#SkiBill #SkyBlues #BovineScat #DOOM #KNIGHTsword #BreakItDownNow

LOVERS IN LOWER CASE ARE HIGH lovers

Chilled on the grills of 1957 Mercuries and 1968 Roadrunners confused off of the line

Screeching slick rubber to asphalt and tar just for the traction to grab the check’s fold

Flag to end it right there before the stopwatch reached 10, low 9’s made the day fine

Hungry coyotes would never be any concern at all for the one & only king of the road.

Amazing to be and continue until an infinity far, far away from the bones & holy soul

Given the legends and myths to be or not to be is not the only question, a black hole

Deeper than you’ve gone in your wildest dream, a day mare at the midnight of gods

Wind, Earth, Fire & the Stone Rocks fill the plethora of bytes in the matrix’ hotrods.

Pillars too high to get to the top & see what’s above the noise, leftover chant chance

Starshine down on the shadows to untie the strings’ knots in wisdom and the dance

Satire and comedy of the many and the few, a sweet haul out of the absent menudo

Cats, dogs, birds, snakes, horses, mules, insects & plants we call dirty Earth, it’s a go.

Got on the pants and slacks that send the chills up and down my spinal tapped ends

Fear of Nothing but Fear itself, that’s the ticket, yah mon, can I get a witness to attest

To the thing itself and the forms it inhabits, bones, blood and the whole shebang’s ID

All are one & the same in singularity or multiplicity, riders’ wild storm is all that I am.

Cooked raw, meat is dead animals, the salad is dead plants, you’ll live and then die

For no reason at all but just because somebody thought your mama was so pretty

Don’t blame me for the accurate representation of the unfixed starlight, dead sea

Salted, seeds, chafe, trash, recycled heaven above the Hades is all you’ve got, see?

Nothing else makes sense, that’s like a fairy tale of Peter Pan & Cinderella for just two

Wicked witches and fairy godmothers everywhere you look, in or out of deeper blues

Magic in strict spells of the strong who survive the millennia without playin’ the fool

Mighty spades and diamonds in the rough, decked-out, it’s a game, well played, mule.

I turned that swamp music into the southlands’ everglades’ ‘gators & refugees are free

As below, so it is & always will be above, in a Governor’s invisible scheme being so holy

Nothing can touch or see it anywhere in sight, no tangible evidence for its existence tug

Among the A’s that I achieved in my 3 point 4 GPA, only One gave me leverage of a bug.

Degree of a Bachelor, neither Master nor Doctor, a mere predecessor, esteemed professor

Freaks mere anomaly of the genome, DNA misaddressed, spliced at random for the lucky

Boys and girls turned men and women who procreated or at least guarded the Word of Her

Who she was, virgin or loose as a goose to charge for the mating & dating, where it’s dirty.

Fine lines and underlines of ink spotted chess boards without 8 pawns or even a dark queen

In or out of Fear’s game with or without the rules’ dead & gone, it’s all like that to be matter

Hauling 45,000 pounds of legal cannabis from coast to coast, deadheading home in between

Taxes paid government, which in the USA is every one of us, tax payors or not, him & her.

Crying babies with a microphone, tattling tales about the gatekeepers and the caged anima

Talkin’ not only the zoo’s animals and pants but also every neighborhood, coast to coaster

Factors of the calculus determine the correct answer that cannot be wrong raise a toaster

Made the holy hurl, the urban & rural cowboys & cowgirls held the brown liquor, oh mama.

I had an outstanding plan I recollected from the biblioteque of Words, hurry up and wait

If and only if y’all follow the meaning of the ambiguity, you’ll then know that worm’s bait

Popped & snapped my fingers’ skin and bones, index finger and thumbs ½ crackin’ me up

Lowercase's only the gods use for communication between old dogs and the young pups.

Promoted privates, seamen, ensigns, 2nd Louies get to go where generals talk & follow the cash

War & an epic armed & dangerous battle of the naked apes all armored and smokin’ the hash

Now hear this, now hear this, ain’t nobody’s captain speaking, it’s the #AI access anonymous

You need neither name nor J.D. Salinger uncertainty, sleepy principle like a Fran & Zooey fuss.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, 2-22-2022 @111 PMPST

{ Critical Mass defined @ Cherry Poppin’ Candymen @ https://youtu.be/-ScjucUV8v0?list=RDMM }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BabiesLiveAndDie #WorldTurns #OKbabe #AlrightAlrightAlright @DownAtTheSunsetGrill #DonHenley

ALL OMNIVORES EAT HERBIVORES FOR LUNCH

Really, it’s false to be true to your inner conviction, Booya!

If you believe something, that is not proof that it’s for y’all

Creases in your blue jeans and starch in your blue collar too

On/Off, as it were, Input, Words Spells’ Output magic goo?

It is not my fault, none of this from First to the Last Cause

I came, I saw & now I am so long gone forced to be a boss

Rollin’ up & down the freeway with my wheelchair’s chime

Paradise ain’t the place in Space where you dropped a dime.

