. @ 911 AMPST

{ #KixBrooks & #RonnieDunn LIVE waved while I jammed this out of the twilight zone, link @ https://youtu.be/mZmFWYiTUiY & Kix solo @ https://youtu.be/kEBuTMXcd0w }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#YouWouldntKnowADiamondIfYouHeldItInYoHands #CrimePunishmentAndCircusClowns #MosconiCup2020 #SomeDayWellKnow #NewRadicals

ON THE TABLE, DROPPED BETS DOUBLED DOWN EVEN LOWER

Insider trading backseat to all The People, odds are house wins, lil losers

Winners and losers engage in the tension, in the end, dissolution sinners

Dissolving the Earth's dirty rock & water into oblivion is unwelcomed wit

Being absurd in dialogue and communication with everyone, I'm the s#it.

Kicking the past around and comprehending that life on Earth is absurd

As you feel that you live without any control over circumstance & pomp

Divided and conquered the bands of brothers and sisters of the herd dirt

A disembodied consciousness dictates rights and priveleges' undershirt.

Over a soul & heartbeat that keeps the lungs stimulated for the in & out

Thoughts that disintegrate once the arguments dissolve into leaf, a cup

Hearts aren't for breaking yet they break easily, a holier disappointment

With your friends and enemies lives in your hands, muster up & shut up.

Seeing miles ahead when it's lit by a sun's starlight, pop moonrock finds

A gift which cannot be bought with gold or barter, awakened open minds

Camping on the streets, on the sidewalks, wasting human life in a sewer

Older men and women without hope, veterans and hobo sons of mother.

You nor anyone else gets out alive, we're under the gun, it will all cease

Brain and heart move into the decrepit state and others may have it all

No mind or soul to pay for zero trespasses against every cro-mag peace

Dreaming inside of my face with my eyes closed, is difficult be pleased.

I will spark the power of shooting for bullseyes, alright, alright, alright

Toys in the toy box and not all over your bedroom floor, God's in revolt

You've got to make an effort to quiet the noise of discipline son, insight

Deep within the knowing thing, the wise One got it, my thunder's bolt.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER 22nd, 2022 A.D. @ 530 PM Samedhi Night

{ Drafted this gem whilst jammin' to @Traffic #LowSparkOfHighHeeledBoys link @ https://youtu.be/vDGorIWYz-A & #DeaconBlue ala @SteelyDan link @ https://youtu.be/ICK6e9WK2A8 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

 

"AJA, I RUN TO YOU" "Do It Again" - @SteelyDan

#WhatsMyName #NobodyYouKnow #ThisMeansWARagain

EPIC HOT COCOA, COLIC GHETTO SNORT

Pure chocolate, beginning on Earth where aliens thrive, smooth, all too who Man?

Words distorted of my mind's eye generated grunts, groans & philosopher dribble

Binge on the paranormal to take the normal for granted, in grave error to be seen

Before it's too late, you've got another chance to erupt the volcano & let lava drip.

Earth can't become a star with all of the H2O filling four fifths of it's matter & form

Without the Water, the gas combination of H & O reduce to outerspace time worm

Appearances' deception is the TNT, blow your mind into oblivion and back at home

It's not far from an origin, as ignorant & wise men alike know, it's all 'bout the beat.

Thinking that the thin skin upon the bones that form the hu in the man, it's so slick

Like a southern piece of turtle dung at the bottom of the deep blue sea, it's all good

Or a northern piece of minnow fodder pond deep in scum, It IS the planet's schtick

Ask Dick & Jane to spill the beans on the words, they'll show Jane came from Dick.

Facts of Life before you find the awakening of the spawning complex, never forget

Nevermore in Never-Neverland with the fairies and boy-girl, girl-boy, twins onset

Open mind allows the historical flood from the caves and shores of Gicchy Goomy

Born wild just after then end of a world's war with itself about divinity's territory.

Hunger for the life of the living is going to be swallowed up into the Void of Ego

As if Ego could figure out the nature, a world as sweet as fortified wine Vermouth

Your daddy really wasn't your father, it's your mama's deep secret, aw you know

She's just tryin' to live with her pain & suffering by securing the false for a truth.

Martini for you and for me, I'm buyin' the rounds since I own the bar so get drunk

Don't worry about driving home, I've got limosuine service for the sick as a skunk

No more parties after this last fling, no holds on behavior of animals & plant pods

Miracle is that you were even conceived much less graces with the death of gods.

Seriously, if today's War caused an End Of Time, what do you want me to do, cry?

OK, I will but before that inevitability passes for the Present moving into the Past

There's a Future that will have become the presence in the fleeting moments' chi

Energy in dream-like forms of smoke & mirrors, reflecting magnetics of humanity.

Stoned on the Rosetta Stone H-bombs nobody else can or will blow up Earth's dirt

The day you die you'll confirm the Truth obvious to the blinded by light, open shirt

Preachin' politics and religion from the stage into jelly beans and jello molds of H2O

Ghetto colic caused by the Masters of the Game's schism, watermelon's drunk Blow!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XXIInd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 8 o'clock, time to rock, listenin' to @WARtheBand #TheWorldIsAGhetto vinyl record link @ https://youtu.be/VmheOZtLn3U }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#DONTjudge!