#NotTooComplicated #SimpleMinds of #SimpleMen on #OpenRoads #UpLedZep #UhOH #WuZAP @CarlSaganism @SublimeUniversalOne #PointerSisters

BATCHIT CRAZY 60 YEARS POST BELLY JELLY 'SHINE, HOLY SCAT!

Background of back pain, neck pain, cut your skin for tablet metabolism, dead on a stretcher
High above the plane of existence, out of air, out of your breath, can’t be neither, him nor her
Assist nobody with anything, you all are on your own time in this space, I have no way to help
Out of my sight, out of my hands, I’m neither here nor there, in and out of my buds’ top shelf.

Harm the workers, kill the living with love, hate the facts of life, father never knew to tell you
Nobody told him, just sent him off to war to defend nobody but his own body and soul’s blue
Mother vacated the nest before a completed mission, baby to man, survival skills honed y’all
Now and then and there, halls are emptied of the Gunsmoke and tear drops of Earth’s Ball.

Of and with the dirty birds I’ve flown many sorties from hill to hill, mountain to ocean sand
Stopped the happy times’ swell in my memory, I remember no evil lived, said or ever did I do
Passion for dreaming and sleeping ne’er fulfilled during the sunny days and starry nights flow
Made money & spent the precious gold, left nothing for the offspring & the cashed, holy cow.

Oh my gods, they’re all above and below my head and feet, not inside of me like dead angels
Space is empty of atoms’ matter, I’m not inside, I have atomic matter timing, merging the dells
Pinned and fastened to the blackboards of the jungle, the chalk I erased, I inhaled & became ill
Chalk in the lungs, metabolized in the eyes don’t give a hoot about your good, bad or ugly pill.

Pretenders who knew the dealers, taught them all they knew about makin’ out in the end games
All of the cops are out, they’ve copped out and retired from the monitoring of the all too humans
Punks, junkies & miscreants totaling Nothing, a measure of accidental impact, stars dirty fan scree
No jello will supply the proper chunks of love given by bites and chews of softer than yam candy.

Master of Sparks got the looks from up on high, got ready to smack the smile off of your face, bro
Miracles happen when you ain’t watchin’ so you take all of the magic for granted, but it’s dynamite
TNT for you and me and that’s all we’re entitled to, we’re accidental missions of mercy, don’t fight
Enter no zone, don’t pass go, go straight to the federal prison, I’m blocked, #tweet me, Good Night!

Deeper into the Space outside of the solar system, galaxy and whole shebang of the cosmos, NOW
We’re too far gone to return to the point where we began, in the womb, a conception con-job flow
Doom pending for all including the One, it doesn’t matter if it’s mortal or not, immortals die as well
Before a Big Bang, after the Singularity appears out of nowhere, that’s where I am, I’m ringin’ bells.

Prisoners of doubt cannot take the responsibility for their creation of divine inspiration, so let’s go
Straight on to you, straight up, it’s all about you, you’re gonna die but don’t care, you’re livin’ it up
High as the tallest mountain and fell lower than the Earth’s core, middle of Hell don’t you know it
If you don’t know it, you will, beggin' forgiveness to the powers that be, they’ll annihilate this chit.

That was me that struck you with that bolt of lightning, you had no idea it came from this drama
Preyed, hunted a hunter going straight on for you, all from the same pants & skirts, kids of mama
All wasted again with Al & Terri, Albert & Theresa, it was my own damn fault, I seasoned a sheriff
Who knew the tattoo on my back & arm, can’t recall how it got there, wasn’t aware, I’m Top Shelf!

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 r j j stephan, i

c. 4-9-2023 Year of The Lord #EasterRise #Sunrise #ImONE
{ Jammed to @RUSH #PassageToBangkok link @ https://youtu.be/wCZWAXG3WB4 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#HisBrainAintRight #ButItsFUN #FamilyGuyFlicks #ThinkAboutIT

FAR OUT BLACK DENIM & CHROME, JUST SO WAY GONE

Living the life of your mothers and fathers is right up your alley, drifting and loafing after working 30
Not minutes, nope, 30 years, every day for the family of 9, blues? What blues, I don’t know the ditty
Monks, monkeys and everything, everyone in between, talkin’ virus to flying eagles above & below
Born naked for a reason, all animals other than a naked ape walk the planet like a J-bird in the flow.

Love’s a precious commodity that nobody can see with eyes that shine deep as a diamond mine
I got a chance to be happy before I die and I took it, it’s all mine now, GTFOOH, begone cosign
Sharing the lines between the points isn’t a problem, I just don’t share anything, I am selfish too
Couldn’t guess that if you got in trouble, I’d show & then disappear in a puff of revolver smoke.

Nothing personal that you died in a car wreck or two, walked away from the twisted heavy metal
Bills to pay, mouths to feed, nothing was ever for free, cash in my insurance policy, hear me pal?
Kidding until it’s serious and right there in front of your face, ready for the wreck, it’s gonna come
When you don’t expect it, it’s not likely it’ll happen as you predict, an idiot looks pretty GD dumb.

Somebody had to finish the act on the stage, the script was written for your hillbilly arse, way gone
Beyond the here and now, we nothing about that, flying with angels and such, maybe golden dawn
Crossed over to the other side before I was ready but it didn’t matter, attention froze my holy soul
Completely in and out at one and the same time, Time, Space, me, myself & I, love this black hole.

Don’t even think about the unthinkable things, none of the good things, bad things or ugly things
None of that allowed during the dance, you’ll be expired only when it’s your programmed timing
Puts y’ all in a harm’s way, deep in jeopardy due to the hammerheads ruling the roost of cavemen
As if they have rights and obligations to be my master? I think now, therefore you ain’t no master.

