#WHOcreatedNOTHING? #PilgrimsRockedAtlanticRecords @JoeBonamassa #ThanksgivingGraceToThePower #DefineEverything #AnnhilateNothingEtAll

GODS' & GODDESS' SMOKIN' AN EMPTY PIPE DREAM

Fear & loathing of nothing but the Void of the empty bowl of porridge, Thanksgiving brunch

I have it together without an invite to dinner, lunch or supper, continental breakfast munch

It's an A-type of #SuperSalad a soup or salad can really count on to be neither here nor there

On a magic carpet ride or just an A-train from the loop to Oak Park's deadend at Harlem's air.

Come on woman!  You know you recollect the times you liked goin' out to eat & play a game

Billiards or concerts in and out of The Lake's vicinity, maybe to Vegas or Old York of new fame

For once or twice in y'all's #NoJoke life, realize that to be or not to be is a rhetorical question

No answer for that connundrum, it's only a proposition for logic to apply analytical precision.

Route 66 or Hwy 1 on either coast of the best show on Earth, USA in my Chevrolet, it's alright

Any day is fine, Sunday to Friday, Saturday night's out of my control, fightin' a high black hole

Fueled up the tank, on the way to the holiday at gramma's house, out of sight, darkness' light

On the way from here to there, it's an inch, a micrometer or a hectare, UFO warning, fly low.

No help on the horizon and there is no other path than the one we're on, Life, that's all, OM

Sleeping and dreaming or not, wide awake or #Woke can't be the case for me, a divine bum

Hiding out inside of the caves where anyone believes that shadows on walls is all there is

For all of us, the faithfully departed, the present and the ones who'll inherit the Tang fizz.

 

Maybe oranges if dehydrated will give you and I what we need but what the deuce, so cute

Vitamins and minerals is what we compose our bones and blood of, just mighty man's suit

Because I loathe the fear of death, I feel that I'll survive mortality, it's DNA impossible dots

To draw the picture by connecting random dots on a two-dimensional plane of holy robots.

I had whiskey and wine to last me until the lager flowed out the kegs of aluminum spigots

Party house just the canopy of a forest drippin' mountain dew upon beauties' & beasts' sin

Worms and birds, floating down the streets of Chicago & Manhattan, thanks but I ain't givin'

Time is up, Space is all around anything more than a neutron, present, past & future robots.

Rolling from points A to B and on to infinity both positive and negative abstractions to boot

As above it does below, water NEVER flows UP, gravity NEVER blows UP, yo' mama is a root

Of what you'll be the moment after the Abomb blows, too humane, ape & no man left alive

Females brought us into this world and females will take us out, worm strong, I will survive.

Pouring the wisdom, faith, hope and love over the mashed potatoes the ground grew Rubes

To hold the water when the sun's heat dried up the surface, the gold of H2O set underground

As above, so below, if it ain't wet above, it ain't wet below, vice versa ad infinitum, no boobs

Meaning no milk for the young, Nature's smokin' a pipe dream, fire in the hole, OM, a sound.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  THANKSGIVING 2022 Anno Domini 11-24-22 @ 777 AMPST

{ Corks are ready to pop, wine will be in flow within hours, bird, bird, bird, @TheTrashmen #SurfinBird #BirdsTheWord; drafted this in silence but now it's all rhetorical because this is now loopin' @ https://youtu.be/9Gc4QTqslN4 & some @JoeBonamassa #HappierTimes @ https://youtu.be/Cf1nnEpA5fk }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GodsDams #BigONES

ANNHILATE ENNUI, VOID SINGULARITY 

Vulgar words are mere sounds which offend the confused and the inbred

Cousins coupling has caused this tragedy and comedy, drivin' in a hotrod

If and when you comprehend the consternation associated with the Ends

Then you will be at One with the whole Truth & won't need a good god...

It's never for me to say or do anything an angel would say or do, I am out

Of the minds and souls and bodies of everyone & everything except me

Myself who I know intimately is the only self I'm certain of, I'm dreamin'

I wake up #Woke or #Enlightened in a karmic cosmos, as above so below.

I saw dead things that used to have life within, buried or ate them all too

Learned every bit of the survival skills here, defending my Earthly crew

Family and friends in my insect-sized realm, all good to go, all in the flow

To get the Ends without being sad or unhappy, that's pointing down low.

