GOING FROM HERE TO THERE IN A BLINK . . . A COLD DAY BELOW THE CORE OF EARTH #SmokeRises #NewRadicals #SomedayWellKnow #BevisAndButthead

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VOTED AND NOW IT'S ALL NECK IN NECK

Dot your i's & cross your t's for the calculus' malfunction to solve a case

Of all animals and plants on Earth before the extinction of leather & lace

Saying grunts mean something more than the sound heard in a vacuum

Scratches painted inside cave walls, of hunters, fishers & God's scrotum.

That's a moot point that didn't need to be made, all spermatazoa & eggs

It's no bad thing, it's only evil if you think it's good not to posit one God

So, evil is alive only in the mind of the judge & jury who pulled our legs

Keep out of the yards with the devil dogs and rabid cats, all your blood.

Perfect to the mutation of the DNA, it is some acid evolved from gods

Nothing human was here at the beginning of this ol' solar world of hurt

Believe what you've been saying to yourself when you change to toads

You never were a prince, so never was a princess, all mama Earth dirt.

Bringing the highlights of the game whether it's a win or loss to bitchin'

That's what it's all about, put your right foot in & take it back with keys

To the padlock of the iron safe, without TNT you will need nitro glycerin

Glad to help you move from the end of the line, you belong in salt seas.

The shape of the planet appears to be a misshaped rock, on a roll, a spin

Around in an infinite trip of revolutions, a #two wood drive all out & in

Broom of the clean sweep is back in the closet 'til the next mess arrives

In the name of the holy trinity or the buddah or the grinch's hand jives.

More or less than the whole shebang, matter and energy swallow it all

Into a Singularity of all there is and will never be ever again, Humans fall

From out of an empty womb, a spark in an egg, you get into living the life

Good, bad and ugly in the mirror, I am what I got, I got saved by my wife.

On the streets without a home, where's your backpack?  It's empty too

Left it out in back of the railroad yard's engineer's office, by a dumpster

Nobody but rats and dogs to disturb it but it's protected by my cat crew

Feed them viddles & they watch my back, even steven, a redneck grew.

Both below and above the fray, mighty mice dig deeper common ground

Finding the holy hole at the end, gravity's airtight argument for a sound

Which screeches and hums in vibrato, as in atoms ready to kill your fear

Far, far away you see, above giraffes necks, buy you gin, buy me a beer.

  

YO!  MAMA - MAMA MIA

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER VIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 808 PMPST

{ Drafted while watchin' @TheEarlyYearsOfMAD on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0CrHe7XI_uA & @Snoopy @Peanuts compilation link @ https://youtu.be/Dey1lmWM07U & the @NewRadicals #SomeDayWellKnow link @ https://youtu.be/K-0Yc668Kzw }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TsunamiOfWokeness #WokeAwakeWicka #Smokey #JuniorWalker #SomeDayWellAllKnow

w o k e

 

SHE'S JUST A GIRL, ONE HOT, SMOKIN' GIRL

Probably gun-shy and feeling like an undefended fort in foreign lands

Freedom never was free since day one of civilization's use of hands

To fashion the mounds and pyramids to bury the rotten, dead of us

Our kin and our friends as well as strangers and enemy ilk, all fools.

Not their fault that their ego-centric spirits ignore eternity of fools

That we're lucky to be here and now between the headlines to skip

Original big bang came before mankind's creative evolutionary pools

I doubt what I know from the first word out of my mind's mouth lip.

It's the scoop you've received before you knew it was a secret scree

Passed down from the secrets underground, in caves & now in Space

Humanity too much for the planet's rockin' & rollin' so soon, all I drip

Not bringing your bodies and minds along for the conscious acid trip.

Nefarious humans, as they too can be, hybrid implants on a top shelf

That we all will eat them to save our own living entity, it's gods to be

No language to express the experience, all offspring fends for it's Self

In a canoe or a submarine, flowing along liquid gas, parking like a flea.

Anywhere that won't drown or crush your conscous awareness is fine

It is what it is for a reason, accident of a random matter-collision line

Blood bled downward due to gravity, missiles shoot the sun's photons

Someday, we'll all know in a future day of God, who is yo mamas' sons.

I am postive more than negative but I am neutral in a dream within one

Presence is everything, to be aware & know your position under the sun

To be or not to be is a discussion for the atomic subatomics, of a quark

Invisible abstraction descended from the grunts and groans of god work.

