#FishMarketClosed #StinkStankStunk #GrinchTrouble #OneMoreThing #NeverMind #ThrowTheSwitch #SensitiveKind @JJCale @Santana

I BELIEVE THIS IS A STICK-UP, SHAPE UP & SHIP OUT

Stuck in the middle with the sensitive kind, know where I'm comin' from, right, Chicago?

Moved far, far away and sometimes halfway around the world, t'was a #Gotta-Way blow

Southern Wind resulting from spun dirty balls of burnt-out, all-star cinders, hearts seize

As if there's any other meaning to this Life's existence other than accidental properties.

To keep the britches up over the junk that makes more of the same old, same old show

Name it Love or just Mean Tweets but with or without you & me, it goes on forever Bro

As if there's no creator at all, as if this is all an accident of a division in a collision of dirt

Of the biggest bang in Time & Space, we're fortunate because it could be worse, Romeo!

I hit the kill switch because survival of the fit was still the categorical imperative of gods

Follow the middle path that leads to the only exit for life, death, decay, rebirth of bloods

Thunderbolts I dreamt about striking me right between the ideas & thoughts in my head

Caused the absolute blinding light to show me that blindness is an asset to ignorant bliss.

Happy to be alive, to survive the struggle of the bugs who inherited the humanity, I recall

From virus and bacterium evolve this spirit you call Mankind, evolved in a bucket of ol' gall

Drunk it and got drunk on it, who is in charge of the continental drift, liberal Republicanism

Deny that you're an idiot, dupe yourself, orphans of logic and reason rule the #phuq system.

Mindful of your brainwaves and the transmission and reception to cause daily reality, today

You know that this may be the final day you see above the ground, remind you with A's OK?

If you become obedient, you'll stay out of prison unless you're duped, guilty as a fool, a fate

Got a lawyer that tries the case and fails to defend me from incarceration in an eight by eight.

I'm locked & loaded for bear, only want to cause sleep & ear tagging to track survival a move

Granted tin-foil hats & resist-we-much, that's what the reverend man of god preaches, a ruse

Eat sea moss and gargle with coconut water, animate your soul, get ready for a soul flight too

Earth's allowance of your rig's hammer down, accept you're One lucky One, it's so Stone Blue.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Blovember IIIrd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 333 AMPST Jeudi early bird & caught a worm!

{ Drafted while it was snowing heavy up in the Sierra-Nevada mountains, a hundred miles from here & now & while jammin' to @Frankenskies "Chemtrails/Geoengineering Director's Cut (Full) link @ https://youtu.be/fHdU7jsDYwM & @Santana #TheSensitiveKind & HITS @ https://youtu.be/4GErVbdNsbU }

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#HikeTheGodsDamnedBalls #Touchdown #GameOVER

MY SHADOW'S FLASHING A PEACE SIGN 

Are we accidentally a matter/Time warp or  hyperbolic acceleration of H2O

In a leather jacket just a matter of fact, invented Truth about Dick and Jane

All get to speak, to talk and walk the walk of the fish in the lazy river stream

Sufficient & necessary condition for an accidental collision's surreal dream.

To be or not to be here and now is not a function of the calculus' corn to pop

It is the product of a hodgepodge of abnormal effects born from stars' slop

Nothing more nor less than what it's always been & always will be, all Suns

It's sunny forever, regardless of the clouds that obfuscate the inner visions.

Well now, it's high time we all got the lowdown on the nature of the ice beast

Frozen cold as stone that rock the planet's molten lava in a solid form piece

Thriller in a deep, dark, empty hole to be seen by nobody anyhow, anyway

Lights are green and red, before you cross streets, look both ways at least.

Distracted driving a covered wagon over a cliff, ways and means are caput

In the final crush of my skin & bones stabbed, splintered wood debt afoot

Always knew it was there since it is what I am, where I came from, I'm It

The thing itself, the form of the material world, an animated, epileptic fit.

Gone past the time of awareness' being, no light or sound in this vacuum

Books of words, arguments of the natural order I deduce a reason, son

Money, diamonds, gold, paper promises of repaying a thin dime, a cent

In the end, a finale granted the expectation, too human, deadman rant.

No need for a crossed wood to crucify, incarcerate spirits behind a daze

Until the end of breathing and heart beating, it's the all too human ways

Putting the animals to sleep because they can't behave, as above so below

Divine at One, you're fortunate to be, it's got a line on your ebb and flow.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER IInd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST Mercredi

{ Granted light out of the darkness today while jammin' to #WeedWhiskeyAndWillie by https://youtu.be/8JjDHqZpdCg }

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A L L S A I N T S D A Y #OctaveHigherThanMeAndYou #Bonamassa @JoeBonamassa & an eclectic cornucopia of edification for the soul & spirit . . . #IncoherentCoherentLight

CONVOLUTED, COMPLICATED SIMPLICITY IN THOUGHT, LIKE OUR MAMA MIA

Doubt that your mind can handle the Truth about the nature of being

Yet, I'm here to stuff it on down your throat, the song of a golden ring

It's all above my paygrade about why I've been programmed to exist

On the ground of being, here and now in this Time & Space, I resist.

Unflappable with the opine, droppin' a dime on the things themselves

Crawling, running, walking or doin' a deep dive down under shelves

I gotta go, you gotta go, we all gotta go, ain't my fault, don't blame me

Shadowban you and your ilk from the performance platform of glee.

You welcome the final stage of your ship's voyage, I want my hotrod

I ain't gonna go without kicking and screaming for freedom & liberty

Fight for it for myself & the others who don't know any better, we see

Inherited from the original Man & Woman, total imbeciles of a God.

Credit for the answers you've embalmed in your buried memories

Enough to cash them in for another moment or two of hot breaths

On a trip of acid or in the fog of the weed smoke, it'll all disappear

Bums and junk they fix in a mainline to two-steps from dead air.

My father warned me that he wasn't going to repeat the ode to sing

He's not here now but I still am, he literally cannot repeat a thing

What it is is what you see, nothing more nor less, leather and lace

By bright lights that make the mind's eye see Nothing but blackface.

In a hurry or takin' the time to get to the inevitable ending by hand

No need to get fast tracked on the way to the ash or embalmed Sin

Original, Mortal, Venial sins against a king of Disneyworld's uptown

Persons, places, things to animate objects subjected to The Crown.

Saints, politicians, n'er-do-wells from 7 continents coalesce to goo

Foo fighters did their best to merge the good, the bad and the ugly

It happened but it didn't last long enough to repeat the cosmic stew

In other words, this is it, it's over now, lights down low, grudgingly.

Wanted to be immortally on the inside looking outside, fake desire

I knew it was impossible, like a dream that you never have, it's there

Somewhere over the rainbow or underground with the notes of bums

All written on the cave's walls, torch light illuminates all city slums.

It walks, talks, lives & dies in a struggle, the fate of a skeleton's keys

To the lock of the combination, it's 15 Right, then 0 Left & 51 Right

Open says me, cracked agape as if it's supposed to be just as a fight

Holes' mediocre places, beneath purple moons' buzz of black bees.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER Ist, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ #HomelessHomersHunting DRAFTED while listenin' to @BlackWhiteItalian link @ https://youtu.be/fh_zjF66-ec & #BlackCow by @SteelyDan link @ https://youtu.be/9E62VjcaTEA & #CountdownToEcstasy #BackToMyOldSchool link @ https://youtu.be/rFnwczuvb74 }

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