A threshhold of satisfaction with the air you & I breathe in and out today

Will someday be long gone for us and every other thing, past-future day

See blind humanity insight into a prime First Cause that never existed on

Or near this planet or solar system or galaxy, a Bible book pokes my fun.

Opened my mouth, used my tongue and lips to mix noise with a matrix

It absorbs every atoms' molecules, no free will, no faith, hope or charity

Neutral and ready to launch the #442 400 c.i. & a quad carb, dual exhaust

Enveloped in candy apple red and black licorice two-tone highlight #fix.

Better running than a new car, referred to my chassis, engine & formula

Winning is better than losing, losing is better than dying, suckin' Dracula

Blood is not wanted or needed down the hatch, needs to remain stealth

Invisible to my System Control, fake survival on fruitcakes' sushi health.

Burnt all of my bridges & I've reached the plateau off shore, above it all

It's the same as it is below it all, everything's there in between extremes

As it must be, intention or not, it now orphan humanity, the whole ball

Of water, mud, gas & the Ends that result from the atomic bomb memes.

It's no fun, it's no joke, it's hillarious though, absurd as it is, joke's on me

Laughing inside but no guffawing out loud to draw attention to the souls

Atoms lamenting blues & shredding the jazz & rock of one's metal plate

In my skull, to protect my mind's Hydrogen-Oxygen in a subatomic state.

Pouring a liquid into a pitcher contains it's subquantity yet not quality

It may turn rancid, polluted or just evaporate into the dump of liberty

Adjusting the time, 360 degrees at a spin, miracle that you're all on it

Mystery clear!  40 winks on a blue screen, rhythm-rhymin' #Blues chit.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER XXIIIrd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Kicked this jam out in silence, systems went down, internet crashed & now listenin' to the mighty @JoeBonamassa #LIVE #LastKiss @ #RedRocks2017 link @ https://youtu.be/j0M1ekjeHGY }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

COME ON JOE!  LET'S GO!

Gods malfunction STAR WARS Full Movie Cinematic (2022) 4K ULTRA HD Action Fantasy #JFKassasinationMysteryUnsolved 59 years since a hero got wings! @JohnFitzgeraldKennedy USNavyVeteran

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A LIVING PROOF OF LOVE ON EARTH, TRIBUTE TO MY MOTHER & FATHER, HOME OF HOMEEZE *

Who is a loser?  Who is a winner?  It could have no effect on the Ends

Where we all must go on a cold day in November, 22nd before it bends

Musk smell is a kind way to disguise the stench of the Many, all gods

If you think you're evolved from a bacterium or a virus, you're so odd.

Listen carefully within, do not pass go this time, you'll end up in jail

For the epitome of Justice, everyone knows, is a ham sammich on rye

Mustard yellow or Dijon, I don't care, you don't care, I can only sigh

Plucked the strings I couldn't figure out the rhythm and rhyme's high.

Grieve for the dead because you know it's your own destiny, Will done

Outer Space or deep, down in your heart and invisible soul, we're One

Nobody gets out of this existence alive, no evidence of souls' psychic O

Thanksgiving gets the winners and the losers together to forget about it.

Party we planned is nearly ready to begin, it's food & entertainment

Sounds, sights, smells and tastes to make All feel Oneness of The Men

With the Women who bore them and sustained their breath by milk

Though not chocolate, sweet as sugar water pulling the switch of Ilk.

So, Christmas is Jesus Christ of Nazereth being born to a Virgin?  Oh

So, the Christian God was conceived by a Human, all too human being

Fine as the last time, last year it came around, full circle hotrod rally

Of the mice and men who define Life and Why life began, accidentally.

An elephant escaped the cage of wicked humankind's history, #mambaB

Snakes in ebony dreams, nighty night shade as it was and will be then

Tragedy and comedy for the ones who can handle the Truth, what's Zen

Say farewell now before there's no chance to allow it, Freedom's Free.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER XXIInd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 644 AMPST

*Header above is my Ma & Pa homestead after #FaceLift2022

{ Drafted jammin' to #AintNoRestForTheWicked  by @CageTheElephant #MoneyDontGrowOnTrees link @ https://youtu.be/HKtsdZs9LJo & #FatherOfMine by @Everclear link @ https://youtu.be/kkcbxjWG9Mc }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

LOOK FAR, FAR AWAY!