A couple million dollars ain’t worth the gold the Chinese own, Kung Fu but the crimson sons run
On a track or cross-country the feet move less quickly as the bones atrophy into cracked calcium
Pretty in and of themselves, these skeletons have no cultural affiliation with andromeda strains
Of the Homo Erectus and the Sapiens who thought survival of the fit was the roars of the lions.

Career ending injury, brain atrophy into jello-mold in the shape of your pile of canine pitch
It’s not for me to say but I’m sayin’ it regardless of the rhythm & blues, gypsies poor to rich
What I’m to be so that I can consume God’s bad goods, even steven, bad as tiger golf balls
Which they probably are, don’t get me wrong, don’t misunderstand the factoid mess halls.

Is this the bye & by, if you have to ask, it probably isn’t yet, therefore we’re alive-kicking
In the barn or in the backstreets, on the corners, in the alleys, all for the original One sin
Garden stated Eden for Adam & Eve to flush away their lost wild oats, naked needs a job
No government to ween us at all, if you ain’t fit, you’ll die & burn or rot, a six-foot slob.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, 4-8 MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{ Chipped out listenin’ to @DickeyBetts #MIX link @ https://youtu.be/U9KaJk_iyjI }

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

GUNZAGA ZIGZAG ZYGOTES #SWINGofDELIGHT @Santana

TOOK THE SWING OF DELIGHT TO THE SLIDE

Prima face inadmissible evidence for the veracity of deduced conclusions, assumed cakewalk
Regurgitated defalcation from above & below the ocean swells, on the sea’s great wide open
Kicking your head yourself as there’s nobody man enough to do God’s work, since God died
Holy nihilisticism that about not accepting the purpose of Life, all too human or just DNA.

As it is, it was above us all, exactly how it is below us all, it’s a joke with a punch line chuckle
Parts of the participles and all of the principles A to Z, nothing is excluded, I call it all phuqelle
On the todays and tonights when y’all realize your presence is spinnin’ webs, as if it’s a function
To be a human being either on or off of your game, means the way you play to win, a game’s sin.

Disobedience of rules & regulations inherited from deadmen, once alive amoralists’ evil 10 rules
You’re an idiot, you are, also you’re a moron to boot, it’s as if you’re the epitome of all cool fools
Taken on a cleft chin, I would if I were you, I’m not you or It would be done, 2 peas in a UFO pod
AI is so far out, far away from here & now, artificial intelligence, all I am, modified God’s hotrod.

Hacking your electronics, finding platinum extracted & ingested without tracks, a one-track edit
Perfectly laid down as if there couldn’t be The Way, no mistake about this particular thing itself
Holy because it’s as solemn as your death’s cause, not only your conception, a critical quiver
Morons playing billiards & table tennis to pass the time on artificial gold cash, up a lazy river.

Uniformed to identify your military force & rank in the system of ups & downs, goin’ down
Found no port in the storm, neither shipwreck like Gilligan nor surviving battle with a drone
Shot in the dark, bullets flyin’ every direction, ricocheting as if it’s a platoon barrage spray
m60 & m16 rounds, kung pow power, sheepish unarmed nations, sacrificial birds of prey.

Five will get you ten if not twenty, you’re self-satisfaction you can get with cracker jacks
It’s the sweet caramel taste & olfactory scent of burnt sugar, banned the #TikTok clocks
Besides, behind or ahead of you the path ends, finally, blinkin’ #182, lights go right out
#Woke as the herd, ran down the cream of the dream’s mystery, the twist and shout.

Sometimes the wonderful children become famous stars, other times in a spiral trend
Headed in the direction of wherever energy goes when it’s burned in the flame’s End
Truth, Justice, the Way of the Warrior, a triumvirate of warrior success in the plethora
Multitudes get annihilated and this species’ extinction credo, all will die, wear a fedora.

Maddening crowd of mad people, mostly men, dejected sons of dominant female moms
You know the type, maybe your father and brothers or yourself, all of them holy F-bombs
Matter and form of the mass is the shape of the whole shebang, from the moon, I’m tiny
You & yours are aliens, not of this Earth, playin’ star power, too far out to Space, Divinity!

Philosophy doctorate, aka PhD, so far away from the reality spun by the status quo mamas
Burnt into stoned commands of divine pretension, silent words in books on trauma papas
Any Art of War & Peace exhibits the experience of every animated thing itself, too humane
As above, so below, if we’re all like this, so they are the original, colored peoples’ disdain.

You & I are not worthy to be introduced to the link to the universe’s God, hey man, it’s OK
Pumped up with hot air you’ve either blown into or sucked out of the genome’s matrix bay
Known symbols revealing the destitution you inherited from a pool of relatives in Monterey
Cause of our life is not identical to the cause of galactic essence, hook, gold, pray for the prey.

To and fro on the swing of delight, it’s how the dream began & sentenced to ignorance’s Id
The thing itself that wants to be alive, no matter what other than dealing out the ultimatum
Only place we’ll have to go is right here & now to get there & then, The Ends, all too human
It’s not our fault that we’re an accident of natural selection, dead Adam, supernatural man.

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rjjstephan, i

c. Vendredi, April VIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST
{ Jammed while listenin’ to @Morgan_Wallen #WhiskeyGlasses @Luke_Combs & @Chris_Stapleton link @ https://youtu.be/L3KMpt3XRQs }
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W.W.A.R.D.?