Of the mouse & the woman, all jackass’ and vermin’s progeny

Gone God’s bottomless pit, a slippery slope, Void All as I was

Kid you not, 40 acres & a mule, goats’ milk drinkin’ whiz of Oz

Y’all know fabulous Kentucky & Tennessee, one heart’s Free!

You will know once you learn a language of the civil savages

Herded up all of the disobedient orphans to turn the pages

Lost powers of sensation, touching, feeling, smelling & taste

Alone in a crypt, squeezed a 3rd eye insight’s toothless paste.

Give Crusaders quest a holy grail, high AHO to all y’all mama

If you please, priests’ & bishops’ pranks, cardinals to a papa

Come as you are, on your knees for A Rising of the con hosts

Communion with nun-baked, thin melt-in-your-mouth posts.

Made out with your mama like my daddy did with my mama

Yeah, I said it again, like I didn’t know and now I see the light

Of forever & never, I cannot opine, I am a transitory ghost Id

Music plays, I hear it’s what counted #WordUp, I am #TheKid.

Hills climbed blindly without a map or any #GPS, I did the Do

Didn’t care about survival of the most fit, I assumed that too

Scooted, crawled, stepped up, turned around, logic implosion

Figured subjects, objects, predicates and the gist of origin Sin.

It never was my fault, I am not at fault, I ain’t obligated to cry

About the great, great, great ancestral lifeline’s idiotic morons

Supposed to be honey sweeter & gratitude for sterility’s sons

Stardust, hardrock remnants of Sun’s supernova, Mary’s high!

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rjj stephan, i

c. Mardi, 2-21-MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{#KnockedOutThePark while jammin’ to @StevieWinwood #RollWitItBaby #WhenYaStartToLoseYourTouch on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/u_vkKozA8OI?list=RDMM}

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

WTFK?

#RobinzHood

INSIDE THE INNER SANCTUM’S HALL OF FAME, FORTUNE & FINESSE

Pinups and shutdowns in the shadow that’s always been here and there, I mean It Is everywhere

On or off of the mark, the bull’s eye still is the aim of the marksman, because you can, you can

Served your country from ’71 to the 22’s, hey man, don’t blame me for the dyin’ breed of Sonny

Hesitating the escalation of the battles of selfish and hateful brutes of aunts’ and uncles’ honey.

Gods or a God or no God, just a random happenstance of chaos’ atomic fission and fusion Zen

Meditate eyes closed, ears hearing the sound of silence, feeling, tasting, smelling a vape pen

Mark your place, I’ll save it for you, go ahead and take a rest with the herd, it’s all in the blood

Inside the brain’s mind of conscious perception & ability to recollect and retrieve, it’s all good.

This act of labor & love coinciding with the jive grooves of the needles that were rollin’ in the hay

Suddenly the genius’ of the group of I Don’t Know What To Do’s & y’all are all y’all are, a fish filet

Man’s muffins hot out the oven with that cup of tepid café con leche spillin’ all over your white pills

In time for the great schooner trip upon the ocean of only God knows what, top of the volcanic hills.

Nothing got the hold on you like your need to breathe in and out of your lungs, windpipe & mouth

Packing it all in for the rest of eternity, poked until the missed veins got purple-blue, vampired out

Time’s comin’ for kings and queens off Broadway into the infinite roots off of Hollywood and Vine

I’m high as your mighty mind and body on five dry martinis or six shots of Two Fingers’ fine line.

Time came for the end of lives living in the Present to make room for all future preconceived one

Need the fresh water & the big fish, all species of animals to run free in herds with fences & guns

Bone as good as a stone, it always was since the first evolved One without an equal, two came in

For the holy roller reason’s perfection, logic deters denial of delusion, your dream all I don’t know.

We shall, you will too, you’ll wake up in your elderly, old man’s head nodding upon your poem’s raps

Honky feeling heat & freezing stone cold for the last time, dying on or near the tracks until the G-taps

I can hear it comin’ ‘cause my ear’s down on the railroad track, it’s hummin’ louder, it’s Zen’s the way

Burned memories on the other side of the bridge, I’m the memory nobody can recall, vanished today.

Wherever you’ve been before today hasn’t revealed treason for being alive here or anywhere else

If you can’t find any reason for being alive, then it means that your life, that life is a waste of Hell’s

Fools with the pride in a ghostly and empty dream within a dream, it’s Poe and it’s all in the flow

Possible to be or never to have been at all, an aborted conception of the whim of the mother’s kid.

Escaped from the bowels of the inner sanctum where no men go for free with a no return deposit

Elementary DNA is the framework for the man appearing to every human at childbirth, fudge a bit

Mother ate the grain father left to keep his family #AI, intelligent or not, that’s all there is left, Blues

Dating your own kind and the other kind that ain’t anything but an alien who got right next to yours.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, February XXth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 777 PMPST