No credit taken, none given in effigy, all for one and one for all, that's It

All I can do is cry just like a little baby that has no idea that God is Light

What I am is what I am, what I've become is not quite on target, it's tight

But not a bull's eye required to Know The Truth, it's enigmatic bull's chit.

For the last time, for all above & below right and left wings of The Eagle

It's the empty power of the wind that lifts the emptiness into the Regal

Kings and queens were made of the same as the paupers and scumbags

Atomic, neither ethical nor immorally yours, Big Bang accident on Rags.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER VIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST Lundi Lundi

{ Drafted while listenin' to @ArmstrongAndGetty on @kste650AM link @ https://kste.iheart.com/ & during commercial's jammin' to @TheCars #YouAreTheGirl (yes, you are!) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DmFdW1JyccA }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.? 

#THOR #SugarLoafin'

CONTENTS, INGREDIENTS, MENUDO VOID { woke stones, gratefully dead kids' fool's gold }

Don't know about you but I've sweat bullets tryin' to be heaven's seer

Then when I get here I find out there's this struggle to survive a leer

Which means, everyone wants what you seem to have control over, see

Inside or outside of a dream inside of your noggin, your head woke free.

Puns aside from the serious business of staying alive, stayin' awake too

Always sleepin' with one eye open, it's because of the dogs of war boo

Leaving scraps of books and life's ups and down behind, in an upper box

Seats above the fray, where wise men & angels fear to go, on a cross.

Bursting your bubble that was never there in the first place, all psychic

Ghosts disembodied spirits of who used to be but can't let go the schtik

Pretending to be wise and immortal helps only fools' states of yellow rust

Always have what it takes to win games without rules, in gods we trust.

Beware of the dogs who bark down the gangway, as you walk by to see

King Kong on a black & white TV at Aunt Mary & Uncle Tom's cool party

My turn to itemize my deductions from the premises, it is my conclusion

Using all I got as tools to fix broken persons, places or sweet nothings.

Follow me, I'm the pied piper kind of like the old song by Crispian St P

You know the routine of the subjects, just objects of the powers to be

What buries the things that are right on to the many?  The One & only

It is not my fault, just sayin' don't stab the whisperer, only the lonely.

Fixes are in man, don't know the bookie ain't a bookie, my name's Sam

I am or maybe not in any case, what're the odds, is it ever worth a cup

Bouncing balls on screen, appearing to direct attention to the words UP

If and only if the application succeeds, you'll know what we all do, Jam.

Exposed undercover, overcoat on the underwear, so above as below goes

Features of the creatures appearing on the screen of our minds, ghosts

Think and use your mind as I do, let the music carry you above the fray

It will be there when you come back down to Earth, don't worry, I say.

Brought back before the conception's reception, the ecstasy of a touch

Blood made from a thought out of the sky, a First Moving of cosmic rock

Dirty balls of blown smithereens that know where it's all coming from it

No sign of palamino paint horses on the horizon, I'm all Wild West schit.

It's all about YOU, it's all on YOU, your life, your soul, it's your time

To be or not to be this or that profession's state of being alive on dirt

Nobody asked for conception, it happened anyway, here, I lost my shirt

It ain't what it ain't, so this probably ain't paradise but it's a rhyme.

On the crime and the punishment for being all too human, come con-man

If you do the crime then somebody taught you to be stupid, too human

Not your fault nor mine that the cause of effects has abandoned ship

We don't judge the origin of the universe, ever for any reason, no lip.

Justice is indeed a ham sandwich as it's always been from Day One, see

Always the case that everything will be swallowed in a black hole I flee

Goin' to the origin, the Singularity of invisible quarks and mother's milk

Calculus of a red or blue prophet provides a function for dead head silk.

Halls empty except for stuffed heads of foreign eggs, yet all too human

Set up for a bon fire to turn the star onto it's final, inevitable bastian

Cosmic porridge of gas, liquid, solid and some fourth dimension nonsense

No reception for the horror of afterlife's scary ghostyheads, my rants!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER VIth, MMXXII Anno Domini, Dimanche @ 0800 AMPST

{ Kicked out this jam, after a @SmokeyRobinson concert in #NorCal at the @HardRockHotelWheatland & this AM listenin' to @TheEscapeClub #WildWildWest in a loop link @ https://youtu.be/6vE5ewvxdfo }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

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